#when I was in HS my mom moved me into an all girls school now I sat next to this girl who was the friend of my best friend

[beameized]

If I had a nickel for everytime I may have offended the child of a powerful family and could've died but didn't, I'd have three.

#mei rambles #story time in the tags #when I was in HS my mom moved me into an all girls school now I sat next to this girl who was the friend of my best friend #so I was like yeah let me help you with math and all other subjects I was a smart nerd THEN #and somehow we became the class mandated otp like short fluffy nerd girl tall lanky sports girl ship and she asked me out #but me being 14 years old in my gay catholic repression era told her no she shouldn't do this just cause we are the class mandated otp #so now fast forward like maybe 7 years later I tell my friend about the confession I got and she was like GIRL OMG HOW COULD YOU THAT GIRL #IS THE DAUGHTER OF THE RICH FAMILY IN OUR CITY WHAT THE HELL GIRL #and I'm like huh WDYM she's whooo????? #and then I was so glad I didn't die or anything from that #second one was in college we had this groupwork video presentation now I was doing the editing and asked them to dub the video #but one of the main cast didn't dub properly and there's so much background noises I was so mad I made her re-do it again in the girls #comfort room in our uni AND THEN like maybe 5 years later my friend is like hey remember our classmate she just got married to a soldier #and then she drops the bomb that this girl is a general's daughter #and last was just recently so our uni org holds debate auditions in a applicant vs. all panelists scenario. now this one applicant was #trying to use accounting technicalities to try and argue his way through even though his argument sucks #my non-accounting org mates in lawschool couldn't really argue on that so I had to step in and point out the flaw in his approach #and now I learn dude is the son of a mayor and is rich af #idk how I'm alive

[silassinclair]

Michael's Girl PT. 1 \\ PolyLostBoys + Michael x Reader

Summary: Michael's girlfriend wishes to become a vampire too after learning how Michael was tricked into becoming one. So he takes her to see David and the other Lost Boys.

CW: Kind of a cliffhanger, Vampires, Crying (Left the summary pretty vague for you guys, this’ll be a multi part series <3)

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"So you're telling me that four guys who live in a cave fed you blood and turned you into a vampire?"

Michael rubbed a hand down his sweaty face, of course you wouldn't believe him. You're probably thinking this is some excuse for why he's been ghosting you lately.

Nodding Michael held your hand to his chest. "Yes yes that's exactly what happened. I would never lie to you okay! Yes I've been keeping the truth from you but that isn't exactly lying."

Giving him an open mouthed stare you slowly nod as if he were insane. "And you expect me to believe this... Why?"

Your boyfriend groans and throws his hands up in defeat letting your hand go. "God dammit! Just... Just believe me alright! Why would I lie to you about this? I'm in deep shit and I'm telling you because I care about you and I know you're worried about me and mad. You wanted an explanation so here it is."

Sighing in defeat you bite the inside of your cheek in thought. Looking back on it now Michael has been pretty... vampiric so to say. The sunglasses, angry demeanor, going out only at night and not eating as much. There was no way he'd go so far just to back up some silly lie/excuse.

"Can you prove it?" You ask with the quirk of your eyebrow. Michael ponders for a quick moment then smiles.

"Okay, but you gotta promise not to get scared alright?" He says and holds both your hands in his. Giving him a nod you give him a light upturn of your lips in reassurance.

"Of course, I could never be afraid of you."

Satisfied with your answer Michael shuts his eyes. Carefully you watch his features. Your eyes widen as you notice his eyebrows and face structure become sharper and more defined. Fangs poke through the gap of his lips. And when he opens his eyes you gasp in shock. Hs baby blue eyes are now a violent, predatory shade of yellow. A venomous color that screams danger. But you aren't afraid.

Your hand cradles Michael's vampiric face. "It's true... What you said. I'm sorry I doubted you love. I'm not afraid of you... So don't worry okay?"

Michaels vampire features morphed away back to his gentle human ones. Seeing a gentle smile grow on your boyfriend's face you can't help but smile too. He pulls you into a hug, his face in your neck. You feel him take a large intake of air.

"Thank you thank you thank you baby. Mmm my God I don't deserve you... also you smell pretty good." He mumbles into the soft flesh of your nape. Feeling a shiver go up your spine you gently caress his hair.

"If you ever feel hungry I wouldn't find if you took a bite Michael." You wink at him. But immediately the boy pulls himself away from you and looks at you with worried eyes.

"Baby don't say that.. You know I would never want to hurt you." The brunette's bottom lip juts out as he pouts, not liking the sound of him feeding off of you in the future.

"Well my boyfriend has to eat one way or another right? Can't let these guns shrink." A dopey smirk is plastered on your face as you squish his bicep muscles. Michael groans.

"Ugh stop."

Michael pulls you into his lap as he sits back on his bed. His Mom, grandpa, and Sam were all out right now so you and Michael had the place all to yourselves. You were lucky you got to convince your parents to let you go to California. Telling them you wanted to go to school there, and saying that living with Michael would cheapen things convinced them. But in reality you just wanted to get out of your home and move in with your boyfriend.

"So why did you wanna become a vampire? This means you can't go out into the sun right?" Worry laces your tone. You didn't understand why Michael would make such a brash decision, plus you two only recently arrived in Santa Carla.

Michael looks to be in thought. A frown pulls on his face as his hold around you tightens in the slightest, "I was sort of tricked. Those guys challenged me, taunted me, played me like a fucking fiddle. I was pretty stoned too which clouded my judgement. Then they hand me this bedazzled bottle of wine saying to drink it if I wanted to be like them. Sleep all day, party all nigh, never grow old-"

You felt anger build up in you, anger towards the men who dared trick Michael into falling into this curse. For using him when he was vulnerable, for cursing him with eternal life and him being doomed to watch you die one day.

"Pause." You cut in. "You're gonna be immortal now?" Your eyebrows furrow. "This means... This means we can't grow old together Michael. You can't go out in the sun with me or-or do anything like that. You're gonna watch me die." Your mood tanked so fast. Eyes welled up with tears as Michael shushed you and held your face to his chest.

"I know baby I know. But there's no way out of this now. Soon I'll be a full vampire and have to... I'll have to leave home. I'll have to run away and leave you, Mom, Sammy, Grandpa. I'll be a killer." Michael seems to have already accepted his fate, his curse of everlasting life on Earth. But you were in shambles. Unless...

"Michael."

He looks down at you and caresses your soft, tear stained cheek. "Yes beautiful?"

"Turn me into a vampire too."

The brunette jerks up in shock. His hands hold your elbows close to him as his eyes look into your own, all seriousness in his gaze. "Would you really do that? Just to be with me forever?"

You give him a firm nod. "I'm serious Michael. You're it for me, and I love you more than anything. I'll gladly love you forever if I may..." With the palm of your hand you wipe a tear that falls from your eye. Michael tilts your chin up with his index finger to look into your eyes once again.

"Y/n. You have to be absolutely sure about this. And I'm sure as hell that I want to be by your side forever. But I need to know if you really want to do this. You'll have to go into hiding, eat people, never go into the sun again."

His face forms into a look of despair, he's 100% sure you'll refuse now. "Do you really want to suffer with me?"

Instead of giving him a verbal answer you pull him in by his collar and kiss him on the lips. A groan of pleasure leaves his lips.

"I-I'll take that as a yes." He mutters as you continue your onslaught of affection, littering his neck with kisses. You draw back from him momentarily.

"Michael." You stop your affections and pull him up from his bed. "Take me to that cave. Where you said it all happened."

Your boyfriend nods and he leads you downstairs. Quickly slipping on your shoes you head outside with Michael where he mounts his bike. Like usual you sit behind him and wrap your arms around him securely.

"Because it's night they probably won't be at the cave. So we're gonna go to the boardwalk first alright?" He says as he revs his engine then zooms off down the driveway. Nodding, you rest your head against the back of his shoulder.

.

.

Under a streetlamp by the red painted seawall are four motor bikes. Standing by each bike is the owner of which. The night was still young but the four vampires settled for just chilling and talking by their bikes on the boardwalk.

"So as I was saying," Paul rambled on, "Movie sequels always suck ass because movie companies always wanna choke an extra buck out of the audience by using a great movie as their tool. Like take uhh... Jaws for example. The first movie was cool and original but because it was successful they think making more will make them more money. It does but like, they rush the production so much to the point that the movie sucks ass."

Dwayne looks at his brother like he's got no skin on. "Since when did you get so intellectual?"

Paul just shrugs and puts his arm around his taller brother. "I always have it in me, it's just that I'm not stoned today. Sober me is a different dude."

The tall brunette sighs. "Of course. How could I forget."

Marko meanwhile is playing with a rubric’s cube that some teenager dropped earlier and David smokes as he watches his curly haired brother try to solve the puzzle.

"Marko I don't think you have enough smarts in your pea brain to solve that." David says while blowing his smoke with a sly smirk. Marko only growls in frustration.

"Oh shuttup man! Great now I messed up, fuck you." Marko throws the cube onto the sandy beach behind him.

Today was slow. The boys were still well fed from yesterday's hunt and the fact that it was a weekday only made everything slower. No one on the boardwalk started a fight for the boys to jump in on. So the four of them are bored and left with nothing to do.

"This is boring." Paul says when he finishes with his movie rant that left Dwayne thinking.

"You can say that again Pauly." Marko groans but an imaginary lightbulb blinks on above his head. He sits up straight from his once slouched postion.

"I know what we can do! We can pay Michael a visit and annoy the shit out of him!"

David smirks, "Oh I like that. Well let's ride boys-"

The sound of a motor bike catches their enhanced hearing.

"Speak of the devil, there he is! I thought he'd never want to willingly see us again." Paul says with a wide grin. He waves to Michael but lowers his hand when he notices someone else on the back of his bike.

Michael pulls his bike up next to where the other four are parked. Kicking out his kickstand he gets off. He then offers his hand to you off your seat which you gently take.

David looks at Michael and then you.

“Who’s this supposed to be Michael?” David says. His expression is unreadable. The leader of the pack has always been by far the most mysterious of the four. And rather unpredictable too.

Michael puts hid arm around your waist and you lean into his side. You look at the four boys, no, men. Vampire men. They are all dressed wildly and you assume that influenced Michael into getting that earring. Not that you’re mad though, it’s pretty sexy actually.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/n.” You feel Michael kiss the top of your head. For a moment you forget that there are four dangerous vampires in front of you because of Michael’s peaceful presence. But the good feeling washes away when one of the vampires speak up.

“You’ve been hiding this hottie from us Michael? She the reason why you make up shitty excuses to head home sooner~?” A tall blonde taunts. The curly haired blonde next to him pats him on the back.

Michael stiffens. “Well as a matter of fact, yes.” He says firmly. “But there’s something else you guys have to know, we can’t talk about it here though.” Michael sends a look to the platinum blonde.

