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katewritesthings · 4 months

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Learning to Deal

So, I've never written fic before, so please be kind. I've had to drink a bottle of wine to finish the smut and gain the courage to post. Please be funny when you tell me this sucks. :D (I also have ideas for a few more short blurbs in this universe)

•pairing: Joe Burrow x Original Female Character

•summary: Caroline Stevens had been known to the fans of the Bengals' as Sam Hubbard's best friend since he got drafted. Now she's dating his teammate Joe Burrow and must navigate the logistics that come with that

•word count: 4.3k

•warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT. Slight angst. Angry Sex. Dom/Sub dynamics. Slight Daddy Kink. Light choking. Ass smacking. Cursing. Drinking. Cannabis Use. Lots of other stuff. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Caroline Steven was sure she’d never get used to how overwhelming being a plus one to an NFL starter could be. Since her childhood best friend, Sam, had been drafted by their hometown football team, she’d attended her fair share of over-the-top events with budgets bigger than her teaching salary. (That is, when Sam happened to be single and his mother was not an appropriate option.) This routine would be coming to an end shortly, though.

Over the last year, Caroline had started seeing one of Sam’s teammates, Joe. Meaning that the next time they walked into a jungle-themed room, she would be on the arm of the man she wanted to walk in with, and Sam would not be hindered in attempting to fix his single status. (at least for the night).

Although he was one of the most private (read: shy) people Caroline had ever met, Joe somehow managed to become the face of the Bengals. Seriously, the guy was so closed off when she first met him that Caroline was convinced Joe hated her. It wasn’t that Caroline disliked the fact that her boyfriend was charismatic enough to become a franchise player; she just hated the legalities that came with it.

It would only take the entire next Monday arguing with the agents and publicists that the NFL and Bengals put together to officially be Dating Joe Burrow™. Caroline was more than ready to be able to claim the beautiful man she grew to love as her boyfriend, but she knew that Joe was a little more hesitant about what compromises they were going to have to make as a couple to get this approved through the league. There were whispers about using their anniversary to make sponsored posts already.

Walking into the banquet hall the Bengals had rented at Moerlein Lager House, Caroline scanned the room for her boyfriend. While they had texted a few times throughout the day, their conversation before Joe dropped her off yesterday had been acting… off. Joe seemed a little put off about having to use his personal life for marketing, but Caroline hoped he saw her as worth it. The two made their way to a table to the left of the entrance, where champagne flutes were set out for guests to take.

“Calm down, Stevie." Sam’s voice brought her back to reality, using her childhood nickname. “I really don’t think Danny Devito is here; there’s no need for such excitement.” “You’re such a goober!” Caroline chuckled, pushing a stray auburn curl out of her eyes. “I just wanted to see if I could see Joe. You act like it wasn’t you who set us up, don’t act like you’re annoyed with how we act together.”

Before Sam could spit a comeback at Caroline, two arms wrapped around her middle and squeezed her tight. Joe’s deep voice boomed, “Hey, babe," before kissing her on the cheek and greeting Sam. Ja’Marr, Irv, and Tee. joined the three, drinks in hand. Greetings were exchanged before Ja’Marr nudged Caroline.

“Damn, girl. I didn’t know your Ms. Frizzle ass had dresses that didn’t have dinosaurs and shit on them.” With an eye-roll, Caroline pulled at the hem of her black dress, trying to make it come farther down than the upper thigh. She was far more comfortable in her themed dresses and cardigans, which helped engage her second-grade students. “I didn’t know you had that much skin; I almost thought your legs was made of cloth like some stuffed animal.”

Before Caroline could laugh at Ja’Marr’s roast, she heard Joe’s laugh, and his grip tightened on her hip. “Don’t be mad, Ja’Marr. You’ve just been salty that I’m the one she chose to know how much skin she has and how to stuff her.”

At that moment,t the various reactions rang through the group. Tee and Irv sent a chorus of “oooohs” to the circle of six. Caroline nearly choked on her drink and sent a look of confusion and panic to Sam, who responded with a chuckle and a “Well, this got weird. This is my signal to leave.”

Caroline turned out the remaining four men, making fun of Sam for running away when sexual topics came up while her mind raced with thoughts. Caroline shifted in her spot, tugging at her dress again.

Joe seemed to notice Caroline zoning out because a whisper in her ear brought her back to reality. “I’m sorry, Caro. It came out before I could think. I had two drinks before you got here; I'm so sorry.” Tee, Irv, and Ja’Marr were still in conversation, now about the chances Sam would find enough alcohol and a girl to make him warm up to the sexual topics tonight.

Caroline let out a sigh and excused her and Joe from the group. She led them to a corner near a window overlooking Great American Ball Park and a partial view of the river. “You’re forgiven, Joe. You know, I just hate when you get vulgar.” “I completely understand. You’re not a piece of meat. I promise I’ll only brag about our fantastic sex life and your crazy body when you start the conversation.”

Caroline leaned even farther on her tiptoes than her heels assisted, and kissed Joe on the chin. “That’s all I ask, baby.”

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Ironically enough, Joe and Caroline had that conversation at the beginning of the night because, at present, the couple currently found themselves in a small group of Bengals and some of their plus ones from the party, playing a drinking game that required the player to answer the question on the card drawn or drink. The night had gone smoothly after the small speed bump that happened when Caroline arrived, so she found herself relaxing into Joe’s side, enjoying the early morning hours.

A small group of Joe and his teammates had decided that after a season of abstaining from partying as hard as they wanted, they’d continue the celebration in the suite Ja’Marr and Joe had previously booked in a nearby hotel. Something had told them they would be too incapacitated to drive and would want to celebrate as late as possible.

“Oooo! My turn! I pick... Joe!” Irv’s little sister Rachel, exclaimed to the circle. Her words were slurred from the mix of whiskey and weed she had been ingesting, but the entertainment was evident in her voice. It was obvious she was enjoying the usually serious men lose themselves in fits of giggles when another teammate admitted something embarrassing.

“What’s the most amount of people you’ve hooked up with in a night?”

“Three,” Joe mumbled, not picking up his drink.

Caroline sucked in a breath. She knew this, while they didn’t quite know everything about each other yet, she and Joe had talked a lot in the time of their relationship. Early on, though, they found out that their sexual and romantic history was best left on an “ask-only” basis. Caroline knew herself better than to have Joe tell her everything at once. After his last long-term relationship ended, she watched from afar as he numbed himself in ways she didn’t even want to think about. She knew it was best for herself if she only found out what she needed to know and she believed that included whether or not she would be in the same room with one of Joe’s random hookups. Joe seemed to share the same mentality because he had only ever asked her vague questions.

Next was Irv’s turn to pick a person to interrogate and a card. He scanned the group and chose Sam. His voice filled the air, reading from the card, “What was your most embarrassing sexual experience? Describe what you remember in detail.” “Fuck off, it does not say that!” Sam protested across the table from Caroline. “I’m afraid it does, Sammy boy,” Irv laughed back, waiting for Sam’s embarrassment. Caroline’s eyes shut as she laughed at her best friend’s discomfort. This situation was so much funnier to her than the one earlier in the night. Caroline wasn’t sure if it was because there was some light ribbing going on, the presence of women, and a game that was about bonding, gave her comfort in a way that was not present when it was just Caroline and 5 men.

“Well, I guess when I was like 16… uh…. The girl I lost my virginity to…,” Sam stuttered. Caroline’s eyes instantly opened. She knew this story. She had figured in 10 years and a professional sports career later, he would have more embarrassing memories. “Well, uh… We had decided that maybe we would try mouth stuff, y’know. Well, uhh. St-she went down on me for the first time and uh.. .she vomited on me.” Sam stuttered through the whole beginning of the story while everyone else was gasping for air through their laughs. “You got puked on?!” T.B. said through howls.

“Well, that’s not all.. We both made so much noise when my lap got covered. Ma-her brother came bursting through her bedroom door, and, uh.. he caught us.” Caroline shifted in her weight and faintly joined in the echoing laughter. Joe looked at her with a quizzical look and took another hit of the blunt being passed around. Joe wasn’t usually much of a partier, but the Bengals had put up a hell of a fight this season and it looked like her boyfriend was damn sure goign to celebrate it.. He had slowed down on his drinking after embarrassing himself earlier in the night, but Caroline had seen him with a honey-flavored backwood and at least two different rolled swishers throughout the night.

Before Joe could make anything of it, Sam’s name pulled him out of his thoughts to see Tee’s placing a card on the table. It was Caroline’s turn and she was answering telling the most legal trouble she had ever been in.

“So, basically, Sam had gone to practice and I woke up before he did. I went down to the kitchen in his house and two of his roommates were talking about me over breakfast. They were basically saying the most vile things you could think of and it only got more vulgar once they saw me. I threw a cast iron skillet at one of them and was banned from OSU’s campus.” She had shared this secret with Joe a few weeks into seeing each other. He had heard a vague version when Sam moved out of his house midseason. Caroline filled him in on the details after they were together to let him know why she was so sensitive about being in ceratin situations.

