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ambivalent-anarchy · 3 years

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Body

Part 1 of 2

Part 2

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

Awww I love doing smol readers and where Peter's actually the one that has it together lol sooo thanx for this

The TikTok is that new body positivity trend with that Megan Thee Stallion song. Couldn't link it because tumblr acts weird about links but part 2 will have a video for Peter. Also reader will be 18 (senior in high school) cuz some people think minors shouldn't participate in the trend lol

A/N: Either a motivation fairy hit me in the middle of the night or I'm really just that bored to the point where I had no choice but to get my motivation to write back. Either way I'm happy lol. Enjoy! Thanks to @yumings and @kelieah for helping me feel confident in this lol

Will definitely be a two parter🙂

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Body oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy-

You'd finally finished editing the video.

It was a simple, short collage of all of your favorite selfies and pictures that showed off your body well. There was a new trend going around on TikTok and when you saw it you just had to jump at it headfirst.

People would take their favorite pictures of themselves, ones that showed off their bodies just the way they liked, and they'd put it to the sound of Megan Thee Stallion's song "Body".

You looked through your entire phone gallery to find pictures that you were confident enough to post, some you'd forgotten you even took in the first place.

When you were done, you threw in the simple caption that everyone was using.

Heard we're using this sound to show off. My turn then😜

Yeahhhhhh, the caption sounded much more confident than you actually felt.

You actually thought about deleting it from the minute you posted it. Insecure wasn't even the word for it. And even with your followers there to hype you up, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. So, albeit hesitantly, you went to your friends for support.

The first person you showed was Michelle.

"You killed that," she said in math class as she passed you the phone underneath the table so that the professor wouldn't see.

"Thanks," you said. "I was honestly kinda nervous about it." You noticed her incredulous look and explained yourself, toying with the loose strings on your jacket. "Like seriously, I don't wanna fish for compliments, it's just that there are so many better ones out there."

Michelle gave a lopsided grin. "That's just you being insecure, you dork," she retorted. "You look hot." She gave an uninterested glare at the teacher when they told her to be quiet. Then she turned towards you with a smile. "You shown Peter yet? I bet he'd agree."

You shifted in your seat nervously and MJ immediately caught on. "What, you don't wanna show him?" She gave you a look when you took a while to answer. "Dude he's literally your boyfriend. I'm pretty sure he'll like it."

"MJ, we haven't even-" you looked around secretively. "-we haven't even taken our shirts off in front of each other yet. There's literally a pic of me in my sports bra and I.." You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the conversation topic. "I-i just don't know how he'd react."

You and Peter were a fairly new couple and were taking it slow. You'd only ever kissed, cuddled, and held hands so far. Plus, you were a major causal clothes wearer. Sweatshirts and jeans, those were your specialty. The two of you were in no rush and you were both fine with that, but you had no idea how he would react to seeing pictures of you like that.

And, though it wasn't the most feminist approach, you kinda wanted to impress him. Was that so bad?

MJ, forever the voice of patronizing reason, rolled her eyes at you. "So, let me get this straight. You're not fine with your boyfriend seeing sexy pictures of you, but you're okay with literal strangers seeing you instead?"

"Look, I know it's-"

"No, no I totally get it," she said with a sympathetic smirk, before laughing. "I just wanted to show you how dumb it sounded though."

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Look," she said, standing up and getting her things. "You have nothing to be worried about. Peter practically worships the ground you walk on. He'll love it."

When you showed Ned, he genuinely didn't give a shit.

"Oh my God, there's a new Megan Thee Stallion album?!"

"Uh, yeah."

"I have to listen to it right now!"

"Yeah okay, but do you like the-"

He was already plugging in his headphones before you even finished your sentence.

You showed Harry next. If anyone was gonna rate you unabashedly, it'd definitely be him.

He was the only friend you had in your lunch period, so you met up with him every day. Towards the end of lunch that day, you'll pulled out your phone and asked if he wanted to see the video. He enthusiastically agreed.

He watched the short video with an amused expression, bopping his head to the music all the while.

When it ended, he handed you your phone back and gave you a high-five. "Damn girl!," he praised. "Just throwing it out there, if Peter fails you, I'm hella available."

"Heh, thanks." You smiled as you felt your entire face heat up. "Ya think he'll like it?"

"What, you haven't shown him yet?" You shook her head, giving a nervous smile. "Oh-" he nodded confidently. "-he'll love it. Trust me."

"Are you sure?," you asked.

"Yeah," he responded with a shrug. "Why are you so worried?"

"Because he's not-..he doesn't really seem-" You couldn't find the right words for it. "I dunno, I just really want him to like it!"

Harry scoffed. "Look. Let me tell you a little secret about Peter Parker," he snickered. "Or practically all guys for that matter."

"Okay?," you said, curious as to where this was going.

He smirked. "You remember when he introduced himself to you at my party last summer?"

You nodded.

"Well, hon..." Harry lowered his head to where he was whispering in your ear. "Your personality wasn't what he was noticing from across the room.. catch my drift?" He chuckled when he saw you blushing as you caught where his eyes had wandered. "Just sayin'."

Seeing your incredulous expression, Harry continued. "Peter likes to act like he's not checking you out every second of the day, but I promise you he is. That little "I'm so respectful and bashful" crap he has going is complete B.S."

You smirked and rolled your eyes as he pulled away from your ear and kept walking. "You're an ass."

Harry shrugged. "True, but I'm a realistic ass." The alarm on his phone sounded which marked his time to start heading to his next class. Standing up, he smiled down at you. "Seriously, if I could take back all the time spent listening to Pete go on about how good you look in your jeans, I'd be one well rested guy."

You rolled your eyes, but it betrayed the small smile growing. After all, he wouldn't be Harry if he wasn't a flirtatious dweeb. "Bye Harry."

"Show him the video, [Y/N]. He'll love it. You know I'm right."

And then there was one...

Later in the day, you were talking with MJ after school, waiting because Peter always insisted on driving you home because chivalry was not going to die as long as he was alive to keep it going.

When he finally showed up, the first thing he did was take you by the hand and give you a quick peck on the forehead.

"How are you guys doing?," he asked as your little trio started to walk.

"We're good," you chirped, ever so conscious of the phone in your pocket that you were suddenly very hesitant to pull out.

MJ noticed and nudged you. "You got anything you wanna show anybody, [Y/N]?," she asked with a smirk, causing Peter to look at you curiously.

You stayed quiet, but MJ still wasn't putting up with it. "I think you may have a video that you made..."

You remained silent and Peter looked at you, a lot more confused now. MJ frowned. "Um... cough.. cough."

Peter laughed and stopped walking. "Okay, what am I missing?" He looked to you and when he didn't see your expression falter, he looked to MJ. "What's going on?"

Michelle shrugged. "[Y/N] wants to show you a dumb TikTok she made but she's scared about how you'll react."

"Michelle!," you scolded.

She shrugged again. "What? You weren't going to say anything anytime soon."

"A TikTok?," Peter questioned. "Cool, which one did you do this time?"

You could feel your face heat up for the hundredth time that day. "It's a...um.." You stared down at the ground. Jesus, this was hard. "..It's a body positivity trend."

His eyebrows went up at that. "Oh, well um.. is it cool if I see it?," he asked.

You blushed. "Sure." You pulled out your phone and opened the app. When you got to the video you quickly shoved it into his face before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

Both you and Michelle watched Peter's face as he watched the video.

His cheeks immediately turned red but his expression was unreadable. He had to have watched it over 5 times before MJ pulled the phone out of his hand. "Helloooo, earth to Peter Parker?"

She snapped into his face several times and he started to blink wildly, apparently being pulled out of a trance. "I...um- heh.."

You gave a small, nervous smile. "..did you like it?," you asked, growing confused as stared at you, his expression still the same. "Um, Peter?"

Suddenly, he smiled and let out a little chuckle. "Sorry... just..." He laughed again and scratched his head, unable to keep eye contact. "You're just- like.... really hot."

You blushed. Fuck. "You're not just saying that are you?"

"No, really like-" He looked back at the phone. "...Damn." He bit his lip. "How on earth did I get so lucky?"

"Okay, can we please get in the car before I throw up?"

The two of you looked at an uncomfortable MJ with embarrassment riddled on your faces. "Yeah, totally," you said with an awkward cough. "Sorry."

"Nice video [Y/N]," Peter murmured bashfully, opening the door of his car for you, his face still beet red. "Really nice..."

