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oceanisty · 2 days
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You Hated Me, but I'm Crazy for You
Scaramouche x Fem!Reader
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A/N : Okay so, my teacher decided to give a group assignment where we make dramas. I got assigned by my group to make a script for a drama. The script was about two students being academic rivals, they are supposed to be friends in the end but my GOODNESS I just can't unsee the romantic tension between the two characters. It's TOO GOOD to pass so I decided to make this one-shot. ISTG I've never grabbed my laptop to make a fanfiction THIS FAST in my life, I'm literally still in class as we speak.
DISCLAIMER(S) : Academic rivals, enemies to lovers, modern AU, high school AU, both Scaramouche and Reader are 18 years old (junior to senior year in high school), curse words,  angst(?), reader absolutely hates Scaramouche but he is CRAZY for her, this mf is a SIMP for the reader, the reader having VERY strict parents. If it’s ooc I am so sorry. I might make part 2, I don’t know. I feel like this is a little bit too short.
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You didn’t know what happened, you didn’t know how it happened. You had a perfect life, perfect grades, teachers loved you, guaranteed a bright future ahead. Your families are proud, your parents approved you for being the perfect, straight A’s girl they wanted you to be. It was all going very well, but then… he had to show up in your life.
“H-Huh?....” You stared at your report card, terrified. Your rank says “2nd”. You keep opening and closing your report card, asking your friends if you’re not imagining things. You got 2nd…. for the first time in your life.
“Haha… that scared expression on your face, what a sight to see.” That boy walked past your desk, with a proud smirk on his face.
Scaramouche… a boy your age, slightly taller than you, those soft looking indigo hair annoys you, those stupidly beautiful eyes of his keep piercing you through your soul. You hate him, every single atom of his existence. Ever since entering the Akademiya, he keeps bugging you, annoying you to hell. Scoring higher than you by the slightest, he would rub it in your face.
It’s worse when he keeps beating you on reaching the 1st rank every single semester. You became a disappointment for your parents, they keep putting you under pressure. The only time you managed to reach 1st rank was in the first semester of 11th grade. You were so happy, you proudly rubbed it in his face, telling every single one of your friends that you beat him. But of course, your parents’ reaction was nothing other than a disappointing hum.
You stayed up late night after night, studying 24/7 just to beat his ass. Only for him to reach the 1st rank again in the second semester. The smug expression on his face when he looked at you with a mocking grin, you just wanna slap his face in front of everyone right then and there. Once again, your parents are disappointed in you. Putting you in a house arrest, not allowing you to spend your summer out with your friends. Making you stay at home, just study, study, and study.
You feel trapped, you just want to be free. You don’t know why he has to exist, why he has to be in your way. Your life was perfect, you had everything. He doesn’t even look like he’s trying! He just sits there, looking as lazy as a sloth, yet he keeps beating you on every single exam being thrown at you. The only thing you wanted was to survive highschool smoothly. Because once you’re in college, you’re free from your parents.
The pressure got worse in 12th grade, your senior year. The pressure from your parents became worse. Once again, he got 1st rank. As you stare at your report card with a devastated expression, Scaramouche approaches you and leans slightly closer to peek from your shoulder. He let out a chuckle when he saw your scores on your card, you turned your head to look at him with a glare. He just flashes his annoying smirk at you then walks off.
Later that noon, you see him just sitting in the empty classroom. You didn’t even care what he was doing when it’s currently after school hours. You barged into the empty classroom to approach him with anger, you grabbed his collar and pulled him up to your eye level. “You motherfucker! You think you’re better than me?! For my whole life, you’ve been torturing me. What is your fucking problem?!”
Scaramouche just looks up at you with a calm expression, a small smirk appears on his lips. Yet he refuses to say anything, which makes your blood boil even more. “I swear to the Archons above, I will kick your ass one day… you bitch!” He just let out a mocking laugh, a grin appeared on his face. “You’re so pathetic… It’s so easy to rile you up, it’s almost like you’re so obsessed with me, darling~” You had to hold yourself from punching him because of that mocking tone in his voice.
You both stayed at that position for a while, he looked so amused while you look like you would and will kill him. After a few seconds, you threw him back at the seat and just walked away. As much as you wanted to send him to the infirmary, you told yourself that it’s not worth it. What you didn’t know was the fact that Scaramouche’s heart beat faster when left. A blush spread on his cheeks, a hand covering his lower face. “Oh fuck…” He whispered to himself.
If riling you up would mean for him to see you snap at him, he would gladly do it for the rest of his high school year.
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Made by @oceanisty on 27/03/2024. Dividers by benkeibears Navigation Genshin Masterlist
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bordysbae · 10 months
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“don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come.” “mhm sure.” with jack. maybe a college graduation??
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“congratulations, i guess”
jack hughes x reader
ok so i made this at like 2 am? so i deeply apologize if this makes no sense 😭
🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!
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as you walk across the stage, you grab your diploma and look out at the crowd. your parents are cheering, with the hughes family cheering just as loudly next to them. the hughes have always been a second family to you. your mom was best friends with ellen throughout middle and highschool, and she even helped your parents get together, since your father and jim were friends from college.
despite being the only girl in the mix, you also fall into the place of second to youngest. you’re right in between jack and luke, which sucks. you’ve always been closest with jack though, you guys used to be best friends. until you left for college and he left for jersey. as soon as he left for new jersey, he’d stopped putting in as much effort towards the friendship. him ghosting you hurt so badly because you’ve always had a slight thing for him. honestly, everyone always thought you two were bound to get married, but that’s until the friendship burnt out.
seeing jack clapping for you in the crowd makes you smile even harder. eventually the ceremony comes to an end, and as you say goodbye to your friends, you spot the two families waiting for you. you hurrying over as fast as you can and embrace luke in a big hug first.
“congrats y/n/n! i cant believe you graduated already!” luke says, swaying you both side to side. “oh thank you lukey! i’ve missed you!” you exclaim as you release the hug. you then make your way over to quinn, who greets you with another tight hug. “congrats kid, we’re all proud of you,” quinn smiles down at you. “thank you quinny. im glad you could make it,” you smile.
you then hug your parents, jim, ellen, and lastly jack. his arms loosely wrap around your body, and his hug is nowhere near the same as anyone else’s. it’s both awkward and weak, it honestly pains your heart, but you’re glad he showed up anyways.
“congratulations, i guess,” he slightly teases, trying to ease the awkwardness. it’s been nearly a year since you last saw jack, and even then there was still awkward tension between you both.
“thanks for coming, jack. i’m glad you came all the way up here from new jersey,” you smile, fidgeting with the ends of your gown sleeves.
“don’t feel special that i’m here, my mom made me come,” he rolls his eyes swimming jokingly.
“mhm sure jacky,” you chuckle, but immediately realize the slip up you’d just had. that nickname lingered from seventh grade till your senior year of highschool, and it’s been years since you’ve said it. it’s easy to tell that you’re both a little shocked at hearing the nickname again, but his tense muscles loosen a little, “no but seriously, i’m proud of you y/n. and i’m sorry for everything.”
“it’s alright jack, seriously. we’ve both been so busy, and we live no where near each other. we were bond to fall out a little bit, but never again, okay?”
“never ever,” he smiles, sticking out his pinky for your guys’ pinky promise that you used to do as children. your pinkies interlock, and you kiss your thumbs as part of the tradition. jack pulls you into a tighter hug this time, and it feels more natural. as your arms are wrapped around his built body, he whispers something in your ear you’ve never expected to hear. “i love you, y/n. as more than a best friend. and i’m so so proud of you.”
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jackchampiongf13 · 5 months
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Come Back… Be Here
Jack!Championx!reader
Warnings: Angst but a happy ending, swearing, kissing, let me know if I missed anything!
A/n: I’m not super proud of this but I need to post something. Also I am sorry that I haven’t posted anything! And a big thank you to all the love on my first post. Also lots of Taylor Swift references in this hehe😛(I didn’t proof read it too so I hope it’s all good)
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This is when the feeling sinks in. You realize that this is happening. He’s breaking up with you?