The card game continued for another ten minutes before some member of the group suggested they play ‘Never Have I Ever.’ This time, Caroline caught the look Joe sent her as she filled her glass to get ready to play. “You’re sure you’re okay with this? They’re going to get even more raunchy.”

Caroline licked her lips before forming them into a smile. “I’m fine, Joey. I’m having fun, I promise. And if I get uncomfortable, we can always say one of us is tired. Just squeeze my hip twice.”

Rachel explained the modified “late night, here to get fucked up” rules. They’d go around the circle and each person would say something they had never done. Every person has five fingers up and puts a finger down and takes a drink for every time they’ve done what someone else hasn’t. Once all five fingers are down, the person chugs their drink and is out.

The rules seemed easy enough and before long the game was on and laughs filled the air. Caroline wasn’t really paying attention to who had done what. Except Joe. She knew she shouldn’t, but this was a loophole in learning things about him, and without all the details. So far the score had gone as follows:

“Had sex in a football field” - Joe drank. Caroline drank. “Ever made out with someone of the same sex” Joe didn’t drink. Caroline drank. (Joe winked at her) “Cheated on someone” Joe drank. Caroline didn’t drink. “Been cheated on.” Both drank. “Broken a bone.” Both drank.

The group was in good humor, consistently whooping at Caroline when she had admitted she did something. Rachel had changed gears from trying to get everyone’s dirty secrets to just getting Caroline out, picking topics for her and Irv that they had known would get her out.

They were both down to their last finger and Caroline was starting to get drowsy. She had drunk quite a few times during this game and had been tipsy before. Maybe if she were more sober, she would have realized one of the two things happening within the next moment. Rachel gave Caroline a jokingly competitive stare before mouthing you’re going down.

“Never have I ever fucked someone in this room.”

Being the level of intoxicated she was, Caroline didn’t realize that an odd number of people in the room put their fingers down and took a swig of their drink. She also didn’t realize that, while Joe was intoxicated, he was mainly high which caused his mind to work in overdrive. This meant that Joe had noticed that there was an odd number of people who put their fingers down in the room.

Caroline had her cup tipped to the ceiling and was almost to the bottom of it when she felt two distinct squeezes on her hip and her boyfriend growling her name barely loud enough for her to hear. Her mind started racing at what Joe could.

“Actually guys, I’m feeling a little past my limit and am probably going to lay down. Caroline, care to join?” Joe’s strained voice came through his tightly clenched jaw. Caroline followed Joe as he stood up and made his way down the hallway of the suite toward their bedroom.

“Are you feeling okay, Joe?” The question hung between them while Joe fumbled with the keycard and the door handle. Caroline tried to not let her mind race too much as she replayed the last three minutes in her head. If anything, she should be the one a little upset in her opinion. Joe had admitted to cheating on someone in the past, and although she knew of the incidents, she couldn’t fathom why admitting she had sex with Joe would set him off so much.

A low grumble she couldn’t make out brought her out of her thoughts as Joe ushered her through the door.

“Please?” Caroline questioned, indicating to Joe to repeat what he said. “Why didn’t you tell me you fucked him?” Joe demanded again, this time loud enough for the redhead to hear. She was standing a the foot of the bed while Joe still had his hand on the deadbolt. “Uhm, what and who are we talking about again?” Caroline nervously laughed, attempting to put the pieces of the puzzle together in her head. It hit her the same time Joe’s steeled blue eyes met her brown ones and he repeated the question. “Why didn’t you tell me you fucked Sam?” the third time the question was presented to Caroline, frustration and anger overtook her drunken state. “What in the world are you talking about, Joe? When I told you I didn’t need to know details of your sex life you told me the same?” Caroline was confused. She never intentionally kept anything from her boyfriend.

“I did ask. The first time we hooked up,” Joe’s voice came out strained. He had moved towards the middle of the large room. All Caroline wanted to do was crawl in the large bed directly in front of her and cuddle her boyfriend. This night definitely took multiple turns. “You did not! You asked me if you were the first professional athlete I had gone down on.” Caroline was exasperated now. She didn’t want Joe to think she was lying.

Caroline walked into the bathroom for a chance to break Joe’s gaze. When she reached the mirror she began taking the pins out of her curls. “And I very clearly heard the story of the first time you had that experience tonight, with our mutual best friend, Caro.” Joe loosened his tie as he emphasized the last few words of his sentence. He was angrier than Caroline had ever seen him off the field and she hated that it was because of her.

The redhead turned her body to face the door where her boyfriend stood. Even when angry, the man was beautiful. Brown waves fell onto his face nose and cheeks red from a mixture of intoxication and anger. He had his button-up undone to his sternum and was working on taking off his belt.

“And I had told you that story when Matthew asked if you knew how to use a lock! I told you he walked in on me in high school and you cut me off. Plus, that happened well before Sam was drafted, therefore not a pro athlete. I thought you were asking if I was a groupie trying to add another to the list.” “I genuinely thought you knew babe,” she said from in front of the mirror, her eyes taking in Joe. He had leaned against the doorway and was watching her in a manner that made her unsure of what he was thinking. Usually, communication was easy between them. Disagreements never lasted long because even if they had conflicting feelings on a subject, they were both willing to hear it from the other’s perspective to attempt to understand.

Caroline unfastened the back of the earrings she was wearing and placed them down in the travel jewelry box she had placed on the counter earlier in the evening. “I told you about how I was a nerdy ginger in high school and had to make a mutual agreement to lose my virginity to my best friend. You didn’t want to know who”

Joe took a deep breath and rubbed his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “I guess, I didn’t think it was Sam. You guys went to different schools.”

“That’s cute that you thought high school Stevie could’ve gotten the attention of a boy besides Sam.” Caroline made the joke, hoping to lighten the mood. It didn't.

“He went to an all-boys school, and everyone in my school was repulsed by me, so we made a pact to keep up with the Joneses, so to speak. When everyone in middle school was talking about making out, we didn’t want to feel left out, and that sort of just progressed on to other things…”

“Do you have feelings for him?” Joe’s eyes flickered with a flash of emotion as he cut her off, clearly not wanting to hear the details. “Oh my God. Absolutely not in the way you’re asking.” Caroline’s brown eyes made sure to keep eye contact with Joe’s blue ones, she wasn’t going to be the first to look away. “It was really just experimenting, Joe.” “When was the last time? Did I know you?” Joe questioned, anger still seeping through his voice. Caroline felt a lump grow in her throat when she thought back to the last time she and Sam had hooked up, or at least attempted to. It was during her and Sam’s sophomore year in college and he had invited her up to visit him at Ohio State. “It was the day we met. At Ohio State.” Caroline uttered. Sam had insisted on taking her to Woody’s, the on-campus tavern, to meet with some of the second-string freshmen. Joe barely said hello to her, before returning his attention to the playbook in front of him. The room was silent for a minute before Joe broke their eye contact, standing up straight. Rubbing his fingers against his lip again, he turned his head to the side. “Fuck, Caro. I just hate that he’s had what’s mine.” Before Caroline could get out the words, ‘What’s yours?’” Joe closed the few steps between the two.

“Yes, Caroline. You’re mine.” His proximity to Caroline caused her back to turn flush against the counter. “And tonight I’m going to mark my territory.”

A warm feeling of realization washed over Caroline when she realized what Joe meant. Or maybe it was horniness. Because at that very moment, his hand wrapped around Caro’s throat and bucked his hips into hers.

A moan of agreement left Caroline’s plump maroon lips, causing Joe to growl. “That’s right, baby. I’m going to take what’s mine. But first, on your knees.”

Excitement sent of chill throughout Caroline’s body. She liked it when Joe was dominantt, but it rarely ever happened without her explicitly asking for it. What can she say, the man was all about her gratification by default.

Before her knees even made contact with the cold tile, Joe’s cock was out and hitting her in the face. A smile spread across her face before she opened her mouth and gave a lick to the head. Caroline still had her tongue out and she worked her mouth down Joe’s shaft. When the head hit the back of her throat, she closed her lips and wiggled her tongue.

“That’s right, baby,” Joe smirked, raking his hands through the auburn curls at his pelvis. Caroline brought a hand up to cup his balls, retracting her tongue and beginning to move her back and forth. “Fuck.” Joe bucked his hips into his girlfriend’s mouth, causing her to gag a bit. “Gag on Daddy’s cock, that’s right.” He demanded, causing Caroline to loosen her jaw and attempt to take the rough fucking her face was receiving. That was new.

After a few moments filled with slurps and moans, Joe finally spoke again. “Get up. Turn around.” Joe’s voice was still gruff with anger, but possesiveness and lust had also joined in. If Caroline hadn’t already been wet from the worship Joe had just demanded from her, she would’ve been after Joe gave her ass a smack and returned his left hand to her throat. They made eye contact in the mirror in front of them.

“After tonight, there’s going to be no doubt you’re mine last.” Joe leaned in and whispered into her ear. His right hand busied itself tugging down the thong she had under her dress. Caroline lifted her leg slightly to step out of the thin material, Joe took this as his opportunity to line up the head of his dick with the slick of her pussy.

The tip of his dick entered her warmth and he whispered, “My girlfriend,” as he slammed his entire length into her. White pleasure tore through Caroline’s pelvis when this happened. Joe was not small, and feeling him push his entire length into her gave her a sense of fullness that she craved.