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theweasleyslytherin · 3 years

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i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 7

part 1/masterlist

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. The centuries-old rivalry between their Gryffindor and Slytherin houses only make things worse, and friendships are truly put to the test. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?

warnings: angst, drug/alcohol use, and eventual smut ;)

CHAPTER 7 - who loves you better than i do?

I kinda like it when you hurt me I start believing all your stories But I'd rather hear you lie than hear you say goodbye to me

If You're Gonna Lie, Fletcher

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Ron was feeling so much better the last few days than he had in weeks. After deciding to let things go and try to be friendly with Cassie, it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was actually paying attention in his classes, spending time with all the guys, and most importantly, really putting in 110% at Quidditch practice. He was channeling all of his energy into Quidditch and he was actually seeing the payoff. He was always good, but now he was great – maybe even great enough to beat Slytherin.

He'd just finished yet another late-night workout with the Quidditch team and was honestly feeling beyond amazing. Now all he needed was to get a little high before bed and he would be on top of the world. And maybe a shower, he realized as he peeled off his sweaty workout shirt that was plastered to his skin. He pushed his red hair back from where it was stuck to his forehead and wrinkled his nose. Definitely a shower.

He stopped by Harry's locker on his way out and leaned up against the wall. "We're totally gonna destroy those pureblood pussies on tomorrow," Ron said, grinning ear to ear.

Harry couldn't help but smile sheepishly back at him. As co-captains, Harry knew he and Ron really shouldn't be bad-mouthing the Slytherin team in front of the younger students like that, but he couldn't help it. They hated Malfoy and his friends, and the Gryffindor team was at the best he'd ever seen it in all his years of playing. Ron was probably right. Money and bloodline couldn't buy talent.

"It's going to be brilliant," Harry responded, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses.

Ron slung his bag over his shoulder – to the dismay of anyone who sat next to him after practice, he used the same one for school and Quidditch. It was practically bursting at the seems and all of his papers were sticking out the top, threatening to spill over onto the floor. One set of papers in particular was on display.

"Have you gone over her notes yet?" Harry asked.

Ron looked at him incredulously, "Uh... no. Why?" He didn't understand Harry's interest in his study habits. He had been busy the last few days, between practice and distracting himself with the guys. So what if he hadn't looked at Cassie's notes?

"Just wondering," Harry responded, plucking them out of the top of Ron's back and glancing over them quickly, "Merlin. You weren't kidding when you said she was thorough. These are awesome."

"Yeah it almost turns me on how neat and organized they are," Ron said back sarcastically, grabbing the notes out of Harry's hand. "It's just not a tonight issue. I'm having way too good of a day to end it off with studying Potions."

What he really meant was that he was having way too good of a day to end it by staring at something that was given to him by Cassiah. He felt like he was moving towards being in a better place with her, but that didn't mean that he wanted to have to think about her. When they were together, he'd always loved how she put so much effort into her notes, and thought it was really cute and really impressive. Staring at her handwriting for an hour to copy them down was surely going to make him feel sad, so he'd been avoiding it all week.

Ron stuffed the papers back into his bag, hoping that Harry didn't notice how, for once in his life, he took extra care not to wrinkle them.

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Back at the Slytherin dormitories, Draco and Cassiah were hidden away in his room, plotting.

She'd told Draco about how Ron had reacted to seeing his love bite on her neck, and how she'd offered him notes from the class. Draco, of course, did not approve of the second part, but Cassiah didn't care. She was trying to make Ron jealous, not make him hate her.

Draco had gone on for several minutes about the interactions he'd had with Pansy in Dark Arts. Cassiah had never heard Draco gush about a girl before, and while he certainly wasn't gushing about Pansy, she figured that that was the closest thing she'd ever hear from him. The way he talked about what he and Pansy discussed while they worked together in class, and the way he described how beautiful she looked on Wednesday morning in particular... It was so out of character from the Malfoy that she knew, but so endearing.

"I can tell she still thinks of me as a friend, though," Draco huffed, "She still just looks at me like I'm... boring or something."

Cassiah couldn't imagine anyone thinking of Draco as boring, but she didn't tell him that because his head was already big enough that he could barely fit through the doorways. And if he won the match against Gryffindor tomorrow, it was only going to get worse.

Instead, she offered a plan. "Maybe then we need to do something a little bit more straight forward to make both her and Ron jealous. The hickey was a stroke of evil genius, if I do say so myself, but it wasn't obvious enough who the hickey was from," she explained.

"You're onto something there," Draco agreed, "It may have helped you, but that didn't affect Pansy at all since it didn't explicitly involve me. We need to do something way more obvious this time."

They both sat on the bed for a few minutes, considering. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them that might've made someone else feel awkward, but they were okay with not talking sometimes.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Draco sprang up from his seat muttering, "I've got it," and heading over to his dresser. He rifled through what might as well have been hundreds of fine cotton blend shirts and elegant wool sweaters before producing one in particular. From where Cassiah was sitting, she couldn't tell it apart from the others. It was a rich, emerald green sweater that she could already tell would be too big on her.

When Draco handed it to her and she got a closer look, however, her lips spread into a mischievous smile. There on the top right was the Malfoy family crest, embroidered with the utmost precision she knew few could afford. She couldn't be surprised if the seamstress had used real silver.

"Wear this to class tomorrow morning," he explained. Cassiah didn't have to ask for any more details. She knew that the second she walked into a classroom wearing this particular sweater – which would be more like a dress on her smaller frame – everyone would know. There would be no question as to who allegedly left that mark on her. There would be no question as to whom she was newly seeing. It was bloody brilliant.

"One more thing," Draco smirked, "Were you planning on going to the Quidditch match tomorrow, Miss Black?"

Cassiah grinned wickedly, her hazel eyes sparkling with understanding, "Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm your biggest fan."

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Ron was late to class the next morning due to one final Quidditch practice that ended up running very late because well, Ron had been in charge of keeping time. He was so late, in fact, that class was about half way over by the time he snuck into the back of the class. Normally, he would've gotten crucified by a teacher for coming in late, but on game days, the professors often cut the Quidditch team some slack.

He eased into his seat next to Neville as slowly and quietly as possible so as not to attract any extra attention. Luckily, no one had seemed to notice when he entered the room. That was one of the perks of always hiding out in the back of the class.

He and Neville both were a bit frazzled that morning, apparently, because they brewed their potion wrong two times before finally getting it right. Ron could tell that Neville was flustered over Luna because his face was that very specific shade of pink and he kept glancing over the watch the blonde girl, who had effortlessly brewed her potion perfectly the first time.

"Why don't you go talk to her after class?" Ron whispered, stirring the cauldron as he spoke, "Ask her to go watch the match with you. Everyone is going."

Neville shook his head, "She's not even in Gryffindor, Ron. She'd probably prefer to go if Ravenclaw was playing."

Ron chuckled back, "All the more reason to bring her. Convert her into a Gryffindor fan!" Neville had to laugh along with him. Ron really hoped that Neville would get the courage up to ask her. He deserved it, and Luna would be the perfect match for him.

It turns out that when you miss half of class, the time passes fairly quickly. Class was over before Ron knew it, and he sat back in his seat, hoping to hype Neville up a bit about asking Luna out before collecting all his books.

He surveyed the room, trying to see where the blonde girl might have gone when something caught his eye – Cassiah rising out of his seat and heading towards the exit, which was in his direction at the back of the classroom. What was she wearing? Her sweater went almost halfway down her thighs–

What was that on the right pocket? No... It couldn't be.

He could've sworn he saw the Malfoy family crest branded across her chest, but no – he must've been seeing things. He really only got a moment's glance at her before she'd turned and he'd only been able to see her back. It was probably just the regular old Slytherin crest. And as for the size of the sweater, it was probably the latest trend. Cassie had always been quite stylish.

Ron had been so dazed by his own thoughts that he didn't notice Neville getting up from his seat and marching nervously but pointedly across the classroom. He did notice however when Neville stopped right in front of Luna. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but hey – they were talking. That was a step in the right direction.

Luna was laughing and smiling, too, so that meant that Neville hadn't totally shat the bed.

She leaned up on her tip toes and pressed a tiny kiss to Neville's cheek before prancing away. Ron broke into a dumbfounded grin and Neville stood there in a daze, his face turning the darkest shade of red.

