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Even Mean Girls Cry // Regina George

Summary: After hooking up with Regina for a year, you finally get to see her vulnerable side after The Plastics reject her at lunch.

Possible warnings: light swearing, bullying, and Regina being Regina

Pairing: Regina George x gender!neutral reader (readers gender literally isn’t mentioned)

A/n: first fic of 2024!! I love Reneé’s Regina so feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts about her

Regina George wasn’t a good person. It was evident ever since the first grade when she told everyone that Peter Howell peed himself after she spilled apple juice on him. So, you did your best to avoid her, and her ever changing minions, every day as you grew up. When you reached high school, Regina’s antics became more frequent and hurtful. By the end of your freshman year, she had at least one embarrassing piece of information on everyone in school, yourself included.

Your streak of successfully avoiding Regina came to an end after winter break during your sophomore year. Ms. Norbury asked you to be Regina’s Intermediate Math tutor since you had the highest grades in your Algebra 2 class. You were hesitant to accept the opportunity considering Regina’s reputation, but you knew tutoring would look great on your college application. You accepted Ms. Norbury’s request and so started your relationship with Regina George.

At first, she sat across from you in the empty cafeteria after school, chomping loudly on her gum and texting a thousand words a minute. Her behavior continued every day that week and by Friday, you’d had enough.

“Regina, stop wasting my time and pay attention.” You finally snapped after she blew an obnoxiously large pink bubble with her gum. Regina’s eyes slowly rose from her phone screen to you.

“What did you just say to me?” Her eyes resting on you instantly made you lose the confidence you just had.

“Oh-I…I meant you should pay attention. I’m trying to teach you, so you don’t fail your next algebra test.” You smiled nervously as Regina’s gaze dug further into you. After a few more moments of intense staring, the blonde let out a scoff.

“You know, you’re actually kind of cute.” Her blue eyes looked you over, this time in a more flirtatious way. You felt like a lamb dangling over a hungry mountain lion.

“Thanks.” You nervously looked away and rubbed the back of your neck in an attempt to get any relief from Regina’s presence.

“So, you agree? You think you’re cute.”

“Umm…I mean, I don’t really know.” Regina’s smile softened and she looked at you as if you were a lost puppy. Without warning, the blonde stood up and made her way to your side of the table. She sat down in the seat beside you and scooted as close as she possibly could, causing your face to warm and your heart to beat faster.

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Y/n?” Regina questioned with her pointer and middle finger dancing on your thigh. Your throat went dry at the mention of the one thing you were embarrassed of. In a school full of hormonal teenagers, you were truly the only one who hadn’t kissed anyone yet. You were kicking yourself for accidentally telling Karen the sensitive information during a bonfire last year.

“You know the answer, Regina.” You said with a defeated exhale. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Regina, instead, you kept your eyes glued to the table. Suddenly, the two fingers that danced on your thigh were placed gently under your chin, forcing you to look at the blonde beside you. Her eyes were kinder, and her smile was still soft, making you feel less embarrassed.

“It’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” You didn’t say anything, instead, you softly smiled and took in Regina’s features. You had never noticed how pretty her eyes were or how full her lips were.

“Do you want to kiss me, Y/n?” Regina’s eyebrows lifted with the question. Without even thinking, you blurted out the answer.

“Yes.” You swore for a moment Regina began to blush as she pushed a few stray hairs away from her face.

“Okay. Close your eyes.”

You did as you were told. For a moment, you were worried it was all just a prank, but when you felt Regina’s lips press against yours, you knew it had to be real. You did your best to reciprocate the kiss, causing Regina to let out a small moan, which caused your stomach to flip about ten times. Suddenly, you felt Regina’s hands find your neck and her perfectly manicured nails rested on the nape of your neck, effectively pulling you in deeper.

The sound of a door slamming shut caused both of you to pull away quickly. You couldn’t help but stare at Regina with a bewildered look, seriously questioning if the kiss happened.

“Wow, you're a pretty good kisser, Nerd.”

“T-Thanks. You’re good too.” You sputtered with the most nervous tone you had ever heard from yourself. The blonde laughed before running her fingers along the edge of her lips to wipe away any smeared lip gloss.

“I know.” The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours before Regina spoke up.

“So, I’ll see you on Monday then.” She quickly stood up and gathered her things as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” You echoed, wiping Regina’s cherry flavored lip gloss off your lips.

“Bye, Nerd.”

“Bye, Regina.”

Almost a full year later and your hookups with Regina were still going strong. In fact, ever since Cady Heron started causing drama between the girls, you had been spending all of eighth period in the back seat of Regina’s Jeep, making out like it was your last moments on earth. Not to mention, secretly hooking up with the queen bee of North Shore gave you a major confidence boost that even Regina noticed. Your relationship had even gone to the next level: texting each other about things that didn’t involve when and where to hookup.

You were sitting in Trigonometry when your phone pinged. You quickly checked it, not wanting to risk Ms. Norbury confiscating it. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see that Regina had texted you.

RG: Sweatpants are the only things that fit me right now

Y/n: So?

RG: So? Jesus Y/n. I can’t wear sweatpants to lunch!

Y/n: Because of the stupid rules YOU made?

RG: They aren’t stupid

Y/n: I’m sure it’ll be fine. The girls will understand

“Y/n, care to share with that class what on your phone is so important that you’re missing out on practice test questions?”

“No. Sorry, Ms. Norbury. It won’t happen again.”

“Good. Now, as I was saying…” You watched Ms. Norbury turn to write something on the board and quickly sent another text to Regina.

Y/n: Just got called out by Norbury for texting you. Hope you’re happy

You went the rest of class without hearing from Regina. In fact, you went most of the day without hearing from her. It was a little weird, but you knew she had a lot going on and it wasn’t like you needed constant communication with each other.

When lunch came around, it was the same old same old. You sat down with some of your other tutor friends and talked about your day. As Daisy Smith talked about her failed attempt to teach Karen about fractions, you saw Regina walk towards The Plastics. True to her word, she wore gray sweatpants that grabbed your, and several others, attention. You didn’t eye Regina for long, not wanting anyone to accuse you of being a creep or being in love with her. You looked down at your lunch only for the room to suddenly go quiet.

“You can’t sit with us!” Gretchen’s voice echoed through the silent room. No one dared to even gasp as Regina fired back.

“Sweatpants are all that fit me right now.” Even though you couldn’t see her face, you could tell Regina was talking through gritted teeth.

“What do you think, Cady?” Gretchen asked, her voice once again echoing through the room.

“Sorry, Regina. Rules are rules.” Seeing the sly look on Cady’s face made you want to march over to her and smash a tray of food in her face. You knew that would lead to a suspension, so you made a mental note to figure out some way to get back at Cady that wouldn’t result in a week off school.

“Fine.”

Regina turned around to see every eye in that room on her. You could tell by the look on her face that for once, she hated the attention. Not a single person in that room moved to make room for Regina as she walked down the aisle.

“Daisy, scoot down.” You quickly nudged the redhead to make room for Regina.

“Regina, you can sit with us.” You offered, eyes slightly full of hope that she would accept the offer and somehow make the situation better.

“I’m not sitting with you losers.” She spat out as she stormed past your table.

“What a bitch.” Glenn Coco scoffed. Your blood boiled at Glenn’s comment, but you knew you had to play it cool to avoid any suspicion.

“Guys, I forgot my math book in Ms. Norbury’s. I’m going to grab it really quick.”

You quickly got up from the table, leaving your tray behind, and stormed off to find Regina. You searched her usual hangout spots, the maintenance room and the girl’s locker room in the gym. When you didn’t find her in either place, you made your way to the only other place she could be, the parking lot.

Sure enough, as you approached her Jeep, you saw Regina sitting in the passenger seat. Even from far away, you could tell she was crying. Cautiously, you approached the car and tapped on her window. The blonde’s head instantly shot up, revealing her red eyes and mascara stained cheeks. You had never seen Regina cry before, and the sight actually shocked you to your core. Without saying a word, you walked over to the driver’s side and climbed in.

“What are you doing?” Regina questioned through sniffles as you put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.

“I’m taking you home.” Your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter when you noticed a picture of Regina, Karen, and Gretchen resting on her dashboard as you drove out of the parking lot.

“I don’t need you to take me home.” Regina tried to use her usual venomous tone, but it came out shaky and pitiful.

“I don’t care if you need me to. I want to take you home. That was fucking ridiculous.”

After a few minutes of silence, you looked over to see tears still rolling down Regina’s face. Based on how her bottom lip was quivering, you knew Regina really needed to cry. You carefully reached your right hand over to Regina and grabbed her hand.

“It’s okay to cry. They tried to humiliate you in front of the whole school. You don’t have to hide it from me.” You squeezed Regina’s hand, which caused her to quickly pull her hand away.

“I am not crying because of those bitches. I’m crying because all I can wear is sweatpants and my mascara is ruined.” That time Regina was able to spit out her usual venom. While her tone would intimidate most people, it let you know Regina was going to be okay.

“Those are still valid reasons to cry.” You said matter-of-factly. You felt Regina’s eyes land on you again, causing you to glance over at her.

“Why are you so nice to me all the time?”

“Because I’m a nice person.” You shrugged, not wanting to give away your true feelings for Regina.

“I think it’s because you like me.”

“And what if I did?” You replied without missing a beat. Once again, you were kicking yourself for not thinking before you spoke.

“I’d have to give you a makeover. I can’t date anyone who dresses like that.”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?”

“Nothing, if you’re going for a grocery store clerk.” You scoffed and acted offended by Regina’s words, which made the blonde crack a smile.

“I do not dress like a grocery store clerk.”

You both chuckled as you pulled up to the George's home. You instantly took note that Mrs. George’s car was missing from the driveway.

“Do you want to come in? My mom isn’t home.” Regina looked at you with hopeful eyes. Not wanting to leave Regina alone after a traumatic event, you decided that it would be a good idea for you to stick around for a little while longer.

“Yeah, I’ll come in for a little bit.”

You turned off the car and let Regina take the lead into her home. The second the front door closed behind you, Regina took your hand and led you up to her room.

“Shoes off and get on the bed.” The blonde commanded.

“Regina, I don’t think we should-”

“Relax, Nerd. I just want you to hold me and tell me I’m pretty.”

You quickly kicked your shoes off and lied down on the right side of the bed. Once you were comfortable, Regina joined you. Within seconds, her head found a comfortable spot on your chest, resting between your jaw and collarbone. Her hand found its way down to your stomach and balled the fabric of your shirt into her hand. After Regina was comfortable, you snaked your arm around her and held her close. You couldn’t help but look down at the blonde with a smile. When she wasn’t ruining people’s lives, Regina was actually kind of sweet.

“Hey, Regina?”

“What, Nerd?”

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Yeah, I know.” You could feel Regina’s smirk against your neck, which only made you fall a little harder for her.

You laid there, holding the blonde like your life depended on it. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder about finally telling Regina how you felt about her. It seemed like a good idea, especially after a hard day, but the thought of losing her stopped you. So, you just let Regina George, the meanest girl in North Shore, sleep on your chest while you held her close.