Pulling out slowly, his eye contact never wavered from Caroline’s. “On MY arm for events.” He thrust into her again, then pulled out even slower causing a whimper to escape Caroline’s smudged lips. “Mine,” Joe repeated, burying himself to the hilt again. “Any objections?” Caroline shook her head, making sure to keep her brown eyes locked on Joe’s blue ones. She wanted to see his reaction.

“No, sir.”

And she was glad she did. Joe’s eyes somehow got even darker with lust as his right hand pushed her back down, so her chest was flat on the counter and his left found her throat again. The marble dug into her thighs, but at this point, the pain was mixing with the pleasure, Joe thrusting aggressively into her.

Caroline couldn’t make out the chain of expletives leaving Joe’s mouth as she began to feel the intense pleasure building inside her. “I’m so close, Daddy,” she whined, trying on the new title Joe had given himself earlier. “I wanna come on your cock so bad.” If Caroline thought Joe lost himself in lust earlier, she was wrong. He let out a guttural moan and stood Caroline back up again, without removing the hand from her throat. He moved his hand from her back to her clit. He used his long fingers to work circular motions on the sensitive nerves until Caroline lost herself to her pleasure and began twitching lightly. She wasn’t sure if she was actually moaning or just imagining it until Joe’s voice coached her through her orgasm. “I know, darling,” He planted a kiss on her head. “I know, you’re doing such a good job, just breathe.” He peppered more kisses over the top of her head before he moaned again. “I’m going to come, babe. Get on your knees and open your mouth.” Caroline did as she was told, quickly. She wasn’t going to give Joe a reason to question whether she liked this side of him or not. Joe pumped his fist around his dick twice before warm ropes came shooting towards Caroline, most of it making it in her mouth, a little on her lips and chin. She took Joe’s thumb and wiped the excess, before making eye contact and engulfing it in her mouth. After swirling her tongue around Joe’s thumb a few times, she swallowed. She set her lips in an ‘O’ to show off her newly empty mouth to Joe. “Fuck, Caro. You’re going to be the death of me,” Joe said laughing, his cheeks flushed. He patted his girlfriend's head before saying, “Now go clean up so we can go to sleep. I need you to get some rest before I wake you up.” “Oh, yeah?,” Caroline cocked an eyebrow, still on the ground. Her thighs were starting to ache from never taking off her heels. “Yeah, I’m going to fill you with cum and then we’re going to go eat brunch with the rest of the suite,” Joe said, sternness still in his voice.

Caroline stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was smudged and her hair was a rat’s nest, she thought about how this was the happiest she had ever been. Though, she was certain if she continued finding and loving new sides of Joe, it wasn’t the happiest she would ever be.

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godsmenusuperbowl · 27 days

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A Minor Celebrity's Lover ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: You've been spending more time with CB97 and your feelings for him have only grown. You haven't made a move thought, afraid he'll reject you. However, could it be he feels the same way?

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 1734

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part 2 to A Minor Celebrity. I highly recommend reading that first.

It has become a sort of tradition now. Well, more of like a routine. Every Monday morning, at roughly ten in the morning, Chris would waltz through the door of the little coffee shop. You would smile, take his order, and he would give you a generous tip and song recommendation for the day. As soon as he left, you would listen to the song and tell him the next week how much you liked it.

That was your favorite part of his visit every Monday morning. You would gush over his amazing taste in music and tell him how much you adored each word and each beat. And he would explain how the song was made to the best of his ability. You always learn something new in the music making process every week. And occasionally, when you asked really nicely, he would pull out his headphones and you could listen to a bit of the song he was currently working on. You would always tell him it was your favorite song ever, but you could see in his eyes that he didn't quite believe you. Nevertheless, you were sure to give him as much praise as possible for his amazing work and he graciously accepts, although his cheeks are always pink when he does.

"If you keep drifting into the clouds when you're supposed to be working, I'm going to have you clean the entire back room." Your boss's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You shake your head and offer her a small, slightly uneasy smile. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get so distracted."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Sure you did. I know who you're thinking about."

You couldn't suppress your groan. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Obvious and oblivious." She laughs and shakes her head. "I don't understand why you don't just ask him out already! The two of you have a real connection! You'd make the perfect couple!"

"Easy for you to say." You shake your head again. "He's way out of my league. I don't stand a chance with him. And I've accepted that."

"But you don't have to! Look, I'm not asking you to throw yourself at him and beg him to marry you. But maybe go get dinner or go to a concert, since you're both into music, or something like that! Just hang out is all I'm saying!"

"We'll see." Was all you said before you glanced at the clock. A frown tugged at your lips. "He's late."

"What?" Your boss followed your eyes. "Oh, I suppose he is. But it's not the end of the world, you know. He'll show up soon, I'm sure."

You shook your head. "He's never late. Something's wrong."

"Hey, relax your paranoia. Perhaps traffic is bad or he got tied up with work. He'll be here, I'm sure."

You tried to believe her, but you were sure something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Chris was never late.

In an effort to make it look like you were bothered by the fact he wasn't there, you tried to get all of your work done. However, you eventually found yourself wiping down the counter for the third time in the last hour. It made your boss tease you, which made you tease her back. But you were still anxious. Where was Chris?

Just as you were about to shoot him a text, the door to the cafe burst open. There he was, still trying to stuff papers into his satchel, his hair disheveled, and his jacket half on, half off. Despite how messy he looked, he was still as handsome as the first time you saw him.

He gave you a lop-sided smile and a small wave. "Hi. Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, we were so worried about you!" Your boss dramatically replied, earning a shove from you.

"She's joking! I was just about to start working on your order. I wanted to make sure it was still warm when you got here." You quickly explain, trying to keep your blush down.

He nods and his smile widens. "Thank you so much! I'll just be at my usual spot."

As he went back to his table by the window, you rushed to get his latte and cinnamon roll order done. You could feel your anxiety from earlier ease and a smile stretch onto your face. As per usual, you felt so much better now that he was here.

When the order was done, you took a deep breath and turned to go deliver it to him. But as soon as you did, you felt your heart sink into my stomach.

There was a girl leaning over Chris, batting her eyelashes and brightly smiling. She was totally flirting with him. You felt so dumb for getting so excited to see him when he had plenty of other girls fawning over him. You really didn't want to give his order, but it's your job. So, taking a deep breath, you make your way over to his table with his order in hand. You kept telling yourself to be quick and then take your break in the walk-in.

"Oh my God, you're so funny!" She cackled and it made your skin crawl.

Chris gave a small chuckle before noticing you. "Oh, hey! Thank you so much for the coffee and the cinnamon roll! Is this the biggest one you have? It's massive!"

You gave a pained smile. "Yep, I thought you'd enjoy it."

"I love cinnamon rolls!" The girl gushes, dipping her finger into the frosting on top. "They're super sweet!"

It took all of your power not to outwardly cringe as she sucked the frosting off, staring at Chris as she did so. With a pained grin, you gave a curt nod.

"Well, I'll leave you the two of you be."

"Wait!" Chris called out to you. "Aren't you going on break soon? Care to join me?"

Before you could open your mouth, the girl began to whine. "But I thought we were hanging out!"

Chris pursed his lips. "Frankly, I'd rather not. I would prefer it if you would please leave me alone."

She scoffed. "So, you'd rather hang out with some cafe worker than with me? Ugh, I don't have to take this! I'm leaving! Have fun with boring conversations about coffee and pastries!"

As she sauntered off, you heard Chris heave a sigh and slump down in his chair. You bit your lip. How were you supposed to respond in this situation?

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. "I shouldn’t have made you push her away. I'll just go now."

As you were about to leave and go drown yourself in whipped cream, you heard him say, "Actually, I wanted her to leave."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "Yeah. She was making things really awkward and uncomfortable."

You gave a small laugh. "Oh good, it wasn't just me then."

Your smile widened as he laughed along with you. "Nope. Not just you. But, I was hoping you would stay."

"You want me to stay?" Your eyes widen a little at his words. Sure, it wasn't the first time the two of you spent your break talking, but this was the first time he actually articulated that he wanted to spend time with you. It made your heart skip a beat.

He nodded. "Yeah, I wanted to show you something."

You nod and sit across from him. "Is it another playlist?"

"Not exactly."

As he took out his laptop, he turned it towards you. It looked exactly like a playlist. You gave him an unimpressed look, though there was a grin still tugging at your lips.

He bashfully chuckled. "I promise while it may look like a playlist, it's not. I mean, what I mean to say is, just look at the first song."

You squinted at it and gasped. "Did you make that song?"

"Yeah, I did. I wanted you to listen to it and tell me if you like it."

As you nod, you take the headphones he offers you and put them on. He plays the song and for the next three minutes, you are transported to another world. It was like the song was calling to your soul. You couldn't help but get entranced by the music and the words, absolutely in love with everything about it. As the final notes played, you couldn't help but be a little disappointed; you wanted it to go on forever!

"Well? What did you think?" He asked as you took off the headphones, a hopeful shine in his eyes.

"It was amazing! Seriously, you have such a gift, I'm a little jealous! I could listen to it everyday if I could!"