“Y/n” he gets out barely because of the tears that were clogging his voice up. “I love you. I will always love you. I just am so busy and you deserve better than me. Way better then me.”
You look at him with disgust. It’s 4am and he’s saying it in a simple way. “I really told myself ‘don’t get attached’ what the fuck Jack” you couldn’t help but be mad. You don’t blame him though. Your mad at yourself.
“This is all my fault is it not?” You say looking down. “No it’s not, don’t blame yourself Y/n. I love you but with me now going on press tour and doing interviews we won’t have time for each other. You’re already super busy with senior year of Highschool and so am I, even if I am homeschooled, I still have to do all of that then go and talk about avatar to a whole bunch of strangers!”
“Jack, it’s okay! Take me with you” You plead trying to reach for his arm.
“No.. your not getting it.” He says pulling away from your reach.
“What am I not getting?” You just want him to hold you and never let go.
”This isn’t fair to the both of us. It will just add more pressure and stress to everything. Go to college and get your degree. You’ll meet someone better and marry them like you’ve always wanted.” It hurts him to say this.
“I don’t want anyone else I want you. Just you.” Pleading for the last time. You finally meet his eyes as you try to embrace him for a hug. He take your arm and rubs it for a second. “I will always love you.” He says as he gives a peck on your forehead.
You watch him walk away. Your jaw is dropped. How could he do that? And at 4 in the morning? A/n: Jesus Jack we just wanted to sleep🙄
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It’s been 6 months since the breakup. It took you awhile to be happy again, but it happened. Well for the most part. You had just graduated high school, it was now July. Even after the breakup, you were still his biggest supporter. Even if you never talk to him anymore, you still stalked his Instagram and TikTok.
He was in New York today. And so were you with your whole friend group to celebrate graduation. He had posted on insta. “Oh god, Betty!” You scream.
“Are you okay!?” She runs out of the hotel bathroom. “He’s here. In New York.” You smile a bit.
“No Y/n. Not again.” She snatched your phone to look at the post. “Holy shit isn’t the hotel he’s staying at just right down the road?” She questions herself. Your eyes widen. “Wha-“ you try to continue talking but get cut off by her horrible sheirk. “Shit Y/n he swiped up on your story.”
“Give me back my phone!” You take it and half swipe the chat. Jack: Hey! That’s so funny you’re here too! I’m right down the street maybe we should go get coffee? I mean if you’re ok with that. I miss talking to you.
You smile to yourself. “He misses talking to me…” you say with a hopeful tone. “No Y/n! Not again!” She takes the phone but it’s too late. You: Hey Jack! Of course I would love to go get coffee with you and catch up!
“Oh no no no. I’m deleting it” Betty says. “Support my decision Betty. Just go hang out with James today!” You say rolling your eyes and snatching the phone once more. “Fine this is me supporting you” She smiles and give you a peck on the cheek. “Text me if you need me! Love ya!” She says as she begins to walk out to her boyfriends room.
“Yup” you sigh as she close the hotel room door. Was this a bad idea? We’re just friends that’s it! You jump out of bed and put on the cutest outfit you could find. Which ended up being a blue crop top that brought out your eyes and black leggings. This was a basic outfit but it was pretty crappy out and you just felt good in it.
You text him letting him know that you’re free whenever. He texts back immediately. Jack: uh I can rn if that’s good
you: duh that’s fine lmao
Jack: want me to come over to your hotel and we can walk together?
you: sure! My hotel room is ts13 at the eras hotel!
Jack: Be there in 10
“Shit. I have to do my hair and makeup.” You say out loud You: can you maybe give me 20
Jack: lol gotta do your makeup I assume
you: you know me all too well
Jack: Taylor reference?
You: Duhhh
Jack: ok go get ready for me
get ready for him? Damn instant butterflies.
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You finished your makeup and had one more section on curling your hair when you hear a knock. You run to the door and see him.
“Hey gorgeous!” You can’t help but say as he looks down and blushes. This is what always happened when you said that. He didn’t wanna show you he liked that nickname but you knew.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming, but instead of getting coffee together I just went and got your usual. I hope that’s ok.” He looks back up at you as you notice he looks you up and down. You blush at the thought of him remembering your favorite order
“Thats totally fine! Come on in” You say in a very loud and happy tone. “I need to finish my hair really quickly. Just give me 5” you smile at him. He smiles back with his perfect white teeth smile. You feel butterflies creep on in your stomach. “I can do it for you! Remember that time I did your hair.” He laughs as he recalls the past. “It was a disaster oh my god! I remember that so well!” You shout from the bathroom. He comes in the bathroom to help “I trust you Champion” he just smiles at the nickname and takes the curling iron.
“Ow!” You scream as he burns your neck by accident. “Shit oh god I’m so sorry beautiful” the pain disappears as you focus on him for a second. He used to call you that when you guys dated. It was your favorite nickname. “Are you okay?!” He quickly asks as he turns the water on to put cold icy water on the burn. “Y/n?!” You smile at him. “I missed this a lot Jack. I missed you” he stops trying to put water on your neck and looks deep into your beautiful eyes. “I still love you” he quickly lets out but then covers his mouth. You can’t help but smile. “I still love you too.” You don’t care about the pain in your neck anymore and jump into his arms as you kiss him. “We will make it work this time” you smile to him “I’m not ever gonna let you go” he says into the kiss. “I didn’t want to miss you like this” you laugh after breaking this kiss. “Come back, be here in this kiss” he says again as you laugh knowing it was a Taylor reference.
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doumadono · 2 months
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EMERGENCY REQUEST
So I love your stuff and ofc take your time. Im really sorry to inconvenience you with this request but I'm just very stressed.
I recently moved into a new house with my family and we have been slowly moving things in for months. Apparently the landlord left the door unlocked after he came in to make some final repairs and someone broke in and stole some stuff. Nothing huge, some tools, a toaster oven, drill bits. We didn't think they stole anything else and my family didn't see a reason to make a report till I started looking for one of my boxes I moved previously and it was gone. It had all my cross country stuff in it and I know it's not important to anyone else but CC is my LIFE. I've been running for almost 5 years So all my medals, plaques, times, banners, numbers, memorabilia from courses are gone. And I don't know what anyone would want with any of it. None of it was worth any kind of money but all of it means so much to me emotionally. I SUCKED my first year and it took so much effort to EARN everything. I'm scared they are gonna start melting down my metals or try to pawn them. I know it sounds vain and maybe it is but I was so proud of everything I've accomplished in cross country. I had a mental break down for about 30 mins to an hour and idk what to do. CC helped motivate me to recover from my Annorexia and one of those metals I won right after I got out of the hospital. Im 4'10 (I am a senior in highschool) Im already at a disadvantage considering my legs are half the size of everyone else's. I had to work so hard to be where I am now and all my reward for my work it's just gone because someone was bored? Wanted to make some extra cash?
Do you think If/when you have time you could write MHA comforting someone who's going through this? Maybe Shoji or Amajiki? Or whoever you want and think would fit. Im sorry again I know it's vain to want all of it back but it just meant so much to me.
Shoji & Amajiki with a friend who lost their CC stuff
EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST
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Shoji
Shoji, noticing your distress, approaches quietly, acknowledging the pain without pressing for words.
With his calm demeanor, he approaches the friend, his extra limbs extending to offer a gentle, reassuring touch.
He speaks gently, "I heard what happened. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. Take your time, but if you want to talk, I'm here."
Shoji respects your initial silence, patiently waiting for you to open up when you're ready.
He remarks, "Your achievements in cross country are a part of who you are. Losing them is like losing a piece of yourself, I bet but you still have the memories."
Shoji invites the friend to a quiet spot in the school, away from prying eyes, where they can share their feelings without judgment. "Sometimes, finding solace in silence can be more comforting than words."
Shoji suggests, "Let's work on a plan together. We'll search for your items and, if needed, involve our friends for more support. Even if the physical items are gone, your achievements and the strength you gained through cross country remain."