"Bloody hell, Neville!" Ron exclaimed, hurtling himself over desks and across the classroom, "You bloody did it!" He slapped a hand across Neville's back, and the other boy finally broke into a bashful smile,

“Yeah, I guess I did."

"So, you guys are coming to the match tonight?"

Neville shook his head sheepishly, "No, sorry. We're actually getting dinner in Hogsmeade."

Ron couldn't even be upset that Neville wouldn't be there for this important game. He'd scored a pretty romantic date with a girl he'd been pining over for so long. What a lad.

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Cassiah would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous for the big match. Although, she'd also be lying if she said there wasn't a pretty big weight lifted off her shoulders. Usually at the Slytherin-Gryffindor match she felt uncomfortable and torn between sides. This year, however, she could feel comfortable fully supporting her own house instead of trying to blend in with the Gryffindors and wearing one of Ron's tee shirts without the Slytherins seeing.

She'd curled her hair for the occasion – something she most rarely did – and put on one of her favorite Slytherin shirts. She painted her face with green war paint and dawned one of the signature house scarves. On her way out the door, she grabbed her secret weapon – the tool she would use to send a glaring message to Ron and Pansy that she was with Draco. She kept it rolled up tight next to her hip and she walked to the game with Pansy and Daphne.

"Who do you think is going to win today?" Daphne asked as they took their seats in the stands. Cassiah had made sure they were positioned perfectly for all the players to see them. It would drive Ron crazy just seeing her in the Slytherin section, let alone what else was about to transpire. Cassiah remembered when she used to sit next to Hermione and wave a giant cardboard cut-out of Ron's head. She pursed her lips as she tried to control her emotions.

The girls fell into a conversation about the teams' statistics and players, and how those would contribute to the outcome of today's match. Based on previous years and the roster, Slytherin was the favorite to win, but with Harry and Draco as Seekers, Blaise as Chaser, and Ron as Keeper, it was close enough to be a toss-up in Cassiah's opinion. All the guys in her year were fierce competitors. And they used to all be her best friends.

As both the teams entered onto the field, the crowd erupted into a sea of cheers. It was nearly deafening, but that was part of the fun of it.

It was, as Cassiah predicted, a contentious match and all the players were performing brilliantly. No one, however was playing as well as Ron. He hadn't let more than one goal be scored in almost the entire match, much to Blaise's obvious frustration. Ron was a whole different player than he was last year – faster, bigger, stronger.

Draco and Harry had been nowhere in sight for the majority of the match, presumably on some sort of high-speed chase for the Snitch, when all of a sudden, Cassiah saw a flash of green appearing over the stands. Draco flew by the stands on the other side of the arena fast enough to create wind, and Harry was right on his heals. This was Cassiah's moment.

As Draco rounded the corner and started heading her way, she reached behind her and grabbed for the piece of cardboard she and Draco had crafted last night. Just as Draco was going by, she unveiled the sign and thrust it up into the air – I'm With Malfoy.

"Gooo Malfoy!" she shrieked at the top of her lungs, jumping up and down and creating the biggest scene possible. She saw Pansy stiffen beside her as she read the sign.

But she wasn't watching Malfoy. She was watching Weasley – Ron Weasley, to be exact.

She saw the moment that Ron noticed her sign. His face went completely still, his entire body rigid and he just stared, locking eyes with Cassiah from dozens of yards away. For a moment, they both stood there, staring.

Until a bludger came flying towards Ron's head and he reacted quickly, snapping out of his daze. The bludger came into harsh contact with his arm and he stumbled back, but he was wearing enough padding that although it hurt like a bitch, it didn't hurt him enough to take him out. His embarrassment at everyone seeing him caught off guard like that was obvious to everyone watching, his fair skin the perfect canvas for his bright red blush.

After that, Ron didn't even look in her direction for the remainder of the game. Harry caught the Snitch and Ron immediately landed and stormed off of the field, not even bothering to celebrate the huge win – and his first win as captain – with his teammates. Cassiah knew her plan had worked. But at what cost? Ron didn't seem just jealous. He seemed furious with her like she'd never seen before. Never with her.

She abandoned her sign without a care and raced out of the stands.

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Ron slammed his locker shut as hard as his could and then smashed his fist into it, the metal groaning and denting under his force. "Fuck," he shouted, slamming it again when it popped back open.

He'd ripped all of his padding off on his way back from the field, leaving a trail of it all the way back to the locker room. He tore his jersey off, which was slicked to his body with sweat, and threw it onto the ground, kicking at it half-heartedly. This was his big win and she’d been selfish enough to take that joy away from him.

Cassiah was with bloody Draco Malfoy. Of all people, she'd decided to be with the one person that would hurt him the most. It was Malfoy's sweater she was wearing this morning, and it was Malfoy who left that mark on her–

"Ron?" he heard a quiet voice sound from the doorway – an all too familiar voice. He turned towards her instinctively, and instantly regretted it. Just looking at her made him feel sick and hurt and angry all over.

"What do you want, Black," he growled as Cassiah slowly approached him.

She didn't speak again until she was right in front of him, so close that he could reach out at touch her. But he wouldn't. He never would again.

"I know you're upset," she reasoned, reaching out to grab his hand but he snatched it away, "I just wanted to congratulate you. You were amazing out there–"

"That's it?" he snapped, "That's all you've got to say to me, Cassie?"

The old nickname hurt when it was paired with that venomous tone.

"Ron, I'm so sorry," she said, her voice cracking. She felt like crying knowing that she hurt him so badly. It was never meant to hurt him like this. All she ever wanted to was to make him jealous and make him regret his choice... make him see that she had other options. She never wanted to make him hate her, and she knew that she had.

"If you were sorry you wouldn't have done it," he said through gritted teeth, turning away from her to leave.

Cassiah wasn't going to let him, "That's not fair!" She knew she shouldn't be raising her voice because it would only make things worse, but she couldn't help herself in the moment, "You're the one who completely abandoned me! You ruined my life Ron!"

"I'm not the one who's fucking Draco Malfoy!" he roared. Cassiah grabbed his arm to try to stop him from leaving and he reacted faster than she could blink, twisting so that now he was holding her arm and he flipped them, pushing her up against the cool metal of the lockers. His chest was rising and falling rapidly with his breath and his heartbeat, his arms caging her in. She knew that if she wanted to leave, he'd let her. Sure, Ron was angry, but she was safe.

Pinned against the wall, Cassiah took a moment to just breathe. She didn't know what to say in a situation that was so confusingly familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, Ron's bulging biceps straining at her eye level and sweat dripping ever-so slightly down his toned chest. He'd gotten broader. Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Ron glanced from her eyes to her lips, reminded of how good she used to feel.

The way he was staring at her with such intensity, it almost felt like he was going to kiss her.

"Ron," she croaked, "I'm sorry. It's not what you thi-"

At that moment, the entirety of the rest of the guys from team burst into the locker room, singing and chanting in celebration. Ron quickly snapped away from Cassiah, but they'd all seen enough to have fallen completely silent.

Ron grabbed his bag and hastily rifled through it before snatching a handful of papers out of it. He stuffed them into Cassiah's shocked hands and snarled at her, "I don't need your notes, Cassie, just like I don't need your friendship." It sounded like the dirtiest word in the world coming out of his freckled mouth. "Just– leave me the hell alone."

And with that, he was gone, and Cassiah was left alone in the boys' locker room with almost the entire Gryffindor team staring at her. Now they all got to see her cry.

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Ugh, I WISH. but not just yet.

Whew! What a ride this chapter was. It had my heart rate up just writing it. I hope you enjoyed as much as I did!

If you did, let me know :)

tag list: @theamazingspideraj

love always xx jenna :)

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teachingtales · 3 years

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Hey so what’s your opinion about Biden bombing Syria before giving out covid checks, and the fact that there’s more kids in cages at the border now than in the worst part of the Trump presidency

Personally? I think that sucks in ways that require me to use profanity to fully explain the depth of my anger. Even more angering was letting Saudi Arabia get away with literal murder. I’m sick and tired of the USA supporting Saudi Arabia. They’re killing people in Yemen. They oppress many groups. They still execute “sinners”...people breaking a “moral” law that actually causes no harm. Just another reason to push for renewable or nuclear energy, and energy independence.