"Really?" He sounded surprised and you nodded in response.

"Absolutely! It was so beautiful!"

He blushed and ducked his head. "Thank you. That really means a lot coming from you. Especially because I made it for you."

Your heart stuttered to a stop. "You made it for me? Really?"

He nods before looking you in the eyes, his cheeks a bright shade of red. "I didn't know how else to say it so I thought it would be easier to put it into a song. I really like you. Like, like you like you. And if you would be willing to consider, I would love to take you on a date this weekend."

You couldn't believe your ears. Was your favorite person in the entire world really just asking you on a date right now? It felt like a dream come true! You were not about to let this golden opportunity slip past you.

"Yes, I would love to go on a date with you!" You nod, your cheeks hurting from how wide your smile is. "Although, if you don't mind, I'd rather not go get coffee for our first date, seeing as it's my job."

He nods. "Oh, of course. I was actually thinking about taking you to this little bistro down the street."

"Oh, my cousin works there!"

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent."

"Wow." He laughs and shakes his head. "Well, how about I meet you there this Saturday at, say, seven?"

"I'll be there! I can't wait!"

"Me neither."

And wouldn't you know it? The next episode of his podcast was all about first dates and how much he loved going on a date with you.

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Rowaida Abdelaziz at HuffPost:

Earlier this month, the University of Southern California announced that Asna Tabassum would be the Class of 2024′s valedictorian, with a 3.98 GPA and in recognition of her community service and leadership skills. She is graduating with a major in biomedical engineering and a minor in resistance to genocide.

But on Monday, USC canceled the speech. In an announcement dated Monday, Provost Andrew Guzman said the “intensity of feelings, fueled by both social media and the ongoing conflict in the Middle East” has “created substantial risks relating to security and disruption at commencement.” “After careful consideration, we have decided that our student valedictorian will not deliver a speech at commencement. While this is disappointing, tradition must give way to safety,” he wrote. “This decision has nothing to do with freedom of speech. There is no free-speech entitlement to speak at a commencement. The issue here is how best to maintain campus security and safety, period.” The school did not elaborate further. Reached for comment, the provost’s office directed HuffPost to Guzman’s statement.

Tabassum, in an interview with HuffPost, questioned the university’s reasoning and told HuffPost she felt disappointed and let down by USC. “I am surprised that my own university – my home for four years – has abandoned me,” she said. In a statement published on Monday, Tabassum said that she was not aware of any specific threats against her or the university, and that during a meeting last Sunday, administrators told her that “the University had the resources to take appropriate safety measures for my valedictory speech, but that they would not be doing so since increased security protections is not what the University wants to ’present as an image.’” “Security and safety is also my concern. That’s consistent with my commitment to human equality and human rights. I don’t think that they’re mutually exclusive at all,” Tabassum told HuffPost. She noted that notable figures including former President Barack Obama, rap star Travis Scott and right-wing speaker Milo Yiannopoulos have all been able to visit campus grounds. [...]

A slew of universities have struggled to address students’ protests of the bombing campaign by Israeli forces in Gaza that has killed more than 33,000. In the last few months, schools have dealt with rising cases of antisemitism and Islamophobia, the deactivation of student-activist groups, suspension of staff, cases of doxxing and harassment and even reports of physical violence. This week, Columbia University’s president is set to testify at a congressional hearing about campus safety, four months after a similar hearing resulted in the resignation of two Ivy League presidents. And the Department of Education launched a series of investigations last November into several universities where students have reported antisemitic or Islamophobic incidents. Tabassum said she was denied a chance to let others see someone like her give a high-profile speech ― a South Asian hijab-wearing Muslim, someone “representative of communities and of the masses of people who never saw the institution made for them,” she told HuffPost. “I wanted to offer the hope that ... we can succeed [at] institutions like USC.”

[...] According to USC’s Annenberg Media, some students and alumni said Tabassum’s social media activity ― which includes a link to a pro-Palestinian page ― was antisemitic. Guzman, however, wrote that this decision was made “based on various criteria ― which did not include social media presence.” Since the university’s decision, Tabassum said she’s been overwhelmed by messages of both support and hate. People from her elementary school who she hasn’t spoken to in a decade reached out. Others have taken to Instagram to speculate about her ethnic background and her political views, and to applauded the university’s decision to revoke her invitation.

The USC's asinine decision rescinding Valedictorian Asna Tabassum's chance to make a speech is craven cowardice to Islamophobia and Israel Apartheid apologia all because of her support for Palestine.

See Also:

The Guardian: Backlash as USC cancels valedictorian’s speech over support for Palestine

#USC #University of Southern California #Asna Tabassum #Palestine #Islamophobia #Israel/Hamas War #Ceasefire NOW Protests #Israel/Hamas War Protests #Israel Apartheid #Cancel Culture

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Omg the snippet of the comatose hero was so angsty that I loved it!!, Sorry to bother you again but I was wondering if you could do a part 2 (only if you want, no pressure at all ^^”)

awww thank you so much!! you’re too sweet! and you’re absolutely not bothering me with writing requests lol these have been making my day ☕️💕

part one is here | can be read as a stand-alone

tws: injury, murder, hospitals, blood, panic attacks, and INSANE amounts of angst

The first thing Hero noticed was the burning in their back.

Okay, everything burned, but the the burning on their back was like hellfire itself. A scream bubbled up in their throat and they immediately bit their lip, metallic blood flooding their mouth and drawing out a cough.

There was beeping by their bedside, increasingly fast in pace. That sound triggered noise in the doorway, then a rush of footsteps and voices that all sounded unfamiliar and far too loud.

Hero covered their ears with a pillow, pressed their head to the mattress, and choked back tears. Everything went to black again.

–

The next time Hero awoke, there was an odd, heavy haze over them, like moving through water. They tried to glance around the room, but their eyelids felt too heavy. The beeping remained steady.

This time, there was another noise.

Someone was crying.

“I don’t know how to live without you.”

They tried to open their eyes, but sleep pulled them to nothingness again.

–

Hero was awake again, their body was still too weighted to move. Their eyes were unopenable.

“I killed them.”

That same voice again. Hero fought to listen. To stay awake.

“Someone snitched. I knew they would, eventually. Not that it was that hard to find out, anyways.”

Who were they talking about?

“The audacity of some minor league criminal setting up a trap like that. Who the hell blows up a whole building just to get to you? What were they hoping to accomplish?”

That’s right, there was an explosion. It all seemed fuzzy now.

“I’m… They confirmed no one else was hurt. I didn’t really care, but I figure you would.”

You sound hurt.

“I miss you.”

I miss you too.

–

As Hero woke up once more, their eyes opened a sliver and it felt like the light was piercing them from every angle. They let out a strained cry, shutting them tightly to no relief.

The monitor beeped louder, unfamiliar voices returned, but this time, Herp managed a word.

“Villain,” they rasped, voice scratchy with disuse.

Sleep’s embrace was warm and thoughtless.

– ☕️ –

This was Villains eighth visit since Monday.

(Yes, it was only Wednesday. Unimportant, really.)

The doctors called and told them Hero had been awake. So it was 3am, what did it matter? They’d arrived within minutes, the doctors leaving them alone as they walked into the room.

Villain sat down quietly at the chair that hadn’t left it’s position since a week ago when this whole nightmare hard started.

Beep…. beep…. beep…

They glanced at Hero’s heart-rate monitor. Steady. Oxygen levels much higher than earlier today. They sighed quietly, looking back at their counterparts’ sleeping face.

At least they look peaceful like this.

Like Villain had done all the nights before, they reached forward and laced their fingers gingerly together with a yawn.

They’d stay for a couple of hours.

Their eyes fluttered shut, leaning back in their chair a bit.

“V’llan?”

Immediately, their eye were open, staring at their bedridden rival who peered back, semi-conscious. They started moving to reach toward Villain, who was immediately up and inches away from them.

“Shit, hero, stay still–”

“Why’re you… You came?”

The breathless sound of a heart breaking. “Of course I came.”

Hero stared at them, eyes cloudy. “Why?”

Now that was the million dollar question.

At a moments silence, the crimefighter shook their head pleadingly. “Don’t stop talking. I’m so sleepy, pl’se keep talking. Don’t have to tell me. Just talk. So much easier to be awake when you talk…”

Villain sputtered. “You- Ah. Well. I’m here because…”

“You heard me call out?”

“You… asked for me?”

Hero nodded, looking off at the ceiling.

“Why did you ask for me?”

“Didn’t have anybody else to ask for.”

Another blow to the gut, this time leaving Villain to wince. “No, I didn’t come because you asked. I would’ve, if I’d known.”

“So?”

“I… You’d have done the same for me.”

A quiet chuckle. “Tha’s not it. You’re lyin’. Your ears go red when you’re lyin’.”

That was new. Villain flushed. “They what?”

“C’monn… You know my tells by now too. You gotta.”

“I most certainly do not– how long have you known that for?”

“Last Feburary.”

“You didn’t say anything?”

“Nope…” With a pop on the ‘O’.

“Why not?”

“I asked the first question!”

“You said I didn’t have to answer it,” Villian replied curtly.

“I was lyin’. You answer first. Why’d you come?”