“Sure Michael. Let’s take this back to the cave yeah? Bring your little girlfriend with ya too, if she isn’t scared”

Unimpressed you fire back, “You four don’t scare me. If anything I thought you were all groupies for Rob Halford from Judas Priest.”

An eruption of laughter comes from the two blondes. The one brunette smiles while the leader just smirks.

“Yeah. She’s coming along, right Michael?” The way he says his name makes Michael shiver. Uncertainty washes over Michael. He looks to you and you two silently communicate. His eyes ask if you're absolutely sure about going through with this.

Your only response is a simple nod.

"Let's get going before it gets too bright out now yeah?" You say and get back on Michael's bike. The four vampires share a look, suspicion.

"Yeah. Let's." The platinum blonde smiles. "My name's David by the way. Just so you know what to scream later sweetness." David says and winks in your direction. Michael mounts his bike and says nothing.

All six of you drive away. David leading everyone to the location of the cave by Hudson’s Bluff.

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[unabashegirl]

Lycan 5 (HS)

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

— all chapters of LYCAN —

Author's note: Here is a little update on my life. Mentally. I've been struggling with the death of my father and his absence in my life. In February, I'll be going into clinical rotation, and I find it very unfair that he won't get to see me achieve my goals. We've been studying cancer in class, and I always get this knot in my throat that has forced me to hide in the bathroom and cry my eyes out for the rest of the period. Surely, it has been almost FOUR years since his departure, but I miss him terribly, but my mom says it's all right and I can grieve for however long I want to.If you have lost someone in your life. I just want to say that I am very sorry and that I understand what you're going through and that you are not alone. 

Without further do. There is the chapter enjoy!

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She feared her father ever since she was a little girl. He was a scary man. Everything from the tone of his voice or the way that his face would contort when he was angry. Y/N had never been able to relate to the memories that most people had of their fathers. He frightened her to the core.

He sat up straight with his back resting against the headboard of the hospital. He looked just like the day she had left. His hair was long and still looked very scruffy. She was surprised to see him, so healthy. She had expected to find him attached to all different types of machines and probably on a ventilator, but he wasn’t. He looked very healthy to her.

”Who called you” were the first words out of his mouth. She could sense the contempt in his voice. She closed the door behind her and walked toward the feet of his bed.

"Your sister” She distastefully said as she took her coat off and purse and placed them on the chair for visitors. Her aunt wasn't the best person to hear from. Y/N had begged her aunt for years to allowed her to move in with her and her family. She never cared to see her crying or frantically running around in town trying to meet the demands of her father. “Said you were dying”.

“That’s why you are here? Because I am dying?” He laughed heartlessly, “let me just safe you some time. You aren’t mentioned in my will. You’ll get nothing. Goodbye”.

“I don’t want anything” Y/N crossed her arms across her chest and took a few more steps away from him. She felt like yelling. She felt like crying. His comment had made her blood boil. She looked out the window and noticed the same woods that had scared her the night before. They suddenly didn’t seem like a bad place to escape to.  “There is not much to give either” She giggled, referring to the large amounts of money that her father had wasted away in booze.

Y/N’s father no longer worked. He had been laid off after he had been caught very drunk during office hours. When Y/N’s mom had passed away, she had left a sum of money designated only with the purpose of helping to educated their daughter. Money that her father had used to get drunk.

“What? You now think you are better than us because you studied in some big, fancy college and live outside of town?” Robert laughed, “You are still the same useless and good for nothing girl that left this town. I am surprised that you haven’t been laid off. I thought you were here for money”.

“You think I want to be here?” Y/N asked him as she looked outside, purposely standing the farthest away from her father. Just in case, he decided to run up to her.

“You think I want to have you here?” He asked back. She was used to it. Y/N was accustomed to being put down by her father. She was used to his derogatory comments and wasn’t surprised.

“You think I want to drop everything that I have built for myself just to come see you?” She spat as her eyes finally met with his. “You have managed to pushed away anyone that has ever cared for you. I am the last person that you have left, and I hate it” Y/N cried, “I just thought that you didn’t want to die alone. But I guess you do”

Y/N grabbed her coat and yanked it on without saying a single word to Robert. It was obviously a big mistake to come see him. She regretted ever getting on the bus and picking up the phone that day. She grabbed her pursed and just as she was about to turn to leave. She noticed a man standing in the woods, staring up at her. She couldn’t tell who he was or recognized him because of the distance.

“Yeah. Go! Run away! That’s the only good thing you are good at! Just make sure this time to stay away!” He yelled as she shut the door behind him.

“Goodbye” She said to Robert and left the room without turning back once. However, she always had a slight amount of hope that her father would stop her from leaving and would apologize. Y/N sat down in the waiting room. She didn’t have the heart to leave him. She wasn’t him. But even though, Y/N could tell that he was watching her, she wasn’t fearful.

Y/N could see from the corner of her eye the nurses whispering and stealing glances. She could tell that they were speaking about her.  She settled down on the most comfortable and convenient chair in the room. She pulled her laptop out and indulged herself in work. Y/N waited outside for the majority of the day, and she would also get periodically updated by the doctors

She left the hospital around five in the afternoon. Y/N was starving and even though the coffees from the cafeteria were decent, she felt like she hadn’t eaten in days. She threw her bag in the car, and waited a bit to digest her emotions before getting on the road.

“Long day?” A raspy and manly voice startled her.

“You could say that” It was Harry walking towards her with a big toothy smile. He was wearing the same outfit as in the morning, but had changed into construction boots and his clothes were now dirty, “What are you doing here?” She asked him. She crossed her arms and took a step away from him. She was intimidated by his heavy and intense stare.  Y/N found him incredibly attractive. He was definitely out of her league, yet she couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to be close to him.

“The hospital is getting a new wing, and we were just looking over some constructions blueprints” He explained, he had been solving problems all day long. Harry was exhausted and couldn’t wait for the end. “How is Robert?”

“Fine” Y/N dryly responded, Harry could tell that his question had bothered her.

“Where are you heading now?”

“I was planning on having dinner with the Brown’s, but I guess it’s too early” She looked down at her phone. It was five-fifteen, which only meant that Mrs. Brown’s shift still haven’t ended.

“Wonderful. That’s means you have some time to kill. Let’s go get some coffee and a walk” He leaned off the car and started to walk towards his car.

“What?” She laughed lightly, “We don’t even know each other that well! I am not getting in a car with you!”

“But I am the mayor of the town. How bad can I be? People elected me” He pointed out with his lips slightly curved upwards as he walked back to her.

“So?” She crossed her arms, “You aren’t my mayor” Harry laughed and very intrigued where the conversation was heading.

“Ouch. That one hurt” He pressed his hand to his heart and winced dramatically. Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes at him. “Come on! I promise you won’t regret it”. He stretched out his hand out for her to take. 

She looked at him and then back to his stretched out hand. Every fiber in her, screamed to her to get back into her car. She didn't know anything about him! They had met less than twenty-four hours ago. He could be a creep. However, Y/N always played by the book. She never did anything outside of her comfort zone. 

Y/N always did what was right. 

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[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: bring lunch to Derek, and you trying to convince Scott that what he was doing was a bad Idea. Derek had to step in between the two of you when it got too heated.

It was pretty typical for Derek to forget his lunch, even those they had a small fridge full of somewhat decent food. you always had the time to go deliver him, Lunch. you secretly think he "forgets" just so he could see you mid-day. you were debuting on just telling him to stop packing his lunch bag that you would make something for him. but He does try to remember he makes the lunch the night before, pulls it out of the fridge in the morning next to Eli's Lunch Kit. then he kisses you goodbye and then just gets distracted. Is he forget or does he pull this Move so he could see you Mid Day? he's always in a better mood once he sees you. you choose to live in the romantic fantasy that he just misses you and wants to see you mid-day. vs the fact he has a million things going on in his head and he just simply forgets.

getting to the garage you notice Derek under a truck shirtless as you whistled. at him. he chuckled softly he knew it was you from the scent but hearing you whistle. eh couldn't believe even after all these years of marriage you still cat call him. "Hey sexy Man, can I be your mechanic? Because I am want to go under you and get dirty?" Derek chuckled pulling himself out of under the truck as you smiled holding his lunch. he chuckled getting up as he spoke, 'that was awful. Not one of your better ones." you chuckled softly, "I heard you laugh." he smiled stepping over kissing your lips softly 'thanks for bringing me my lunch."

you smiled softly, "Any time baby."

he smiled at that as you spoke, 'but where is your shirt?"

"got caught under a ridge in the truck and is ripped., and my spare is a good shirt so I'll get cleaned up before coming home." you nodded your head touching his abs. softly. he smiled weakly. the tender moment was over when Scott and Alison Rolled up in his Half taped Car. your thoughts changed completely seeing Scott. and he's vintage car.. covered in green painters tape. "what the hell is he doing?" you both walked out. to see the mayham closer.

you and Scott use to be close friends, best of friends in high school and you were best friends with Alison in high school, but then she died, and you all grew up. and Scott- in your words 'was the most useless Alpha in the history of the world" your opinion of him only got worst when Alison returned and instead of being the almost 30 year old man. Scott decided to Take Alison from her dad.. and they were dating... Alison being a sixteen year old girl. vs. the now old scott. It was Icky. and you just. bare it. because Derek said the situation was complicated. it was a sore topic. you k new they were in town getting a car from Scott's mom but to see it was the Alpaca you were stunned hs mom was giving it to Scott.

"what's with the tape?'" you asked as Scott got out as he spoke, 'oh im taking the car to a car show down in La and I wanted the paint to be in perfect condition.."

"I gotta go to the washroom.." Alison said out loud as Derek showed her. as you spoke, "wouldn't the painter tape.. Ruin it? how many rolls did you go thru?"

"20. but it's not going to ruin it! trust me."

your mouth fell slightly hearing that as you spoke, "it's the cheap painter tape. that leaks.. the Sun and the sticky part on the tape.. Scott.. that doesn't sounds like a good idea."

Scott just rolled his eyes at you as Derek asked about the Car show. trying to defuse the tension. your mind was just playing over all the horrible things the Tape will do to you Alpha. you loved that car.

for a short time after graduation when Scott was pretending to be a great alpha and stuck around town. to help with Liam and the pack. you stuck around too. Not for the pack. your gran needed help and you took a year off school to help her. back when you were best friends with Scott. you use to hang out every day.

you were leaning against his Car waiting for Scott to come back from the coffee shop he was getting you both hot chocolate and were going to go over what to do with Liam who just got caught in wolf form by the mayor and was putting out a huge reward to "catch the beast." 10 thousand dollars. you almost debuted taking a wolf selfie of yourself in the woods. just to collect the money for your gran. Scott was furious at Liam. you however remembered ALL the times you screwed up, Scott screwed up.. like the time when you thought it was a good idea. to jump at Derek and kiss him. before he threw you across the lacrosse field. it was near the full Moon. your first one. and you were wildly unprepared for your body to feel like it being pricked by live wires.