#Regina George #Regina George x reader #Regina George imagine #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #Renee Rapp #first fic of 2024 #let’s goooo

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sheluvv-gambino · 10 months

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“Huh, you sound British.”

pairings : e-42 miles morales x black fem!reader

summary : Being a new student is already hard, just imagine being British in high school within Brooklyn.

warnings : I put a slash between the difference of American and British words so no one is confused since I’m not actually American myself.

part 2

Switching from an English secondary school to an American high school was not something that you could say you were actually excited for.

But yet here you are sitting in your mothers car listening to ‘Bonfire’ by Childish Gambino, trying not stress over being in a totally new environment.

“Okay, we’ve arrived.” Your mum/mom said rubbing the back of your shoulder.

“I’m gonna go now, I love you.” You sigh.

“I love you too but get your arse out this car so your not late please!”

You laugh whilst unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out of the car walking towards the entrance.

Once you enter your immediately overwhelmed with the amount of loud new accents filtering the air. I mean sure you had been in New York for a few days before being introduced to the school but that doesn’t mean you were used to the variety of accents.

Making your way towards the principals office you ended up lost and having to scout the help of one your new peers.

Looking to your left you spot a fairly handsome guy with two cainrows/cornrows going down his neck, sharp jaw, and very plumed lips.

Damn, guess NYC ain’t that bad after all.

Tapping his shoulder you timidly ask “Sorry to disturb you but do you think your could show me to the principals office.”

He looked you up and down for a good thirty seconds before his focus finally set on your face.

“Huh, you sound British.”

“I mean I am from London.” You deadpan.

“Sure I’ll take you, c’mon.”

He takes off swiftly leaving you trailing behind him.

Once you finally reach the principals office

he stops and looks you dead in the eye tilting his head which ultimately makes you cast your gaze down to the floor.

“I’m Miles but I never caught your name.”

You look up and end up locking eyes.

“I’m Y/N” You smile downward.

“We’ll Y/N ion know much about British people but I hope we can get to know each other a bit more…”

And with that he walked away leaving you at the door of the principal.

Now all you have to is KNOCK.

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Getting halfway through the day was particularly easy except from the bombardment of questions from people you don’t even know.

Asking things about Britain like you were the Queen (R.I.P Queen Lizzy) It was like they had never heard of Google before.

Fortunately a group of girls adopted you into their circle and you were currently sitting with them at lunch.

“So how’s your day been except y’know all the weird questions?” One girl asks with a chuckle.

“We’ll it’s been a bit annoying relearning the stuff I’ve already done which by the way don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you guys do algebra for like a whole year. In England once we finish a topic we move onto the next.” You ramble with a sigh.

“Eh I mean I guess but it’s not anything new for us. Anyways since being here, have you caught your eye on anyone yet?” Another girl answers and questions.

“We’ll there was this one guy but I haven’t spotted him again since he dropped me off at the Principal’s.”

Some girls squeal in excitement at a new potential crush to gossip about.

“He was quite fit actually and he had these two braids going down. He gave a really good conversation on the way their actually.” You finish off going back to your food nonchalantly.

There must be a shift in the air because the table of girls stopped talking until someone pipes up.

“Your not talking ‘bout Miles Morales are you?!” She squeaks with widened eyes.

“We’ll yeah he said his name was Miles but he didn’t give his surname/lastname.”You start to nod.

“No way! Girls have been trying to get with him ever since we got to the school but he’s always cold and quiet around people who aren’t his friends. Girl you are so lucky.” She blurts out.

“We’ll I’m sure he was just being nice, I mean I am new.” You defend.

And with that Miles Morales walks past your table trailing behind his friends he gives a smirk and waves towards you.

Yeah, I guess you are lucky…very lucky!

#across the spiderverse #earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles g morales #prowler miles #spiderverse

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN, KID — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

part of the Midnights Fic List

summary: in which y/n spent her high school years changing herself to become what she thought was Jack’s type, but when they meet again a few years later, she learns that she never needed to change in order for him to like her.

warnings: eating disorder mentioned and lightly described, weed mention/use, alcohol mention/use, light profanity, changing yourself for a guy (yes, that is a warning), this is mostly angst.

notes: one of my most relatable Taylor songs to my favorite guy <3 this was proofread but if you see anything insensitive, please let me know so i can change it. for timeline purposes, i should mention that i wrote this with a summer birthday in mind for y/n.

important: THIS FIC IS NOT ROMANTICIZING ED’S. if you’re struggling with an ED, please know that you can message me any time! i understand the pain and frustration and i will always be there to help in any way possible.

14 YEARS OLD

it was in my freshman year of high school that i noticed i was a bit different than other girls my age. with them having middle school relationships under their belt, and most being in sports rather than chorus like me. i didn’t really think much of it, as boys played no part in my life besides as defacto muses for my songs. but i still felt out of place.

16 YEARS OLD

it was in the summer before my junior year that i met Jack Hughes. a USNTDP hockey player and my first official crush. my family had rented a lake house and the Hughes’ ended up being our neighbors for the summer. My parents quickly befriended Ellen and Jim, and when they realized they had children the same age, all four of them tried for weeks to get Jack and i to hang out. but to no avail, because i was shutting myself in my room for some quiet writing time, and Jack was always busy with his brothers. but when i had slipped away from my parents to go for an evening swim one night, apparently Jack had the same idea. we saw each other at the lake and got to talking, becoming friends pretty quickly after that. it was 2 weeks into the friendship that i realized he made me feel things that my other guy friends didn’t.

when we split up at the end of the summer, we promised to text, but a couple weeks later i was pleasantly surprised when i was called into the school office to show him around. with pretty similar schedules, we were seeing each other in school quite a bit, and from that our friendship only grew. i sat with him and his friends at lunch, he would pick me up for school on the mornings that my car wouldn’t start, and he would even walk me to my classes sometimes.

but because of that, my feelings grew too. i did a full one-eighty, changing my entire personality. i stopped spending my weekends at home, instead opting to attend parties, just in hopes of seeing Jack there. and i found any excuse to talk to him, for even just a minute.

i’m sitting in my room, struggling with my math homework when my phone starts ringing. i peel my eyes away from the worksheet to glance over at it, and my heart flutters when i see Jack’s name, his picture lighting up the screen. i quickly press the answer button, holding the phone up to my ear.

“hey” i say.

“hey! you texted saying you have a question?” his voice is raspy, words coming out slow and slightly slurred, and i can hear Trevor, Alex, and Cole talking in the background. he’s smoking weed.

“uh, yeah. i had a question about the Algebra 2 homework, but i can just ask you tomorrow when you’re in a better state of mind.” i laugh.

“how’d you know?” i can hear his grin through the phone, and it makes me smile.

“call it best friend’s intuition. i’ll let you get back to the guys.” i tell him. we say our goodbyes and i hang up, taking another second to stare at my phone with a goofy smile before i turn back to my math homework.

during the school year, i listened to him talk about each girl he was seeing throughout the year. each of them pretty, skinny, and blonde. and eventually, i wondered if he would like me as more than his annoying best friend, if i looked like those girls. so i would stare in my mirror for hours some nights, pinpointing things i should change about myself. as like most teenage girls, i had always been insecure, wishing to change myself. but now i learned to use Jack as an excuse for it. and from there, things started developing.

i begged my mom for weeks to let me dye my hair, and when she finally caved, i went to the salon and went blonde. but my hair wasn’t the only thing that changed. my eating habits were altered. slowly at first, just cutting out certain foods, and then all at once. i started skipping meals, excusing myself from dinner by saying i had a large lunch, leaving the house quickly in order to avoid breakfast, and only eating at lunch when Jack expressed concern about my lack of food. like now.

“good afternoon, hockey knuckleheads. your favorite person has arrived.” i announce my arrival at the lunch table while dropping my book bag by my seat, interrupting the boys current conversation. they all look at me, quickly saying their hello’s.

“y/n, you’d give me an autograph, right?” Trevor asks, and my face pinches in confusion.

“uh, what?” i ask.

“like, if you knew you were gonna be famous one day. you’d give me an autograph right now, right?” he clarifies.

“ignore him.” Jack laughs, pushing Trevor’s face away from he and i. he turns back to look at me, eyeing the empty tabletop in front of me. his smile drops and he turns to his backpack, pulling out a protein bar. he throws it over on the table in front of me, it landing with a smack, making me flinch.

“eat.” he tells me. my eyes bounce between the snack and him, studying his serious expression.

“i’m fine, Jack. i ate a big breakfast this morning, so i’m not hungry. keep this for when you need it at practice.” i tell him, sliding the snack back towards him. but of course my stomach speaks volumes, deciding right then to grumble loudly. Jack raises an eyebrow at me and slides the bar back over to me. i sigh, opening it up and taking a bite. he smiles at the sight, and it makes my heart skip a beat.

“good girl.”

17 YEARS OLD

it’s the end of senior year now, and i’ve gotten no closer to dating Jack than i was before. i’ve spent countless nights alone in my room, writing songs about him and crying over snapchat stories of him with other girls.

it’s another friday night, and that means another party in hopes of Jack seeing me dressed up. this time, my own party. with my parents out of town for the weekend, i took the chance to throw a party, inviting what felt like my entire grade in a mass text.

i walk around the house, my blonde hair curled and in a half-up-half-down do. i’m decked out in a tight fit black mini dress with black ballet flats to match, and i did a full glam makeup look. i scan the living room for Jack, but when i finally find him, i immediately feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes.

he’s sat on the couch, a pretty blonde draped across his lap, whispering in his ear as he nods, his arm wrapped around her waist to keep her steady, and a grin on his face. our friends were sat around him, some having their own discussions, and some singing along to the music playing on the surround sound speakers.

i go to spin back around, fully planning on going upstairs to my room for a quick cry, but before i can fully turn, i lock eyes with Jack. he raises his hand in a wave and beckons me over and i offer a weak smile in return. i look around the party once more and feel something snap inside of me.

i feel so stupid. i’ve spent the last almost two years of my life changing myself to try and get his attention and to have him look at me in a new light. spent almost two years overanalyzing his every move and i let my final two years of high school slip by me. instead of living in the moment and enjoying my rapidly declining time with my friends, i was wondering if Jack had seen my snapchat story, or if he did then why didn’t he slide up? amongst various other things to do with him.

i was done revolving my entire life and every decision i make around a guy who obviously doesn’t like me the way i like him.

21 YEARS OLD

it’s been four years since i started living for myself. in that time, i went to a treatment center for my eating disorder, graduated college, moved to New Jersey for a new job, and made new friends. i haven’t talked to Jack in three of those years. not because i didn’t want to, but because after high school, our friendship fizzled out. he went on to play in the NHL, and i went to college. we both lived busy lives, and it became too much to handle. i still talk to the other guys, Trevor the most, but not nearly as much as i used to.

now i’m sat in a club. it’s a saturday night, and my friend Yaz wanted to go do her favorite hobby. seeing how many men she can get to buy her free drinks. currently, she’s chatting up a cute brunette with an accent out on the dance floor, and i’m sat by myself at the bar. drinking an almost gone shirley temple and wondering why i agreed to go out when i would much rather be snuggled on my couch with a blanket and a movie. i’m debating telling Yaz that i’m gonna leave, when a guy sidles up next to me, taking the seat on my right and throwing me a smile.