“I…” They sighed, looking off to the side. What the hell, like they’re gonna remember this anyways? “I love you.”

For the first time since Hero woke up, there was a full moments silence. They stared, blinking furiously, and exhaled in a shaky noise.

A… laugh?

Villain stared, feeling their face heat up in humiliation. That was a laugh. They were laughing!

“Fuck, Hero, you could’ve just said–”

“I didn’t tell you about your ears turning red because it’s so goddamn cute!”

Villain froze, mouth falling slightly agape. “You..?”

“I thought it was cute, and I didn’t wanna tease you over it because I thought maybe I’d slip up and tell you how much I love it! Love you! Oops, look, I just did,” Hero giggled, then contentedly yawned and started to close their eyes.

Their counterpart scrambled. “Don’t just go back to sleep!”

“Can’t go back to sleep, I’m already ‘sleep. This can’t be anything but a good dream.”

“Hero–“

“G’night, Villain.”

Just like that, their breathing leveled out and a quiet snore echoed through the room. Villain stood once again in silence, mind reeling. They flexed their hand once, twice. Pinched themselves.

Ow.

So they weren’t asleep either.

Dazed, they walked back to their beside seat and sat. Stared at the ceiling. Glanced at their counterpart. This time, a small fond smile formed on their lips.

God, I hope they remember this in the morning.

#hero x villain #writeblr #enemies to lovers #writing requests #writers on tumblr #happy ending #part 2 #hurt comfort #villian x hero #heavily requested 🫶🫶

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moonficrecs · 10 months

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Favourite One-Shot/Drabble 🌙

╰┈➤ including one shot, two shot, and three shot ~ >~

╰┈➤ all are my favourite, you better check em out :D

⊰ ︵ ʬʬ ੭

'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'

♡̶ ⌯ ◠ ২

This is Part 1

Addicted by @sparklingchim - your boyfie jungkook fucking you silly.

Forever heart by @sparklingchim - after leaving jungkook you thought you'd never see him again, but here you are, visiting hometown after three years, and back in his arms.

Definition of love by @sparklingchim - blurting out big news at a family gathering was not how this was supposed to go - well, it's not like you had a plan to start with but...

Lucky one by @sparklingchim - you're horny, but lucky you, you have jungkook waiting for you in bed.

Could’ve been us by @sparklingchim - two years after breaking up with jungkook you meet again. and things get very naughty... you're sure he changed a lot in these years, but you didn't expect THAT twist when thinking about his new gained maturity.

Lovestruck by @sparklingchim - jungkook wants you. and who were you to deny him? of course you'd let him fuck you.

Off league by @hansolmates - you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation.

A hero’s journey by @hansolmates - jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story

Strictly platonic by @jeonqkooks - Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

Fool me once by @jeonqkooks - You never expect anything from Jungkook, but somehow he always manages to let you down.

The weekend by @chryblossomjjk - every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

Imagine by @chryblossomjjk - jungkook wants nothing more than to spend your anniversary cuddled up in a fancy hotel bathroom, eating takeout and binge watching tv shows. you, on the other hand, have something more exciting in mind.

Self bet by @sxtaep - your overconfident self challenges jungkook to a bet; a bet that involved intimacy and bare bodies. All that confidence slipped just as quick as your self control.

Faceless beauty by @sxtaep - jungkook was an avid supporter of your onlyfans content, except he didn’t know it was you, one of his closest friends, parading her body on the internet for the world to see.

Ex for a reason by @sxtaep - after breaking up over multiple differences, jungkook spots you in the club with another man, but he was over you. right?

Torn veil by @sxtaep - getting married at five months pregnant probably wasn’t the best idea you had, and as expected; one minor setback and you felt like everything was falling apart.

Wild thoughts by @sxtaep - sometimes, being an esteemed photographer had its ups and downs. this time, it was a bit of both.

The hating game by @sxtaep - working together with your biggest competition was not something you saw yourself doing often. but fucking him one late night at office? never in a million years.

Back to the start by @sxtaep - after your divorce, you came to realise no one was more perfect for you than jungkook.

Peeky Blinders by @sxtaep - how much longer was jungkook gonna keep the knot on his self control?

Between roommates by @kooktrash - you’ve got a crush on kim namjoon. Namjoon being jungkook’s friend, jungkook being your roommate. things get complicated somewhere down the line that leaves him regretting pushing you toward his own friend when he wants you just as bad. as roommates he knows you shouldn’t, but damn did he really want you.

My dear friend by @kooktrash - just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

Never again by @kooktrash - jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

The act of falling by @kooktrash - what was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.

Campus affairs by @kooktrash - you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didn’t expect much excitement out for. that’s until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.

Fighting heart by @kooktrash - never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

୨୧ ‧ ִ ۫✭ 🌙 . ° ࣪. ♡ ꕤ

< I have so many more and it will be in Part 2! I can list down the whole masterlist of these writers but tadaaa here for you and me!! please please do check em out! Thankyou! and Enjoy ;D >

#moonficrecs #fic recs #jungkook #bts fic #jungkook x reader

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The FAQ for 2024~ Check the dates!

Full text below the cut!

What is Criminal Minds x DC Week?

CMxDC Week is a week-long fandom event combining the two properties of Criminal Minds and DC Comics - from the Justice League to the BatFam and everything in between!

How do I participate?

A list of prompts will be provided, as chosen by a small group of writers and artists in the Birdwatchers Discord server! There are a total of four prompts (three traditional and one quote) for each of the seven days to mix and match as you please. You may post them whenever you like during the duration of the event. If you post on Archive of our Own (AO3), please add your work to the collection, CMxDC 2024. If you crosspost on Tumblr, make sure to tag #cmxdc2024 and @ this blog so we can be notified and reblog you!

Does it have to be fanfic?

Nope! Art, moodboards, podfics - if you create it, we want to see it!

When does the event run?

The event will begin Monday January 29, 2024 and end Sunday February 4, 2024.

Can I combine prompts?

Please do! In fact, if you think you won’t be able to do all the days, feel free to combine them too.

Can I combine these prompts with other events?

Sure! I’m sure there are other events out there, so go wild.

Can I include NSFW/Dark content?

Sure can! Given the source material, NSFW and dark content are to be expected at times. However, for safety and courtesy reasons, we do ask that you refrain from submitting sexual content involving minors. With everything else, please be considerate and appropriately rate and tag your works. If you attempt to submit something that falls under this subject or is not properly tagged, we will remove it from the collection and will not reblog.

Do you have any special tags associated with this event?

Yes:

#cmxdc2024 - anything regarding the event

#cmxdc faq - answering questions about the event (including asks)

#cmxdc submission - submissions posted for the event

What if I have more questions?

Please send us an ask on Tumblr and we'll get back to you when we can!

#cmxdc2024 #cmxdc faq #criminal minds #dc #criminal minds x dc #cmxdc

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pokemonwearingsportsmerch · 2 months

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#clauncher #Jersey Shore Blue Claws #baseball #minor league monday

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 1 year

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between the lines | prologue

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy; minors dni.

masterlist | next chapter

Prologue

“You were at Wembley yesterday?”

“Yep. And I’ll be covering the final as well. Manchester derby!” Victor raises his pint glass in my direction as I sit down. Victor, Sebastian – our other friend at the pub table – and I were ESPN spanish correspondents, covering the Premier League. This has been my first season in England; After leaving Spain a few years ago, right after college, I worked practically everywhere that matters: Italy, France, Germany. Coming to England was bound to happen eventually.

“Well, I’m kinda covering a final too. I’ll be at the Etihad on Wednesday.” I brag to my fellow coworkers. Manchester City will be playing Arsenal in what is the most anticipated game in the Prem this season, it’s a head-to-head, title decider kind of match. And I’m lucky enough to be working in it.

“Damn, I wish I got that game.” Victor whistles.

The beautiful coincidence of it all is that my older brother, Carlos, has been living in Manchester with his wife Sienna for the past 3 years, and last year they welcomed into the world my first niece, Lucía. I don’t have a big family, in fact, it’s just Carlos and I now. So, when I heard that I was going to be an aunt, the move to England felt more like a blessing and less like my bosses back in Spain cutting costs on reporters.

“Honestly I can’t wait to use the term ‘bottled’.” Sebastian says grinning and I immediately answer, throwing a french fry at his overall direction.

“You’re a Tottenham supporter, Seb, shut the fuck up.”

“Alright, no need to get personal, let’s all calm down.”

After spending monday night at the pub, as usual, I go back to my – mind you – charmingly decorated studio apartment. That’s my favorite part about constantly moving, getting a new place in a new country turns my life into a blank canva. I can be a totally new person every time. This time I went with a ‘earth tones’ palette for the decor. I’m an earth tone apartment type of woman now. It 's exciting.

As I lay in bed, I found myself unable to sleep. The problem is that the cause of my insomnia has an Instagram profile. In all of my years working with football I have never been so attracted to a player like this. It 's revolting. It 's humiliating. I’ve lost count of how many times I had to interview him this season, and every single time I was blushing like a complete idiot. And it keeps getting worse. Rúben Dias has made me lose sleep for weeks in a row now. So I open the Insta app once again and stare at his ridiculous topless pictures for way too long trying to calm myself down. I tap my own belly, now filled with beer and french fries, and laugh at myself. It’s never ever going to happen, I really need to get over myself.