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Amajiki
Amajiki cautiously approaches, "I heard about what happened. It's okay if you don't want to talk, but I'm here for you."
Amajiki silently sits with you, understanding that words may not be enough to express the depth of your pain.
He softly says, "Your achievements are not just medals. They're a reflection of your strength and resilience. No one can take that away."
Amajiki's gentle demeanor encourages the distressed friend to open up slowly, sharing the pain and memories associated with the lost stuff.
Amajiki softly suggests involving the authorities, realizing the emotional value of the stolen items. "I think it's important to let the authorities know. They might be able to help recover your belongings, and it's okay to ask for help."
Amajiki spends quiet moments with the distressed friend, acknowledging that sometimes, silent companionship speaks louder than words.
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sequencefairy · 10 months
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Hi, I hope this is okay to ask. If not, totally okay! I am recently becoming comfortable with my attraction to women and bisexuality. However, I am also in a relationship with a cis man I care about and love very much. Can I ask about your journey and becoming comfortable with your sexuality within the context of your relationship?
Big question, I love it. Thank you for asking.
So, my partner and I have been together since I was 18, which was well before I really started interrogating my sexuality and what that meant for me. I grew up Catholic, with Conservative-leaning family, especially regarding social issues, so I never really knew there were options other than being straight.
Looking back, I definitely had some very intense friendships with girlfriends in highschool that probably should have clued me in earlier, but I didn't know it was an option and I liked boys just fine, so I figured everyone had girls they wanted to sit really close to and whose hair they wanted to touch, and clearly I enjoyed kissing boys, ergo I was straight.
When my partner and I moved in together in my third year of university, that was when I started to wonder about my sexuality and what being queer meant, especially as someone who was and continues to be in love with a cisgendered dude, and is generally monogamous. I looked at my attraction to women and my attraction to my partner, and looked at our relationship, wondering if I was missing something in it, and wondering if I wanted something he couldn't give me. I worried a lot about whether it was like, the seven year itch, or a quarter life crisis brought on by swapping majors in university and narrowly avoiding a nervous breakdown. I wondered if I was just imagining things, or if I was just being influenced by being around out, proud queer people on the regular as part of being a volunteer at the women's center on campus. I wondered if I should say anything, to anyone, or if I should just keep it to myself forever, suppressing the desires I realised I'd been feeling for such a long time, now. I wondered if my friends would still like me. I wondered if I would have to come out to my family. I wondered if my partner would leave me. I wondered if we would survive this revelation I was having about myself.
It was a scary thing to think about. I could lose someone I loved very much and who I knew loved me, and whose life was entwined with mine. But I also knew that he was a good person, and a kind person - I wouldn't have been with him otherwise, so I had to trust that he would see this not as a threat, but as a deepening of our intimacy and so, in the end, I decided I couldn't keep it to myself. I couldn't go on pretending I was something I wasn't.
It's been a journey, really - I had to come out to myself, and then to the people around me who mattered and who I needed to love all of me and not just the most public bits. I came out to my partner fairly early on, and it was a bit fraught! I was worried he'd not take it well - and initially, to be honest, it was a touchy thing between us! We've grown so much as a couple since then though, that now it's just a part of me that he accepts and celebrates and acknowledges.
I still, many years on, struggle with being queer enough because I'm passably straight, and don't outwardly 'Look Queer:tm:' so people just make assumptions. Even though I'm pretty loudly out online, I'm a little less out in real life. I work in a professional corporate setting, my parents are still Conservative, the community I live in is very rural, etc., which all adds up to not always feeling safe to be out and so I maintain my stealth mode a lot.
But, the crux of it all for me, is that my relationship is queer because I am in it. I am queer regardless of who I am or am not dating. I love my partner, and I intend to keep on loving him until we are old and grey and buried, and my being queer is just a part of me as the person who my partner loves. I fell in love with him before I was out to myself, and maybe, in another life, I'd have met a woman I loved first, or figured it out sooner, or or or - but I don't live those other lives, I live this one, and in it, I love him, and he loves me, and I'm queer, and that's enough.
Welcome to the journey, beloved. It's a lifelong one, and we all do it at our own pace. There's no right or wrong way to be queer, there's only the way you are.
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the-fiction-witch · 1 month
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The Cost of The Crown P2
Media The Queens Gambit
Character Benny Watts (Teenage/ Highschool Benny)
Couple Benny X Reader
Rating Spooky and cute
Part One
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I sat at the table with my plate in front of me, the small amount of food didn't even feel the plate so I made sure to savour every inch of what was on the plate. The silence on the table made me feel I could not chew, could not scrape my plate clean, could not even breathe. The perfect place, faultless silver where, flawless placemat, exquisite table setting, idyllic dining room. I briefly gained enough confidence to look up across the long rectangular table at its other end and sat my father in his suit from the day eating his dinner with his whiskey glass to his left and my mother sat to his right. He looked up from his plate and made eye contact with me for a brief second but I quickly forced my eyes away and began to run my fingers through my hair.
"Out with it princess." He demanded his tone low as he returned his view to his plate, 
"I... I got all A's today Daddy," I spoke up my eyes firmly on my plate,
"Is that... suppose to impress me?" He said pausing as he chewed, and my eye began to twitch.
"Good grades are for girls who get no good glances," My mother spoke up, 
"And..." I began, "I've been hands-on with the prom committee." 
"Now that is good news." He said, "You had me worried... when you were not voted head. But I suppose we have little to worry over." 
I nodded and did my best not to panic as I moved my hands away from my hair even if my bleached hair had snapped off a hundred times in my hand. 
"You need to do your hair," he demanded,
"I- I only bleached my hair last week Daddy..." 
"You. Have. Roots." He glared me down across the table,
"Roots on the head are the Roots to be Socialy dead." Mother said, 
"Fetch me another plate, my queen." He smiled at her handing her his place,
She smiled and took his plate, "Of course my king," she cooed as she rushed off to fill his plate again.
His eyes met mine again, "Princess... these last few weeks are so very critical for you. But I promise your mother and I have every confidence in you." 
"... Are you proud of me?" I forced out as I looked up at him,
"We will be." He said as she returned handing him his plate. 
I stood holding my books in my little pink skirt staring at the poster board, stood in front of my locker as I looked at the sweet blue paper with those four letters. The painted bubbles, seaweed and fishes danced around the word. The three weeks that I counted the very seconds too. 
"You forgot something Cinderella," A voice spoke up, but I knew the voice and I didn't want to speak to him but I couldn't hold back a glare to my left as I saw on the wall the black trench coat and hat of Benny watts, his lips curled into a smile with that stupid excuse for facial hair across his upper lip.
"Oh? my glass slipper?" I snapped but quickly adjusted myself hoping not to let such an outburst slip out again.
"No, your homework," he smirked as he pulled out the white paper from his inner jacket pocket letting it unfold as he held it revealing my now graded Quantum mechanics homework with the bright red A+ across it, I had left it in the classroom on purpose but he was not letting me off so easily. 
"Thank you Mr watts." I forced as I tried to take it but he lifted it seconds before I could take it, 
"You are a little shit."
"Excuse me?" I glared, 
"Look at this top marks in the damn class and he grades like a cock tease." he said before he slipped it with my books between the book and my chest, "You're a fucking Genius, and it's infuriating."
"Pray tell, why is it Infuriating?"
"Becuase you're Gorgeous. Girls shouldn't be Gorgeous and Geniuses." He smirked, "How the hell am I meant to resist you?" 
"I'm not a Genius,"
"You are the only person who even gets Quantum mechanics, your a fucking Genius Y/n."
"If you say so..."
"I do say so. After all, I am a chess prodigy I would know a fellow genius when I see one." 
"Former Prodigy, you have to be a child to be a prodigy."
"See. Genius. Or smart ass. I can't decide Cindi."
"Cindi?"
"Cinderella." He smirked, 
I didn't bother responding just turning my attention back to the poster, 
"Hey... uhhh... Chess club is on tonight? Room 602? We are desperate for players who know what they're doing."
"I can't play chess."