Did you think about that Hot kiss for WEEKS? afterwards? Yes you did.

Derek called you a idiot and promised you that you and him would NEVER happen!

It Only made sense and was fair that when Derek arrived that cold winter day while Scott was inside the Cafe that he came walking over to you. and not giving you any warning before he grabbed your face and softly pushed you back against the Car and gave you kiss that made your knees go weak and your toes curl. unlike Derek when you kissed him years ago. you didn't pull back you wrapped your arms around him. and you stayed like that for several minutes until Scott screamed to get off the car.

you loved that Car. Derek asked you out while you were leaning against the car catching your breath. So to see it Now.. Covered. completely in green tape.. you felt a ping of sadness.. you weren't a Mechanic, Nor were you a genius but the Hot Summer Sun, Plus that tape hitting the Hot metal car.. it wasn't going to end well.

Scott and Alison soon left. after you tried again to reason with Scott saying what he was doing was a bad idea. but he refused to listen. you turned to Derek as he spoke, "let it go."

"Am I crazy? Derek? That screams like a stupid idea."

"your right- he's going to destroy the car."

"Then Why didn't you say anything? you love that car. we made out against that car hundreds of times."

Derek sighed heavily rubbing his face stepping over pulling you into a side hug as he spoke, " Scott said to butt out, so I did.. Scott needs to learn to listen to his pack. this is a lesson."

you simply rolled your eyes as Derek offered to make out against is truck to make you feel better you laughed shoving him away as you promised to meet him at home. Where Derek can get all Dirty there.. with Finishing the gardening. he promised to finish yesterday.

Alison called a few days later. as you answered.

"hey Y/N, does Derek do paint jobs?'

"No why?"

"The Car-.. the Sun or the heat must of combined between the Sun and the heat from the car itself. it lifted almost all of the paint right off. Scott is furious."

'I told him that would happen."

"yea- he's not in the funny haha told you so yet. he's furious."

"God.. aren't custom paint jobs. thousands? of dollars?"

"DOES DEREK KNOW SOMEONE WHO'S CHEAP TO DO IT?"

hearing scott screaming in the background you turned to Derek as he shook his head, "No. he's shaking his head no."

then the line went dead.. you put your phone down till a photo appeared to see the damage of the car. you showed it to Derek as he said he deserved that for being scott. you chuckled softly agreeing as you went on your day..

now learning a valuable lesson. dont put painter's tape on your Car in the middle of summer, during a heat wave.

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[theood]

Yo that’s crazy your middle school wouldn’t let you have water bottles. We were allowed to but it could only be water and they had to be see through because they had too many students sneaking alcohol into the school and getting drunk

Also in high school apparently a girl to came with a vibrator inside her and her friend had the remote and would use it on her randomly during the day. The teachers and admin knew about it but couldn’t do anything because they couldn’t prove it without major violations and probably worse

My middle school was fucking crazy. I had a math teacher who told me and all my class that we would never amount to anything and we we're all going to be homeless living in cardboard boxes and nothing happened to her 🤗. Because she was retiring the next year or something. They talked to about every kid in my class and we all said Yes That Happened.

They were also extremely detention heavy. Along with write-ups. It was an ongoing joke amongst me and other students they had a certain number of those they had to give out daily. I'm not joking when I say one kid got a write-up for forgetting a pencil.

I've been out of that middle school for years now. I met up with some kids before I moved at the playground who went and they STILL told me it was bad. My mom worked at a corner store and she also had kids always telling her that that middle school was fucking HORRIBLE. So it wasn't just Me

Also. Oh my God?? This is like when I hear people talk about kids masturbating in class. How are you guys doing that??? I guess whatever gets you through the day...

I have less highschool stories because. Well. Softmore year through senior year was COVID but once one of the principles in my public hs misgendered my friend who was out to the entire school (teachers included) and when I corrected him he went "we'll deal with that later". It's a situation that if I could go back in time I would've fucking chewed him out more for that.

Also, once, me and my friend Freddy before our last period (a study hall) were in the bathroom for ~10 minutes. We got out and went to class. The next day we both got called into the office with the principal because the bathroom "smelled like vape" and we were in there the longest. He then searched both our bags.

My dad was PISSED about this. It was for a lot of reasons but one of them was the fact they searched us without a female present, and he was also pissed off they searched us at all without anyone else in the room.

I had less to say about it. Again if I COULD go back I'd probably have doubled down and said they couldn't search my bag and that if they're going to I want one of my parents there. So that my mom or dad could rip them a new one because I've never even fuckin' TOUCHED a vape.

Also I got suspended for 3 days for something. I don't remember what. My parents called the Highschool over a detention I got that was such a bullshit excuse and they went "um well either he does the detention or we suspend him" so. I got suspended. As though that's like some law that a kid HAS to do the detention and it isn't their choice.

My online highschool has no stories because I was so depressed in that and I don't think I really actually Learned Anything. My grades TANKED and I had an insanely low GPA. I genuinely think I only graduated because they didn't have a GPA requirement

#to be fair i was depressed in freshman year too and middle school and before then but thats not what this is about #Elias answers #you think they'd let kids have clear bottles but nope! #also worth noting in middle school we had 2 minutes to get to class. if you were late? you could get written up which could mean a detention #yiu weren't supposed to carry a bag around but i started gettinf real tired because i couldnt do the number lock on my locker and they were #like oh well dont carry everything stop at your locker -- WE LITERALLY DIDNT HAVE THE TIME TOO so i started carrying EVERYTHING in a mini sl #ing gym bag. and then everything else in my arms

[eva-cybele]

a rare personal post appears, cut for emotional barf

today is my 14th wedding anniversary, and I'm still kind of grappling with my emotions around my wedding. not my marriage - love my husband, he's still great. I feel bad calling my memories of our wedding bittersweet, because it was absolutely nothing to do with him.

but I wanted a few things for my wedding. to wear a medieval dress/be in the closest thing I could find to a castle, to have a 3 tier cake, to have it on our dating anniversary of April 11th, and to have the traditional bride/bridesmaid experience with female friends around me. I would have been fine compromising on some, but I got literally none of these.

problem was, my husband's brother was in the military, so I ended up caving and getting married two days after christmas so my MIL could have her kids home for the holidays. the dresses and venue and cake I wanted were too expensive. we had the wedding at a church, with a pastor. a religious ceremony, which I also didn't want, because to do otherwise would be to invite a ton of fighting from both our families.

and this was my second year of university, when I was in the worst possible years of my life re: friendship. I hadn't made any friends at college, my high school best friend stopped talking to me the second we graduated. of the two HS friends I reached out to about being bridesmaids, one lied and told me she was moving to another country. another said yes and then ghosted me. I ended up with my cousin and two childhood friends I had barely hung out with in recent years that probably felt too bad to say no.

my bachelorette party was me, my photographer (wife of one of my husband's friends), and my mom. it was one of the loneliest nights of my life.

then after the wedding, my husband's friends covered our new car in shaving cream, which will eat through paint if you leave it. and put powdered coffee creamer in our vents, which blew out all over our recently-detailed interior. we didn't get all of that stuff out of the nooks and crannies by the time we sold the car last year. and we were at the car wash trying to rinse off our car in freezing temperatures long enough that we missed our paid-for fancy dinner at the hotel we were staying at for our wedding night. which was the only honeymoon we got.

everything just added up to something that was for everyone else, not for me. and I keep bouncing between "so what, it doesn't actually matter" and "but it mattered to me for some reason, and now I feel stupid that it mattered."

and a huge part of it is that at least in part, I bought into the 90s girl power ideal of close female friendship, and I have never had that. have rarely had more than one or two girl friends at a time at all, much less the tightknit group I always wanted. I've never been asked to be in anyone else's wedding either, so it's like...idk. growing up I was always on the fringes of every friend group I had, the one who they let hang around but wasn't really included. so it's hard to shake that feeling even now, when I have honestly more friends than I ever have. sometimes I still doubt if they actually like me or just put up with me being there because I run the discords they use to hang out with their real friends.

I don't know where I'm going with this and honestly it's at least 90% fueled by me being PMSy, recovering from a stomach bug that hit me like a truck on Christmas day, and having honestly an absolutely terrible year in most respects.

#personal #bleh #wedding and friendship thoughts and stuff #there's probably some more stuff rattling around my brain about the second topic but #it probably deserves its own post #maybe in a few days if I haven't decided I'm tired of my own bullshit and shove it back in the box where I keep all my problems

[lsvdw-blog]

If Ethan and your mc were around the same age and had gone to school together, would they know each other or be friends?

Anon, this is perfect for the HS AU I've been working on and brainstorming with @takemyopenheart for ages. Here's Part 1 ❤

For Choosing Me (1/?)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings; Rating: None; General

Premise: Serena's first day as a Freshman in a new High School.

Author’s Note: This has been an idea I've had/been creating for well over a year now (huge shoutout to @takemyopenheart for helping me brainstorm so much of it). I love this story so much, but I haven't had the time, or motivation, to write out all of it in story form, even though it deserves it. However, I very much want to share this story regardless, so it will be a mix between writing and HC bullet points. I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

"Have a good day, sweetie!" 

"Thanks, mom." Serena smiles apprehensively and unbuckles her seat belt. 

She hops out of the car and slowly walks towards the open campus, thumbs looped through the ends of her backpack straps.

She mentally pulls up the map of the school, retracing the route she had charted days earlier, hoping she wouldn’t get lost.

After a short trek, Serena stops in front of a closed door and stares at the name plaque. She's met with her reflection and focuses in, fiddling with the butterfly clips holding her bangs back. She takes a deep breath, turns the knob, and enters the homeroom. 

It's her very first day of freshman year. 

Colorful cutouts decorate the panels and an overhead projector sits in a corner. Sunlight streaks through the wall of windows on the opposite side, landing on the backs of children sitting sideways in their seats, chatting and laughing animatedly with their friends. 

All but one. He’s singularly focused on the book in front of him, not noticing any of the cacophony surrounding him.

Serena slowly moves towards the teacher’s desk from her spot just inside the door. 

“Hi, Ms. Frizzle. My name is Serena and—” 

“Oh, Serena, hello!” Ms. Frizzle interrupts, excitedly clapping her hands. She rounds her desk, places her hands on Serena’s shoulders, and turns her to face the class.

“Good morning, everyone!” 

The room immediately quiets down.

“I’d like to introduce you all to Serena. She’s just moved here from out of state and is joining our class. Please give her a warm welcome!”

Among the smattering of “hi’s” and “hello’s” that break out, the boy who was reading a book looks up, giving Serena a quick glance. 

New girl. 

He slightly rolls his eyes and turns back to his book, as the rest of the children return to their conversations.