#between the lines #rúben dias #ruben dias #football fic #football fanfic #ruben dias fic

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“Angel or devil?”

A/n: Damn, I- I’m frothing at the mouth. This is WAYYY to hot. like omg, I just can’t believe I wrote this. Pure smut with our favorite salary man??? YES PLEASEEEE

Nanami Kento x fem reader

w.c: 1.7k words

WARNING: NSFW (minors DNI). vaginal sex. fingering. slight bruising. creampie. nipple play. degradation kink. choking. dom! nanami. pussy slap ig?

summary: work is shit, but maybe just maybe you could change nanami’s thoughts about work. are you his new entertainment?

playlist suggested to listen while you read this <3

Work was your life basically, yes you did have friends and lived a nice life but you spent almost all your time working, studying and preparing. You actually liked going to work, and everything was great, until it wasn’t. Your boss had to send you to another department.

“You’ve been doing great. I think you’re ready for the big leagues” She said smiling, but she really had sent you straight to hell, everyone kept away from that department because the boss was the worst. Even his superiors were scared of him. He loved to torture new employees and make the life of everyone hell.

You had been doing great, and they decided it was time for you to climb up higher. Which it meant that you would have a better salary, and work harder, but the only problem you had was that stupid man. You would start Monday on your new post.

Monday came real fast, and there you were sitting at a new desk, it had a better view and some more space. You were arranging some of the little plants you had on your last desk, and some pictures with friends when suddenly you heard him clearing his throat.

“No personal pictures are allowed here, and take those hideous weeds from your desk” Your new boss said, what a jerk.

“But there’s nothing on the office regulations that prohibits them” You replied, immediately regretting to open your stupid mouth.

“Didn’t you hear me girl, get that shit away from my sight” He raised his voice and left. You couldn’t believe this, was that his way of saying welcome? You were deeply considering going back to your last post, it wasn’t too late.

The days, and weeks passed. You stayed positive and did what you were best at, working and doing everything perfectly. And even though it was considerably harder, you actually felt like you were growing and learning more. But you didn’t like your boss, he was the worst, he treated you like nothing and he hardly said a word to you. At least he never complained about your work.

One night, you were doing some more work just so you could leave early on Friday, your boss was still there too, you didn’t even care what he was doing as long as he would let you leave early. So when you finally finished the paperwork and you were ready to leave, your boss called you into his office.

What the hell those he want now? You thought as you walked slowly to his office.

“Close the door, now” He commanded, he had no expression on his face. He then signaled you to take a seat.

“What’s your name?” You couldn’t believe what he was asking you, how could he not know your name, you were working for- “I asked you something” He said.

“I’m Y/n, sir” You replied calmly, even though you were kind of pissed at how terrible this man was.

“Well, I have to say Y/n, that you have been doing an excellent job” You couldn’t believe his words, was he kidding? was this real?

“Ah..thank you sir” You replied, not being able to hide the little smile you had on your face.

“Don’t you hate this job? Coming every day to do the same shit?” He asked you, was this some kind of test? You didn’t know what was going on.

“No, not really. I actually love working and this place.” You answered, and it was a genuine answer. You had always dreamed of working for this company and you had achieved it.

“I don’t believe you at all, that mask you wear all the time, the good and quiet girl. I know deep down you are loud and you like to misbehave, just like everyone else” You were stunned, you couldn’t say anything to that. Mostly because yeah, you had a dark past that you really wanted to erase and never go back to ,ever. “But I could help you with that, you know” He continued saying as he stood up and walked towards where you were sitting. He placed his hands on both armrests.

“Sir-” You wanted to say, but he interrupted you and started kissing you. His lips tasted like mint and he smelled expensive, and as much as you wanted to stop you couldn’t ,some part of you didn’t want it to stop, it wanted more and more of him.

Your hands traveled to his shirt, to try to unbutton it but he stopped you. “You don’t get to do that, got it, bitch?” He said as he took off his tie and restrained your hands with it, you nodded. He then started unbuttoning his shirt, giving you what you wanted. He then continued to unbutton your shirt leaving you only with your sheer bralette, revealing your nipples eager to be touched by his hands. You whimpered just thinking about it.

“Didn’t know you were such a little whore, I haven’t even touched you” He said snickering, as he grazed your tits with his fingers, teasing and rubbing on your nipples slowly taking them between his finger pads and squeezing them until they were hard. Your breathing had increased, you moaned in his mouth as he continued to kiss you wildly, his tongue and your tongue exploring each other’s mouths.

You could feel your panties already wet, in need of more than just him playing with your nipples, you wanted him to ruin you, to fuck you until your legs were shaking.

“Say it, I know you’re thinking it, just fucking say it” He said, holding your jaw with such strength forcing you to look straight into his eyes.

“Fuck me, please, sir” You said in a low voice, desperate for him to rip the rest of your clothes off you and take you there in his office. He then smiled and cleared his desk, throwing all the papers, his computer and the rest to the floor. Then he carried you to the desk, and opened your legs. He savored the view, the outline of your cunt in those wet panties waiting to be fucked. He licked his lips as he took off the remaining of your clothes leaving you completely naked on his cold wooden desk.

“Don’t make too much noise, or else you’re going to pay for it” He whispered in your ear, making you squirm, as he lowered his hand all the way to your cunt, he then moved his fingers through your slit, feeling the sweet juices smeared all over your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me” He said as he entered two fingers knuckle deep inside you, curling them only to make you buck your hips as, for him to reach that sweet spot inside you. He moved his fingers in and out of your velvety walls, you could hear the squelching of your juices and his groans as he fucked you with his fingers. Your moans filling the room, getting louder with each pump.

“Shut up” He suddenly yelled, as he choked you. “You’re going to get us into trouble, do you want that, whore?” He whispered in your ear as you muffled another moan. He then placed your panties in your mouth. “That will shut you up for a while” He said and continued to pump inside you with his fingers, and rubbing on your clit with his thumb. You didn’t know how much more you could take until you reached your peak, but you knew you were close.

You clenched around his fingers, feeling as the coil on your belly was about to snap, you arched your back getting him to touch that sweet spot over and over, but he completely stopped. You let out a groan, feeling frustrated as you were about to cum.

“Who the hell told you you could move?” He slapped your pussy, making you whine at the stinging pain, but for some reason you wanted more so you pressed your thighs together, creating friction making him watch you as you tried to release yourself.

He then stopped you with a strong grip he pulled your legs apart, you could swear his fingers were piercing through your skin and it would definitely leave bruises the next that. But all you wanted was for him to pull you apart.

“Let’s see if this will make you behave” Nanami said as he took off his belt and unzipped his pants, to then reveal the bulge waiting to be released. You could already imagine his cock as you looked at the outline of his underwear, you were drooling just from thinking about it.

He then removed his underwear, revealing his cock, thick and veiny just as you had imagined. His tip red and drooling with precum. And even though he would deny it, he had been eager to fuck you since you entered his office, to ruin you until he drained his cock inside you.

He pumped his cock a few times, and then he slowly lined up with you. “Take it, like the good girl you think you are” He said in a low raspy voice, as he made way into your gummy walls, the pain only lasted a few moments, but it felt so good. He filled you up completely.

His thrusts were hard and fast, tears ran down your cheeks from pleasure as he kept fucking you fiercely making you completely his. Making you completely forget about that hate you had been feeling for him from the moment you met him, or maybe you still hated him but now for other reason, that he fucked you this good and had you fully at his mercy. He had picked up a rhythm as he thrusted into you, while rubbing and pressing your clit as he marked your neck, sinking his teeth on your silky skin.

Suddenly you felt his hot cum inside you, filling you completely as he continued to fuck you, you moaned until you almost lost your voice, your toes curling as the coil on your belly snapped arching your back for his cock further inside you, almost feeling him on your throat, until he stopped.

“Now leave, and don’t say a word about this, let’s keep it as our little secret” He said as he started to dress.

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The ominous-looking SR 71 was first called Habu by the native islanders. They are referring to an indigenous snake on their island of Okinawa called the Habu. Early in the program, many outsiders called the SR-71 the Blackbird. If you use the term “Habu,” Senior Crown ( code word for the program) would know that you were informed about more than what had been publicly disclosed.

The thrust above 30,000 pounds in just one engine of the SR-71 delivered more than the combined thrust of all six engines on the B-47. Several early pilots were previously B-47 pilots, as told in the book “Velocity Speed with Direction” about General Jerome O’Malley, written by Al Casey, who said,” The B-47 was the minor league's SR -71 was in the big leagues.

In 1968, Senior Crown prepared to go 0L-8 OL, which stands for Operation Landing. The location for the operations landing was Okinawa. This began the theater of operations for the SR 71 during the Vietnam War.

The first SR-71 pilot on the list was Buddy Brown with his RSO David Jensen; this was the select team. Second on the list were Jerry O’Malley and Ed Payne.

Third was Robert “Bob” Spencer and Ruel Branham.The backup crew was Jim Watkins and David Dempster.