“hi, i’m Dawson.” he holds his hand out and i slip mine in it, shaking.

“hi, i’m y/n.” he nods before turning back to a table of guys.

“IT’S HER!” he yells over, and my brows furrow, face pinching in confusion. he turns back to me and smiles again. “sorry. my friend said he thought he knew you, but he didn’t wanna come over and then be wrong.”

it’s at that moment that a shadow encases us, and i glance over my shoulder to see the one person i wasn’t expecting.

“hey!” Jack takes a seat on Dawson’s abandoned chair. i didn’t even notice he had slipped away. “it’s been so long!”

i blink a few times, just taking in the man in front of me. he looks good. like, really good. i wasn’t naive enough to think that the love i held for him had been snuffed out, i’m just comfortable with myself enough now, that i know that changing myself for him won’t do anything except hurt me.

“hey.” i breathe out. “wow. uh, i wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“yeah, i wasn’t really expecting to see you either. what are you doing in New Jersey?” he asks. okay, it’s not like i’m stupid. i knew Jack lived in New Jersey. i just also know it’s a big state and the possibility of us running into each other was slim. but apparently the universe likes to laugh in my face.

“i live here.” i tell him. “i moved here a few months ago, for a job.”

“and you didn’t call me? i thought we were friends!” he jokes, and i stiffen at the word. friends. yeah, that’s all we’ve ever been. “can we go somewhere? to talk?”

i nod and he leads me out of the club. i send a quick text to Yaz that i went outside for a few minutes, and she responds with a thumbs up emoji. Jack and i stop outside the entrance. the club stopped letting people in about half an hour ago, so there’s no line, just us and a bouncer standing about fifteen feet away at the entrance.

“well, you look good! you went back to your natural hair color, i like it. it suits you better than the blonde.” Jack starts off, and his words strike a nerve in my heart. he didn’t like me blonde? i knew it didn’t change anything with how he felt about me, but i didn’t know he disliked it in general.

“you look healthier too. that makes me really happy, y/n. my mom told me a couple years ago that your mom said you got treatment for your…disorder. i’m really proud of you.” my heart breaks a little more at his soft tone, he seems genuine. “i saw you earlier, with your friend. you have the spark in your eye back. i’m really glad you seem happy again. i’m just sorry i didn’t do anything before, to help you with anything you were going through. i was a naive kid, i just thought you’d come to me if you were struggling. but looking back, i realize that i should’ve reached out to help you regardless.”

“Jack, you shouldn’t blame yourself. you were a kid. i was a kid too, i didn’t understand the full extent of what i was doing.” i tell him. tears prick at my eyes and i blink them away.

“can i ask you a question?” he asks.

“of course.” i nod.

“why did you do it? was there a reason? i mean, at the time, it felt like you completely just changed overnight. but maybe it was a gradual thing and i just didn’t realize it back then.” i lose hope in keeping my tears at bay, letting one roll freely down my cheek. “you don’t have to tell me. obviously. it’s your business. i just- i’ve been wondering.”

i take a deep breath, mentally preparing myself to explain.

“i was a naive kid, Jack. i liked a guy and i thought if i changed myself, maybe he would like me too. but it didn’t work, and instead i realized that i was just harming myself by not eating, doing things i hated, going to parties just to try and get his attention. looking back at it now, it was stupid. but back then, it seemed like the best idea i had ever had.”

“you did all that for a guy?” he asks. but his tone isn’t the usual one i get from people when i tell them about my past. it’s not incredulous, or judgmental, or even pitiful. he just sounds, sad. i just nod my head. “well, whoever he was, he wasn’t worth it. if a guy doesn’t like you for you, then he’s an idiot, and he doesn’t deserve you. i’m really glad you see that now. although, i wish you would’ve known it before.”

if only he knew.

“switching the topic.” i say, and he lets out a small breathy chuckle. “how have you been?”

“i’ve been good. just, trying not to get injured on ice, ya know?” i nod along.

“oh yeah, i remember. i still don’t understand why you would put yourself through that barbaric game.” i joke and he laughs. the sound causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach, and it almost feels no time has gone by at all. i still feel like a lovesick teenager.

before either of us can speak again, my drunk friend stumbles out of the club, an arm looped through Dawson’s.

“hey, i thought i’d bring this one back to you. she kinda seems like she might need to sober up some.” Dawson tells me, and i thank him. Yaz lays her head on my shoulder, and Dawson says his goodbye to me and Yaz before slipping back inside.

“who’s this?” Yaz stage whispers, studying Jack who still stands in front of me. Jack and i laugh at her drunken attempt at being quiet.

“this is Jack.” i tell her. “Jack this is my friend, Yaz.”

“Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack.” Yaz repeats, and it’s like i can see the gears turning in her head. “that name sounds so familiar. Jack.”

“hey, wait! isn’t that the name of that guy you told me about? the one you were madly in love with in high school?” she blurts out, and my eyes turn as wide as saucers. i can feel my face heating up. i turn to look at my friend, who apparently has absolutely no filter when she’s had too much to drink. before any of us can say another word, a blue car pulls up and Yaz’s sister, Cara, steps out. “Yay! my ride!”

Yaz stumbles over to her, only stopping to turn and blow me a kiss before letting her sister help her in the car. Cara throws me a smile and a goodnight before getting in herself and driving away. leaving only me and the guy Yaz just exposed my love for.

i turn back to Jack, finding him wide eyed and repeatedly blinking. i open my mouth, but nothing comes out. i’m not sure what to say. but apparently Jack does.

“it was me?” he asks, pointing to his chest. “i was the guy?”

i feel like i might be sick. i never meant for him to know. i thought i would take that secret to my grave. i manage a weak nod, not able to physically speak.

“why- i mean- why did you think you had to do those things to yourself, y/n? i- i’m just— i’m so confused.”

“you had a type.” i shrug. “you dated all these girls, in high school. and they all had the same things in common. blonde, skinny, pretty, outgoing. you liked all those girls romantically so i thought maybe if i was more like them, you would like me like that too.”

“but i did like you like that!” he exclaims. i furrow my brows and my nose scrunches in confusion.

“what?” i whisper.

“i did like you romantically! i just thought i never had a chance with you. so, i busied myself with other girls. why do you think none of them ever lasted long?” he asks.

“i don’t know, i never really thought about that.” my head swarms with all this new information.

“because, they weren’t you.” he pleads. “i tried to forget those feelings for you by dating other girls, girls that before i met you, were my type. but they weren’t you. none of them were you.”

he steps forward, taking my face in his hands.

“i can’t believe you thought you had to change for me. fuck, i’m so stupid. i should’ve just told you i liked you when i first realized my feelings.” he breathes out.

“you can tell me now if you want?” i offer meekly, my head spinning. i want to kiss him. i’ve waited almost six years for this moment, and dear god i want to kiss him. now quite possibly more than ever.

“i love you, y/n.” he whispers. “i’ve loved you since the summer we were sixteen and you tried to push me off the dock into the lake, and i pulled you in with me. i still remember when you popped back up in front of me in the water. my first thought was ‘she’s so beautiful.’”

i inhale a shaky breath before tilting my head up to cover his lips with mine. kissing him with desperation and need. need to not waste another second that i could spend being with him. Jack is frozen for a second before his lips start moving against mine. his hands trail down my body to grip my hips, pulling me towards him. we fit together like a puzzle piece. my own hands grip the hair at the nape of his neck. we pull away from each other, and i look into his eyes.

“i love you too.” i whisper. “if that wasn’t obvious yet.”

“yeah? i don’t know, i think you might need to show me again.” he smirks and leans back down capturing my lips in a kiss once more.

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #midnights fic list #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nj devils #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for not doing my algebra work because the teacher scares me?

i know this sounds a little weird. so i am 14, in 8th grade, and have accelerated algebra that i don’t think i’m ready for. i have a really awful permanent sub that acts a lot like a high school bully imo, being really rude and just generally making me scared of going to school. she assigns a lot of homework unlike the old sub, like about 2 1/2 pages per day, and including projects for english and science, and daily spanish work, i have a lot to do with not too much time to do it.

so i usually do my homework for other classes first, because math is really difficult for me, like to the amount that i don’t know how i’m in algebra right now. so anyways, i didn’t get the chance to do all my homework for math that night, along with notes from classes i had missed from being out of school the day before. she came up to me, and she gave me a like “is this b*ch fr” look when i said i couldnt finish it all. she gave me a zero on the whole assignment that i had done half of, and i felt really anxious and sad. when i came home, my dads asked me about the zeros and i told them what happened (they knew about her being rude to me), and they said i should still do my homework even if i dont like her. i didn’t really talk back, but now i feel rude for not having done some of the work.

also, for some context on her behavior, some things shes done that really felt weird:

makes up stories to justify her being mad at people, ex one kid wanted to work with someone on a partner project, so he moved seats to work with someone, and she yelled at him for moving and said “it’s not the end of the world if you can’t work with your friends, right?” (for context, his seat partner was out that day)

yelled “you know you’re getting a zero on this assignment then, right?” when i told her i had forgotten my notebook with my homework at home

told me to “do something productive for a change” when i was on my chromebook doing i-ready lessons

yelled at some kids in first period for being late to class despite the bell being broken leaving everyone with a 2 minute passing period

just generally feels very unapproachable and makes me feel nauseous when 4th period gets close (my period)

i feel like she might just be being strict because she’s heard we’re a rude class (we were a bit annoying with the old sub), but idk honestly. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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physalian · 24 days

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The Fantasy Language Translation Matrix

Whether you intend to write your own full-blown lexicon with different verb tenses and formal vs informal language, need unique words for spellwork, or just need new names for all your foreign places, behold… the Physalian patented Fantasy Language Translation Matrix.

(I kid. I have no idea if I’m the first to come up with this)

**Disclaimer!** After rolling out your fresh new vocab off the word assembly line, make sure you google it and that it doesn’t already exist and mean something you don’t intend.

Step 1: Pick your Derivative

You can make it sound completely foreign and like total gibberish, but I find it easier for you and other people to read if they have some real-world reference to compare it to, and so they have a clue for which pronunciation rules to rely on. For example: I did not know who René Descartes was my freshman year of high school. His last name was in my algebra book, and I, thinking he was Greek like so many other ancient mathematicians, pronounced his name as if he were Greek “Des-kart-ees.” I got made fun of.

Spare your readers the humiliation.

So say I want a vaguely… Russian/Latin/Italian influence. As opposed to French. Cool. That’s my starting point.

Step 2: Reorder the most common letters from English to your new language

In English, the average use of the standard alphabet by letter in order is this:

Ignore your vowels for a second. I don’t use charts like this on the regular, I use the Wheel of Fortune method and focus on RSTLNE, then go from there. I also want to make sure this isn’t a complete 1:1 ratio so it’s not super obvious I’m just juggling letters around, so I’ll knock out some “duplicate” letters and swap out singular letters for specific sounds.