Note: I’m not sure about the note on “more kids in cages”. While the detention centers were reopened for processing, they are alleged to be kept to certain health/safety standards. I do not know if they are telling the truth about this. I am not saying your comment is false, only that I cannot verify its accuracy at this time. If you have more info, I’m very happy to read it!

As a history teacher? It was to be expected. Politicians in many places, including the USA, are basically the same elite fools pretending they play on different teams to give the illusion of choice. We have seen in history when kings and emperors give their people something to do, be it court life (old time nobility social gatherings) or increasing taxes so the workers work more and can’t afford to take a day off to fight back.

In the case of the USA, it’s literally manufactured a media circus. The pandemic is a good example. While many other developed nations simply responded to the threat, those in the USA got an overly-sensationalized “ALL OR NOTHING!!!!??!??!!!” type of experience. The big problem is once the people felt lied to about the scale, many also assumed the safety protocols were also lies. That was an incorrect assumption, but honestly I cannot blame them too much for that. When your system sets itself up to be unreliable, they can’t act surprised when people stop accepting it.

Keeping the people busy with a false enemy (in this case, the other major political party) means the elite can maintain their dealings unchallenged. My students asked me what I thought would happen if Trump won in 2020, and I said there could be a rebellion because many of the items on the Rebellions In History checklist are marked off...but perhaps it will happen under a Biden presidency. Maybe it is more of a randomized BINGO card than a checklist.

The idea is that Biden should get away with bombings and Saudi dealings because he is “less extreme” than Trump was. This would be like if your previous teacher graded everyone so harshly that your entire class failed, so when a new teacher gives you barely passing grades, you’re grateful...but in reality, you deserve great grades for your hard work. If your boss slaps you three times a day, you welcome a boss that slaps you only once per day...but in reality, you shouldn’t be slapped at all.

Biden may not be able to hide this, though. People seem critical of him now because big promises were made and there’s a HUGE mess to clean up. It seems that right-leaning news outlets are hyping up the wrong things, though...like how ugly Biden’s dog is or how they blame “cancel culture” for the fact the Dr Seuss preservation folks voluntarily and without outside pressure decided to no longer publish six books due to racism. Those are not actual issues, but if we focus the people’s attention on the absurd, they ignore the tragic.

If we focus the people’s attention on the absurd, they ignore the tragic.

I repeat this because it’s important. If you see something on social media or hear something from a person that sounds TOO sensational, TOO extreme, TOO ridiculous...it likely is and was manufactured (deliberately overblown).

I saw this in the Marine Corps. I briefly worked in Intelligence. Nothing “high up”, but we had our interesting briefings that I still am not allowed to repeat. What changed my view of the news forever was an event that wasn’t. We were told it was nothing, we aren’t worried at this time. It was two sentences. Then, a few weeks later, the news started reporting it as “we heard but can’t confirm” and made it sound scary. Over the next several weeks, analysts and experts were featured as this story got bigger and scarier. People were whipped into a frenzy. When I told family not to worry, they called me “brainwashed by the military”. Then, the media revealed that wow, golly, we are all safe!! Thank goodness!! But people were long-term angry and distrustful of the target even some 15 years later.

I was shocked. THIS WAS NOT REMOTELY AN ISSUE, and by the time they reported it, the information had been weeks old! How could they do this and call it news? So I don’t read news from the US anymore unless I’m doing it to see how a story is distorted. Of course, other media can be faulty. It’s best to read reports, documents, studies, research papers...not the news. The news can give you an idea of where to start, but do the reading yourself.

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syandreanamarie-blog · 4 years

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THANKS, DAD.

Choosing a school to spend my Senior High School years at was really hard, especially because picking a strand to take was also confusing on my part. I had to choose between pursuing my passion for music which is under the Arts & Design Track, or my passion for writing that's under the HUMSS strand—the school I'm going to pick kind of depended on that. After months of contemplating whichever path best suited me, I realized that I still wasn't confident or even good enough to showcase my gift in the field of music, so I decided to be a humanista.

I wanted to be a HUMSS student in Centro Escolar University. I have a friend who studies there, and I was convinced that the said university was pretty much my ideal school just by listening to her stories. I was also jealous of their cute cotton candy-like uniform, and have already imagined myself wearing one. At that point, I felt complacent for I already have everything planned in my mind, but all my hype was lost when my dad told me to reconsider my plans. :(

"Ang layo layo no'n! Baka may mangyari pang masama sa'yo. Hanap ka nalang ng mas malapit."

My family suggested that I should just go to the same school as my ate's. I was hesitant at first because I had this crazy assumption that since the T in T.I.P. stands for Technological, then the institute will then not be prioritizing my strand which isn't focused on that T. (I hope that made sense)

I went to my ate's graduation this year and for some unknown reason, I felt a feeling of belongingness. By the time when everyone was singing the T.I.P. fight song, I have made up my mind. The next thing I knew, I was already enrolled.

My first day in Technological Institute of the Philippines was both good and bad. My introverted self felt extremely anxious and exhausted the whole day. Adjusting was hard, so as the fact that I had to spend the whole school year with the strangers around me. I also didn't know how I'll be able to go from our house to school and vice versa daily because I'm not used to commuting. I just couldn't help but think of nothing but negative thoughts that time but hey, surviving that uncomfortable day was already an achievement, I guess? (that's it for the 'good' part)

Several months have passed, I am already at ease. The teachers' skills in teaching made me realize that I made the right choice in choosing T.I.P. as the source of food for my hungry knowledge. The clean environment and disciplined people in the institute succeeded in making the whole place feel safe and really like a second home too. I'm glad my dad interfered with my plans before. If he didn't, I wouldn't have met these amazing people who I now consider very dear to me. Thanks, Dad.

They were nothing but strangers on the 10th day of June this year, but I now have them as my spring of love, support and comfort whenever and wherever. The friends I met here are very cool and interesting people. They vary in their personalities, talents, and interests, but their differences are what makes up the harmonious relationship we have.

I'm really grateful for everyone I met here, especially for Samantha Valledor who's like a sister to me already despite knowing her for only less than a year.

Spending a day without you at school is no fun, Sam.

I have two semesters and a half left to finish before leaving this place. That's still plenty of time for new learnings, experiences, and encounters. In those 15 months, I'm looking forward to finally come out of my comfort zone and be the best version of myself. If ever things will not turn out as I want it to, I will just let it be for I put my trust in Him who is in control of my life. I'm not even halfway through my journey yet, but I am certain that the memories I'm creating in this school will surely leave a mark in my heart and mind.

Like what the song says, your teachings and caring, I’ll always remember. My teachers and friends, I’ll always treasure, and I definitely will cherish the good times we’ve spent together.

T.I.P., do know that you’ll be in my heart forever.

#TIPLife

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thesecretfandom · 5 years

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Wanderlust: Wed in Windermere - Bughead (Chapter 10)

Word Count: 5,446

Rated: M

A/N: This is the chapter I’ve been looking forward to writing from the very beginning. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Read on AO3)

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Betty and Jughead sat apart on the train ride to York. Two hours where they'd both convinced their friends to sit with them… to discuss important happenings.

"I know you guys weren't too hyped to go to York…" Betty started. It was a smaller city with less of a club scene than the other cities they'd been to. "But I have an idea that will make it really fun for all of us."

"Betty, please don't make me go on a walking tour of the city." Cheryl stared longingly out the window, and the rural scene passing them by.

"I wouldn't dream of it, Cher. Actually, I have some news, but you have to promise to not be loud about it."

"B, dear… I am an expert in keeping quiet in any situation, if you know what I mean."

"Seriously, V? Can we be serious for a second?" Betty took a breath, which was harder than she expected. The words didn't seem to want to come. "Jughead and I were talking last night…"

"Is that what we're calling it now?" Betty shot Cheryl a scathing look at that comment, and she retreated.

"We were talking about the future, and what happens next week when we have to go back home. Well, we decided that I would move out of my parents house and in with him. He had a studio in New York City and that's not that far from Riverdale anyway, and I was planning on moving there for school next year anyway so we'd just kind of speed up the timeline a little and…"

"Betty, you're rambling."

"Okay, so the point is… Jughead and I are eloping."

"What!?" They shouted in unison.

"Shh! I told you to be quiet about it."

"Well I didn't expect my sweet little Betty to just come out and say something like that. You're kidding, right?" Veronica was pink in the cheeks, eyes widened in shock.