On Monday, March 18, 0L-8 was ordered to fly the first combat mission. The crew was Buddy Brown and David Jensen, but higher-up headquarters canceled the combat mission. Then, the backup crew of O’Malley and Payne were next on the list. They flew the first mission over North Vietnam and the demilitarized zone DMZ. Ed Payne ( RSO) reported his defense equipment tracked FAN- SONG radar associated with SA-2 SAMs, with fortunately no lock-on. They made it on the way home to Kadena. O’Malley was dismayed to learn. The Kadena base was totally fogged in, and after a flyby, a Kadena they were deferred to Taiwan. The mission was successful.

The SR 71 continued to fly operational missions until 1990.

All the brave men who flew and their tremendous support team behind them are heroes.🇺🇸🇺🇸

written by Linda Sheffield Miller

Source: Al Casey‘s book “Velocity, speed with direction.”

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solitarelee · 2 years

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Sol/Lee's One Stop Source For 'There Are Mushrooms Growing In My Skull' Updates

Hey guys, I'm briefly able to be upright and at the computer so I'm going to try and do a short little timeline of the past few weeks that I can just link to people. It'll be my temporary pinned post and I'll keep updating it, so check back here if you want the latest news.

Last Update 7:30pm 7/25

Current status: Pain briefly 12/10, back to 8/10, difficulty eating, difficulty sleeping, nauseous, severely dizzy, moderate to severe hearing loss, hole in both ear drums

TWs for: medical, hospital, medical malpractice, infection, fungus/parasite, suicide/suicidal ideation, body horror

The evening of Sunday, July 10th, I notice some tenderness in my right ear. I ignore it, assuming a scratch, and sleep with earplugs as usual. By the night of Monday, July 11th, the pain has worsened so I elect to go to urgent care the next day, presuming I have developed an ear infection.

Tuesday, July 12th, I go to the urgent care for the first time. My discomfort is minor, the doctor prescribes me antibiotic ear drops.

Thursday, July 14th, I return to the urgent care. My right ear is worsening and the infection has spread (I am corrected firmly that it has not "spread") to my left ear. I am concerned about the worsening symptoms but am told it's only been two days. The second nurse examines my ears and says that the right ear is an outer ear infection and the left is an inner, so I will need antibiotic pills on top of the ear drops, which I am to continue using.

Condition continues to worsen, however, I maintain course, cancelling my birthday plans and waiting for the meds to kick in. In the meantime, I am unable to sleep due to the pain, and haven't slept more than a few hours in a row since Sunday night. My jaw can't fully close and I am on a liquid diet. Near midnight July 19th, Tuesday, one week after initial appointment, I notice strange discharge. Against all good advise, I prod a q-tip gently into my ear. It comes back covered in black spores. Terrified, I check the other side. Black spores. Frantic and suspecting my ear infection is not bacterial but fungal, I make another appointment at an urgent care.

July 20th I go to see my third nurse practitioner, blackened q-tip in hand. I am concerned about the worsening symptoms but am told it's only been seven days. However, the nurse also seems concerned and does an exam. She says the blackness does not look like fungus, but like "some kind of black scabbing." She admits she's never seen a fungal infection, or this, before, and refers to me to an ENT, saying it's out of her league and I need to see a specialist right away. She takes a sample to send off for culture. She prescribes me a different kind of antibiotic ear drop to use in the meantime.

I immediately begin calling the recommended ENTs, however I am quickly informed that Medicaid does not accept referrals from urgent care and I need to see a primary care doctor in order to get a referral. At this point, I have what I believe to be wholly untreated fungus growing in my ears, and am getting frantic as both the pain and my psychological distress worsens. I call my primary's office and leave a message. They call back, and I explain the situation, however, the soonest appointment my primary has is August 1st, 12 days away. I explain the situation again and ask if she can just recommend me to an ENT without seeing me, based on the urgent care referral. I am told she cannot. Frantic and frustrated, I tell the clerk I'll just have to go to the ER instead. She hesitates, and then suggests I just see "any doctor" who can see me fast enough. I eagerly agree, having been under the impression due to previous experience that doctors at this particular practice have to have "new patient" appointments before they can see you for something like this. Mercifully, the clerk schedules me to see another doctor in the office the afternoon of the next day.

By this point the pain is excruciating, and I am unable to sleep or eat. My mother is now deeply concerned by all this and drives me to the doctor herself as I'm becoming delirious from pain, lack of food and lack of sleep, and am certainly in no condition to drive. July 21st, I arrive at the new doctor. I'm examined again; according to my appointment records both ear drums are fully obscured due to brown debris and thick white discharge. The doctor seems alarmed by the state of my ears. After leaving for a moment to look at some medical books, the doctor returns and tells me it looks like I have a fungal ear infection. She says it was likely exacerbated by the antibiotics and to stop them immediately and not start the new prescribed one (which wasn't ready due to several pharmacy delays). She tells me on no uncertain terms I need to see an ENT immediately to clean the debris and fungus out of the ear, and prescribes me antifungal ear drops. The medical assistant comes to me after a long wait and tells me that she's gotten me an August 16th appointment with an ENT, but knows it's not good enough and will continue trying, and call me when she finds something better. Thanking them both, I leave, get a bit of food, and head home.

The pharmacy informs us that they do not have the antifungal in stock and it will need to be mail ordered. That evening, the doctor's assistant (ilu Melissa) informs me she's gotten me an appointment on Monday morning with an ENT just over the state border that can accept my insurance anyway. (Finding doctors that take Unicare/Medicaid is a major struggle.)

Overnight Thursday, the pain continues to worsen. At this point it has been severe for days and is growing steadily worse. It feels like my head is full of glass shards, the pain is hot and burning and scratchy and stabby. I feel as though every canal in my head is full of acid and steel wool. The pain has spread into my throat and swallowing is becoming difficult to impossible. I briefly lose consciousness early in the morning, blacking out from the pain, and am relieved, praying that I'm either dying or entering a coma so I can escape the pain. I awaken later to even worse pain, and begin frantically calling every emergency room and pharmacy in the state, asking for help and trying to find anyone that has the drops in stock.

Around 8:30AM I make the decision to go to the ER, despite having been warned there's possibly not anything that they can do. I am afraid the fungus is in my throat as well and even if I get the ear drops, it will grow there untreated until Monday when I can go to the ENT. An increasingly frantic mother drives me to the ER on the morning of July 22nd.

I arrive at the ER slightly delirious from pain and lack of sleep. I'm checked in immediately as they have empty rooms (thank g-d) and am seen relatively quickly. The doctor is unable to tell if there's anything in my throat as he doesn't have a scope, I am informed that an ENT could tell and tell him that I have an ENT on Monday. He is relieved I managed to get in to see one so quickly. After discussing courses of action with me, we settle on giving me an oral antifungal to try and keep any possible infections from worsening before I can see the ENT.

Towards the end of the emergency room visit, the pain killers (I'd been on 600mg of ibuprofen + 500mg tylenol constantly for the past two weeks) I was on were wearing off, and I began to, for lack of a better word, "freak out," pushing and clawing at my ears as the pain worsened and worsened. I was, thank g-d, given narco (tylenol+hydrocodeine) for the pain and discharged.

Friday morning still, I stumble to the car and am driven home by my mother, who's Pretty Freaked Out as I slip in and out of consciousness, groaning in pain as I wait for the medication to kick in. Everything is a black and red, sharp haze full of barbed wire, and I hope again that I'm dying.

We manage to get me home and into bed. I lay stock still, gripping my mother's hand, as it makes the pain lessen. Slowly, the pain medicine begins to kick in, taking the sharpest edges off the pain. Some birthday presents from friends have arrived, lightening my mood somewhat, and mom manages to get me to eat. I pass out for a bit, and wake up to a call from the pharmacy. My meds are ready: all of them. I stay conscious long enough to tell my mother, and then pass out again immediately (probably thanks to the hydrocodeine lol). I wake up at 4pm to medicine, which I take immediately, and then pass back out.

At time of writing it's 5AM July 23rd. I've had two rounds of oral anti-fungals and two rounds of ear drop anti-fungals. The pain is still present but is slowly lessening. It's well below "kill me now, put me down like a tortured dog" levels, which I appreciate greatly. I've been able to stand up to get to the computer to type this. I still can't really hear out of either ear (the sound is muffled, more than when I'm wearing ear plugs. all I can hear is my own heartbeat). However, despite a bunch of pretty wild side effects (I cried for almost 18 hours straight, even while unconscious! it wasn't out of pain, the crying felt like relief), I am definitely improving, although I can't tell which medicine is doing it (it's probably all of them).

UPDATE 6PM July 23rd: I'm currently oozing a pretty insane amount out of my right ear. It is brown and disgusting but probably a good sign. It hurts more in that ear too, probably due to the oozing. Sometimes I wake up feeling pretty good and can move around, but within abt 30 minutes of activity I get very sleepy again. Think I'm continuing on the upward swing, though, and plan to just. Keep sleeping.