The goal of this isn’t to stare at two existing language matrices and perfectly match them up, it’s to take the most common sounds and letters in English and make them new, common sounds in your new language, to sound more uniform and like you have a real etymology.

And I end up with this:

This might look a little confusing on how I got from A to Z so the basics:

All my vowels remain in the same place, they just get juggled around so I don’t end up with 8 consonants next to each other and word garbage

My “duplicate” letters are combined so I have more room for the new sounds, like c/k, f/ph/gh, h/wh, s/z. The new sounds then get the spare letters I had left over

Common english suffixes get reduced down so the pattern isn’t as obvious

If you want to include accent marks, this is your chance

I wanted to really emphasize the long “e” and long “i” sounds, so those got extra attention

Step 3: Translating

Oftentimes this is not perfect, or you end up with a word that just doesn’t fit the rest of your new vocabulary, because English is the bastard lovechild of German, Latin, Danish, and French.

I start with English, usually, but if the English word is too short or too long, I translate it first into another language, like Spanish, and go from there. Like “bus” vs “autobus”.

Using your matrix, go one by one. Let’s use a word like “letter”.

English: L-E-T-T-E-R

New: T-A-C-C-A-Z

Step 4: Polishing

So now I have my new word: “Taccaz”

Which is serviceable. I can throw an accent on either A or fiddle with the Z. I can start with “carta” instead and end up with “kizci”. The matrix is just a starting point. It’s designed to streamline the process when I’m otherwise feeling uncreative and in a rush, and it moves very quickly when I need to come up with full phrases and sentences that someone would actually say.

Step 5: Full sentences

This is only if you’re really digging deep and not coming up with the occasional fantasy curse word or new name for your fantasy land/realm/noun etc.

For this you’re going to need lots of tables. I based mine off romance languages because I know Spanish and romance languages make sense. This is where you decide how many pronouns, if any, you’re going to use, how the infinitive changes based on past, present, or future tense, how many nouns the word references, etc.

This is… a lot. Way more than you’d ever need for your manuscript. Ever. But I did it just for my own sake. Does it get long? Yes. Does it get tedious? Yes. The point here is to have little pre-manufactured word bytes you can plug and play with, with as little mental effort as possible so you can save it for the rest of your work.

I also came up with very common words already conjugated, like “to be” so I can just glance and type without having to remember to take “is” and go through the process over and over again.

Which means that I can take an entire sentence and translate it to my new language in about two minutes.

English: The payoff is worth it, this is so satisfying. New, roughly: Nu kioyb ela fyzip ne, iski ela valo nicenbalaev.

Of course, you can keep tinkering until you get something that’s easier on the eyes (I’ve been working with this language for years so I can read it pretty well), but not all languages are smooth and pretty and simple.

To be frank: Most readers will just gloss over this stuff anyway, but it shows that you put in the effort and it enhances the lore and the immersion when you do this. At least in the written medium. You can’t ignore it if this is meant to be in a screenplay.

Is this what a language professor would do or recommend? Probably not, I have no idea. Does it work? Yes. I have a fully functioning grammatical system where any input can give me a legible output.

To make this yourself, just change the order of the letters around, adjust your shortcuts, and come up with your own common sounds for those last two rows. The conjugation matrix is where you can really make it distinct, assuming you are basing yours off a romance language, which you don't have to.

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And there you have it!

Don’t forget to vote in the dialogue poll before it closes!

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kedreeva · 1 year

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Running with the "Steve helps Eddie study for finals" into "Steve quickly discovers that strip-flashcards is not an effective way to get right answers from Eddie" and right into "changing the rules so Eddie has to grab a sharpie and write the right answers down somewhere that he'll remember" and then "I'll remember what part of Steve's skin I wrote this on"

(my inbox is open for ST prompts!)(Previous prompts)

god I remember this discussion lol let's see if I can do it well

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Steve hasn't done a lot of studying in his life. He didn't need to study to cruise through high school with a solid C average, and he had never planned on needing anything higher than that. He aced a few courses just because they didn't require anything from him, so his GPA was always just a little higher.

But he'd met Nancy partway through, most of the way through if he's being honest, and she had taken notes and made cards and highlighted textbooks. She had played little memory games and made little songs about the things she needed to remember. He tried harder, around her, and even had done a little better.

Which is why when Eddie asks for his help, when he needs to pass two more classes in order to make it out, Steve is all too happy to show him.

Except... Eddie isn't Nancy.

His notes are a mess, completely illegible to anyone that isn't Eddie. He doesn't pay attention to the notecards, and Steve finds him asleep over the textbooks almost every time. He can read an entire Dungeons and Dragons manual cover to cover and parrot back everything inside of it, but he cannot get 2 paragraphs into his history book. Songs almost work, except for the fact that Eddie doesn't know the meaning of singing in his head.

But... Eddie isn't Nancy.

When Steve had suggested Nancy remove articles of clothing for wrong answers, she had balked. She had told him no, and she had meant it.

When Steve suggests Eddie remove articles of clothing for wrong answers, Eddie ends up naked in as many notecards as he has articles of clothing, and the only studying that gets done that night is human anatomy. It only goes slightly better the other way around; he manages to get Steve stripped almost as quickly, and the study session ends.

Steve is at a loss.

Steve is at a loss until he sees Eddie doodling a tattoo idea around his own ankle with a permanent marker.

"Hey," he says. Eddie doesn't have ears like a cat, but the way he doesn't look up, the way his attention shifts with just the slightest twitch of his head, reminds Steve of a cat twitching one ear in acknowledgement. "You have that algebra test monday, right?"

Eddie hums confirmation, and then stops drawing and looks at Steve with a warming smile. "You trying to suggest some flash cards again?"

"Something like that," Steve agrees, and holds out his hand. "Can I see that marker?"

Eddie joins him on the bed and passes him the marker without question. Steve uncaps it, tests it against his skin. It's cold, but not unpleasant, and he doesn't have work the next few days while the store finishes renovations. It could work.

He wriggles out of his shirt, and Eddie's eyes light up in anticipation, but Steve holds out a hand to stop him, marker grasped upright in it. Eddie takes it back with a confused look.

"You have to remember formulas, right?"

Eddie groans. "I've been had!"

Steve rolls his eyes. "You haven't been had. You like leaving marks on me, right?"

"Yeah, with my teeth, Steve," Eddie tells him.

Steve shrugs and sprawls back on Eddie's pillows, arms behind his head. "I don't care how you hold the pen," he says with a shit-eating grin. "But I have a feeling you'll remember the formulas a little better if you're picturing where you've written them on me."

Eddie's breath goes soft, his eyes blinking slowly, and Steve smiles fondly because he knows what Eddie looks like when he loses function for a few seconds. Then Eddie is diving for his math textbook, and a moment later Steve finds himself with a lap full of eager boyfriend.

He scribes his homework onto Steve's skin in ink first and lips second, whispering each one. Steve echoes them, and maybe he actually learns something as well because he knows where Eddie will kiss next by the numbers and letters he recites. He fills in Steve's chest and rolls him over to scrawl all over the lean muscles of his back, down past his ass, onto his thighs.

"Cannot believe you're really going to give me a hard-on for math," he whispers into the soft hollow of Steve's knee, a second before he bites Steve for laughing.

He aces the test on Monday.

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somethingusefulfromflorida · 11 months

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I plan to go back to school next fall, so I have a little ovet fourteen months to master all seven subjects. I won't need two full months for algebra 1; cracking open the first chapter, it's all stuff like "here's what a plus sign means" and "variables look like letters, but they really stand for numbers!"

It won't hurt to brush up on factorization, but I think I can bang this one out in a week or two. All the better, because calculus kicked my ass in high school and it's not gonna be any easier now that I'm my own teacher. I passed it once (by the skin of my teeth), but have forgotten almost everything about it in the last decade, so I'll need the extra time to really get it down pat. I have to be able to derive and integrate in my sleep if I'm to stand half a chance at earning an astrophysics major. Astronomy would be slightly easier, but not by much, so I may as well go for gusto. The very first class astrophysics requires is calc 2, so I can't enroll until I'm 100% sure I know calc 1 forwards and backwards. Physics too, but physics and calc feel like two sides of the same coin, so I'll try to work on them at the same time (again, I managed to pull it off once, I'm sure I can do it again).

Chances are these Dummies books will be insufficient for me to grok all this math in one year, so I'll end up buying more textbooks, workbooks, study guides, SAT and AP prep, etc. I had plenty of cram sessions in my first go around at college, but nothing quite like this. This will be a herculean undertaking compared to the easy-A humanities program I coasted through originally. I had no motivation back then, no drive, no goal for "the real world" upon graduating. I went to college because it was expected of me, and I was told I needed it to get a good job. What I wasn't told is that not all majors are created equal; there's not a lot you can do with an English degree besides, well, teaching English. I just hope 14 months is enough time, because I would really prefer not to take another year off; 2024 is the ten year anniversary of when I started college the first time, so it would mean so much more to me if I started again that August rather than put it off until 2025.

I guess it doesn't matter in the end. If I'm not ready, I'm not ready. I can't force myself to start an extremely advanced program before I've mastered the pre-reqs. If I need to start later, so be it. As long as I'm consistently working towards my goal, it shouldn't matter how long it takes.

#my plan #college #math #maths #algebra #algebra 1 #geometry #algebra 2 #trigonometry #precalculus #calculus #physics #calculus 1 #physics 1 #science #astrophysics #astronomy #i got this #2024

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humanaaa · 2 months

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Taggeg by @corrupted-willy and @zapatism ! Thanks for the tags!

1. Are you named after anyone? - nope! My mom had picked a name and one fo my godmothers was like “hey don't you think this name is cool :0?” and my mom was like “yea it's pretty cool” and now u have both of these names. Now about Aretha when I was like 10 I had an OC called Aretha and Iiked that name so now I am Aretha 👍

2. When was the last time you cried? - last week when I was studying linear algebra

3. Do you have kids? - nope

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I don't think I ever Actually played a sport

5. Do you use sarcasm? Not a lot

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone? - the hair!

7. Eye color? Brown!

8. Scary movies or happy endings? - happy endings!

9. Any talents? - I can have dream some very specific dreams

10. Where were you born? - BRASIL NÚMERO 1 🇧🇷🇧🇷

11. Hobbies? - I like to read and to draw and to play games and to watch things and to pet my dogs

12. Any pets? - I have two dogs! Laika and Meg, they are both old ladies

13. Height? - 1.68/1.69 m! I think

14. Favorite school subject? - math!

15. Dream job? - i don not dream of labor ^-^b

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sturnsgirl · 4 months

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More than friends..

⟡C.STURNIOLO ⟡

IN WHICH Chris and Y/n are bestfriends

⟡•STURNSGIRL •⟡

| Y/N'S POV |

"GOD CHRIS, YOU'RE SO FUCKING SELFISH. GET OVER YOURSELF!" I say yelling at Chris.