"I'm not kidding." Her heart was still racing, but now that she'd let out the secret, one she'd only held for the last twelve hours, she felt like a weight was lifted. "I've never felt the way I do with him. I can't imagine being away from him, or being with anyone but him. I know it's right for us."

"I'm in." Veronica said.

"Me too." Cheryl seconded.

"Well it wasn't a vote, but thanks."

Betty went on to explain her plans for the next few days in York. She'd need a dress, rings, and… that seemed like everything. It was all she wanted for the simple affair. She hoped Jughead was having just as much luck with his friends.

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"Betty and I are getting married." Jughead said simply. He didn't want to drag on with an explanation when he knew Archie would have a thousand questions either way.

Archie and Reggie stared at him blankly for a moment, not fully absorbing or believing what he said.

"Wait, married?" Archie said. His eyebrows scrunched together. Jughead laughed inwardly at the familiar caterpillar look they had when he was thinking. "Like, for real? When?"

"Saturday."

"Like this Saturday?" Reggie cut in. "Dude, I need more than three days to plan an epic wedding dance."

"Reggie, let me just explain for a second." Jughead could already tell he was going to go overboard with whatever insane ideas were flying through his head. "This isn't like a normal wedding you're used to. We're eloping. There isn't going to be a party."

He looked disappointed at this.

"We'll go out for dinner afterward… yes you can have a few drinks, but please no rowdiness until Betty and I leave. You can get as drunk as you want after that."

"I have a question." Archie said, finally speaking again. He had his hand raised like a schoolboy asking a question of his teacher. "You can't actually get married here. Like, you aren't citizens and you don't have the correct papers from America to do it."

"You're thinking too hard. It's not going to be legally binding right away. We'll have the ceremony here and sign the papers when we get back to the States. It'll be kind of… symbolic."

"Sick." Reggie grinned. For all of his acting like a frat boy who doesn't give shit… this one word proved that he was actually genuinely happy for them. "So, which one of us will be your best man?"

"Oh that's easy… Archie."

"What!?" The shrill voices of Cheryl and Veronica carried over from the other end of the train.

"She just told them." Jughead grinned, peeking over and just catching a glimpse of his fiancés blonde ponytail flipping over her shoulder.

"Archie is always picked first…" Reggie pouted, no doubt thinking back to when Archie got team captain of the football team over him.

"To be fair… we have been friends since Kindergarten. You didn't even move to town until third grade and we weren't friends until high school."

"Still hurts bro."

"Don't worry, Reg. I have a very important job for you."

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Betty and Jughead reunited when the train pulled in to the station in York. When they'd made their way through the crowds on the platform, Betty left the group waiting by the ticket machines and put in their coffee order at the Costa. God knows she would be needing coffee to get through a day of simultaneous vacationing and impromptu wedding planning.

"Archie, coffee two sugars with milk. Reggie, chocolate frapp with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles." Betty handed each their drinks, thankful for the summer she spent working as a waitress. "Veronica, French roast one sugar. Cheryl, I don't have the time nor the energy to repeat your order. Jughead, coffee black."

"Thank you, my dear." He gratefully took he drink and kissed her cheek.

"Now that everyone is happy, let me lay out the plan." Betty took a sip of her coffee, strong and black like her fiancés. "Girls, we will be going shopping for a dress and then scout outfits for the boys. Boys, you are in charge of procuring rings."

"Size six and a half." Jughead recited.

"I've trained you well." Betty wrapped her arm around his waist as they started the short walk into the heart of the city. Their bed and breakfast sat tucked in a quaint residential area just outside the walls of the city. Everyone dropped their bags in their rooms and regrouped outside, all eager to have a mission.

It wasn't long before they could see York Minster poking out above the buildings. The massive church took up so much space, Betty thought there couldn't possibly be room for a city behind it. Jughead had already taken his camera out of its case, capturing the beauty of the building in the midmorning light.

"We'll meet back here at noon then get lunch and do the touristy stuff." Betty smiled up at Jughead and gave his hand a tight squeeze. "I'll see you soon. Love you, fiancé."

"Love you too, fiancé." Jughead kissed her lips before her friends pulled her off toward the shops. Betty tossed a wave and a sweet smile over her shoulder.

The streets were paved with cobblestones, and each building grew larger with each story added. The tops of the buildings seemed to be reaching out toward each other, creating a tunnel-like path through the city. A bridal shop was squeezed into one of the small business spaces.

"Oh my God." Veronica squealed.

"What?" Betty stepped forward toward the shop.

"Your face just lit up. You are literally glowing, you blushing bride you…" Veronica squeezed her tight. "I'm so happy for you."

"Thanks, V. Me too."

"Let's stop standing around." Cheryl complained as she pulled on Betty's wrist. "Let's get shopping!"

As it turned out, Thursday mornings weren't incredibly busy for a bridal shops and they only shared it with one other bride who was there with her mother and grandmother. Cheryl had already picked out the three most expensive dresses in the shop before Betty had finished talking to the consultant.

"So we were hoping you had some dresses that could be sold off the rack." Betty finished explaining, following the news that the wedding was in two days.

"We do have a few older designs for sale. You must understand that for clearance items there are no returns and no alterations with us. The dress comes as is."

"Completely understood." Betty grinned. "Can we see them?"

"Absolutely."

They were led over to a small rack of clearance marked dresses. Cheryl pouted at the clearly less stylish dresses. Regardless, she picked a few of her favorites as Veronica did as well and they sent her off to the fitting room.

"No, no…" Cheryl shook her head when Betty came out in the first dress. A strapless mermaid, with lace overlaid from the waist down and gemstones sewn onto the bodice. "That one makes your butt look flat… and your ass is one of your greatest features. "

Cheryl turned down every one of the dresses she tried on. Usually, Betty would have thought her standards were much too high, but for once Betty agreed. Not one of them felt quite right. And none felt right at the other two bridal shops they stopped at. Every dress, with its silk and gems and the straight out of a magazine look… it was all too bridal. They were all too ceremonial, and not romantic in the slightest. They weren't right.

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Reggie and Archie were not making this easy. Between teasing Jughead about being a lovesick puppy and making rude and suggestive gestures regarding the wedding night, he was really considering ditching them completely.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, bro… but the sex must be good. Otherwise she definitely would not marry you so quick."

"Reggie, you have such a way with words. I wonder how any woman could possibly deny you."

"I know you're being sarcastic, but I'll have you know that no woman I've ever wanted has denied me." Reggie raised his hand for Archie to high five, but Archie just shook his head. "Anyway, you didn't deny it, so the sex must be good."

"Not that it's your business, but yes." Jughead didn't look either of them in the eye, instead focusing on the jewelry store at the end of the block. "And that is certainly not the only reason she loves me. I happen to have a great personality."

"There's that sarcasm again."

"Okay, Reggie… can you just shut your stupid pie hole for two seconds?"

"Sure thing, Groomzilla."

Jughead showed him his middle finger before leading the way into the jewelry store. He knew upon walking in that everything would be too expensive.

"Can I help you men find anything in particular today?" The man behind the counter was dressed in a full suit and tie. Another sign that his budget would not fit here.

"We're actually looking for wedding rings, or any rings I guess." Jughead peeked into the nearest case, diamond bracelets.

"Are you proposing? In that case we have some gorgeous engagement rings I can show you."

"Actually, my girlfriend and I are eloping. I wondered if maybe you had anything on the less expensive end. They don't have to be wedding rings specifically."

"I will pull out some options for you." He disappeared into a back room, returning only a few moments later. "For the lucky lady I've got some smaller diamonds, or white sapphire if you want a larger gem."

"Is that the price?" Jughead asked.

"Yes, will that be a problem?"

"I'm sorry. I don't think I can afford anything here." Jughead found the other two boys staring at a case full of gold plated watch bands. "Guys, I think we need to go."

There weren't many jewelry stores in this older part of town. Most of the businesses were cafés, boutiques, or chocolate shops. Besides, after seeing the prices of the cheap jewelry, he doubted any legitimate jewelry store would be within his and Betty's agreed upon budget. They were going to need to get creative.

At 11:30, Jughead stopped in his tracks as his stomach let out a loud grumble. They had just so happened to start walking through York's famous Shambles, a relatively narrow street where the buildings grew so close at the top you would be able to shake hands with your neighbor just through the window. Scents of delicious food were pouring out of various small restaurants.