UPDATE 3:30AM July 24th: Currently in a rough patch because the ER doctor didn't actually give me enough pain meds to last til my doctor appt. They're every 4-6 hours; if I'd taken them every 4 I'd have run out halfway thru Saturday. Even taking them every 6, I'd run out Sunday night. It's frustrating to because there were 9 pills, you can tell he did the math to see exactly how few he could get away with giving me to "get me" to Monday. There are a lot of complicated reasons for this but they mostly come down to "legislated eugenics in the guise of fighting the 'opioid epidemic.'" So anyway I'm rationing out about 2.5 hours of agony between pills to make them stretch. I'm not very happy about it.

Anyway, in a lot of pain. Dizzy. My hearing is getting a lot worse, I can barely hear anyone anymore. Being temporarily hard of hearing is more annoying than genuinely inconvenient but it'd really suck if I had to go anywhere. I can hear inside my own head just fine so I think it's just be blocked. Did I mention I'm dizzy? So, so dizzy. Both ears expelling a lot of unpleasant brown liquid that I assume is that color bc it's dead fungus. If the doctor does clean out my ears Monday I feel like it's gonna be INSANE.

The horror of the situation has settled into an unreal sort of mundanity as the constant naps make a few days feel like a few weeks. My friends are making a lot of jokes, mostly about Resident Evil. Crow has named the infestation "Steve." I can feel it becoming just one more thing that's gone wrong with me. IDK what it says about me or my ability to cope that I can experience my biggest lifelong fear and wind up just tired about it within a few days. I guess if you almost die enough times, your brain becomes slippery to the trauma. If I try to think about the reality of it, my brain just turns into a completely smooth orb and it slips off to the side. I may be describing PTSD. Oh well.

UPDATE 4:30PM July 24th: The pain has definitely gone down in my ears. It's still present and stabby but it's getting more manageable, and just in time since I've been running out of pain pills. I think it might have been those pills that were making me so hungry, also, because now that I've been weaning off of them my appetite is shot and it's a struggle to eat again, which is worrying my mom. I'm going to try and make myself eat after I finish writing this.

My hearing is definitely getting worse, although I do hear some mysterious popping from inside my ears sometimes that is probably drainage or something. It is really hard to hear; if I'm talking or breathing or my stomach is gurgling I can't hear a damn thing coming in from the outside world. It's mostly annoying because I have to keep asking people to repeat themselves.

ENT is tomorrow morning, so the next update you guys see from me will probably have a lot of info. Pray for me or sacrifice a goat in my name or whatever it is yall do!

UPDATE 1PM July 25th: This'll be a long one so buckle up. It's also going to be kinda gross. There won't be a tl;dr but I'll try to emphasize important bits. So I went to the ENT. It was part of a huge complex and I was sent to the wrong building and had to hoof it half a mile to the right one, but it was fine other than wearing me out. The campus was very pretty and had good sidewalks, at least.

The ENT saw me basically instantaneously, took one look in the ears, and began to vacuum. Yes, vacuum. It was one of the single most bizarre and disturbing sensations of my life. I could feel liquid, yes, but also somewhat large chunks getting pulled out of my ears. Occasionally one would be too large for the vacuum and she'd have to pause to de-clog. As I expected, it wasn't exactly a one stop fix, but it was able to clear things out enough for us to at least see a bit more of what was up.

Some of it's what we already know: I have a pretty severe fungal infection. It is in there. They have set up a home base in my skull and it's going to be a long process to get them out, anti-fungals and weekly vacuuming for as long as it takes, which will probably be a while. I personally expect to be at this for at least a month.

Bad news: I have a brand new hole in my left eardrum. At some point during the infection, it ruptured (no wonder I was in such intense pain). That could (and probably already has) lead to complications such as the fungus spreading places we really would rather it not go. We'll be monitoring it closely, and I'm following up with my primary (or rather, Dr. James, since she knows what's up already) to see what I can do to keep an eye on potential infections in my sinuses, nose, or like, yknow. Blood, bones, and brain. Ideally it won't come to that. Ideally, the rupture will heal on its own, but for right now all we can do is keep an eye on it. Once the infection is fully gone, then we can talk options.

My ears are wild due to the amount that was sucked out and the amount that's still in. Things are lose in there and shifting around and blockages are changing sides and one side is clearing and then clogging and the other is clogging then clearing. It'll probably only continue to be weird as I continue to treat it with anti-fungals that will kill and knock more loose. The end result is that I'm very off-balance and extremely disoriented, unable to tell what direction any sounds are coming from.

So I guess I do have a tl;dr for you: tl;dr, I still have fungus in my head and I will probably for a while yet. I'll keep updating this post, maybe not daily, but regularly, whenever there's an update. Honestly I think it will do me good to have a place to organize my thoughts, although after this I'll start doing updates in a reblog instead of just making this top post longer and longer.

This has been a pretty traumatic experience for me, just due to it being one of my personal biggest fears, and also just the ongoing anxiety of not knowing the answers to big questions like "will my hearing come back fully" and "are there any mushrooms in very important places." I appreciate the support, and some ongoing gentleness as I continue to deal with this while also starting school back up and stuff.

#solitaretalk

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by Luke Tress

Leading US Jewish groups on Monday said they had filed a lawsuit against a large California school district alleging the school’s board covertly approved anti-Israel curricula, deliberately depriving the Jewish community and others of their legal right to weigh in on the controversial lesson plans.

The lawsuit against Orange County’s Santa Ana Unified School District sought to overturn the curricula, in the latest salvo in a years-long battle over the handling of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, and Jewish American representation, in ethnic studies courses in California schools.

The Anti-Defamation League, the American Jewish Committee, the legal advocacy group the Louis D. Brandeis Center for Human Rights Under Law, and Maryland’s Potomac Law Group filed the lawsuit on Friday, claiming the courses include materials biased against Jews and Israelis that veer into antisemitism.

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The lawsuit claims the school district passed the curricula for four high school courses earlier this year without providing proper notification to the public, as required by law. The Brown Act, California’s open meeting law, requires school boards to inform the public about educational agenda and plans so the community can provide input and participate in the decision-making process.

The educators were aware of potential objections from the Jewish community to the content, but avoided engaging with community members, the lawsuit said, citing material obtained from a public records request. The board’s course and curriculum subcommittee notes from October 2022 included the comment, “Address the Jewish Question — do we have to create a response,” and recommended consulting with two outside groups who had previously supported the curricula, but not with Jews.

The “Jewish question” is a term with a long antisemitic history.

Other minority groups were not discussed in the same way. For a course on Native American history, the notes included the comment, “Yes can ask for help from Native American local community, but make sure to vet them.”

The lawsuit also said the board had deliberately removed an educational unit on Arab and Muslim Americans from course materials presented to the public, which the board would have expected to be controversial.

The curricula include “one-sided anti-Israel screeds and propaganda” that say Israel is a racist, settler-colonial state that “stole” land from Palestinians and carries out unprovoked warfare against Palestinians. All but one of the approved classes is currently being taught in the school district, the lawsuit said.

When community members found out about the school board’s decisions and appeared at a board meeting, they were subjected to harassment and intimidation, the lawsuit said, claiming the board failed to adequately protect members of the public at the hearing, in another violation of the Brown Act.

At a general board meeting on May 23, members of the public employed harsh anti-Israel rhetoric that included antisemitic tropes and threatening language. An audience member told a Jewish speaker to “go home, colonizer,” drawing a light-handed request for quiet from the board, but no further action. One Jewish student said she had been followed to her car and harassed after the meeting, and others said they had been called “racists” and “killers.”

In a response to complaints, the board denied any legal violations and said no “cure or correction is necessary,” prompting the plaintiffs to take legal action. The lawsuit stressed that the groups did not take issue with ethnic studies, but sought more balance and public input in their curricula.

The lawsuit led by the Brandeis Center was filed in California’s Superior Court for Orange County. The plaintiffs have asked the court to void the decisions and board approvals by the school district and to compel the school board to abide by the law in the future.

The Santa Ana Unified School District is the second largest in Orange County with around 45,000 students, 5,000 employees, and an $890 million budget, according to the district’s website. The district’s board members did not respond to a request for comment.

The Brandeis Center filed the suit with its local membership arm, Southern Californians for Unbiased Education. Other local groups including the Jewish Federation of Orange County, congregations, rabbis and Hebrew schools also submitted support for the lawsuit. The Jewish Federation of Orange County earlier this year said the courses were “a direct assault on the Jewish community,” with defamatory accusations of ethnic cleansing and colonialism.

The lawsuit follows years of wrangling over ethnic studies courses in California schools, and amid a number of lawsuits aiming to protect Jewish, Zionist and Israeli students on US college campuses. Title VI of the Federal Civil Rights Act of 1964 protects Jewish students at federally funded schools and colleges from discrimination and harassment, including over their connection to Israel.

A California law set to go into effect in the 2025-2026 school year will require high school students to complete a one-semester ethnic studies course. The law prohibits schools from using curricula that include bias against any person or group.

Before the law passed in 2021, the course content was subject to years of debate, and criticism from Jewish groups, which said its early drafts included one-sided criticism of Israel, but no sections on American Jews. Later drafts took some of these concerns into account, but districts are not required to follow the state’s recommended curricula.

#california #anti israel curricula #the jewish question #lawsuit

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