Ms. Frizzle leads Serena to an empty desk in the middle of the classroom. 

“This is where you’ll be sitting, sweetheart. We’ll begin shortly.” She smiles before walking back to her table, heels click-clacking on the linoleum. 

Serena takes a seat, looking at the classmates around her with slightly hopeful eyes. When none of them stop their chattering to acknowledge or include her, she deflates a bit. Twisting around to unzip her backpack, she pulls out two books stacked together. 

The movement catches the boy's attention and he secretly watches as she carefully places them in front of her.

Serena picks up the first book and opens it. Her eyes roam the room once more before she shyly tucks some hair behind her ear and dips her head to begin reading. 

The boy leans forward in his seat, trying to catch a glimpse of the title. Lord of the Flies is sprawled across the front in gold lettering. 

That's a good book. A literary classic that delves into the human psyche.

As he's lost in his thoughts, his line of sight falls on the still closed second book. The Origin of the Vaccine Inoculation. His eyes go wide; he'd know the author of that book anywhere.

He closes the hardcover in front of him halfway, scanning the front. An Inquiry Into the Causes and Effects of the Variolae Vaccinae. 

Edward Jenner.  

An interesting coincidence. Everyone around him seemed to only hold an interest in comic books, so he never thought he’d encounter anyone else his age reading material written by his medical hero.

His eyes slowly move upward, landing on the back of Serena’s head, astonished. 

She must’ve felt his eyes on her because right then, her head slowly turns towards him. He snaps his head down, staring at the page in front of him so intently, he was sure a hole would appear. 

Please tell me she didn’t see me.

After a few seconds, he glances back up. He breathes a small sigh of relief when he isn't met with a pair of eyes. 

“Ethan! Would you be a dear and help me set up for an activity?” Ms. Frizzle’s enthusiastic voice breaks through. 

As Ethan nods and walks to the front of the room, studiously avoiding Serena’s direction, her gaze bashfully follows his movements.

She tries to suppress the slight upturn of the corner of her lips, as she indeed did catch him staring at her.

Ethan. The boy with the bright blue eyes.

~~~~~~

Ethan shuts the car door and walks towards the quad. He stops at the edge of it to take in his surroundings: the way the trees dance in the wind, the crisp and clear chirping of the birds, the glistening of the morning dew. 

He closes his eyes and relishes in the peace and quiet that comes with being on campus before everyone else. It helps him forget, if even for a moment.

He takes a deep breath, opening his eyes after the exhale; they land on Serena. 

The girl with the butterfly clips in her hair.

She’s sitting at one of the round stone tables, too engrossed in her book to notice him staring. 

Again. 

He quickly averts his gaze and goes to take a seat at the table across from her, pulling out a book of his own. Not that he pays it much attention, inadvertently stealing glances at Serena instead.  

Stop being such a creep.

He shakes his head slightly, trying to focus on Edward Jenner’s clinical trials. Ethan makes it a few sentences down the page, before his eyes float upwards once more. This time, his eyes lock with a pair of brown ones. 

The boy with the blue eyes.

Serena offers him a half-smile and Ethan freezes, unsure of what to do. By the time he’s recovered and goes to return the smile, she’s already back to reading her book. It's the same Edward Jenner book from the day before and Ethan feels an urge to discuss it with her. No one his age had ever expressed a similar interest to his own, until now.

Ethan gulps and stands, slowly making his way in her direction. Once he’s standing in front of her, with only four feet of table between them, his mouth is dry and his heart is hammering in his chest.

His height creates a slight shadow over Serena and she looks up, their eyes meeting for the second time in as many minutes. 

Ethan clears his throat and hastily holds up his book. “I’m also reading a book by Edward Jenner.” 

Serena’s eyes light up in recognition as they land on the cover. “I’ve read that one before. Ingenious, really, how he used simple clinical observation and testing to impact human health.”

She bookmarks her page and holds up her own book. “He summarizes his discoveries in this one and expresses hope that his findings will stop smallpox once and for all. Isn’t it amazing that his practices are still used today, almost two-hundred years later?” 

Ethan can’t miss the way her eyes absolutely sparkle, the excitement in her voice, the pure passion. 

He nods, taking a seat across from her. “His hopes were well-placed. The CDC states that ‘many people consider the eradication of smallpox to—’”

“‘Be the biggest achievement in international public health.’” 

Ethan’s mouth is slightly agape and Serena just smiles sheepishly. “He took matter from fresh cowpox lesions on a dairymaid’s hand and—”

“Used it to inoculate a young boy," Ethan finishes. "The boy developed some symptoms, but by the tenth day, he—”

“Felt much better. Two months later, he was inoculated with smallpox instead, but—”

“No disease developed,” they say in unison.

Both of their eyes widen and Serena timidly looks down. 

“I’d like to be a doctor someday,” she whispers. 

The increasing sound of click-clacking heels make their heads swivel. 

"Serena! I'm glad you're here. I'd like to show you which books we'll be reading throughout the year, if you'd follow me." Ms. Frizzle smiles. 

Serena nods and packs up her things, Ethan standing with her. As she goes to trail after Ms. Frizzle, she hesitates, turning back to Ethan. 

"See you later," she whispers, giving him a small smile and wave. 

He's taken aback by her friendliness, only managing to squeak out a belated, "Okay."

He drops back down to their table, motionless, so captivated and in awe of her intelligence.

I'd like to be a doctor someday, too.

~~~~~~

Serena grabs her tray off the metal slider, turning and walking towards the cashier. They scan her ID and she takes a few steps forward, stopping to sweep the seating area.

The cafeteria is filled with seniors sitting atop tables, juniors showing off new accessories, and sophomores blowing straw wrappers at each other. She shifts from foot to foot before spotting a few girls in her grade, weaving towards them. They don't notice as Serena approaches, deep in a story about their summers. 

Serena shyly sits down at the edge of their table, face open and optimistic that they'll include her in their chat. But as the minutes tick on, the other girls don't even acknowledge her presence, chattering away. 

Serena presses her lips into a line and looks down at her lunch tray. She grabs the plastic fork and begins to pick at her side of mixed vegetables. 

Of course they wouldn't want to talk to me; I'm just the new girl. 