"ME SELFISH? ALL I'VE DONE IS CARE FOR YOU"

"RIGHT, SO THAT'S WHY YOU WENT OUT, AND KISSED THE GIRL I HATE! 'CAUSE YOU CARE FOR ME?" we shout back and foward

"IT WASNT LIKE THA-"

"OH YEAH SO THEN WHAT WAS IT CHRIS?"

It was silent..

"Exactly." I say biting my inner cheek before running out of their house. I walk out side to see its dark, pouring rain, and thundering that I couldn't hear from all the yelling.

I check my phone *8:57pm* I sigh and walk into the rain in a tube top and sweatpants.

• Flash Back From Earlier Today •

| Y/N'S POV |

Matt and I were walking to our next class that we had together before I realized I had forgot my algebra text book in my locker.

"Oh shit, Matt I need to grab my notebook. You get to class I'll meet you there." I say smiling at Matt and he gives me a reassuring nod before heading off to our class while I walk to my locker which was a few lockers down from Chris', but he rarely needed things from his locker so sometimes he would let me use it to spare extra things.

I walk through the crowded halls being pushed and shoved left and right trying to get to my locker. I finally reach my locker row and just as i turn i see Chris and Aliza full on making out. I dropped the English notebook I was about to switch out to the ground causing a loud bang to the ground, grabbing Chris' attention as well as maybe 40 other people around us.

Chris pulls away from Aliza looking at me with eyes wording 'I fucked up'. and he did, big time.

"Chris?.." I say saddened and hurt but also angry.

"No.. Y/n wai-" He says trailing off as I run away into my class crying.

Now I should have gone to the bathroom but if Aliza came in there god knows what she would do or say to me. plus I needed Matt.

• FLASHBACK- 2 •

| Y/N'S POV |

Back last year our Junior year of high school I was in class with Aliza. Who was the mean girl, and the perfect,pretty captain of the cheer team. She hated me for.. i don't know why, but it seemed like she hated my bond with Chris as because everybody knows she was in love with Chris, but he had zero interest in her.

We were all sitting in English. Me and Chris, and these two other boys Chris was friends with. I was next to Chris as his two friends were sitting in front of us. I was tired, I had gotten maybe an hour of uncomfortable sleep. so I was barely awake laying my head on Chris' shoulder before Aliza, and her friends walk up to us with a bottle of water in her hand.

I lift my head off chris' shoulder to see what she wanted. But before I could even ask what she wanted she opens the water bottle in her hand and splashes it straight in my face causing me to be soaked.

I froze. I didn't know what to do besides cry. I bursted into tears crying as everyone bursts out laughing, and taking photos and videos. I got up out of my seat running out Chris following after me.

I sobbed running before Chris grabbed me by my shoulder turning me around hugging me holding my head.

"Oh love i'm so sorry, its okay just brea-" I cut him off.

"Chris i- why would she do that? she ruined me!" I say sobbing

• END OF FLASHBACKS •

| Y/N'S POV |

And I wasn't over exaggerating because she did. The whole school went on about this for Months!.. now i don't know why, but it did and Aliza did not stop,And ruined who I was at Somerville high.

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I finally got home and about an hour passes and my phone rings.

*CHRISSS 🫀🫂* Is calling- answer//decline?

I for some reason answer the phone.

"Hey idiot, open the door I'm freezing"

I hang up the phone, got out of bed, and opened the door.

"what does your pathetic ass want?" I say rolling my eyes.

"Can I come in please? its -8 degrees" He over exaggerates.

I open the door wider signalling for him to come in. I shut the door and face his guilty eyes.

"What do u want?" I say trying my hardest not to cry.

"Look.. Y/n I'm so sorry for kissing Aliza, but that's not the full story, And just- before you cut me off let me explain. Okay so..."

• FLASHBACK FROM EARLIER TODAY •

I was walking with my friend Nate to class realizing I had left my AirPod's in my Lacross bag which was mainly the only thing I needed in my locker. The rest of it is my best friend Y/n's stuff.

I walk to my locker and open locker door half way before Aliza slams it shut. God this bitch again. I say in my head. Aliza has been obsessed with me since freshman year, and I hate her. Especially after what she did to my sweet girl y/n she is my best friend, and I hate Aliza for what she did to her last year.

"What do you want Aliza." I huff already pissed and annoyed.

"oh why I just thought you looked really good today so I just wanted to give you this." she says and before I get to ask what, she slams her lips onto mine holding my face so I couldn't move. I could have thrown up right there. She kissed me for about 5 seconds until a loud bang. It was Y/n. Shit.

"No Y/n wai-" I trail off as shes already gone. I try to chase after her, but she was already gone. Fuck.

• END OF FLASHBACK •

Y/N'S POV

"So that's what happened Y/n/n I'm so sorry I tried pulling away from her but her hands literally wouldn't budge. I'm so sorry you know I would never do that to you. I love you so much I'm sorry."

I felt terrible for what I said to Chris. Hes not selfish or annoying. He's the best, He's perfect, and I was so wrong for what I did. I didn't even let him explain. I felt terrible.

"No no no Chris don't be sorry I should be sorry for what I said. I didn't mean any of it, and I'm sorry for not letting you explain I'm sorry I love you." I blurt out quick.

"Shh its okay I know you didn't mean it love." he says hugging me tightly before letting go. "So are we good now?" He chuckles.

I nod my head yes before speaking.

"Look at you. you're soaked!" I giggle "Its okay I still have your hoodie, and sweats you gave me" I say grabbing his hand, and going upstairs handing him the clothes.

"You know how you have a drawer of clothes in my room cause you're always over?" He asks

"Yeah.. what about it?"

"We should keep one of those here for me" He says letting out a small laugh.

"I would be the one wearing them" I say chuckling

"Yeah you fucking clothe thief" He says holding up his clothes I gave him

"yeah, yeah, shut up" I say before walking out so he can change.

He get's changed, and tells me I can come in.

"So I get the hint you're staying here?" I ask.

"Yeah, but where are your parents?" He questions

"oh they went on a couples vacation i guess" I say as my black, and white 8 month kitty walks in.

"Hey Luna babyyy" I say picking her up. She was super tiny, and very fragile, but shes adorable.

"Ayeee Lunaaa my fav!" Chris says, carefully grabbing her from my hands while I close my door.

"Hey I wanna watch Riverdale so just watch it with me" I tell Chris as i put Riverdale on.

"AGAIN?" He yells startling me and Luna. "Whoops sorry lil Lun (loon), but haven't we watched this together like 8 times already?!" He asks

"Yeah, and we're about to watch it for the 9th" I say grinning

He chuckles but knows there is no changing my mind. I turn my lights off, and turn on my star light projector, and hop in bed next to Chris, and Luna.

Luna lays by Chris' legs and I lay on his chest. Most people might think it's odd that we are this close, but we have known each other since day one. literally! they were in my hospital room while I was being born. Since our parents are best friends, and they were a year older than me, but still our bond is different and I love it.

Eventually I got tired and fell asleep before I knew it with Riverdale still playing, and Chris playing with my hair.

"Good night love" He whisper's shortly before he also falls asleep.

-Madsssss

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battorlstuff · 3 months

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"The menu"

The menu will be a section where I list the stories and concepts I am working on and a future index for all my stories.

I will accept suggestions and if possible I will try to give priority to the stories of your choice.

1. A Real Dad

The city's dads usually meet once a month to have a drink and talk about life. Everyone seemed to have a belly, more or less big, but there was someone who made them roll their eyes, Carlos. Why did he have a body like that? Carlos's comments didn't help either, but maybe during the next summer trip the other men will help Carlos become a real dad.

2. At the Mercey of the Envy

Matt was willing to become a model, he already had several proposals and with his good looks and statuesque body, no one doubted that he would be a super model, that is until his mother died. Being left in the care of his stepfather and his envious stepbrother was the worst thing that could have happened to Matt.

3. A Cow to Fill and Drain

James shouldn't have bothered the campus nerds, specifically the university's science champions. Well, when the group of nerds gets a million-dollar deal with a dietary supplement company, they make sure James is their test subject.

4. Expanding Kingdoms

A young and attractive prince named Aiden, possessed of a statuesque body, is at the mercy of a king and his son, being reduced to an obese jester.

King Cyrus and his son Danus are extremely obese but control most of the kingdoms, between negotiations at court the gallant prince ends up insulting the king and his son, mocking their weight and fat body. So when the war breaks out and the prince's kingdom falls, the gallant remains in the hands and as a prisoner of the king and his son.

The king leaves the arrogant prince at the mercy of his son Danus, who takes it upon himself to fatten and humiliate him. Danus enjoys watching the hot prince grow fat and lose his wonderful muscles.

5. Extra Credits, Extra Pounds

Logan is both intelligent and attractive, and he went to one of the best high schools in London.

As the son of farmers he has developed an exceptional physique due to all the work on the farm, but his parents did not take kindly to him not wanting to dedicate himself to the fields, he practically had to run away from home. Now he was one of the most popular and handsome guys in the place.

Most of his teachers adore Logan, he is the perfect student, although there may be some who have certain resentment towards the boy. Algebra Professor Harries hates Logan, the boy was not only brilliant but also too attractive.

Professor Harries couldn't help but be consumed by envy, because every time Logan showed off his good body the professor remembered how he tried to look better and exercise at that age. Teacher's pet Ethan also seems jealous, Etahn is a nerd but unlike Logan, Ethan is overweight and basically ugly.

When Logan wins a scholarship to a prestigious university, Ethan is frustrated. Logan is not only attractive but smarter. Maybe his favorite teacher has a plan, between the two of them will blackmail the handsome boy into doing whatever they want, putting his scholarship in the way.

6. Stuffed Deal

Jason has been a bully all his life, when he finished college things seemed to be going great, he had a good job and his body looked better than ever, but when the company where he works declares bankruptcy things get complicated for Jason.

The stud finds a new world online and with his good looks he does not hesitate to make videos and lives, satisfying others for money. However, without knowing it, Jason ends up at the mercy of some guys who have a certain grudge against him.

I will also continue working on Fall of the Jock and maybe another chapter for Rival Treatment 😏

#themenu #gaining weight #ex jock #you got fat #you getting fat #weight gain story #male weight gain fantasy #exjock #fit to fat #gaining fiction

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likeysoob · 2 months

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I’m so blind by likeysoob

Episode 2

And like expected, nothing happened the first week of high school. It’s the weekend, I’m on my bed doing algebra homework since i didn’t want to do it yesterday. Listen, Saturdays is for rest and to relax, I ain’t doing shit. Same with Sunday, i just stay inside the house since i don’t really have any friends.

“Y/n! Don’t forget to choose your clothes for tomorrow!” I heard my mom yelling to me. “Ok!” What should i even wear? I’ve been focusing on fashion lately since i want to look good, not for others but for myself. I go over to my closet to see what there is to wear. The time is 10:30pm, I’m starting to get tired. Eh, I’ll just go to sleep early for once.

Ew, why the fuck are those girl making out. It’s the fucking bathroom! I give them a side eye, like get the fuck out. It’s 2nd block but the teacher was getting on my nerves i had to take a break. Now these people are making it worse. I never been in a relationship, and i don’t plan to be. Plus, i don’t think there’s any lesbians at this school. It’s been 10 minutes I’ve been on this toilet, I’m probably stuck to it….and I think those girls are still here. Whatever, I’m leaving, fuck this.