"Really? you understand Quantum mechanics but you can't play chess?" he laughed, "I'll teach you then, a smart girl like you will pick it up no problem."
"No. Thank you Benny... but I need to be home on time."
"Fine." He rolled his eyes as he came and leaned on the locker next to mine with his hands in his pockets, "Who is he then?"
"What?" I asked turning to see him,
"You're prom date? I take it that's who you're fantasizing about as you stare... longingly into the poster." he smirked, "Unless of course... you're standing staring longingly into the prom poster hoping some very handsome gentleman will stumble along and ask you?" He smiled 
I rolled my eyes and looked away from him, 
"Because if it is the latter then, What colour and I wearing and what time do I need to pick you up Cindi?" 
"I have a date." I snapped,
"Yeah me, I thought we just arranged that?"
"No. I am going with Richard Franklin, Obviously."
"Ahh yes the big strong quarterback." he glared, "He asked you with roses and diamonds then?"
"...He hasn't asked me yet."
"So you're not going with him."
"Of course I am."
"...but he hasn't asked you."
"No. he's been busy." I shifted a little, "But our date is set in stone he just hasn't done it all yet."
"Mhm," He smirked, 
"What?"
"Nothing... Nothing..." he chuckled, "But as it stands you have no date?"
"... not fully arranged no." 
"Then how about, If... Richard never gets around to asking, Then you and me?"
I rolled my eyes again and adjusted my books as I turned to him and gave him my prettiest smile, "Benjamin Watts. I would not go to prom with you until you where the last man on earth." I huffed before I marched off home.  
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katiesautisms · 4 months
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Hi I did the writing thing again >:)
This time, it's about Michael Afton reflecting on the bite of '83; I'm pretty proud of this one :]
TW's: child murder, blood
Also this one is just kinda upsetting in general, when I finished this one I felt bummed out for a good while
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Waiting waiting waiting, it feels like I've been waiting here for an eternity in disassociation. The doctors won't even let me see him, only my father was allowed inside. I can hear only the mumbles of the adults and the occasional crying from my brother from out here.
It was supposed to be a prank, just a joke, sure he'd be the butt of it but....I never wanted this. I hope he knows I love him, and that I never meant to hurt him. What older sibling wouldn't want to mess with their younger sibling a little? Who wouldn't want to see them cry? To feel constantly afraid? To see them in a state of ungodly fear?
...I love him, I swear to god I do.
I will admit, I've had some resentment towards him for a while. My father wouldn't let my brother go with him to that restaurant he owns for some reason, so he made me take care of him everyday after school. Taking care of that little...kid was the last thing I wanted to do coming home from the hell that is sophomore year in highschool; so I decided that I wanted to have some fun with him.
He loved that restaurant my dad owns, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, he had so much merchandise from there that his room felt like a museum dedicated to the place. It started when I took a foxy mask he wore for his first Halloween, I'd hide behind a part of the house and jump out to scare him. He'd cry every time, it was a little scary how I kind of enjoyed watching him bawl his eyes out, but my friends assured me it was completey normal. But then he had a birthday, it's today, it was supposed to be a day where he'd be the happiest he's ever been.
Interrupting my train of thought, my father walked out of the room with my little sister. They both sit down on a bench across from me. A painful silence stabbed all of us, occasionally being interrupted with my focus being turned towards my sister fidgeting with whatever she could find, before my heart gets stabbed again as I turn back to staring at my stained shoes.
"Michael..." said my father with a deep, exhausted, slightly angry tone.
I looked up at him, my biggest fear was that he'd say that he was disappointed in me, that I was a mistake, that he hated me.
"...nevermind, forget it." Somehow, the impact of those three, seemingly meaningless words made my fears seem so insignificant.
I went back to disassociating, trying to comprehend all that happened to keep myself from crying.
Me and my friends met up at the restaurant, none of us having the heavenly gift that is hindsight. This time, all four of us jumped out at my brother with different mask, each being a different character. We made fun of him for being afraid...I made fun of him for being afraid. Then I came up with an idea for a prank, the prank.
Two characters, a yellow bunny and a yellow bear, the ladder singing a song while the former played an instrument. I wanted to REALLY scare my brother by putting him up to the bear, right in his mouth.
All four of us carried him by his arms, his weak legs kicking us, not at all disturbing our walk. His screams being drowned out by our laughing. We got to the stage, right in front of the bear. We carried him closer and closer until we shoved his head in the animatronic mouth, its movements were jammed. Me and my friends were all laughing hysterically.
But then the bear bit down. Hard.
There was blood, so much blood. It covered the animatronic's head. My brother then went limp. We weren't laughing anymore. You couldn't even see his head, it was all red.
I stood there. Paralyzed, in what I thought at the time was fear, but it's only now I realize it was guilt. I was sorry. I am so, so sorry Evan.
People all around the restaurant were screaming at the sight, my family rushed to emergency room at the closest hospital we could find. Where I am right now.
I glance at my father again, rubbing both of his eyes with one hand while the other held his glasses. My sister hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shirt.
I can hear the heartbeat monitor they've hooked up to my brother.
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
The sound almost brings me to tears. I can't bare what I've done.
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
He's only nine years old, he just wanted to have a fun birthday party with his favorite characters. Trying to forget how a few days prior he was made fun of by every kid on the block for being a crybaby. That was my fault...
"Beep. Beep. Beep."
I start to tear up, which quickly turned into soft crying. I'm so sorry Evan, I know I'm a piece of shit brother, I know you deserve so much better, I know you're in so much pain.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep."
BONUS:
Where... where am I?!
Why can't I see? It's so dark here.
Why can't I breath? What happened? I remember being really hurt and really scared for a few seconds, and then I wasn't hurt or scared anymore.
DAD?! ELIZABETH?! MICHAEL?! Why can't I scream??
I can hear though, I hear people talking about how someone was hurt, something about calling an ambulance. I don't know what's happening, but I hope whoever was hurt gets to feel better.
I can't move, I feel like there's something really heavy on my chest. Where's my dad? I want to go home....
...why can't I cry?
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crystalcanis · 3 months
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Teaser for 2024!! Chapter 1 might have ended but the horrors continue.
Where to read my comic! LINK (coming to tumblr sometime this year hopefully)
I'm going to put some personal thoughts regarding chapter 1 below, it's there if you want context on how I see this story, but it can be ignored if you don't want to read a wall of text! I hope the teaser looks nice and spikes interest! I think this next chapter is going to be a fun one.
Arc 1 Chapter 1 was written when I was still in highschool, I have graduated college by now :' ) So needless to say, I am very excited to be jumping into the second arc of this story and be done and over with the stuff my teenage self wrote. 
I scripted Arc 2 Chapter 2 relatively recently (almost done scripting Arc 2 Chapter 3 too), so it has my current writing style and pacing! I'm really proud of it personally, I think its fun but I guess there is that underlying fear of people maybe not liking my current approach to the characters. Specially because I know this comic seems to be the favorite amongst my current two because of how long it's been around! Even if I made little edits on the way, Chapter 1 was basically the same script my teenage self wrote... I had to follow the planned pacing and events, and oh gosh there are so many scenes I would write differently (all the ones before we meet Noriel, basically.)
My biggest personal complain with chapter 1 is that I don't think I was clear enough with the theme of the story nor did I give it much justice : ( and that in part goes with my younger self just, not having enough experience writing heavier topics at the time. This story is based on my personal experiences with xenophobia, it's about xenophobia, back when I scripted chapter 1 I knew how it FELT like, but now as an adult I have been able to go deeper and analize why I feel that way, why people treat me the way they do, and much more that I plan to properly explore going forward. This doesn't mean that other people connecting with this story through other forms of bigotry like racism, transphobia, homophobia etc is wrong, though! I have seen your explanations for why and it's sooo so fair, I don't mind this story reasonating with how general bigotry feels like at all, intersectionality is a thing for a reason. But I wish to explore xenophobia as it was intended :]! It's personal to me. And the world of Ales is so HUGE! Chapter 1 did not give the worldbuilding justice either! There is so much to explore and I'm excited! I can't believe my younger self wanted to end the story here, man. Insane.