"I am not going to survive another half an hour without food." Jughead complained, making a b-line for a nearby pie shop. Fruit pies, meat pies, any kind of pie he could dream of was there. He didn't want to spoil his appetite for his real lunch, not that he wasn't at least a little hungry all the time, so he only ordered one Sheppard's pie to stave off the beast that seemed to be living inside his stomach at the moment.

He and the other boys ate their pre-lunch while they walked back to York Minster. Jughead felt defeated. Two hours searching for two rings and he couldn't even handle that. Betty had probably found her dress, as well as dresses for the other two girls and outfits for the three men as well. She was efficient that way.

As if by magic, as the twelfth chime rang out to mark the hour, the girls game around on the sidewalk to the left of the church as the boys came from the right side.

"You don’t have any bags?" Jughead asked when they met in front of the church. Betty fell immediately into his chest, both arms squeezing around his waist and her head fitting into the space beneath his chin. "Miss me?"

"Eloping wasn't supposed to be difficult. I know I don't need a white dress, but I really want one."

"Then you'll have one." Jughead kissed the hair at the top of her head, then pushed back her shoulders. "But first, lunch."

"You started without me." She said with a smile. "I can smell the food on your breath."

"Yeah well, you know me." He linked his hand with hers as they returned to their friends.

"Yeah… I know you."

Jughead thought the way she said that sounded a lot like 'I love you,' and maybe that's what she actually meant.

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A unanimous decision for pizza was made, and they found themselves ordering two large pizzas at a Pizza Hut. On more than one occasion Betty found herself wiping pizza sauce from Jughead's chin. There was something ridiculously domestic about the action, as if this was something she would still be doing fifty years from now.

"So I got us all tickets for the Chocolate Story." Betty said when they'd left the restaurant. "It's scheduled for two thirty, so I thought we could go for a scenic walk on the wall and see how far around we can go."

"Sure thing." "Sounds great." Her friends sounded off their agreements. Even Archie and Reggie smiled and followed along without comment as Betty led them toward the nearest stairway leading up to the top of the wall surrounding the older part of the city.

"Is it just me," Betty started, when they were out of earshot of the others, "Or are they being uncharacteristically agreeable today?"

"It's not just you." Jughead replied lips moving close to her ear. His breath sent shivers down her spine. "It is our wedding week, after all. They're required to be nice to us."

They only made it halfway around the wall, stopping at each corner tower to take pictures of York Minster from a new angle. For once, they all walked in silence. Each of the six friends taking in the views and, no doubt, thinking about how all of their lives would be changed forever in these next few days.

The trees were bright green in the midday light, creating a tunnel over them as they walked over the stonework. It was cool in the shade of the trees, and the breeze was heavier at this height. Betty shivered against the cold, pulling her cardigan snug around her body. Jughead shrugged off his jacket, wrapping it around Betty's shoulder before wrapping his arm around her and holding her. His body radiated warmth and she immediately melted into his embrace.

Jughead's hand squeezed Betty's waist and he showed her the time on his watch. 1:45.

"We should probably head to the next activity." He said.

Betty nodded, finding directions on her phone as they moved down the stairs back to street level. The Chocolate Story was not a far walk, situated in the main shopping district. They arrived twenty minutes early for their tour, and had the chance to take a quick tour of the gift shop ahead of time.

The tour guide announced that the next tour would be starting and they all made their way to a large elevator. Three floors and many samples later, they emerged once more into the gift shop. Something caught Jughead's eye before they left.

"Hey, Betts. I think I found our rings." He grabbed two plastic rings with chocolate diamonds on the top.

Betty held out her left hand to him and allowed him to slide the ring on.

"It's perfect." Betty kissed his cheek and they bought the rings. "I can't wait to marry you."

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Day turned into night and they found themselves at an Italian restaurant for dinner. A large round table with a family style meal at the center. Glasses of wine filled to the brim and a full basket of breadsticks had everyone in a great mood.

After they had all dished up lasagna and were well on their way to being wine drunk, Jughead and Betty stood up to speak.

"So, I think now is a good time to say a few things. Since we won't exactly be having an engagement party, we wanted to thank you all for supporting us with this huge life change." Betty said. "And I'm so glad the four of you get to be part of the big day."

"Actually," Reggie started. "I don't know what exactly I'm doing."

"Ah, yes. You have a very important job." Jughead said. "So we all know that Archie and Veronica will be best man and maid of honor. Cheryl, we'd love if you would officiate."

Cheryl nodded smugly. "I promise I will say only nice things."

"And Reggie. I am trusting you with what may be the most important thing in my life." Betty elbowed him. "Second most important thing. Reggie, I want you to be the official wedding photographer."

Reggie stared, his mouth falling open slightly in shock. "Seriously? You would trust me with your camera?"

"For this instance, yes. And as much as I hate to admit it, you know how to make things look good."

Reggie stood suddenly and immediately wrapped his arms around Jughead. "I knew you liked me, dude."

"Okay okay… that's enough." Jughead pulled away. "And now that all of that is out of the way… let's eat!"

The meal left them exhausted, and they had an early night in. Fast approaching the end of their trip, they were all exhausted enough to fall immediately asleep back at the bed and breakfast. Betty fell asleep first, her head resting on Jughead's chest as he brushed her hair with his fingers. Jughead followed soon after, falling into a restful slumber with the slightest of smiles on his face.

"Can we just stay in bed forever?" Betty said the next morning. She'd been awake for fifteen minutes, curled happily in Jughead's arms, before he stirred and pulled her closer.

"I wish we could," Jughead yawned. "But we have a wedding to prepare for."

Betty sighed, but knew he was right. "I was thinking maybe I don't need a dress. Let's just hang out and enjoy our last day in York."

Jughead leaned in to catch her lips in a slow, sweet kiss. "As you wish."

They stayed in bed for another forty-five minutes before they got dressed and ventured into the lobby where they ordered a full English breakfast. Before long they were back on the narrow, winding streets of York. It seemed in this city, all roads lead back to the church. With the six of them together, they were able to get group pricing on admission, and toured the grand building.

"I'm just saying, I could marry you guys right here right now." Cheryl said for the third time since they'd entered the building.

"And I'm just saying," Betty replied. "I don't want to get married in a church. We chose the Lake District for a reason. You'll understand when we get there."

"Speaking of which, what time is our train tonight?" Veronica asked.

"Five o'clock. I booked an Airbnb in Windermere and it's right on the lake." Betty thought she'd probably already told them this, but then again her mind has been on other things lately.

"Well, I think I want to head back to the bed and breakfast and pack up. I don't think I can do any more walking today."

"I'm going back too." Cheryl said, looping her arm with Veronica's.

The men shrugged but would obviously would be following them back.

"We'll meet you at four o'clock to head to the train station." Betty waved them off and returned to her fiancé's side.

"And then there were two." He said, his arm coming around her shoulder.

Betty kissed him, but didn't speak as they started walking back into the shopping district. It was busy, with both tourists and locals moving through the many small shops. Betty had given up on finding a dress, but when they passed a boutique with a white dress in the window, she couldn't help but look.

"Can we go in?"

"Please don't tell me you fell in love with a dress on the mannequin."

"I did not fall in love." Betty argued. "I just like it and want to see if they have my size."

As it turned out, they did have her size. She modeled the dress for Jughead… ignoring all superstitions. The lace dress fell just past her knee, with sleeves reaching to her elbows.

"That's the one." Jughead said from where he sat on a small stool next to the three way mirror.

"Really?" Betty smiled. "I just… I never imagines myself in a dress like this."

"Betts, that's the one." He walked over to stand behind her so they both stared back into the mirror. "You have not stopped smiling since you saw it and you look fucking gorgeous."

"What are you going to wear?" She asked tearfully, smoothing down the dress with just the tips of her fingers.

"Oh I found this while I was waiting." He held out a grey button up shirt, sleeves rolled to elbow length.

"I can't believe this is really happening." Betty turned to fully fall into his embrace.

"I also found footwear and possibly some rings." Jughead said when Betty returned to the fitting room to change her clothes. "This store is legitimately a godsend."

Jughead led her to a different section of the store, where rain boots were lined up. A bright pink pair stood at the forefront, and while Betty reached for them Jughead found his size in a plain black pair. The rings were near the register, made of silver but with no gem. They found an almost matching pair, made up of silver swirls in a Celtic design. The clerk bagged up their items and Jughead handed over his credit card.

It was three o'clock by the time they left the shop.

"You ready to go?" Jughead asked.