I step out of the bathroom and see some kids roaming the halls, i guess it’s some project since class doesn’t end anytime soon. What should i even do? It’s kinda pathetic just skipping and not having anything to do. Wow, y/n, skipping on the second week? Why did i even get this id-

My whole body slams into someone hard and i fell down. Shit…why didn’t look where was i going? I look up and see one girl on the ground and another helping her up. I get up as well and see that we bumped at a corner, explains why. “Ugh, look where you’re going?! You got me dirty…” the girl practically screeched at me. “Uh sorry? We both turned a corner so we couldn’t have saw each other-“ the girl cuts me off “does it look like i care? Don’t you know who i am?” The other girl steps in “yeah, you shouldn’t be talking to us like that!” Who the fuck? “Um…ok?” Is all i said. How the fuck do i respond to that bullshit?

The girls continue to make fun of me like…it was just an accident? I didn’t say anything, i mean there’s no point, im not going to waste my time on these two bitches. They soon got tired and left. That one girl i bumped into looked very familiar, shes very pretty ngl. I was just standing there lost in my mind until a staff. came right next to me. “Why aren’t you in class, miss?” Damn it, what do i say… “i was just going to a band meeting but some girl stopped me to ask something” i told the staff, she nodded and we walked our separate ways. Wow, it’s so easy to get away with shit at this school. Who even was that girl? And why is she so special?

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#kpop #kpop gg #kpop writing #kpop story #lesbian #wonyoung x female reader #ive wonyoung #wonyoung x reader #wonyoung

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magnus-falafelking · 2 months

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OOC (fierrochase high school au fic im starting)

FIERROCHASE BAND AU

Chapter 1

Blue Jolly Ranchers Rock

“Come on, Magnus, it won’t be that bad. It’s just a school.”

“I was homeschooled my whole life, Annabeth. This is bad.” I crossed my arms.

Annabeth Chase smiled serenely, “I promise you it’s not. You’ll make new friends and stuff.”

“I thought you were gonna introduce me to your friends,” I raised an eyebrow.

“I am,” Annabeth hesitated, “But you should make other friends as well.”

“Hmph,” Was all I said to this. What I really wanted to do was ask Annabeth if she was embarrassed by her weird cousin with chin-length unkempt blonde hair. Oh right, I reminded myself, that’s me. I looked up at the big bricked building. I definitely did not want to be here. After my mom, Natalie Chase died, I went to live with my cousin Annabeth, her father, and step-family.

I was thankful for them of course, but I always hated the pitied looks from my relatives.

My mom was dead and that was that. End of discussion. Don’t feel sorry. It’s fine.

“Come on, Mags, we gotta get to the front office to get your schedule and meet your guide,” Annabeth said, starting up the sidewalk to the front door.

Her words sent panic flowing through my system.

“Wait, what guide?” I asked, stopping my cousin by grabbing her arm.

Annabeth sighed and yanked away from me gently, “I forgot to tell you, I’m not gonna be showing you around the place. I can’t, I’ve got an algebra test first period!” Annabeth looked at me with, sorry Magnus, work always comes first because I'm such a nerd, but you’ll survive!! still sorry though! grey eyes. Grey eyes were pretty much a Chase family trademark. Mine were the same shade.

“It’s fine,” I muttered. And maybe it was. Maybe the guide would be totally cool. I’d be friends with them and I would have a not-so-horrible first day. Or maybe the guide would be a total jerk and I would have a miserable day.

It was a 50-50 chance.

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to take the chance.

Annabeth swung the door open and I saw an old lady secretary sitting behind a computer, typing away.

The lady smiled when she saw Annabeth, “Good morning, Ms. Chase,” she said to her.

“Morning, Mrs. Davidson!” Annabeth said and then whispered to me, “Get on her good side. She’s got a whole jar of blue jolly ranchers on her desk.”

“Uh,” I started my sentence in a very cool, impressive way, “Morning,” I said to the old lady.

“You must be Magnus Chase, our new student,” Mrs. Davidson glanced at me once before pulling open the desk drawer and pulling out a slip of paper—my schedule.

“Here you go,” she handed me the paper and peered at me over her glasses, “Welcome to Half Blood High.”

Chapter 2

Samirah Studies me Like I’m Her History Textbook

As a new student, I certainly did not get the fresh pick of classes for my sophomore year.

Biology, Algebra, Geography, English, PE, and Spanish

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, and boring.

And then for my elective, I got…art?

Art. Magnus Chase and art? I was sure the people who arranged this schedule were messing with me.

I would’ve much preferred choir or something. I liked to sing. And I was actually sort of good at it.

I didn’t have anything against art, I just kinda sucked at it.

I guessed I’d have to get over the sucking if I wanted to pass.

My mother, however, was great at art. She’d paint me pictures every birthday, and hang them on my bedroom wall.

By the time I was 13, 13 painted pictures were hanging above my bed.

And now there were none. All the paintings were burned in the fire. Along with Natalie Chase.

I turned to Annabeth.

“Where my guide?” I asked.

“She should be- “

The office door swung open.

A girl with dark olive skin ran in. She wore a green hijab, jeans, a dark purple hoodie, and black sneakers. She wore an exhausted expression.

“Sorry I’m late,” the girl panted, and then her eyes met mine, “You must be Magnus,” She sighed.

“Uh, yeah,” I cleared my throat, “Hey.”

The girl looked at me like she was trying to figure me out.

Good luck! I wanted to tell her. I can’t figure me out myself!

“I’ll be your guide. My name’s Samirah,” she finally said, “But call me Sam.”

“Cool. You can uh, call me Magnus,” I stammered.

Sam laughed, which meant she thought I was funny, or an idiot.

The second option was probably the one.

“Well Magnus,” Sam glanced back up at me, “I guess I should start showing you around.”

After about an hour of a tour from Sam, I got a pretty good idea of the place.

“Any questions?” Sam asked when we returned to the main foyer.

How do I get out of this? But I didn’t actually say that. I asked my brain, which didn’t have an answer. What an unhelpful brain.

“No,” I cleared my throat, “Thanks for uh, showing me around.”

“No problem,” She said, “It’s about to be lunchtime so we should get to the cafeteria,” Sam started down the hall.

“Oh. Yeah, okay,” I followed behind Sam.

I wondered if I’d get to meet Annabeth’s friends. From what I had heard, they were kind of popular at school and were really nice.

I had already met her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, who was super cool and was on the swim team.

But there was also Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Nico, and Will, who were mysteries to me.

I also wondered if they were too cool for me. Which was cringey, but just how I felt. I wondered what Annabeth had told them about me.

And ultimately, if I were to join the group, 9 was an odd number.

Woah. I was kinda jumping the gun.

I hadn’t even meant them yet and I was worrying about being a ninth wheel?

Calm down, Magnus, I told myself.

“Magnus?”

Someone else said my name.

It was Sam, who had stopped walking and turned to face me.

“You okay?” She asked.

“I’m- yeah im good.”

I wondered why she cared. Sam was nice, but she’d only just met me.

Sam considered me, her brown eyes interlocking with my grey ones.

Now, usually if I were to make such serious eye contact with a cute girl, I’d be a complete mess. But Sam looked at me with eyes that were narrow and accusing.

“I’m trying to figure you out, Magnus Chase. This whole time, you’ve barely said anything to me. Are you sure you’re fine?”

I hesitated but quickly nodded. I jumped as the loud bell rang.

A look of realization came over Sam’s face.

“Are you nervous?” She asked.

Embarrassment washed over me.

“Uh, I don’t know,” I said.

“Ok. So you’re nervous. I get it. First day can be hard. But Half Blood High is a relatively open minded and friendly place.”

“Relatively?”

“You just…have to look out for the right people is all,” Sam’s expression softened.

I could tell she was one of the right people.

“Thanks, Sam.”

“Now let’s go to lunch.”

“Annabeth!” I spotted her by her curly blonde hair.

She was walking into the cafeteria with Percy and pretty cocoa haired girl with light brown skin.

Annabeth glanced at me wore a tight smile and gave me a small wave.

I told Sam thanks and bye, and waked up to Annabeth.

“Is this Magnus?” The girl beside Annabeth asked.

Annabeth sighed, “Yep. Piper meet my cousin, Magnus Chase. Magnus, meet my best friend, Piper McLean.”

“Sup,” I said to Piper.

“Sup,” Piper smirked.

“Sup,” Percy added in, giving me a fist bump.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. She grabbed my arm and led me into the cafe, Percy and Piper following right behind.

Annabeth led me to a circle table in the middle of the cafe where 5 other students sat.

She pointed her finger at each of them and told me their names.

The dude Piper sat next to was Jason Grace. He was a tall guy with short, straight blonde hair and glasses. He had a small scar on his upper lip and greeted me with a small smile.

Next to Jason, sat Leo Valdez. He had light brown skin and dark but wide eyes that seemed to have a spark in them.

“Uh uh uh,” Leo interrupted Annabeth, “Not just Leo Valdez. I’m Leo Valdez bad boy supreme.”

Annabeth just sighed.

“If Calypso was here she’d agree!”

Next to Leo was Will Solace, who seemed like a ray of sunshine with his tousled curly blonde hair and cheeks littered with freckles. He smiled at me and waved.

Nico di Angelo leaned against Will’s shoulder. He looked at me with dark calculating eyes. The look wasn’t so much hatred, as it was how Sam looked at me a few minutes ago.

Speaking of Sam, I wondered where she sat. My eyes darted around and saw Sam sitting with a red haired girl, an African American guy, and a muscular guy. They were laughing, joking and smiling and having a good time. They seemed nice.

But I turned back to Annabeth’s friends.

“Okay well that’s everyone. Hazel and Frank aren’t here right now. They’re at a Save Our Strays meeting. Bye now,” Annabeth told me.

Bye?

“I thought I was-“

Annabeth gave him a warning look but with a bit of exasperation.

“Go sit with Sam,” she told me.

A rush of irritation flowed through me.

I went to sit with Sam.

“Oh! Hey there Magnus,” Sam was surprised as I set my lunch bag down.

“Can I sit here?” I asked her.

“Of course,” Sam pulled out the chair for me and then turned to her friends, “This is Magnus Chase.”

“The guy you were showing around? Aka the reason you were absent in calculus this morning and I couldn’t copy off of ya?” The girl with curly red hair asked Sam with a smirk.

“Yep,” Sam replied and then introduced me to all her friends.

The red haired smirking girl was Mallory Keen.

The muscular guy who seemed to be close with Mallory was Halfborn Gunderson. He held up an hand and waved at me.

The African American guy with short girly brown hair and light eyes was T.J.

As I sat down and said hi to them, I noticed an object sticking out of Mallory’s book bag. It looked like a…

“Mallory,” I started, my eyebrows raised, “What’s that?” I asked.

Mallory looked from me to the knife.

“Oops,” she stuffed the knife in a different pocket so that it was hidden, “Silly me.”

Silly me?