She spends the rest of lunchtime with her head down, self-consciously pushing around the food on her plate. 

~~~~~~

After dinner that night, Ethan stands in his room, hands on his hips, surveying his bookshelves. They're filled from top to bottom with books and VHS tapes that cover an array of genres and topics: dystopian, medicine, math. 

Ethan’s finger trails over the spine of each book as his eyes follow: Nineteen Eighty-four, The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat, How to Lie with Statistics. 

After struggling to pick out anything for five minutes, Ethan starts making a pile of any and all publications he'd think Serena would enjoy. 

A stack of books sit at the foot of his bed as Ethan strains to fit the latest one into his backpack. 

"Why won't you fit?!" He growls. 

He plops down with an exasperated sigh, looking forlornly between his backpack and the other books yet to be touched. 

Would Serena even like any of these? 

He shakes his head, clearing it. No, I’ve come too far to give up now.

"If I put the biggest books in the back, the medium-sized ones flush against them, and move my supplies to the front…" Ethan mumbles, trying to tetris his way into fitting everything. 

Twenty minutes later, an extremely frustrated Ethan sits on the floor. He settles for bringing along one book, another one of his favorites: Emergency Doctor. He looks approvingly at it, sliding it into his backpack, and zips it up.

#ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #playchoices #choices open heart #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey open heart #open heart choices

[yuukei-yikes]

sorry ive been so autistic over this for a while so im going to bother you with this

anyways timeskip kidomomo. they're married. they're living together. hibiya (16) comes to stay with them for the remainder of his high school years bc the high school he wanted to attend was in the city and even though it took A Lot of time convincing his parents, they let him attend and let him stay with kidomomo since they live in the city as well. this also involved having to introduce them to his parents and kdmm lying about how they met hibiya.

so now kdmm are his temporary guardians. hibiya is like a son to kdmm. they're happy to be his gay moms. hibiya insists that they're not his moms and they should stop calling him their son but you know they still call him son anyways. kido even does that dad thing where they put a hand on his shoulder and go "listen, son.." before giving him advice on anything.

it also took hibiya quite a while to get used to kdmm's Four Cats bc. you know (he's worked out his trauma with cats kinda but he still has a dislike for them. has a personal vendetta against kido jr., one of kdmm's cats). kido helped him get used to the cats, now he's on okay terms with most of them (kido jr. still doesn't fuck with him. no one knows why. hibiya doesn't fuck with her either 😒). hibiya said to kido that even tho he was fine with the cats, he still wasn't rly too fond of them. cut to later where kido found him asleep on the couch holding megatron 3 (another one of kdmm's cats) in his arms.

one time hibiya was tired and called momo "mom" and oh my GOD momo did not let that boy live that down. god momo would be That type of embarrassing mom. when kdmm drop hibiya off at school she's like "BYE HIBIYA ILY 👋👋" and hibiya is speedwalking to the doors of the school and dying of embarrassment. since she's hibiya's guardian for the time being she wants to help him with Everything, like homework or relationship advice (more on the relationship advice bc she does Not need him acting like how he did at 11 with another girl) or his emotions and shit. and she would celebrate all of his little accomplishments too, like if he came home and said he got an 100 on a test she'd take him out for ice cream and put his tests on the fridge. hibiya thinks she's soooo embarrassing but he still appreciates her being like this to him. sorry im a bit insane over mama momo

also imagine kdmm at hibiya's graduation. oh momo would be SOBBING and kido would be like "Proud Of You." (tears streaming down their face and bottom lip quivering) (they're barely holding it together)

thats all im writing here bc i dont wanna be Too Insane in your asks 😁

I LOOOOOOVE THIS HC!!!!! YES! YES! YES! hibiya moving to the city for hs and living with kidomomo FOR REALS!!!!!! god him introducing them to his damn parents.... please thats so fucking funny. i dont wanna write much bc this is its own good read but god please i love these long asks and reading small fanfics in my askbox. so fucking good. please more of these. also the lore of kidomomo's cats intrigues me so much.... kido jr...why wont u open ur heart...

i think hibiya would be so nervous to bring it up and then momo's like YES. YES. YES. YES. PLEASE she's the one moving the situation forward to make hibiya move in... his parents wont step out of the village so momo and kido travel to the village and momo's flashy EXISTENCE makes everyone like ?!?!?!?!?!? augh. like this would be such a good fic idea, momo&kido going to meet hibiyas parents...

#ask tag

[templarsaint]

Have you ever just opened up and let it all out? I’m 65 years old and I just did with my wife at the cooling down period from our last fight. I just now figured out that I’ve been a second or third class person my entire life starting with the first time I came to from a very hard backhand from my dad at 10 years old. He was military so between his hands and the military web belt I knew to keep silent and invisible when he was around. Serious girlfriends always dumped me for someone smarter, richer, or bigger if you know what I mean. Got married on the rebound to a girl looking to escape her parents and small town life. Had kids when she thought I might leave but she couldn’t handle the 0-1 year old stage so I did that. She always griped about the military and me being gone so I retired at the first opportunity. Yeah I tried to make my old man proud by joining up like him but not once did I ever hear him say that he was proud of me. After I retired moved halfway between my mom and my dad (north central texas) my wife starts griping that I’m around too much! She has an affair with a coworker and then one with my dad. We get divorced and the girls(jr high and high school) choose to live with me because I didn’t make them do anything. I did all the jobs that both parents are supposed to do(think laundry at a laundry mat, etc) and cooked after getting off work. Oldest graduates from hs and takes off with her mom and husband never to-be seen again. Haven’t seen or heard from her since 2000. I Get remarried just before Christmas 2000. Youngest daughter is pissed and takes off to her mom’s house in another state, with my wonderful dad’s assistance, and ghosts me until 2017 when my dad dies. Turns out that her mother had committed suicide a couple of months prior. From 2001 until 2016 I was third class citizen coming after my new wife and her son( age 6), then her parents. Son graduated from college with his bachelors degree in social work. He’s now moved out of the house so I’m back up to second class citizen after her and her folks. By the time we are finished looking after them we will be too old to have any time for what I thought were our dreams and plans. I will die having spent my entire life providing for, and helping others, with their dreams. I hate my life, myself and my god for how this all turned out. I’m going to make sure that I don’t see my 66 birthday. Forgot to tell y’all that my wife hasn’t wanted anything to do with me between the sheets for over five years now so I don’t know if I just can’t please a woman or what. Second class citizen. A broken down old war horse that is just around to do all the chores and pay all the bills. She watches tv and naps all week until it’s time to go over a stay with her mom for the weekend to give the caregiver the weekend off. Counting the days!

[jadedrrose]

Man fuck it I’m ranting here lol

(Y’all do not need to read this at all)

My 2 friends like do not understand I don’t want to cut off my family? Anytime I say “oh my parents pissed me off today but it’s like fine I’m just mad” they immediately tell me I have to run away and cut them off?? And then I’ll entertain them and be like “ok but where do I go? Because if I cut them off by extension I’m cutting off my cousins/extended family and can’t stay with them” and then they just go “oh idk figure it out” BUT THEN WHEN ONE OF THEM RAN AWAY WHEN THEY CAME OUT AS NON BINARY THE OTHER ONE OFFERED FOR THEM TO LIVE WITH HER???? I also don’t even have a fucking car because I’m poor as shit, so how do they expect me to leave with no help at all when I also have 6 animals to take with me. Their other solution is then “you need to go to college then bc you’ll have a dorm” but bro??? if I’m already poor with no car that ain’t gonna work, and I had my only change of getting a scholarship taken away because I had a shitty teacher in HS who failed the whole class. Also not to mention how hard it is to get hired?? I’ve applied to at least 15 places and only heard back from 4, all of which was just to tell me “actually we can’t hire you because you have no experience”.

And then there’s the fact I’m bi but due to excessive bullying from when I was in school I basically have a mindset of nobody could ever possibly find me attractive, so I can’t ever get married (bc I’m the type who’d be dating for long term stuff, absolutely no flings at all). So whenever I’m talking about that I’ll say “no guy would want me anyway I’m gross looking and have high standards” they’ll tell me “oh just marry a girl then” but like, no. Maybe I would date a girl (but again, I want to date to find the one I wanna spend my life with) but I can’t ever see myself marrying one, especially when my family would probably disown me if I did lol. (And is it wrong to say I would prefer a guy? Like I have crushes on girl characters n stuff but I’ve never seen a girl irl and wanted to fall on the floor and beg for her to love me lol) So then they say I have to cut them off so I can go marry a woman but like, I never even said I wanted to marry a woman? 😭 idk how they don’t understand this.

My last straw is that my mom might hire me to be a teacher at her preschool so then I was like “oh well I hate waking up early, so in theory I could go to sleep at like 7-8 pm and wake up around 3 ish so that I’m already up” and then they got mad at me for considering it ?? They were like “what if she just wants to use you for labor and not pay you? You’re just gonna be relying on her forever then” ???? Why would my mom not pay me… when she offered me higher pay compared to the retail stuff I’ve applied to……. what isn’t clicking….so then I said “it doesn’t matter anyway I’m not moving away until I can afford a small house, I’d have too much anxiety (I’m scared somebody around me would leave their oven or something on and then burn down my apartment where my beloved cats, puppy and snake would be) to live in an apartment” and apparently that logic makes no sense because I HAVE to leave now. I’m only 18, how could I possibly leave even if I wanted to???? uuughhfhtngnnfnfnffjfjgn

I don’t wanna cut my friends off either bc they’re literally the only friends I have left. And like usually they’re fine otherwise but idk

If you read this I am sorry but also grateful lol, I hope my train wreck life is at least entertaining like a Reddit AITA would be

#ranting

[midwestmediocre]

Decent at best.

my first short story.

Almost

I’ve always been just kinda good at a lot of things. I used to occasionally dabble with music, including the piano, guitar, drums and the ukulele. I’m not particularly noteworthy. I was barely in my high school yearbook, and that fact does closely mirror my HS experience. When I was around 14, and starting High School, I was a very chubby kid. My family, while loving, had a way of making everything revolve around food. I was “in the danger zone” according to my family’s doctor. So against my wishes, I was made to join the basketball team. I was never a sports fan, and yet here I was joining the team.

While I was technically part of the team, I hardly saw any playtime. The only thing that I had enjoyed and looked forward to on game day, was the fact that we wore our jerseys during the school day. I thought it made me appealing to the girls. It didn’t.

My academics, throughout my time as a student were nothing to write home about. In middle and high school, my grades always sat just above average. That was good enough for my Mom, and she was proud. In middle school , I was constantly being told that I had “potential”. I quickly began to loathe that word. Hearing it struck me as if me as I was then was not good enough, nor will I ever be good enough until I tapped into that potential that I kept hearing so much about. I never seemed to rise above average though. I constantly saw certain groups of people excelling in their chosen high school identity. There were the AP and Honors course kids, who had been applying to colleges ever since freshman year. There were also the athletes who gave “110 percent” like their coach would tell them to do, in hopes of landing a college scholarship. The last notable group that comes to mind are the theater and music kids, who made the performing arts their identity. Fun fact about me: I tried to be a part of all of those groups.

Then and now I lacked passion. It was always such a powerful and mystical word to me, but more so than anything, it remained elusive. Before I had realized, high school was over and I hadn’t applied to any universities or community colleges. I was suddenly an aimless 18 year old. 

My family was always supportive and loving, but they wanted me to at least attend community college.  That idea quickly fell apart when I realized that I could skip class with no consequence. For about a year, I worked a few jobs until one day I realized…. Those people I went to school with were thriving in college or making a career for themselves in the military. A few of them even had connections that had allowed them to get high paying entry level jobs in the city. And here I was, working at the bowling alley or a daycare, or a pizza place. 

I felt that potential I had heard so much about had been thoroughly squandered.