"Yeah, next stop… wedding venue."

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Their Airbnb in Windermere had only two rooms, and they'd split up the couples for the night. It was Veronica's request that Betty and Jughead not spend the night together. Though they would not be able to avoid seeing each other before the ceremony the next day, they would hold to this one tradition for the night before

"Good morning, bride." Veronica had been cuddling Betty all night. She squeezed her in a tight hug before rolling out of the double bed they had shared. "Are you ready to get married?"

"Very ready if it means my days of sharing a bed with you are over."

"I am astonished at you Betty Cooper."

"Don't tell me you wouldn't rather be in bed with someone else…" Betty rolled over to watch Veronica as she ran around the room arranging the girls outfits with their shoes and jewelry.

"Today, there's nowhere I'd rather be than getting you ready for your wedding." Veronica came back to sit on the side of the bed. She took Betty's cheeks in her hands and planted a big, wet kiss on her forehead. "You are going to be the most gorgeous bride."

"Thanks, V." Betty finally let her friend pull her out of bed and toward the attached bathroom. "Where's Cher?"

"Oh, I sent her with Jughead to get flowers."

"You sent Cheryl and Jughead together? By themselves?"

"Yes, not my smartest idea to be fair. But they were both feeling a bit antsy and I really needed them to take their nervous energy elsewhere."

Veronica already had her makeup brushes and accompanying makeup set up across the bathroom counter, and the curling iron already hot. Veronica kept the look simple, to match with the dress and outdoor venue. The forecast had a low possibility of rain later in the afternoon, but Veronica used her best waterproof makeup regardless.

A knock came to the bedroom door. "You girls almost ready? Time's a wastin'!"

"We need twenty more minutes, Archiekins." Veronica replied. "Just need to get dressed. Send Cheryl in."

Cheryl slid through the door and immediately grabbed her dress where it was hanging in the closet. All black lace and skin tight, it was a fitting statement for her role in the wedding. Veronica had found one bright pink dress buried deep in her suitcase. She very rarely wore such bright colors, but insisted that since it matched Betty's boots it was the official color of the wedding.

Betty stood in front of the mirror in her own dress. Her curls fell just to her shoulders, her lips and fingernails a matching shade of pink. Veronica came up behind her holding her boots.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

They took a short taxi ride to Rydal, where they found the start of their hike. Betty and Jughead led the group through the trees and up steep hills until they saw the Rydal Caves loom up ahead of them. Jughead was still wearing his camera around his neck and lifted it to his eye. Fog was settling over the lake and had begun to creep up the hillside.

"That will hang on our wall when we get home." He said.

"Isn't it time you handed over the camera to Reggie?" Betty asked when they finally reached the entrance of the cave.

Jughead stared fondly at the camera, but did eventually hook the strap around Reggie's neck. "Take care of him for me."

"Come on, boys." Cheryl took the arms of Jughead and Reggie. "You too Archie."

Cheryl took the boys about fifteen feet away, stopping in front of a large boulder just outside the cave. Veronica took Betty's hands in her own. Her eyes already showed evidence of tears building up.

"You look amazing." She said, pulling Betty in for a hug. "Now let's go get you married before the rain starts."

Veronica nodded to Cheryl, who positioned the boys and started playing Canon in D on her phone. Betty hooked her arm through Veronica's as they walked the short distance. Betty was vaguely aware of the camera clicking, but had grown so used to having her picture taken that she paid no attention to it. Instead, all she saw was Jughead standing with his hands clasped in front of him.

Betty passed her flowers to Veronica and took Jughead's hands in her own. She already felt the tears precariously caught on her lower lid. Jughead reached up and caught the tear before it could fall.

"We are gathered here today, to witness the joining of two souls in marriage, Betty and Jughead." Cheryl started. "Betty, I've known you for seventeen years, since we were preschool together… and Jughead I've only known you for five and half weeks. I think by now, we all know each other pretty well by now. One thing you probably know about me is that I tend to focus a lot on myself and not concern myself with other people's life. Well, despite that… I have noticed the two of you growing closer since the start of this thing."

Betty laughed, remembering how Cheryl had been the first to realize the two of them were together.

"Jughead, you couldn't have picked a better lady to make you happy. And Betty, you couldn't have picked a more loyal man to take care of you for the rest of your lives. I really hope you wrote your own vows."

"I'll go first, because otherwise I'll cry through the whole thing." Betty said. "I did write something last night, but now it just doesn't feel quite right. Jughead, I love you in a way that I can't even understand. From the day we met all you wanted to do was make me happy, and it worked out so beautifully that you were always what made me happy. Even in all of the amazing places we've been, you were always what made it great. I look forward to the future, knowing that you will continue make my life amazing from now on."

By now, Betty had tears falling fully down her cheeks. Jughead pulled her into a tight hug and held her until the tears subsided.

"I'm fine, I'm fine… your turn." She said tearfully. "Before I start crying again."

"Okay…" Jughead took a breath, finding it difficult to find his voice. "I loved you from the first day I saw you. I was truly terrified of my feelings because I had never felt that way before. You are so caring, strong, and beautiful. You said before that you are happy when you're with me, well you're my happy place too. I can't believe a girl like you could fall for a guy like me. But I'm so glad you did."

Betty couldn't help the soft sob that fell from her lips.

"Don't you cry, Betts." Jughead wiped her cheeks again. "It's taking everything I have to keep my tears in my eyes."

"If you're finished with your vows, we'll move on to the rings." Cheryl said. The light pitter patter of rain could be heard on the lake and a few drops landed on their arms. "Archie, the rings."

Archie produced the rings from his inner pocket.

"Betty, do you take Jughead to be your husband?"

"I do." She replied, sliding the ring onto Jughead's finger.

"Jughead, do you take Betty to be your wife?"

"I do." He slipped the ring onto her delicate finger, but didn't let go of her hand.

"Without further ado, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs…" She paused. "Wait, are we hyphenating or-"

"Jones." Betty finished. Jughead glanced at her. They hadn't discussed it, but he'd assumed they'd hyphenate or keep their own names. "I want to take your name."

"Mr. and Mrs. Jones." Cheryl finished. "Jughead, you may now kiss your bride."

As soon as their lips touched, the sky opened up and poured down on them. Neither Jughead or Betty pulled away as they were drenched. Instead, Jughead's arms only wrapped around her tighter as he deepened the kiss. His first kiss with his wife had to memorable, even if it meant being soaked from head to toe.

Finally, when Jughead's shirt was fully clinging to his body and Betty shivered under his touch, he pulled away. Betty noticed their friends had disappeared. She turned toward the cave to see them hiding from the rain, but still watching as Betty and Jughead ignored the weather around them.

Betty turned back to Jughead, her lips brushing ever so lightly over his own. "I love you."

"I love you too." Jughead's hand moved up behind her neck and pulled her lips fully back to his. "I love you so fucking much."

Betty laughed into the kiss and held him tight, knowing her life would forever be filled with moments as amazing as these.

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A/N: Only two chapters left to go! Please let me know what you think! What should they do on their honeymoon? Other than the obvious, of course.

#bughead #bughead fanfic #bughead fanfiction #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale fanfic #riverdale fanfiction #bughead au #riverdale #riverdale au #edit #wanderlust fic

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savage-angel-was-a-mistake · 6 years

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Compliment? You Call That A Compliment?

(This is the full fanfic made in reference/continuation of this post)

“Oh my God.”

“I know!” Sakura whispered to the other woman.

“He is… wow, you told me, but I didn’t -”

“I know, you never do! You never can!” Sakura hushedly exclaimed.

“You have to get me on a date with him.”

“Oh, no, no,” Sakura dismissed the request, “he’s not interested - he never has been.”

Sasuke was… annoyed. He usually was during days like these - Open House. These days were the days that not only would his coworkers compliment him, but the parents would openly ogle him, like, what kind of manners were those? Not the kind he would ever be interested in.

Sasuke continued through the hall to his classroom, taking extra care to give the fangirling woman beside Sakura a passing glance.

He would be lying if he claimed to not be content with the amount of attention he got. The Attention Whore™, if you would.

He entered his class to find… more women. Great.

Sasuke knew Sakura was messing with him when she hyped his looks up, but it could go too far - which, today, it had - but to make matters worse was that they seemed to think he looked better. Annoying in so many ways, mostly the fact that it was hard to get actual work done and progress made when the mothers were attempting to… coordinate schedules. Between him and their husbands. Why. Why were the husbands never there.