“What were you gonna uh, use that for?” I pressed.

“Just a precaution,” Mallory assured me, “Sometimes us girls have to take certain precautions,” And she ended the conversation with a one syllable laugh.

“There’s so many people transferring to Half Blood High,” T.J told me, “First you and now Sam’s…”

“Brother.” Sam finished after a bit of consideration.

I thought about that. Why would Sam attend Half Blood High but her brother is just now transferring?

Sam seemed to read my mind.

“He’s my half brother. He just got out of a…situation and moved here,” Sam shifted uncomfortably.

I nodded. I understood situations very well.

“Anyways,” Sam cleared her throat, “We’ll get to that tomorrow.”

“Where’s your schedule?” T.J then asked, “We should see if you have any classes with us.”

I dug in my somehow already unorganized book sack and pulled out my schedule.

“Cool! We’ve got calculus together!” Mallory pointed at his second period class and glanced at Sam, who was also in that class.

“Thank god,” I muttered.

I really didn’t want to go through 10th grade calculus alone.

“We’ve got PE,” Halfborn noticed.

With his muscles, I would’ve assumed Halfborn was on the football team or something like that. But he wasn’t and that’s fine. That just meant I wouldn’t endure physical torture alone either.

“And we’ve got history together along with Sam and Halfborn,” T.J smiled at me.

“Cool,” I nodded and picked up my schedule.

I ate my sandwich as I watched Mallory and Sam get into a deep conversation about alternative bands.

“You like twenty one pilots?” I asked when she mentioned them.

“Yeah. I also like Weezer and The Killers,” I told her, unscrewing the cap on my Gatorade bottle.

“Me too,” Sam smiled.

“Oh great. Now they’re going to geek out.,” Mallory sighed.

“Now,” Sam looked at me with a glint in her eyes, “Blue Album, Green Album, or Teal Album?”

“Oh, Blue Album all the-“

The bell rang.

We groaned.

“Well, I’ve gotta get to English. You better hurry, Magnus. The art room is upstairs,” Sam informed me.

So I rushed to my class.

Chapter 3

Nico Di Angelo is a Dam Good Artist

“Sorry…I’m…late,” Magnus said between tired breaths.

“It’s only your first day, Chase. I’ll let it slide,

The teacher, Mr Blitz, told him. He was a stout man with dark skin, long dreads and an interesting fashion sense.

I studied the room and I found an empty seat next to one of Annabeth’s friends, Nico di Angelo.

He looked at me with the same dark eyes he had given me at lunch.

I sat down next to him.

It was the only open seat.

“Today, class, you will be continuing the portrait project,” Mr Blitz told them, “For those of you who have just joined us, you will draw a portrait of someone special in your life. Now, get started and get creative!”

I grabbed a sheet of blank sketch paper from off the counter and started to sketch the shape of a head.

Though, I wasn’t sure whatever shape I drew sufficed as a head but it would have to do.

I glanced over at Nico, who was working on two portraits. One was visibly a girl, the other a boy. If there was anything Nico was, it was a dam good artist.

He seemed to have finish the boy before the girl, because I could tell who the boy was— Will Solace.

From their body language at lunch, I wondered if they were together.

“Are you judging my art?” A gritted voice spoke.

I looked up. Nico was glaring at me.

“I- well- um- you see-“ I spluttered.

“I’m kidding,” one side of Nico’s mouth upturned ever so slightly, “I like to joke.”

I couldn’t tell with the way Nico presented himself as dark and brooding. I guess all that “Don’t judge a book by its cover” crap pays off.

“Your portraits are good,” I told Nico, glancing back down at them.

“Thanks. I’m going to give this one to Will,” Nico said, gesturing to the finished product.

Nico had a slight Italian accent that was very prominent when he said his i’s, making “Will” sound like “weel”.

“Is- is Will your…” I left the words hanging, hoping Nico would finish for me. He did.

“My boyfriend,” He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. He is”

Nico seemed the defensive with these words.

I, personally had no problems with information. Boy dates a boy, girl dates a girl. Whatever. It didn’t matter.

But from how uptight Nico seemed about the subject, I assumed he’d gotten judged in the past.

So I said, “That’s cool.”

Nico relaxed. “Yeah. It is.”

As time in the class ticked by, I was busy with my portrait. I decided to make it of my mom. Surprise, surprise.

Nico ended up helping me with the head since I guess I did it wrong or something.

At the end of class when the bell rang and Nico waved bye, I had to wonder, were me and Nico di Angelo now friends?

The rest of the day passed by relatively quick. I had biology, PE, and Spanish in the afternoon.

When the bell rang, I met Annabeth at her car.

I wasn’t that happy with her after lunch, but she was my only ride home.

I slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. Annabeth got in, turned the key, and pulled out of the parking lot.

…

“Are you mad at me?”

“No.”

“Sure, I believe that,” Annabeth’s tone was sarcastic.

“You should,” I told her.

“Is this about what happened at lunch?”

I shrugged.

“Magnus,” Annabeth turned to me when we pulled up at a stoplight, “I was just-“

“Are you embarrassed by me?” I had to ask.

“What? Mags, no. Of course not.”

“Then why'd you push me away from your friends? They're too good for me?”

“No!” Annabeth groaned, “You're taking this out of context. Magnus, I just want you to branch out. Have other friends rather than mine! Is that so bad.”

I shrugged.

“Would you stop that?” Annabeth said, “I'm trying to help you be independent, meanwhile you're stubborn.”

“I just thought you'd be by my side.”

“I'm not holding onto your leash or anything. I'm not your caretaker. For gods sake, I'm not your mom, Magnus!”

I don’t know why, but when Annabeth said this, something inside of me just snapped.

Not snap as in yell at her.

No. I just stayed silent, letting Annabeth’s guilt sink in.

Her face paled, considering her word choice, “Magnus, I-“

I shook my head. Hard. Tears threatened my eyes but I didn’t give in.

I stayed silent the rest of the car ride. So did Annabeth.

Chapter 4

Percy Mourns Over his Car

I woke up at 6 am to get ready for school. I ate breakfast across from my cousin in silence. But I was kinda tired of it.

Don’t get me wrong, I was mad at Annabeth, but I couldn’t stay salty forever.

It just wasn’t possible. Not when Annabeth was as kind and cool as she was.

“Uh,” I cleared my throat, “I heard there’s a dance next week. You taking Percy?”

Annabeth looked up at me with surprised eyes, “Yeah. The whole group’s going.”

I nodded. Personally, dances weren’t my thing. So I’d probably stay home.

“You could, um, tag along,” Annabeth offered.

I smiled. I really did appreciate Annabeth’s offer. And I was about to take it but, as I said, dances weren’t really my thing.

What can I say? I’m a homeschooled kid. Big events freak me out.

Annabeth smiled.

I liked the terms we were on now.

Even if they just covered up a problem. Better than having the problem stick around.

After I got ready and Annabeth finished up doing whatever takes girls so long to get ready, we headed out the door to Annabeth’s car.

“Oh, Mags, I meant to tell you earlier, we’re gonna pick up Percy,” She told me, sliding into the driver's seat as I got in the passenger side.

“Cool,” I nodded, “Why?”

Annabeth smirked, “His car broke down.”

“Oh.”

“So that kinda means you gotta move to the back.”

“Will I have to watch you two kiss?” I asked, moving to the back.

Annabeth scoffed but smiled, “Shut up.”

I just smirked and laid back in my seat.

When we pulled up to Percy’s apartment complex, I could see Percy jogging out. He got in the car and said, “Hey.”

“Hey,” Annabeth kissed his cheek.

I joked about a fake gag.

Percy turned to me, “Sup, Magnus?” He smiled.

“Nothin much. You?”

“A lot. I’m starting a job at the public pool to make some money to pay for a new car,” Percy grimaced.

“Yeah- how did that even happen?” I asked him.

“It just gave out on me!” Percy threw up his hands.

He sighed, “Man, and I liked that car.”

“There are other fish in the sea,” Annabeth smirked.

When we got to school, Percy went to walk Annabeth to class. I knew he loved his girlfriend, but the really advanced AP classes were at the far end of the school. If I were him, my legs would be screaming.

I made my way to first-period history, where I reminded myself I’d see some of my friends, TJ, Sam, and Halfborn.

Halfborn and TJ were already in the classroom when I walked in.

They came up to me and we started chatting.

“Hey, Gunderson!” A rough voice called to Halfborn.

Halfborn’s face twisted with exhaustion and frustration, “What do you want X?”

A big, strong guy with shaggy blonde hair walked up to them.

X’s lips curved into a sour smirk, “I was just wondering who this here is,” he glanced at me, “And apologize to him for having to join your pathetic band of weirdos.”

“Just leave us alone, Xander. Magnus chose to hang with us,” But TJ looked at me after saying that, his eyes asking: right?

“Yeah,” I said quietly, “I did.”

I wasn’t quiet because I was ashamed.

I was quiet because I was nervous about the guy looming over my friends and me.

“Hmph,” Said X.

“Whatever, X,” Halfborn glared at him, “You’re just salty because I left the team.”

X opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the teacher telling the class to quiet down. X grunted and went back to his seat while TJ, Halfborn, and I sat down in our seats.

I got worried when Sam didn’t show up to class. Was she sick? Was I allowed to worry? Were we, like, friends?

When class dismissed, I asked TJ about Sam.

“She’s showing around her brother, remember?”

“I forgot,” I said. But of course, Sam would be the one showing her brother around. I wondered what he was like. I wondered if we might be friends. Sam was in 11th grade. What grade was her brother in? Would he be in any of my classes?

Halfborn walked next to us, looking sort of dejected.

“Uh, you okay?” I asked him.

“I hate X,” He told me

“He seems like a jerk. Is he mean to you a lot?”

“Ever since we got into a fight and I left the football team.”

“Why’d you leave the team?” I wondered.

“Because I hated him. He talked about Mallory,” he replied.

“Really?”

“He was mad because she turned him down.”

“He liked her?” I asked.

“A lot. But Mallory was already dating me and she wasn’t interested. So she turned him down.”

“And he blamed you.”

Halfborn snorted, “He said I was “holding her back” Mals got mad at this of course, and wanted to murder him, but I handled it.” He said with a grin.

“But now he taunts you mercilessly,” I nodded.

“Every. Single. Day,” TJ said, frustration in his voice.

“Sorry,” was all I could think to say.

“No one's fault except that jerk’s” TJ assured me.

We stayed silent, the three of us walking side by side, until I had to go to calculus. So we parted ways and I made my way to the classroom.

I sat next to the apparently murderous Mallory Keen and pulled out my workbook to do the problems on the board.

We ended up working on our books all class. I watched the clock longing for the minute hand to just speed up. Would that be too much to ask? I ended up giving Mallory free answers because, you know, friendship.

When the bell rang I was glad to leave. Not Mallory, the class. In fact, I walked with Mallory to English and talked to her, asking about Sam’s brother and the jerk X.

Mallory sighed, “Did Halfborn mention this crap with X happened like, two years ago? When we were freshmen?” She asked.

“No,” I answered, surprised. Why was the dude so hung up on a 9th-grade unrequited love?