I wanted to make a change, but in my mind, anything I might choose could prove to be useless. I had to do something big. So I did.

I ended up moving to Illonois. I heard that the midwest was more affordable to live in, and that it was also brimming with opportunity for someone like myself. I got settled thanks to the help of some friends that lived in the area, and I was suddenly living in my 400$/month apartment and making a whopping FIFTEEN dollars per hour! I thought I was rich! It was a modest and humble way of life. And little did I know that was all it was ever going to be…….

Sometimes a mediocre life… translates to a mediocre death.

“Romance”

I met her in the summer. 

Upon moving to IL, I quickly set about my number 1 all time goal: Lose my virginity. I was also after romance and a relationship, but I’d be lying if I said that being a 20 year old virgin wasn’t eating away at me. Immediately, I downloaded Tinder, and Bumble, and began swiping feverishly. My bio included some simple trivia about myself. I liked comics, anime, the Marvel movies, Star Wars and video games. I looked at that bio and felt proud. That pride soon turned to confusion, when I was receiving absolutely ZERO matches or even likes. 

I was up REALLY late one night swiping through Tinder as usual, when I happened upon a beautiful picture. She was stunning. She attended the local university, she liked comics, anime, and video games. Her bio seemed at that moment that it was written just for me. A true modern day love story right? I attempted to swipe right, but came to realize instead that I was already out of swipes. Immediately I went to check my bank app to see how much was in my account and I miraculously had 10$ left. 

The premium account with unlimited swipes was 7.99.

I entered my card info and was suddenly a “premium member”. I rolled my eyes at my own desperation. “Jeez, paying for love now? Soon you’ll be paying for…’’ I quickly put that thought out of my head, and saw her profile was still there. I swiped right…..we matched! She messaged me first and we chatted, we soon exchanged numbers and talked on the phone until sunrise.

To me, at that moment I felt as if I was starting the best chapter yet.

Later on, I learned that you could try too hard at love. When you feel that you haven’t done anything noteworthy, and suddenly you have a noteworthy person in your life, you don’t want to lose it. 

So I held tight, too tight in fact. 

Egress

It seems like nobody ever really tells you how to balance your affection for another that doesn’t just boil down to being aloof or dismissive. Looking back on it now, I definitely came on too strong. I said “I love you” first, and I even proposed in the 1st 6 months. Looking back on it now I wish Ariana said no. 

She had a lot going for her. But then I came along.

She was working on her undergrad in Journalism, with a focus in communications. She was going to set the News world on fire. Ariana always had a very strained relationship with her father, ever since her mother passed away. He was never violent, just mean and petty. That whole conflict was coming to a head when I entered her life. Naively, I told her she could move in with me, especially since she only had one semester of school left before graduating. So she left home and moved in with me. What a fucking mistake.

Potential

Shortly after she graduated, Ariana took a part time job at the Dollar Store to assist with bills, although I insisted I could handle them on my own. The plan was for her to look for a job in her field and eventually we’d both move to NYC. That probably the most non-viable plan we possibly could have came up with. 

Soon weeks of searching turned to months, which turned to years and before we knew it, 10 years had rolled by.

Average

To keep us afloat, I became the breadwinner between the two of us. Ariana never did find that Journalism job. That bred depression and that depression bred despair. I had thoroughly swept her into my life of mediocrity. We were just normal people.

It often seems like when a person leads a boring, unnoteworthy life, they have kids. And I guess the hope is that they become noteworthy, noticeable, or important, thereby extending the chain of mediocrity. Maybe somewhere down the line that does happen, but you might not be around to see it come to fruition. Ariana never wanted kids. Neither did I.

I had completely embraced my midwest averageness, I was a night shift supervisor at a warehouse, and worked part-time as a mover. Ariana continued to work part time at the Dollar Store after all these years, insisting that her Journalism career will pick up.

She just went full time. Shortly after I saw the messages in her phone. They were with a coworker of mine. I remember feeling numb, not even angry, but rather I thought “this was bound to happen sooner or later’’. I was a premature balding, overweight 34 year old with no savings and a crappy car, she was also 34 but her looks never aged past 27, and her figure was what I liked to refer to her as “ fit and curvy”. She realistically could have anybody, and there wasn’t anything of note happening to us. Along the way I stopped being overly romantic and spontaneous. Working 65+ hours a week and never seeing your partner is a good way to lose her.

Close

Weeks after I saw the messages, I did not even confront her. What could I even say? “How could you?” or “why babe?” I knew full well why. So I resolved not to be a burden on her life, her goals, her dreams, her happiness….anymore. I kept a small revolver in the bed side table, I planned to walk to work instead of drive. I told her I needed fresh air. And she just waved her hand and told me to “be safe”. I nodded and left.

Along my path I stopped to pet my neighbor's porch cat “Marbles” one last time. He rolled around and mewed a bunch. It put a smile on my face. I cut through a portion of the “woods’’ which was little more than 3-4 dozen oak trees with a narrow bike path weaving through it. As of now my shift started 15 minutes ago. I walked along the bike path and came to the bridge portion of it. The time was now 9:45pm and it was dark, save for one flickering orange tinted pathway lamp.

It was here my life was scheduled to end.

As I reached into my pocket and felt the cold steel of the revolver, I closed my eyes to pray one last time. When I opened them, I noticed a figure standing atop the chain link fence that kept joggers and bikers from falling the long height of the bridge into a shallow creek. As I looked closer I realized it was a kid. No older than 16, planning to end it all. “What a waste of potential” I thought…. He looked at me and we locked eyes. The waist height fence began to wobble and the kid slipped. Without thinking I grabbed his wrist. But it was quickly apparent to me that I did not have the strength to pull him up. So I fell with him. Rotating my body so that I would absorb the impact. I remember hearing him screaming for help, and also at me. Not sure why though. I remember seeing my cheap, lightweight revolver, get pushed downstream aided by gravity.

“Well at least Ari will get the life insurance money”. “I guess I did do one thing that had an impact”.

END 

#my writing #authors #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #writing

[crgirlsworld]

Always curious about other people’s take on soulmates. I don’t expect anybody to read this but if you do plz leave your input lol I don’t even wanna know how many words this is I’m sorry in advance

I totally believe in them and the concept of fate/red string theory & all that shit, & I’ll tell you why.

I met a guy for the first time 11 years ago, I was l was literally 12. He’s actually related to one of my old best friends, and I was staying at her house & he had a basketball game they happened to be going to, so I had to go too. The irony is that staying with her was total our if the moment & I was close to never meeting him that first time.

Anyway, he’s 14, a freshman in high school at a different school so ofc I think he’s cute as fuck and he made me laugh so hard when we went to eat dinner that night. I didn’t see him again for almost 3 years because there was really no reason for me to cross paths with him.

Fast forward to the beginning of basketball season of my freshman year & his junior year. He’d ended up moving to my school at the beginning of that year, but he was an upperclassman so I wouldn’t ever have a reason to cross a genuine path with him. Anyway, the basketball coach was my biology teacher and was seriously my favorite teacher in all 4 years of hs, so I was talking to him between games & this guy walks up mid conversation and just joins in like he’s known me my whole life and I’m ofc like 🙄🙄 your ruining my conversation mister but like the way he SMILED at me I can still fucking remember to this day.

I was actually planning to leave before his game but I ended up staying and me being a #boldgirl I slid into his fb messages and tell him that he played good and that it was good talking to him & we talk for a bit & he goes on to say ‘I hate using messenger, text me’ and gives me his number. Plz you can’t even imagine the fan girl I fangirl’d.

Anyway, we talked every day. Used every excuse to text about literally anything. I was at color guard practice one day & we practiced right outside of the gym where the guys were practicing basketball & they walk in our area to the water fountains and he looks at me and winks and I 🫠 all of the girls saw it too and were like AHHHHH with me and my face was so fucking red LMAOOOO

Biggest problem with us and the only reason we didn’t end up together was because he had commitment issues. He’d had a long term girlfriend that he wasn’t with anymore that he was still hooked on because she liked to string him along (I still want to punch her in her throat and she’s married now).

I ignored every 🚩🚩🚩 known to man because I was genuinely falling head over heels in love with the guy. He pulled me every which way, making me think he felt the same before immediately retracting. He talked to a couple of different girls during times where we’d fight but it always came back to us it seemed like. (Even said coach from the first game could see it)

Track season came around and I was at every meet and we hung out every Thursday for the entire day. Thursdays are my favorite day of the week, to this day.

Friday nights we would both usually be at home, talking to each other and watching movies separately but together. We talked one night for hours. We texted watching Forrest Gump, then The Notebook & then he called me to tell me he wasn’t going for all to me anymore because of how it ended. Then we stayed on the phone and watched the most terrible low budget horror movie ever. We were both pretty tired by then, so it was no surprise when he fell asleep during the second horror movie but like THAT ONE WAS SO MUCH SCARIER but I didn’t want to turn it off because I wanted to tell him all about it the next day.

The next year he graduated. He was dead set on going into the Coast Guard and his mom included me in everything. Telling him goodbye before he was basically unreachable while he was at basic was literally crippling. We went from talking every day to not talking for twelve weeks.

After basic he gets stationed in Maryland, (for ref im in Texas) & it sucked because he was so far away but FUCK I MISSED HIM. We started FaceTimeing at this point. My sleep schedule was absolutely fucked, because I’d stay awake with him while he was on duty until he made me go to sleep at three in the morning, because I still had school.

The first time I ever truly felt like my heart had gotten ripped out of my chest was when I was 17. (Two years post re meeting him) he was my best friend. I was beginning to accept that was all we’d ever be, but I’d also never had to see him with another girl. He always told me that he wasn’t in the right place to date.

So tell me why this mother fucker brings a girl he’d been talking to from our town to a party he knew I’d be at. Literally all of the air left my body when they walked in. Anyway, he brought one of his friends from the CG home while he was visiting, and me being petty, decided I’m going to flirt with this guy all night. Tell me why boy gets jealous and is a total cockblock all night.

I start talking to this new guy I’d met at my new job, and we hit it off pretty well, but I’m still regularly texting my situationship, never fully getting past everything. We were in kind of an awkward place though because he’d really fucked with my emotions.

Things are beginning to get pretty serious with work guy, who soulmate guy had no idea about, but anyway. Soulmate guy calls me up one day and I answer it cause it’s what I always did. He’s like “hey can we talk?” & im like o gr8 what could possibly go wrong. Mind you, this is a couple of weeks before he’s getting ready to move closer to home. Then he’s like “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I realize how absolutely stupid I’ve been. You’ve been the only person constantly there for me the last 3 years and I really took that for granted. I really want to give us a shot.” And I basically ghosted him.

He tried to make plans for me to come to dinner at his mom’s and I was pretty shady about it, not wanting to straight out say I was seeing someone because I was so fucking scared to close that door in my life.

Move forward to now, he’s got a wife and two kids and seems mostly happy but who am I to say for sure, anymore? We talk occasionally, but we cross paths often. Usually it feels like no time has past.

On my 22nd birthday he texts me and tells me happy birthday & I was like oh wow you remembered & he’s like I tell you every year and I’m like shut up but it’s true because even if we weren’t talking on a regular basis he’s always made sure to tell me happy birthday. He happened to ask me if I ever thought about what life would’ve been like if I’d agreed to try things with him and I didn’t hesitate in telling him that I thought about it every day. He tells me that he was stupid in high school and acted like he wasn’t in love with me when he was & when I tell you that, as I’m sitting at my desk at work, my heart rate jumped to 165. Ironically I’ve been prone to palpitations since then lmao

I run into him at work events in the community & my stomach knots every time he stops to talk to me. I’ll think about him and run into him at the store in the same day.