The only thing that's closest to my current writing style in chapter 1 is actually the flashback with Noriel and Kana we saw this year! That wasn't part of the original script, and I added it in preemptively, knowing I would need it for context in the new chapters but that I wouldnt have space for it later, it needed to happen Now or never. So I guess that's a good reference for what to expect! But fear not, just because chapter 2 and onward is technically an updated approach to things, that doesn't mean what happened in chapter 1 wont affect anything! Quite the contrary oh boy! What happened in chapter 1 is a big catalyst for so many things that happen in this story, and why Noriel and Kana act the way they do. I think it's going to be great and I can't wait to share it, I just hope other people like it as much as I do!
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jinx-blackout-84 · 4 months
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My highschool quote book:
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"Violence is never the answer.... unless it is" (said with a mischievous look)
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"I won't give you a 100 on assignment you didn't do"
"Not even for my birthday?"
".....it's not your birthday"
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"I'm going to lick your shoulder" -girl 1
"DO NOT LICK MY SHOULDER" -girl 2
"Then cover it up, whore." -girl 1
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"Here's the thing, if someone licks your shoulder because you don't have it covered, that's on you," - math teacher
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"Okay but the submissionn didn't work and the document got deleted. I did the assignment, I swear!"
"What was the passage you had to read with the questions about, then?"
".....I prefer not to answer"
"Yeah. Sit down."
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"You guys are great. Not because youre a good class, I hate this class, but because you all turned in your presentations, and I didn't expect any of you to do it." -English teacher
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"Hey so the presentation was supposed to be between 3-5 minutes. Yours was 23 seconds." -English teacher
".......well you can't say I wasn't efficient!"
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"Are those drugs or tictacs? If theyre adderall I want one"
"Tictacs."
(At least 6 dissapointed sighs)
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(For refrence they are both straight guys)
"Stop using my phone to take pictures of guy 1, I don't even know him." -Me
"But he's so hottttt....." -guy 2
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"Can I touch your nipples?" -guy 2
"Not in public, babe" -guy 1
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"So I was walking past the makeout hallway"
Guy 2, excitedly, "THERES A MAKEOUT HALLWAY??? TEACHER ME AND GUY 1 NEED TO GO ON A BATHROOM BREAK"
"You need to not fail my class. Do your notes."
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"Guy 2, can you stay over tonight?" -guy 1
"OoOoH do you want to kiss me????"-Guy 2
"No I want to play video games." - guy 1
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"So basically we are making a petition so me and guy 5 can be cheerleaders" -guy 4
"so I'll see you in a skirt?" -guy 6
"yes." -guy 4
"Can I sign this more than once?" -guy 6
(They did not get to be cheerleaders)
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"Okay, so you know the the college fair is today-" -math teacher
(Girl raises hand)
"Can I sleep on the floor instead of attending?" -girl 3
"Are you referring to actual college or just the college fair?" -math teacher
"Both. You never answered my question" -girl 3
"You may not sleep through the college fair." -math teacher
"This is why the school system is failing." -girl 3
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"Penis exploding machine"
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"Project emo"
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"Is it a vape?" -English teacher
"...Its a highlighter" -4 people say at once (it was a pink highlighter)
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"Google search how to kill your entire family?"
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"I feel like the second someone becomes famous they are immediately imbued with the urge to touch children" -Me
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"I wouldn't kill you guys, that's too much work." -English teacher
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"Am I watching a drug deal happen right now? What is happening?" -English teacher
"No I just give him money because he's my friend"
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"Pov: the girlies go on a road trip to cannibalize politicians" - Me
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"I wasnt looking at your boobs because they're sexy, im staring at them because I'm a fucking idiot" - Me
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"As a proud part of the gay." - Me
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"Everybody's parents die at some point, you dont have to be so sad about it" -Me
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"Are you having a boy or an abortion?"
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"I wont make you touch Jeremy's vagina, Guy 7, you don't like those" -Me
(Jeremy is an airpod case. His vagina is the charging port. Guy 7 is gay)
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"Save that for your discord boy" - Me
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"if your nipples are purple, you're not a virgin" - Me
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"I do not condone racism" -Guy 7
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"I encourage realistic thinking, not positive, but realistic" - English teacher
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"School is about doing things you don't like" -English teacher
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"shit down" -English teacher
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"Karate in the English room is a no" -Me
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"He dance battled too hard, the cops went after him" -Guy 7
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"I think, had he not insisted upon gyrating at people, the cops may not have been involved" -Me
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"Note to self: the cops do not appreciate being thrust at or run from" -Me
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"you cant have too many grandpas, don't get greedy, guy 7" -Me
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"I hate this ruler..."(Darkly) "I have to snap it in half"
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soleiltido · 2 months
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hello noemi~ 🦢 12, 37, and 40!
Hi there aya! :•)
what’s some good advice you want to share?
This is a constant reminder, mostly to myself:
To have faith in the people whom you have entrusted to love you. You are not uniquely ugly. Cry a little, cry until you're a snotty mess, let out that ugly cackle, make that poorly timed joke, let your friend laugh at you, snore in your sleep, be the first person to open up, be corny, be a little embarrassing– these aren't things that we must withhold from each other, these are things that only make you more endearing! Tell me, wouldn't you fall in love with your friends for the same? So when you're being a little silly and hopelessly earnest like that, what's there not to fall in love with? Vulnerability is clumsy and love is embarrassing but these are the only things worth anything in life. 🤍☁️
share a secret
I don't know how to write a poem.
I remember it was a mandatory highschool poetry writing competition, where we all had to write one poem each. While everyone in class instantly began to write away, I alone sat there for the next 80 minutes, not knowing what to do with myself. I always believed words would come easy to me. I've won writing awards for my essays, paragraphs and articles, so it shouldn't have been any different, or so I thought, because now, writing a poem was suddenly the most daunting task I had ever been assigned.
I've never written a poem
I don't know how to
I was scolded by my teacher that day for submitting a blank sheet, believing it to be a sign of insincerity and neglect on my part. I didn't blame her; I knew I was being ridiculous.
I told my mom about it later that day, and I remember what she said because her words still ring clearly in my head.
"You are scared of yourself"
That was all she said to me.
any bad habits?
My best friend of 8 years once told me in 10th grade that she didn't know how to be friends with me because I didn't share anything about myself. In another instance, 🍬 also asked me "Why do you carry so much shame?" It was supposed to be rhetorical, and although it was uttered half jokingly, I could tell that the words weighed heavy on his tongue. 
I see myself in Franz Kafka when he says “I am dirty, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness.” I try and try to always appear upright and honourable, so much so, that my faults have become an extension of my masquerade. My flaws are also a performance, as much as my acts of virtuousness are.
I have been tirelessly curating my flaws to be more palatable. Timidness is acceptable because it can be interpreted as modesty, but lust and desire are perverted and despicable– this was how I used to think, subconsciously.
Moreover, I worry about how dangerously thrilling it can be to say that you struggle with perfectionism; What is that if nothing but a proud declaration, artfully portrayed as a shameful confession? It's because it's easier than admitting that you are also perfectly repulsive– just as capable of harboring wrath, envy, bitterness, hypocrisy, and what not.
I only know an ideal version of myself because I am not brave enough to look at myself as I am. I understand that I'm this way this because I am a result of the stifling environment I have been raised in. But everyday I do my best to unlearn shame, and try to forgive myself, the same way I am able to forgive anyone else.
(It took me longer than I'd like to admit just to write this response in specific ^^; I went down a rabbit hole thinking about all these matters in excruciating detail. I've typed and deleted and retyped these paragraphs many times over, and yet even now I am itching to rewrite all of this agh! despite all that, I'm especially glad you sent me this question ❣️❣️)
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cabensonsgirly · 2 years
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Infect me with your poison. (18+)
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Fiona Goode x fem!reader
Word length: Short
Content: 18+, magical restraint, degradation, dirty talk, allusion to strap-on
"Oh of course. No one's greater than you, Fiona," you roll your eyes and pick up a piece of sushi, eating it. “At least you got the spirit.” She says, taking a sip from the vodka before pouring it into her glass. "I was being- You know what, I don't know why I'm bothering." You eat some more then take a sip of your juice.