I went to English, where I found Piper McLean, Will Solace, and Jason Grace. They invited me to sit with them and I accepted their offer. I soon learned they were a fun bunch. I also learned they had some sort of loathing hatred for our English teacher, who was tight-faced and had a nasal voice that gave me a headache. Seemed as if everyone did. I assumed I would soon.

I practically zoomed out of that classroom when the bell rang for lunch.

Chapter 5

The New Kid Punches me because I am an Idiot

I met Halfborn, TJ, and Mallory at the lunch table.

“Hey Mags,” Mallory nodded at me.

“Have you seen Sam and her brother yet?” TJ asked me.

“No,” I replied, “I thought they’d be here.”

Halfborn shrugged, “Maybe she’s still showing-“

But he was cut off by Sam’s voice saying, “Hey.” Behind me. I turned around to face her, but when I saw the kid next to her, I forgot how the breathe.

The kid’s features struck me like lighting. A charismatic expression, wryly smile, green hair sprouting from dark roots, and two-toned colored eyes. The right eye was brown and the left one seemed to be a bronze-ish gold. There was a name for eyes like those, but I didn’t remember what it was. My mom always called them David Bowie eyes.

The kid wore a checkered sweater vest on top of a collared shirt, lime green jeans, rose-high tops, and a pink sweater wrapped around his waist.

“You can stop staring now,” The kid told me.

“I- I wasn't- you-” I blushed and looked away.

Sam whispered something to the kid, who went, “Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll introduce myself.”

The kid turned to the rest of us, “I’m Alex Fierro. Nice to meet you I guess.”

Alex pulled out the seat next to mine and plopped down, making himself at home.

“Is he-“ Mallory started

“She,” Alex corrected.

“What?” Mallory asked.

“Call me she unless and until I tell you otherwise.”

“Yeah but-“

“She and her,” Alex said firmly.

“Alex is genderfluid,” Sam told the group.

A stuffy, uncomfortable filled the area.

Awkwardness.

I hated awkwardness.

Maybe a joke would make things less tense.

“Genderfluid? So you uh, switch between genders? Do you assign a gender for each day of the week? Monday you’re a dude, Tuesday you’re a girl?” I attempted to crack a smile.

And apparently, my joke was so unfunny and idiotic that I earned a punch square in the face from Alex Fierro.

It wasn’t a horribly hard punch that would result in my nose breaking or bleeding.

It still hurt like hell. I’d probably have a bruise.

I didn’t blame Alex for hitting me. It was a lame joke. But why oh why did she have to have such a good punch?

“Agh,” I held my head in my hands.

“Magnus!” Sam exclaimed and then turned to Alex, “Why’d you do that?” She asked her.

“I- well he was being sort of stupid,” Alex pointed out.

“Maybe, but you shouldn’t have punched him.”

“The guy can take it, Sam.”

And she was right, I could take it. But that doesn’t mean I wanted it.

“Fine- it’s fine-“ winced, putting up my hand.

“I should still take you to the nurse,” Sam said.

She glanced around the cafe. Everyone was staring.

“Get back to your lunch, people!” Alex announced.

And they did. Because Alex Fierro was the kind of person you wanted to listen to.

Sam sighed. “Come on, Magnus, let’s go tell the nurse you ran into a wall.”

The nurse gave me an ice pack for my supposed run-in with the wall.

“Sorry, Magnus,” Sam apologized as we made our way down the hall.

“It’s not your fault,” I said.

“I know. It’s Alex. She’s just-“

“No it’s fine, I was being stupid.”

“I won’t deny or confirm that but Alex shouldn’t have punched you.”

I just shrugged.

“She hates this whole thing, you know?”

“Hates what?

“Being at a new school. Getting judged,” Sam replied, “She’s been judged by everyone her whole life. Classmates, adults. Even her own family was…toxic.” That hadn’t seemed to be what Sam wanted to say at first but she left it at that.

“Oh. So she’s wary of people. That’s why she punched me,” I guessed.

“Probably. But maybe she just didn’t like your comment. I didn’t really like it either. You need to work on your humor, Chase.” She shot me a smirk.

I smiled, “Yeah, I do.”

The bell for 4th period rang before we could even get back to the cafeteria. Luckily, Sam and I had brought our things with us in case of this. So we just headed to class.

I had hoped to avoid Alex Fierro for the rest of the day. Not because I hated her for punching me. Because I wanted to give her time to cool off so that I wouldn’t need to go to the nurse for a second time.

But luck is never in my favor, since Alex Fierro was who I saw in my art class, chatting with Mr Blitzen.

Mr Blitzen pointed at me and Nico’s desks, which couldn’t be a good sign, and turned back to Alex and continued speaking.

The horror only got worse.

Alex sat down in Nico’s empty seat. Where was Nico? I silently cursed him, as his absence would most likely result in another bruise.

I slowly made my way to his seat, not saying a word to Alex.

That was until she slapped two crisp dollar bills in front of me. One was a ten, the other a five.

“Uh, what’s this?” I asked.

“Payment, duh,” Alex smirked.

“For-for punching my face?” I pointed to my bruise.

“What else?”

“You don’t have to pay for my face,” I shook my head.

Alex snorted, “That sounds weird.”

“It does.”

“Anyways, if you don’t want my money then I guess…”

I sort of did want it. I’d probably be able to get a new comic book with that money. But Fierro didn't need to give me apology money.

“You can take it back,” I told him.

“Whew. That's a relief. I kinda need that money anyways,” Alex said. I wondered why but decided not to ask. Maybe it had something to do with the “situation” she had gotten herself into.

We stayed silent. Alex had gotten a paper to work on her own portrait. I couldn't quite tell who she was drawing. A boy, but he wasn't familiar. Of course not, since I wasn't connected to Alex in any way except for Sam. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized. I had seen Fierro before. I wasn't sure exactly when or where, but I was pretty sure I might've seen her on the street or in an aisle at a store in my old neighborhood.

“His name is Adrian,” A voice broke my train of thought.

“What?” I looked up at Alex.

“The guy in my portrait,” she clarified, “His name was Adrian.”

“Oh, cool,” was all I could say. Because I caught the “was” and wanted to talk about it. But I didn't want to make Alex uncomfortable, or worse, earn another punch.

She looked at my paper, “May I give you a suggestion? Outline the proportions before you start on the features.”

I looked at the portrait. The proportions were out of place. That's why my mom's eyes looked so weird.

“Thanks,” I told her.

“Least I could do since I kinda gave you a black eye,” Alex shrugged.

“Is it that bad?” I asked.

“Nah not really,” Alex answered, “The bruising is only under your eye,” she said.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

And we were silent while working on our projects for the rest of class.

I didn't know what to do with Alex Fierro. She was intimidating. Intense. But at the same time, she was intriguing. I wanted to know Alex Fierro. I wanted to figure out what she was all about.

But how could I dig deeper without hurting her? (which would result in hurting me)

After class, when the bell rang, I decided to do something.

I stopped Alex Fierro on the way out.

“Can I have your number?”

Alex raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“Uh, because I wanna text you,” I replied.

“Why?”

“Because that’s what friends do?”

“We’re friends?” Alex raised her other eyebrow.

“I mean, do you want to be…?”

Alex shrugged. “I guess.”

She gave me her number.

Chapter 6

Sam lets me Have the Aux Cord

“Magnus!” Sam called to me.

I was walking in the student parking lot, heading to Annabeth’s car, when I spotted Sam and Alex standing by a blue Mazda.

I walked over to them.

“I didn’t know you could drive,” Sam said, “Are you sixteen?” She asked.

“No, I’m fifteen,” I answered.

My birthday was in January. It was currently March.

My mind went back to the time when I was thirteen. My mom promised me she’d get me a car for my birthday. She’d already started setting money aside when I started junior high.

“I want to get you a sports car,” She told me one day when we were on the road.

“Why?” I asked, “Aren’t those expensive.”

“Maybe,” mom sighed with a sad smile, “But you know, high school girls like riding in sports cars. With the top down, a cute guy next to her.”

“Ew,” I said.

My mom gave a soft laugh, “You might say that now, but that’s how I met your father.”

My mother’s eyes looked tired and sad. That’s how they always looked when she talked about my dad.

“Uhh, Magnus?” Sam waved in front of me.

“Oh, sorry,” I apologized and looked at her car, “Nice ride,” I told her.

“Thanks,” Sam smiled, “Alex and I were just about to head back home. You need a ride?”

I hesitated, but then said, “If it’s not too much trouble.”

I wondered if Annabeth would mind. Probably not. She was driving Percy home anyway and I really didn’t feel like being a third wheel.

“It’s not. And I’ll let you have the aux,” Sam smiled.

“But I thought-“ Alex started.

“Let the guy with the black eye pick the music,” Sam said firmly, “Besides I’m tired of listening to Odetari.”

Alex rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. But I call shotgun!” Alex slid into the passenger side seat.

Sam looked at me with exhaustion. Being Alex’s sister must be tiring.

I got into the back seat and Sam got in the drivers side.

After buckling up I pulled out my phone and texted Annabeth that I was riding with Sam.

Me: I’m riding with Sam. She’s gonna drop me off. Don’t be mad.

Annabeth: why would I be?

Me: idk tell Percy hi for me

Annabeth: k see you later

“Well, Maggie, ready to play us some sick tunes?” Alex asked, glancing back at me before opening the top mirror, pulling out a tube from her bag and touching up her eyeliner.

“Don’t call me Maggie,” I said, taking the cord as Sam handed it to me.

I plugged my phone in and opened Spotify.

I tapped on my main playlist that included my favorite bands. Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, Weezer, and The Killers.

The first song that came on shuffle was 505.

Alex put her eyeliner away and grinned, “I absolutely love this song,” she said.

“Is this…Arctic Monkeys?” Sam asked, “I have their AM record.”

As the song went on, I started singing quietly. Not too loud, or I’d probably ruin the song for Alex and Sam. But still, I sang. I loved singing this song. I felt a rush of satisfaction as I hit the notes perfectly.

My favorite lyric was about to come up and I sang my heart out when the singer sang: I crumble completely when you cry

When the song ended, I found Alex turned around in her seat, looking at me with a daring glint in her eye.

“I didn’t know you could do that,” She exclaimed.

“Yeah,” Sam looked at me in the rear view mirror, “Magnus that was…awesome!”

“T-thanks,” I told them. I didn’t know what to do with this compliment. I had a love for singing since I was little, but nobody had ever told me my voice was awesome.

“I wish I had my guitar with me. I learned to play that rift a while ago,” Alex told me.

“And I could totally learn that on drums,” Sam added.

We were all quiet for a second, deep in thought.

“Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam asked over Weezer’s Sweater Song.

Alex smirked, “We should start a band.”

“What?” I asked. I was thinking it too, but I didn’t know they were serious.

“We totally could,” Sam agreed.

“I’m in, obviously,” Alex said.

“So am I,” Sam looked at me, “You in Magnus?”

“I-“ I paused. Maybe this was good. Maybe a band would be the perfect way to get my mind off of things, “I’m in.” I made up my mind.

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