I write about him like this because he was my first muse & he got me into writing. I write about him like this because I’ve never gotten over him and he still holds a piece of my heart and I miss him every. fucking. day.

#soulmatethoughts #red string of fate #this hurt to write #literally sobbing #soulmate #blurb

[p-t-f-s]

forgot it was possible to see sideblog notifs and im. surprised they have followers but then again so does this blog lmaooooooo. i should make vents again. i miss that. no time like the present.

fuck i need to work on my project thats past due and due tonight and if not turned in would drop me to a C but god. i hate this class and dont wanna but im already on my second retake and this time it was genuinely so much fuckin easier. even if the exact same professor bc shes the only one teaching this class did even worse with scheduling and assignment access this semester. and i genuinely have not been this suicidal since fuckin high and middle school. two different points in each. most bc of my middle school insomnia and All That That happened but my high school wasnt much worse considering i was working part time to full time my senior year of high school while also getting my associate's as my mom was kicking me out/to live with my dad in the near the end of the school year bc of me turning 18 and her being "free" of her legal duties to me [she was not bc by our law that SHE AS A FUCKING FEDERAL JUDGE KNEW was till the child of dicerce is 18 and GRADUATED HS DIPLOMA] she was finally free to move to the opposite side of the country/the political problems and backlash of challenging the baked in theosociological power structure of our city. my birthday was march and graduation was june. literal months and she couldnt wait that fuckin long. and so for the months leading up to my birthday and after i had been living out of my car which both my dad bought for me as an agreement between him and my mom as the end of his child support payments to her and so i wouldnt take the public bus after my mom forgot we had to lie to him that i was being driven to school so he would let me get my college degree bc i had to be at community college at 16 in a Large Dangerous City on the Worst Side Of Town. that shit sucked. i was Stressed and goddamn does it suck being an adult living under your own power and money, no matter how feeble, to know that even when situations are technically objectively better you can still be hella fuckin depressed. and fucking obsessive intrusive thoughts do NOT help but fuck do i wish i had the time to call for help to be able to see a fucking doctor for the first time in my life. like an actual full general doctor and getting an actual checkup and not just a walgreens sick note/athletic packet check. only having ever gone after socially pressuring ur dad by asking his gf for advice while hes halfway done in the bathroom so the conversations still going as he exits so SHE can hound on him instead of being brushed off as an anxious teenage girl bc "whats a doctor going to do?" when asked to go to the er. whos insurance ur on bc you asked him months ago while working on moving in and you couldnt go alone without ur guardian but youd been unable to hear from one ear for months after multiple home/self remedy attempts to clear wax blockage assumption. or my mother coming to visit curious as to why i still have acne after turning 18 bc you shouldnt have acne past 18 and making a dermatologist appointment she paid for to help but having previously told me that she didnt believe in getting sick bc she hadnt gotten sick for years.

and now i have about an hour left to work on a partial coding project bc now IT management is apparently the job of accounting now. i get rationally why theyre doing it and why its important but its fucking stupid and i hate it and again its fucking stupid. anyways. heres to hoping that it goes alright ig but fucking kill me and i hate everything but i swear to fuck if i dont get my bachelors next year im going to lose my shit

#personal #me #actually me #vent post #lmao

[appareils-futiles]

Went yesterday to the doctor because I went 2 weeks ago today to get a referral for blood work for school/work. Their internet was down so they took my papers and said once it was up they'd send it to the place and send me a copy. I gave them 2 days. I called Saturday, Monday and nothing. Left a message to the blood lab Monday morning. Nothing. I went yesterday and ONE person did the thing, well turns out I didn't need it cause they still sent it over. Well whatever I got a copy. I went to the blood spot today, and the tech was super rude. The temptation to tell her I hope she gets some D soon Was real. But I ofcourse always have to be the adult. Disgusting I know.

Anywho I walked over to Dyckman to get some food cause I hadn't eaten and it hit me that when I was growing up all the people working in Dyckman were my age or older, now they are much younger. Decade plus and rude as f. I had ONE nice younger girl today but that's it. It also hit me that the last time I was in Dyckman must of been HS back in 2003-2007 and the apparently now exit only train station probably still looks like an episode of Criminal Minds/SVU where there's a rape victim bleeding out but no one knows cause no one goes to the lower level.

Dyckman was a disappointment, not as lively as it used to be.

Anywho after food I walked a few blocks to get the train (still hood) then one stop over to 181st & St. Nicholas (or as it's referred to....Washington Heights) I was just a few blocks from The U jted Palace theater. And it was so lively. Not as lively as it was when I was growing up and not as lively as it is in the summer/warmer months but still bustling. Im sad that I'm heading back to The Bronx. I Remember my old client telling me how The BX has lots of cool/fun/interesting stuff to do cause I said I was going to see Lin and The Lopezes at United Palace and the month before I had see Lin & Danai Gurira there too and complained how The Bronx, was so boring. I explained that the things I liked, musicals, concerts, plays, skating, the arts, my people, the people I had most in common with, were all outside of The Bronx and all the activities that interest me are rarely if ever in The Bronx and if they are it's a low rent watered down hood version and we Bronxities ruin it by being loud/extra/hood/unappreciative/Clown on it.

A prime example of this is when the Dolphins were in The BX River a couple of months back and ppl were talking shit in the IG comments. I, with my highest liked comment said, "we aren't scientists or marine biologists regress of why they are there, it's a rare sight, just enjoy it. Why the f do we Bronxitites gotta ruin everything. Enjoy it or just shut up and don't ruin it for every one. Just go on your merry way."

There's no need for it. I've always felt out of place in The Bronx. It feels like there's no going up from there. Why do you think all the still relevant celebs who live until adulthood in the bronx move out of the bronx as soon as they make good money? Cause there's literally nothing here.

I always loved going to WH when I was a kid. Even with it was with my mom being embarrassing and slow. I honestly would rather live there than the BX. And guess who else lives there, apparently walking distance from the United palace?? Lin.

#me myself i and yours truly #appareils-futiles #the bronx #washington heights

[jjmaybanksbaby]

Where It Leads (Rafe Cameron)

Summer I

Part 01: Pick Me Up, No Headlights

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summary: It’s your first summer in the Outer Banks.

a/n: I'm so so so excited to introduce my new obx series! This whole thing is based off the song Style by Taylor Swift (which I'm sure you've picked up on lol!) This series is going to be about Rafe during HS so Summer I = the summer before 9th grade and so on and so forth. Enjoy!!

word count: 2k

The Outer Banks was a little bit like a fantasy. The way your mom talked about growing up under the North Carolina heat with her fearless twin brother, Austin, the decades-long feud between the Kooks and the Pogues, the endless summers, it all felt like a movie. There was a specific smile that snuck onto her face when she talked about the place. Their parents had moved away from OBX to the mountains while she was still in college and she’d never been back. Last September, her father's health had taken a turn for the worse and he passed away rather unexpectedly. Your uncle had suggested to your grandmother that she should move back to the Outer Banks since she was also so happy there. To the shock of everyone and your Nonna bought a house on Figure Eight, just a street over from the home your mother been raised in, and moved back to NC.

You’d flown into the tiny Outer Banks airport two days after the Fourth of July and, so far the sky had stayed crystal blue the entire week you’ve been there. It had been great to have some time with your grandmother all to yourself. The house on Figure Eight was huge; you definitely understood why she’d asked your mother if she would spare one of her three daughters to keep her company for the summer. Having the echoing house all to herself sounded glum. Your older sister was spending the summer in Italy for a college-writing program and since you know how to weaponize your middle child charm, you talked your mom into sending you to OBX rather easily.  

“Nonna,” you called down, leaning over the balcony at the top of the stairs. “I can’t find my sandals and I don’t have any other shoes to wear to the Club for lunch.” 

Your grandmother walked into the foyer and looked up at you. “y/n you know I can’t understand you when you yell from upstairs.” She turned around and walked back into the kitchen. You sighed under your breath careful that she didn’t hear you since you’d gotten in trouble for doing that yesterday. 

Your mother use to complain about the way that her mom always felt the need to act - and have her children act - so posh during her childhood but those stories seemed so strange to you. Like a Nonna from a past life, not the one you knew. However, it seemed the Outer Banks had reignited her need to act sophisticated all the time. 

You double-check your appearance in the mirror and then resigned to searching the downstairs of the house for your shoes. 

☼☼☼

Nonna was busy making small talk with some of the other ladies at the Club after lunch but you were antsy to get back to the beach while the sun was still at its peak. You had had all the polite smiling and nodding you could take in an afternoon. 

“I’m gonna- ” you pointed in the direction of the Club bathrooms and your Nonna waved her hand dismissively. You turned on your heel and headed away from her and the others. 

You pushed open the door and was surprised at the quietness. You double-checked under all the stalls to make sure no one else was in there before sitting on the counter and resting the back of your head against the mirror. You knew you were probably smudging the glass but you needed a minute from all it. 

It wasn’t that you weren’t totally in love with the Outer Banks. It was just that your mom seemed to leave out the strenuously boring parts of her childhood - the small talk, the lunches, the emphasis on class. Plus, on top of that, it seems your grandfather’s death has rattled your Nonna deeper than she cared to admit and she’d become overly cautious about everything. She was keeping a much tighter leash on you than was really needed, or so you thought. 

The door swung open and you jumped off the counter hoping whoever had just entered didn’t see you sitting atop it. The young girl stopped rummaging in her cross-body bag and glanced look to meet your gaze. She had on a green and white polka-doted dress and her dirty blonde hair spilled over her shoulders. She looked young, maybe 13 or 14 you guessed. 

“Oh. Hi!” She said. 

“Hi,” you responded. She walked over to stand next to you facing the mirror. She pulled a pink lipgloss out of her purse and ran it over her top and bottom lips before recapping it. 

“Hiding out in here?” She asked. She took your moment of hesitation as an answer. “Yeah, me too. It’s by far the best hiding place. Plus my dad can’t come into the ladies' restroom so it buys me a little time.” She laughed, seemingly at the thought of her dad barging into a women’s bathroom. She looked over at you. “Not to pry but I don’t think I’ve seen at the Club before. Just visiting?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m staying with my Nonna, my grandma, for the summer. I got in last week.” 

The girl smiled big. “The Outer Banks is ah-mazing. Sarah Cameron, by the way.” 

Her genuineness brought a smile to your own face. “I’m so happy to meet you, Sarah. I’m y/n. I haven’t gotten to meet a lot of other kids yet.” 

“I’m not really supposed to know this but my brother talks obnoxiously loud on the phone so it’s really not my fault for eavesdropping, but there’s a beach bonfire tonight down at the cove...it’s a Kook party spot.” She clarified after seeing the confusion on my face. “I’m sure he’d be cool with you tagging along.” Sarah reached into her bag and held out her phone. “Put your number in. I’ll pass it along to him.” 

“Thank you so much,” you said, your heart feeling warmed by this girl's kindness. 

“Yeah, of course,” she stepped forward and wrapped you in an unexpected hug before she exited, leaving the door swinging in her wake. 

☼☼☼

Your phone rang with an unknown number that afternoon around five, just after you’d gotten back from the beach. You answered the call and tucked the phone between your ear and shoulder as you finished rinsing off your sandy feet. 

Sarah’s voice filled the speaker. “Hey y/n, so I told Rafe about you and asked about the party. He said he’ll pick you at 10. Okay? Text me your address so I can give it to him.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay! Umm...one question Sarah. What do I wear to this bonfire?” You asked. 

A friendly laughed echoed through the phone. “Put your bikini under a sweatshirt and some short. You’ll be fine.” 

“Um also one more thing,” You said. 

“Sure!” Sarah replied.

“I think don’t think my Nonna would be too thrilled about me going to this party so could you ask Rafe to turn off the headlights when he get’s here. She sleeps on the first floor and I’m trying not to get caught sneaking out.” 