Fiona lights another cigarette and drops a few olives into her glass. "Great. Silent treatment. Didn't know I was dating a child." You pick what's left of your food up and your drink, heading into the lounge where you sit on the couch and turn the tv on.
“I don’t need to remind you that you’re the child.” She points at the cartoons you’re watching.
"Oh please," you laugh, changing the channel, "I'm not the one who's pissed off at her daughter over something stupid. Nor am I the one who started using the silent treatment while she drinks herself into a stupor."
“I wasn’t giving you the silent treatment, you fool. I didn’t have anything to add to your ridiculous accusations.”
"Oh of course. Of course. Forgive me for wasting your precious time," You smile before returning to finishing my meal.
“Why do you have to be so dramatic? You all act like I’m going to murder Cordelia. We have our differences and she knows this.”
"We both know you would if you could. Especially when you were so focused on staying as the supreme." You put the empty containter on the coffee table, "Plus you always say very hurtful things to her. Why is it so hard for you to be proud of her? Scared she's going to steal the attention from you?"
“She’s the supreme, obviously the attention is on her.” Fiona huffs, “i just love her differently.”
"And you hate it, don't you?" You get up and go over to her, stealing the olives from her drink, "You hate not having people fear you anymore, not having so many people tremble when you enter the room." You put the toothpick back in, "Now the only one to fear in this wicked world is Cordelia."
Fiona laughs, “Cordelia, fearful? Oh please, her entire “I am your supreme-“ is no better than a Highschool theater performance.”
"She gets that from you." You say simply, "If that's no better than a highschool performance, then yours is no better either."
“Good thing no one asked you.” She sips her martini, “you have a problem with anything you can leave.”
"Good thing I don't need anyone's permission to speak." You falter slightly, "You know I don't want to leave, Fiona."
Fiona laughs and looks at you, her eyes twinkling darkly, "Oh but my foolish little girl, it seems you've forgotten who you're talking to." She barely moves her finger and you're flung against the wall, pinned to it by an invisible force. You go to speak but find it impossible to make a sound, your eyes looking at her with fear. Fiona moves closer to you, "Looks like you do need permission to speak, little girl."
Your face flushes and you focus your powers to loosen her hold on you, but it's no use because she's just that much stronger. "I bet you're regretting talking to me that way now, aren't you?" You nod your head slightly, while part of you regretted it, the other part loved when she used her powers against you. She chuckles and moves even closer, her lips almost touching yours, "I can smell you from here, pet. I forgot how much you enjoy my power just as much as I do."
Fiona runs her hand down your body and into your pants, teasing you over your panties, "Is this why you ran your mouth, hm? You wanted me to snap and force your submission?" She leans and whispers by your ear, "Don't think I've forgotten what you told me when you thought I was sleeping. I bet you'll feel so good around my cock, pet."
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fuckinorangecat · 5 months
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I've never seen myself as important until today.
My life so far has always been indepedent, or at least that's how I've always seen it. I've never thought about being important to other people. It's difficult to explain but I truly felt like an absolute failure of a human being today. Every job I've done so far, I've been unimportant. Not in a depressing, pessimistic sort of way, but just replaceable. I worked at dominos for about three weeks when I was 16, after university I worked at a grocery store, then a library assistant. The common denominator being that they are all customer service jobs, hence "replaceable". This extends even outside the work place, with friends and family I've never seriously considered that I was ever important. My friends and family love me but I always think, as long as I'm alive it should be fine; I've never thought any further than that. I've the absolute bare minimum in all aspects of my existence which has, of course, finally bared its fangs towards me in the results of today.
For the past month I've been "tutoring" a student for an English speech contest. For context, I work as a ALT (Assistant Language Teacher) in Japan and one of my responsibilities in a senior highschool includes the coaching of students for their speeches. It was my first time coaching so it's entirely appropriate to say it's unfair to feel like a failure when I've never had any formal training, but that fuck all to shake the feeling I'm currently feeling. My student is the most hardworking individual I've ever seen. Teachers here say many students have the same routine as her which is fine and all, but that absolutely does not take away from her work-ethic. She has been practising earnestly everyday since her speech got accepted. It was slow in the beginning, mainly because I struggled to find my place as a speech coach but it eventually picked up. We would practise every day after school, repeating lines, practising each paragraph, working on the stress of words and intonation and it really did pay off in her performance today. Once time, my student was teary because of the progress she felt she made in one of our practice sessions. It was one of the most rewarding feelings of my life, I was genuinely so happy and proud of her. However, today she contest she did not win anything. Nor did 14 other students but I just don't care about that. She was on the brink of tears today because she was so disappointed, her mum was the same but she pulled through and said "Shall we go to starbucks then"?
I've never felt so powerless and failed in my life. I think part that hurt the most was that even though it was so clear that she wanted to cry, she still did her best to keep herself together. She was needlessly strong until the very end. My coworkers were completely supportive, agreeing with my opinion that she should've at least gotten at least fourth place, emphasising how much they appreciate me for all I've done. That today's result was just the "preference" of the judges. I work in a genuinely friendly environment and yet it still doesn't hurt any less. After today, I truly felt how important I am to these students, how my presence truly carries an impact. I feel even worse because trufully told, I do nothing important during my deskwarming hours whilst my student works on average 12 hours a day, doing their absolute best to make the most out of their time here.
I fucking hate myself.
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hallo-anon · 7 months
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I say this nicely and with love. HOW DARE YOU GET ME HYPERFIXATED ON A BAND AU THAT HAS ALMOST NO CONTENT! again this is not a bad thing. I love the idea -Sune Anon
I DID THIS FOR YOU!!!!
141!College/Band Au Part 3
C/W: one mention of abu$e
Since part 2, I've been working on Alex and Farah, so there here now.
Here are my totally original ideas on how everyone knows each other
Quick note, I am American, so that'll be the system I'll be using. This will also probably be very confusing but this is how my brain works, enjoy!
Gary and Simon have known each other the longest. They met when Simon was 7 and Gary was 9. I haven't figured out the whole story yet, but it's in the making!
Then Simon met Price. Price and Simon’s father were friends. QUICK NOTE, most abu$!ve people are extremely manipulative. Price had no idea what Simon's father was doing. When Simon was 10, his father was investigated and arrested. Price then fostered Simon, going on to adopt him when he was 13. So original, I know.
Now here’s my best at making this chronological…
Going a little back in time, Kyle met Alex in highschool. Kyle was 16 and Alex was 18(Simon would’ve been 12). I don’t know if y’all's schools did this, but we would do collaborative projects with higher grades. During a science collab, Alex and Kyle were paired, and Alex was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to get the only competent student in the class.
In the same highschool is where Ghost, getting his nickname in 9th grade, met Kyle. Ghost was 14 and Kyle was 18. They met in band class, and Kyle took it upon himself to protect the odd freshman who always wears a face mask. Kyle and Roach, getting his nickname in 10th grade, were pretty much bound to meet,  Ghost rarely went anywhere without Roach. Roach was already in the highschool guard, so he knew of Kyle and Kyle knew of him, but this is how they actually met.
When Simon was 16, he was introduced to Nik. A year later, Price and Nik got married. That's how Simon met Laswell, who is actually the dean of the college. Funnily enough, Nik only goes by Nik and not Coach Price or something with his last name. Almost none of the students know their married. In fact Ghost is the only one that knows.
Now we’re moving into college. Sharing a public speaking class, Gaz, getting his nickname sophomore year, met Farah, who goes by Karim. Karim actually has no requirement for the class, but she had dreamed of trying to change to world for the better. Gaz would help Karim in perfecting her English. Kyle then introduced Karim to Alex, who was in an Arabic class. The two now study together, Karim helping Alex with his Arabic, and Alex helping Karim in her English. Shipping potential???
Kyle met Soap, given his name back in 10th grade, in their shared chemistry class. They knew of each other because of band, but here is how they fully met. It’s actually a funny story. Gaz, a criminal justice major, accidentally enrolled in the advanced chemistry class. When he saw a familiar face, he very quickly asked for help. I believe the words “Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, help me.” were said. Now Gaz, Soap, and Roach, being in a medical lab tech program, study chemistry together. Roach and Kyle then start studying biology and forensics together.
Next was Soap and Ghost. Ghost is a psychology major who was forced to take a math class for credits. He’s not really known for his math skills, so Gaz thought it was a good idea to introduce Ghost and Soap to try and help Ghost. It did not work. Ghost was too shy too proud to ask for help. But, it just so happened that Soap needed help in his literature class, and him being much more sociable, asked Ghost for help. Soap invited him to his and Alex’s, being a linguistics major, study group, and by the insistence of Roach, Ghost joined. Ghost never really talked, just sat there quietly and marked important notes and mistakes. This lead to Ghost joining Soap’s math study group with Roach and Karim, an engineering major. That’s how Ghost and Karim met, and they bonded quickly for Ghost standards. Ghost, once again, never really talked much, just listened and took notes.
Ghost and Soap actually became closer through the campus coffee shop. Each would stop by and one time, they synced. Ever since then, Soap would chat with him in the mornings even if Ghost didn't chat back, and sometimes give him one on one tutoring. That's how Soap found out that Ghost was just embarrassed and not an asshole.
Just to make everything clear: 
Ghost is a psychology major totally not to become a therapist to help other not go through what he did all alone and is the youngest(19) and has been in college for 2 years. He graduated early. He only goes by Ghost and barley anyone knows his actual name. He plays percussion, mainly the drums.
Soap is a chemistry major and is the second youngest(21) and is 3 years in. He also graduated early, but he took a gap year. Everyone just knows him as Soap, so he just accepted it. He is the color guard captain.
Roach is enrolled in a med lab tech program and is the same age as Soap(21). He is also in his 3rd year. He prefers Roach rather than Gary, so everyone calls him Roach. He is in the color guard.
Kyle is a criminal justice major and is 23 and has been attending for 3 years. He went to a community college for 2 years first. Kyle is half and half on Gaz, that's why I switch between Gaz and Kyle. He plays the french horn.
Karim is an engineering major and is the second oldest(24) and has been attending for 2 years. She is a transfer student from Urzikstan and had gone to college for 2 years there. Unfortunately, her credits did not transfer. She just goes by Karim. She's in the campus's Track and Field team.
Alex is a linguistics major and is the oldest(25) and is 1 year in. Before he enrolled, he served the US Military for 5 years. He doesn't have a nickname except the obvious ones, like Gimpy, Pegleg, shit like that. He's one the campus basketball team. It took a while for his teammates to trust his ability to play due to his prosthetic leg.
Price is the band director, but he also teaches Arabic, political science, and tutors Russian totally not just to be in Nik's classroom. He goes by Mr. Price, and is a retired veteran. Little head canon, any time he makes a joke, a student always says "Priceless".
Nik coaches the color guard, but he also teaches Russian, aviation and aerodynamics, and aerospace engineering. No one really knows what he did before he started teaching. He's has multiple rumors about what he's done, almost becoming the campus cryptid.
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Niko/Joel
Situation: right before first kiss and sentence: “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”
Heyyy, part 3 of my two part fic- game! I hope you are still there and you'll like this!
Niko/Joel, 24) Right before first kiss 37) You are stuck with me, like it or not.
Words: 1266, angst & fluff
“What's up?”
Joel leaned to the balcony railing and glanced at Niko. He could almost feel how Joel watched him. The look wasn't even worried or concerned, it was just heavy and too observant for Niko's liking. 
Despite his sour mood he tricked the smile on his face before answering. “Nothing much. Nice evening!”
“You are here alone watching the sunset?” Joel asked, as if making sure he had understood correctly why Niko preferred to spend his night outside in the chilly, late August night instead of playing Mario Kart with others. 
“You came here too, so no. Not alone.” Niko grinned back and lifted his beer to Joel, who lifted his left eyebrow before clicking his own can against Niko’s. They lapsed in silence. Lights from inside were lighting the darkening evening, heat from the day before was faintly trying to cling to the air, but it was evident that it would be gone soon. 
Joel shifted in his place and Niko was just waiting for him to open the discussion he had obviously come outside for. He had dodged Joel and others the whole day, seeing the concern and unasked questions in their eyes, but he had not felt like stopping to talk. He could have maybe escaped now too, by saying it is too cold or that he needed another beer or that he had left Rommi alone for too long and had to leave. 
But part of him didn’t want to leave. That part which yearned Joel’s closeness and undivided attention. The part that wanted to take Joel’s hand and never let go again. The part that wanted to fuel further Joel’s passions and craziest ideas and hold him together when yet another setback dropped him from his highest fantasies and dreams. And maybe sometimes let himself curl in Joel’s arms to heal his own wounds and insecurities. And this time that part won the urge to flee. 
“Niko?” Joel had apparently finally gotten bored with the silence Niko thought and hummed him the sign that he was listening. 
“What are you thinking? You have been weird since that email.” 
What was he thinking? Niko locked his gaze to the top of the empty flagpole and watched how the last remnants of the sunlight reflected from it. If he pushed Joel out of his mind, there was only one thought. 
Maybe you should try without the rapper? Rap is not really big at the moment and we could maybe start discussing the deal without it.
Maybe without the rapper.
Without the rapper.
Ditch the rapper.
Ditch Niko.
Niko bit his lip and tipped his head downwards. “What are you thinking about it?”
Joel fixed his position against the rail and leaned more to it. Niko counted Joel’s breaths before he opened his mouth. There were five breath-ins. 
“I think they should go fuck themselves and not tell us what to do.” 
Niko had waited to hear that. Deep inside he even agreed, but one could only take so many hits before starting to believe that him being a rapper meant no place in a band. Hadn’t he seen that already in highschool? Seemed like he didn’t learn the lesson then and was getting a revision of it now. 
“You didn’t answer me. Niko?” 
“Should I drop off? You could make it big without me.” Niko asked quietly. He kept his voice even, almost conversational and was proud of not showing how much the mere thought hurt. 
“I could make other stuff, be part of the crew and make my own music on the side. Be your biggest fan.” He tried to give Joel a playful grin, but the look on Joel’s face made it melt away and instead he found he was trying to swallow the lump in his throat. 
“Fucking no! Niko what the hell, of course you are not going anywhere. We are not letting you. As a matter of fact, if you leave, I will leave too. And I am sure others will follow. You can’t escape us.” Joel’s voice was shocked and almost angry. 
“What if I want to try to make it alone? You’ll sound great without me.” Niko was not even sure what he was hoping for Joel to say. Joel would be right to agree with him and Niko would never forgive himself if he stayed and they would never make it. But also he silently begged Joel to disagree and let him try to make his position in the band work. Only one more chance, Niko would not ask more. 
“With all due respect towards your wishes, but I am not letting you go. If you are not on the stage with me, I will not go there either. We have two singers and a rapper in this band. Period.”
Niko wiped his eyes quickly when he felt slight burning in them and exhaled. Joel had come closer and his shoulder leaned against Niko’s, the warmth and pressure making tears well in Niko’s eyes even more insistently and he tried to blink them away. The job became impossible when Joel came even closer, threw his hand over his shoulders and leaned his forehead to the side of Niko’s head to mumble in his ear. “You hear me? You are part of us, everyone has to fight me first if they want to get rid of you and after me there is Joonas, Olli and Tommi. Only over our dead bodies.” 
Tears rolled down his cheeks now and he was crying for all those times he had not been good enough to get in the band in the first place. And he cried for this one band that had adopted him and he cried because they wanted to still keep him even when they were told to not do so. And he cried a little because Joel smelled so good and had wrapped his arms around him when Niko had turned to hide his face against Joel’s chest. 
“Why?” He asked when most of the tears had been cried into Joel’s hoodie. 