“Trust me, I know.” You wondered how much 13-year old could possibly know about sneaking out but Sarah was becoming your one friend on the island so you just went with it. 

“Thank you Sarah. I owe you.” 

“I think you’re gonna get along with Rafe great. Okay, talk to you later. Bye y/n!” The phone beeped as Sarah ended the call. You slipped it back into your beach bag and grabbed your towel off the ground, feeling grateful for your new friend. 

☼☼☼

Rafe had shown up at 10:03, a text from another unknown number appeared on your phone announcing his arrival. You'd climbed out of your second-story window and down the attached porch with a surprising amount of ease, only slipping once.

You'd opened the door to the black car and slipped into Rafe’s passenger seat, slight of breath.

Rafe chuckled light. "Hi," he said.

You glanced over, your eyes locking with yours and words escaped you. So Sarah has forgotten to mention her brother was hot. Like the kind of hot girls always giggled about when they passed him in the school hallway. The kind of hot he could probably get away with murder if he just flashed the cops a smile.

That same deadly smile was spreading across his face now. His tongue darted out of his mouth wetting his bottom lip.

"Hi," you squeaked out.

Rafe shifted the car into drive, still refusing to break the eye contact first.

"Should we go?" You asked, your nerves no less unsettled.

Rafe raised his eyebrow conspicuously before turning his head back to focus on the road.

The tension was already killing you and you'd spent less than five minutes together. That was the first moment you realized what Rafe was going to do to your life.

☼☼☼

Your phone pinged as you say around the little bone fire listening to the others talking about the Fourth. You were slowly starting to piece together the names and faces of the other Kooks Rafe had introduced you to.

There was Cole, Milo and Sawyer, who seemed to be Rafe's best friends. Cleo and Riley who welcomed you rather warmly. And Phoebe who had kept her eyes on you all-night in a threatening way that you had tried your best to brush off.

You pulled your phone out of your shorts pocket to see a text from Rafe on the screen.

'Wanna head out?'

You glanced at Rafe to find his eyes already trained at you. You read his text again before nodding your head yes at him.

You turned to Cleo sitting next to you. "It was nice to meet you. I think Rafe and I are gonna go."

"Oh, yeah okay!" She replied. "Wait," she pulled her own phone out of her pocket. "Put your number in. I'll add you to all our group chats. Rafe made it seem like you're gonna be around this summer so you're welcome to hang with us anytime!"

"Yeah, I'm here through August!" You said, smiling at Cleo's offer, taking the phone from her hand.

While you were typing your number into Cleo's phone, Rafe had materialized behind you.

"Thank you so much," you said handing Cleo back her phone.

"Of course!" Cleo replied, her eyes shifting away from your face to look up at Rafe. "Bye Rafe."

"See you later Cleo," he said. "Ready?" He asked looking down at you.

"Hmmhmm," you said before standing up, waving bye to the rest of the group and following Rafe back to his parked car.

"I didn't have anything to drink tonight," Rafe said as you settled into the passenger seat next to him.

"Okay," you replied, thinking back on the night but not remembering Rafe with a solo cup in his hand ever.

"Okay," he repeated back. "I just want to make sure you knew. I wouldn't ever do something that could hurt you."

"Okay," you said again, trying not to read to deep into his comment.

"What you'd think of everyone?" He asked.

"They're nice," you offered. "Different from friends back home."

"Oh, well I hope you'd keep hanging out with me...with us" he paused, quickly correcting himself.

You glanced at Rafe out of the corner of your eye, "Yeah, okay. That sounds good."

"Cool." Rafe said.

His hand on the gear shift twitched, moving the slightest inch closer toward you. You swore you could feel him wanting to grab your hand, to interlaced his fingers with yours but he didn't. His hand stayed in place, his eyes on the road watching as the headlights of the car on the opposite side of the two- lane road grew closer and closer.

Your eyes grew suddenly big with panic and Rafe looked at you with fear written all over his face as you both realized the car was plowing down the wrong side of the street. It was on your side of the road and it was going to hit you.

Rafe frantically spun the wheel trying to avoid the oncoming car but there wasn't enough time.

Your body flew forward on impact before the resistance of the seatbelt caused you to snap back. You felt Rafe’s hand hold onto yours as your eyelids closed and the world faded to black.

#where it leads #where it leads series #obx netflix #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron series #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks series #outer banks fic #obx fic

[the196thbattalion]

star wars human! high school! au

i’ve seen so many headcanons circling throughout the star wars tumblr about high school au’s, so i wanted to share my bit with all of you :D

anakin skywalker

five words: REBEL CHILD ON A MOTORCYCLE.

he doesn’t like riding the school bus because it makes him feel extremely claustrophobic, so he scrapped and scavenged up parts to make his own customized motorcycle, which he lovingly dubbed artoo.

the blue and silver detailing was the joint effort of ahsoka and obi-wan, because anakin doesn’t know how to paint.

if he can catch up to the bus, he’ll ride alongside it and flip off the students on it before revving on ahead of them. (the freshmen think it’s the funniest thing in the universe)

probably one of the most well-known juniors in the entirety of temple high school (mostly because of his shenanigans but partly because he’s dating padme fuckiNG AMIDALA, PRETTIEST GIRL IN THE DAMN SCHOOL)

he always wears this worn-down leather jacket his mom gave to him before she passed away, and refuses to take it off, even though it’s somehow “a violation of the dress code and should be outlawed.”

his hair alone has seduced eight different students (boys and girls)

sometimes during study hall, ahsoka or padme will get a hold of his hair and style it into little braids or make a super rad ponytail.

he really likes iced coffee with milk and sugar. he puts in the milk to make it nice and light (it’s aesthetically pleasing, obi-wan!), and then like eight tablespoons of sugar to make it actually taste good.

his favorite class is mechanics, taught by kit fisto.

anakin spent months on a mechanical arm project to replace his clunky plastic prosthetic, and he was so freaking happy when it was finished; he almost cried. (he did cry and ahsoka got it on video)

obi-wan kenobi

a mixture of the soft™, pretty™, hippie™, grunge™, vsco™ and nerd™ tropes.

he really likes peppermint tea with lots of honey but takes his coffee black.

he has had too much tea.

someone needs to stop him.

almost all of his classes are ap courses, and if cody hadn’t been watching when obi-wan was making his schedule, all of them would be.

him, cody and padme have ap english with mace windu, and cody knows how much his classes stress him out, so he lets obi-wan sleep during class and sends him the notes

the only ap class obi-wan doesn’t take is mechanics, and he shares that class with anakin.

anakin and obi-wan are super close with each other. kenobi was there when ahsoka was adopted, and anakin was there when kenobi got his cat. (they were like 5 okay)

“NAME IT C3PO OBI-WAN, OR I SWEAR TO FUCK-” “what kind of name is that, and why would i - anAKIN PUT HIM DOWN!?”.

mr. fisto constantly has to split them up for disrupting the class, but it’s almost like they can communicate telepathically, and the teachers have a running bet

mace windu literally bet $50 on these fucking nerds so you know it’s for realsies

in reality, they’ve just gotten super creative with passing notes.

kind of off topic, but he has these brown harry potter glasses that he uses (kinda for reading???? but mostly so he can do that anime pushing up glasses thing)

cody thinks it’s the funniest shit ever

whenever cody is feeling stressed, obi-wan just does the thing™ and BOOM! happiness.

people think he’s a goodie two shoes, and honestly, it’s really easy to think that. if the iconics are trying to do something stupid, he’s usually the voice of reason.

but parties?

…

you know what, just ask anakin for the video footage.

ahsoka tano

this hs!au ahsoka tano turned me bisexual confirmed ✔

okay before i go into her style, which is mainly what made me drool over my computer, can i just put skatergirl!ahsoka out there?

spray painting of the rebellion symbol all over the bottom of her board and on items in a couple of the places where she skates the most (like the back of an abandoned car yard)

her instagram is filled with these super cool vhs-tape recorded skate videos (u know)

lots crackhead 3am visits (starring anakin, rex, kenobi and barris) to a gas station to get slushies and grind the shit out of the curb connecting the store to the parking lot

trying to teach anakin how to skateboard but he just can’t figure it out? uh yes

“try to balance skyguy!” “HOW DO I MOVE? DO I SCOOT? SNIPS THIS ISN’T FUNNY AND I WANT TO GET OFF – GUYS, STOP LAUGHING!”

okay okay okay i’m done

for now

anyway, her style???? is so???? fucking????? cool!!!!!

her genetics gave her a 80% of having vitiligo, so it really wasn’t a surprise when patches of her skin got lighter, but it still freaked her out a little bit.

basically, went like this: “DAD, I’M TURNING WHITE!” “???? oh my gosh ‘soka, no.”

she has long braided dreadlocks she dyed a super bright orange with various colored beads woven into them with the help of anakin and padme. she usually styles them into little space buns atop her head.

her entire clothing wardrobe consists of fishnets, neon bomber jackets, at least 11 bisexual beanies™, handmade patchy jeans, white tank tops, and light-up platform shoes.

she doesn’t give two flying fucks about the dress code, and – IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MOST BUSY HALLWAY - punched principal sidious over whether or not she “could wear shorts that short” (anakin may or may not have cheered when she broke his nose).

the fetts (chuck have mercy)

*cracks le knuckles* i’ve put it off long enough

we have: fox (24), wolffe (19), cody (17), rex (17), echo (16), fives (16), boil (15), waxer (14), hardcase (13), jesse (12), longshot (8), kix (6), tup (3), gree (2) and boba (9mo)

wolffe is off at college - fox already graduated and moved out, that cheeky little fucking shit - but both still keep in good contact with the fam, and it’s a constant clamor between eleven of the siblings of who gets to talk to them first

fox majored in government/politics, bly is majoring in space/astronomy, and wolffe is majoring in police/law enforcement shit (i don’t know how college works, so sue me)

cody and rex are juniors, and despite their similar looks, the amount of schoolwork each of them completes drastically varies

cody is the honor roll student, valedictorian, whatever you want to call it

rex kinda just either does the work really well or 9/10 times gets distracted by anakin or ahsoka sending him some nice spicy memes

cody tried to tutor rex but it ended up almost landing tup in the hospital

“that’s really simple, actually. if you – vod? rex, are you okay? what are you oH NO TUP DON’T PUT THAT IN YOUR MOUTH-”

fetts on the varsity football team is like a right of passage in the family

right now, only the juniors of the fett family are on the team, but the coach has eyes on fives and echo for next years team

SPEAKING OF

echo, fives and boil are the infamous sophomore trio that pulled the milk bucket prank on the gym teacher, pong krell.

they had to help the janitor (99) clean up afterwards, but they genuinely enjoyed 99’s company, because he’s rad as shit and knows all the secret school passageways.

to be honest, not one person (except maybe sidious) was complaining

that motherfucker makes everyone run like eight laps during gym class

even mr. windu gives them a small smile in the hallways after that

boil says he was blackmailed into it

waxer is a freshman (the poor dude, i’m so sorry), and he always looks out for the nervous freshies

if someone is having a bad day, he’ll give them a lollipop (he carries around a whole bag), a place to sit during lunch, and a shoulder to cry on

all you need to do to find waxer is to locate this long ass line of children

the school counselor, plo koon, sometimes brings his niece numa into school during the day because he can’t find a babysitter, and waxer. fucking. loves. her. PERIOD.

w+n pull these tiny little pranks on teachers, and the staff pretends not to notice, but numa always giggles and gives them away.

boil has a soft spot for numa too, and sneaks her rice krispies.

bonus shit i want to add in but can’t figure out where to put it (or i’m just gonna add it on and shit)

plo koon adopted anakin after his mother died (him and anakin’s mother were good friends), and found ahsoka on the side of the street, shivering like a maniac.

he doesn’t know where ahsoka came from, but he loves her so gOD DAMN MUCH.

he’s the school counselor, and still keeps in touch with a lot of students even after the graduated (he thinks that majoring in law enforcement/police is a bit dangerous for wolffe but he still supports his unofficial but basically son 100%)

yoda is the super old but radically rad english teacher.

his entire point of existence in my mind fic is to troll the shit out of palpatine.

a recent conversation starring yoda and palps: “did you give the students the mountain of extra work i assigned them?” “for the students, that was?” i’m sorry. my bad, that is.” “this is the seventh time, yoda.”

okay but for real

mace windu violently roots for the school football team.

“BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HIM, CODY! YOU TOO...OTHER CODY!”

“THAT’S A HOLDING! THAT’S A HOLDING!”

“REF IF YOU DON’T COUNT THAT TOUCHDOWN THEN I SWEAR TO SAMUEL L. JACKSON I WILL COME DOWN THERE AND BEAT YOUR SORRY PINSTRIPED ASS!”

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