Joel was silent for a long time. The quietness stretched to its limits and Niko waited anxiously for what Joel was about to say. He stepped back a little, to give him a space, but Joel grabbed his arm and looked at his eyes. 
“I…” Joel took a deep breath and started again. “I care for you way too much to watch you walk away. If you do that, I will follow. You are stuck with me, want it or not.” Joel evidently tried to sound like he was joking, but Niko had heard the essential message anyway. His heart started to pound so loudly he wondered if Joel heard it too. And when Joel dropped the hold he still had on his arm and started to walk back inside, Niko realised he had just stood there and said nothing. Quickly he took hold of the back of Joel’s hoodie and prevented him from leaving. 
“Wait, you care about me? Like… like friends or like –” 
Niko sighed in the kiss and held on for dear life. Joel’s lips felt a little dry, there was light stubble scraping against Niko’s chin and the kiss itself was all Niko had hoped it would be. Gentle at first and more demanding when Niko wrapped his arms around Joel’s shoulders and pulled the hair tie away to let the ponytail fall apart. He slid his fingers in Joel’s hair to keep him in place. 
“No, not like friends.” Joel panted against his lips when they broke apart.
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As an alter recently diagnosed osdd1b system I'm starting to dig deeper into what my gender might be because I've never quite been sure and I was wondering if Kyra could share some of her experiences with being a different gender than the body? If not thats ok, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable, thanks for reading this ask anyway.
Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get back to you on this, been in the process of moving so things have been a little hectic. But yeah I can share some things.
*Just a warning there's a dark part, I mark with a trigger warning before and after the passage.
Well I would have to say my gender identity formed in first grade, my parents were pretty lax on gender rules and just let me be myself, but in elementary school I was met with more rigid standards. I saw girls playing and I wanted to join them, no thought to "I am a girl and that's where girls play" just that that was where I felt I belonged. When I got over there though, since the body was male, I was met with disgust as that was the age when boys had cooties. Ian was confused but I was hurt. I was basically told I didn't belong because of how I looked. When Ian went to go play with the boys they also treated me with disdain because I didn't understand their rules either. Elementary school was a rough time for us.
In highschool I was mostly pushed to the back by Jak, though he couldn't rid me entirely. I was able to produce enough feminine energy to have several close friends who were girls (even my best friend) which made me happy because for brief moments out of the day I could feel like something was mine. He enjoyed this because it meant he could talk to more girls, but he hated the way his thoughts went during it. He had a lot of gender confusion as he was very secure in his own identity, except for the series of contradictory thoughts that I produced.
When I finally got my turn to take full control of the body, I was able to explore my own identity and thusly identified as trans. It was hard to reconcile the fact that Jak was an alter so instead I chose to view him as the side of me that was holding me back from being myself. It was probably pretty obvious that wasn't the case considering he stuck around and complained the whole time, but I just wasn't in the right headspace to realize that yet.
[TRIGGER WARNING: Trans violence]
Fast forward a few years and we are mostly aware of ourselves as a system, and still presenting female. I was very cautious and aware of myself while in the city, and felt very proud to be myself. However I got attacked because of it, twice (the second time worse than the first, but in both I was lucky enough to be able to get away) and no longer felt safe.
[END TRIGGER WARNING]
So I decided to stop presenting myself in female attire and go back to the drab male clothes that let me blend back in. During this time I had a lot of turmoil, I felt that I was somehow betraying or abandoning my identity, but I realized I was only gatekeeping myself. My clothes didn't define my identity, and no matter what I was wearing I know who I am. We dress in jeans and a t-shirt, and have a beard so most people on the street will automatically assume male. This used to sadden me, but the people who are close to me, and really know me, recognize me when I am fronting and treat me as I want to be treated; so in the end I found a place to be happy with my gender.
Gender identity is confusing and can be twice as confusing as a system. I used to identify as a transwoman solely because of the AMAB/female identity dynamic, but I have come to realize I actually identify more as a cis woman (because that's what I am in the system) who just happens to be an alter in an AMAB body.
But that's just my own understanding of my own gender, and is just one of many ways people can interpret their own. I definitely encourage you to do your own self-discovery and see what fits you best. Hope this helped!
-Kyra
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acircusfullofdemons · 11 months
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PARAMAY DAY 13 (CREATION)
*inhales* oh boy, here we go…
Claypso was created on January 12, 2018, the day/day after I had seen the movie “The Greatest Showman”. It Unlocked something in my brain because the MOMENT I got home I pulled up Pinterest & started looking for inspo to make a Cool New ~*Self Insert OC*~. I can't really remember my exact thought process (who knows wtf 14yo Luka was on) BUT I do know I specifically made Calypso to represent "me". I would then joke for the next 2ish years on how, despite this, I made Calypso a boy when I identified as a Cis Girl. Idk I just find that fact so funny now that I’m nonbinary. (In the same vein, I also made him confident/proud of his bisexuality when I still had no clue if I was bi or not. We love projecting onto our own ocs/paras <3).
Calypso is the parame I remember actively making, thinking, "this Character is me but runs a circus" (I had just seen The Greatest Showman so inspo was strong there lol). Which is funny, because if you look at Cali, then look at me, I don't think you'd think/realize that?? His personality is very much…the opposite of mine lol. I am not a super cool extrovert that has multiple friend groups and goes on odd adventures. I’m on tumblr participating in a month-long oc challenge. Clearly something went wrong /j.
Uh. I made him at a time when I was questioning if I was Bi or not (I mean i was a freshman/starting highschool. Do any of us know who we truly are then?) so I kinda projected that into him??? In all honesty I feel like he should fall somewhere on the aro spectrum as well, since I'm aro & that's important to me, but I want it to evolve naturally if it at all happens so I won't entertain the idea just yet.
Funny enough, homeboy has always been a homeboy. Er, what I mean by that is, even tho I made him based off of me/representing me, having him be a (cis) male was one of my first decisions for him. At the time I wasn't 100% sure why, maybe I was influenced by the movie, which had Hugh Jackman star/play as PT Barnum, both males. But uh *looks @ nonbinary flag* I think there's a reason why now. Also part of the reason he's so feminine / """girly""" I guess. Tbh I probably projected into him a lot more than I realize (coughdaddyissuescough) but he is my parame & started out as a paraself, so it's fair.
Oh wow I haven’t even gotten into the original version of his story yet. It’s honestly not that different from how it is now, with a few minor differences. Originally, he was just the circus’ ringleader and died trying to save Clairette from a lion attack. The time loop was because he was the son of Persephone and Morpheus (yes..the greek gods…they were a thing in this once) so I think Persephone allowed him to be a Poltergeist?? OH and Macbeth was his half brother which made their relationship kind of sad because Cali genuinely wanted a sibling relationship but Macbeth just wanted him dead (Macbeth is a Reaper and his job is to collect Souls Cali is literally a lost soul do u see the problem here).
The VR stuff was always canon (except for that brief period of time where I got insecure and it wasn’t and everything was just their normal life which made things less confusing but also there was literally no plot lmao). Idk what else to say uhm fun facts: 
His default playlist is a little over 8hrs long and is currently the longest playlist I have on Spotify (that I listen to. My instrumental playlist is a little longer but tbh I rarely touch it).
He used to have gold eyes. They were quickly changed to blue and got shifted into the turquoise they are now! In addition to that, his first design used to have him wearing an actual ringleader outfit. He also used to have black hair, then light purple, and finally the dark purple it is now. In total he’s been through roughly 7-8 redesigns.
Cali is combined with a previous character, Anthony Morningstar. Anthony was inspired by Pride!Roman (an AU of Roman Sanders from the webseries “Sanders Sides”) and is the reason Calypso is now a prince! I scrapped Anthony because I had no idea what to do with his character and felt like him & Cali were too similar to really justify them being different people.
The tarot cards that represent him are “The Magician” and “Page of Wands”.
“A Million Dreams” from The Greatest Showman is his theme song.
....this is all probably Too Much. hm. have the first drawing of Cali I ever did (it is from 2018 😞)
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