God must hate him.

“Good morning, class. Today is Tuesday, the 25th of October. I fully expect you to work to the full extent of your capabilities during class time and at home while working on your homework despite the fact that it is so close to Halloween, a holiday of which I have never cared about much, because that is what has and always will be expected of you. Any questions?” Sasuke turned to his class.

They never had any questions- their eyes usually just… glazed over. He considered toning down his speech patterns for a second (even the honors classes had a struggle - really, it was basic, what was the world coming to), but he quickly dismissed the thought as he turned to the board.

He lectured for maybe, what, two minutes, before he was interrupted.

“Mr. Uchiha.”

Sasuke swiveled to look towards the people standing at the door.

“What, may I ask, is so important as to deem it necessary or even appropriate to disrupt my class? I’ll have you know I won’t put up with it, not even from you, Ms. Yamanaka.”

Ino cleared her throat, “Mr. Uchiha, I felt it would be necessary for you to meet the new nurse, Ms. Hinata Hyuuga.” She gestured to the woman standing next to her.

“...yes, I see. You may tell her that I still find it incredibly rude to interrupt my class just to meet me.”

“...how old are you? You look much too young to be a teacher.” Hinata asked.

“It’s none of your business, now is it?” Sasuke asked, “I am obviously old enough to be a teacher because here I am, in front of my very own class, attempting to teach , whilst being rudely interrupted.”

“Well… you look very young. You’re very pretty.”

Sasuke’s eyebrow twitched.

“Yes, how unfortunate for me. Now, do you mind?”

“Come now, Ms. Hyuuga, he’s just a little irritable today.”

“I’m a little irritable on a good day, Ms. Yamanaka, Ms. Hyuuga, don’t forget that.”

The two women left the room. Sasuke sighed.

“You know, you don’t have to be a jackass all the time.” Sasuke turned to his student.

“I am not taking your criticism at the moment.” And with that, he walked up to the front again.

“Alright, as I was saying, in chapter 13 you will find that the recurring theme….”

Days passed. Sasuke hated this job more and more - not the students, not the course work, but the parents, and his coworkers, and everyone else that viewed him as eye candy. It didn’t even make sense to him - they always praised the tall men, but he was, well, shorter than some - at a whopping 5’9, he was shorter than what they expected. They complimented the heavily muscled - or at least toned - men, but he was neither. Don’t be mistaken - he could deliver quite the punch, could lift more than his weight, but his body most certainly did not give that information away.

He was intelligent, he could write well (or so he hoped - he was an English teacher, after all), he could be witty, he was fluent in many different languages, he was an artist, could play all sorts of instruments - but no. One. Cared.

He was pretty.

It hurt him. He liked the attention, but just… hoped. Hoped it would be because of something else.

“...and in the final chapter, we find out the true intentions of the murderer. The question posed to you is ‘What parts of his backstory lead him to justify his actions the way he did -”

“Mr. Uchiha.” Sasuke groaned inwardly.

“Yes, Ms.Yamanaka? What is it this time?” He asked, his back turned to her.

“I wanted to introduce you to our newest coworker.”

Why on EARTH were they hiring so many people at this time of year? The semester was almost over, there was almost nothing left to do, why the hel-

Sasuke turned to them, still ranting along in his head.

“And you found it necessary to -” Sasuke’s words died.

By.

God.

The man approached Sasuke, who immediately stiffened in response to the other man’s close proximity. The man, tall, blond, strong build, strange marks on his face - gorgeous. That was the word that came to Sasuke’s mind - gorgeous. So… intimidating. He looked as though he were strong enough to break Sasuke in half, and yet, Sasuke found that the longer the man stood before him, the more willing - desperate, even - he became to let him. The man observed him with not ice cold, but warm, summer sky eyes, before said eyes settled on Sasuke’s face.

Sasuke prepared himself. That compliment, always the same, always annoying, and yet… anticipation filled Sasuke’s very being, just itching to hear it come from this man’s lips.

He opened his mouth.

“You look like a man that knows how to clean up a murder scene.”

Sasuke stood very still. The words were not computing, not processing within his head - what… what does that mean, even?

“Well, I’m Naruto Uzumaki, the new Calculus teacher! I’m just right across the hall from you, so I figured, well, might as well warn you. I’m loud and obnoxious and people like me anyways so don’t expect people to sympathise with you when you ultimately decide to hate me.”

“Why would I - “

“Welp, sorry for the interruption, your lesson certainly sounded interesting, I guess. Bye!”

The walked out of the room. Sasuke stood still.

What the hell?

Naruto was loud, and obnoxious, and people did like him. Sasuke did not.

The man made no sense.

Sasuke had never found any sort of interest of the sort in any person he had ever seen or met. He found himself hating the fact that he had wished for people to see him for anything else, because this man apparently did, but for something else he didn’t even know he had. Something he wasn’t even aware of. It ticked him off to no end.

Sasuke was assigned lunch duty for the following two weeks. Standing there, having to choose between either listening to the eating students’ rumors or the teachers’, and he couldn’t tell which was worse.

He stood in his chosen spot, watching over the cafeteria to make sure nothing drastic happened. Usually his stare was enough.

“Wow.” Sasuke jumped upon hearing the voice beside him. He hadn’t even noticed Naruto walk up to him.

“What?” Sasuke spit out in a rather annoyed tone.

“Your legs. You look like you could outrun a Cougar if you wanted to.”

What?

“Naruto!” One of his coworkers called from across the cafeteria.

“Coming!” Naruto replied. He smacked Sasuke on the back in a lighthearted manner, “See ya, man.”

What.

“You look like you grew like a tree. Really, you do.”

Naruto was looking at Sasuke from beside him while they were both standing at their doors during passing period.

Why.

“Your arms could never pass as spaghetti. Trust me on this one.”

Sasuke was passing out papers. Naruto walked into his room for some reason or another - the justification was lost on him as soon as the blond opened his mouth.

“Your eyes could’ve never been painted by Van Gogh.”

They were comparing heights. Naruto (6’2) was most definitely taller than Sasuke (5’9), even when they weren’t standing face to face as close as they were. He said this as he looked down into Sasuke’s eyes.

Enough.

Sasuke had had enough.

He marched his way into Naruto’s classroom, determined to find out why.

“Why do you keep insulting me?” The class looked at Sasuke, Naruto did so with a confused expression.

“What?” He asked. Sasuke grumbled.

“Why do you keep insulting me?” He asked incredulously, “What did I do?” He waved his arms.

Naruto appeared to be thinking.

“...oh.” Something seemed to be ticking, “Oh. OH!” Naruto suddenly seemed as though he had solved some big mystery - Sasuke was upset because he had not yet.

“I wasn’t insulting you - I was flirting with you. That would explain why you got all huffy.”

“...that’s flirting?” Either Sasuke was really out of touch with the world, or Naruto was awful at flirting.

“Well, yeah, what else would it be?”

“Um… insults, maybe?” Sasuke asked. “I look like a man who knows how to clean up a murder scene?”

“You seem like you have the capability to take a man down, kill him, and have the ability to clean up after yourself. Spark, knowledge, the ability to go through something and do it well - how is that not a compliment?”

“Uh…” Sasuke struggled to remember what else he had said, what other words had run through his mind throughout the nights “I look like I could outrun a Cougar if I wanted to.”

“You’ve got some sexy legs, my friend,” Naruto gestured towards said legs with the ruler in his hand, “very well developed. Didn’t say Cheetah because that’s just plain stupid.” He laughed a bit.

Sasuke was still confused.

“I look like I grew like a tree.”

“You look pretty solid, like it would take some effort to chop you down. You’re kinda small, but very powerful - how can you not see that these are compliments?”

“My arms could never pass as spaghetti.”

“Your arms are strong, they never seem to weaken. Says a lot about how much you’ve put up with and managed to make it through - I don’t see how you don’t -”

“My eyes could’ve never been painted by Van Gogh. Van Gogh is known for making some breathtaking paintings - isn’t saying that my eyes aren’t painted by him an insult?”

“No.” Naruto scoffed, as if his answer were obvious, “I said they couldn’t have been. I know his paintings are breathtaking - but your eyes are, far more in fact. He could’ve never made them.”

They all were so… pretty, when he put them like that.

“...oh.” Sasuke said quietly.

“Sorry about that, I guess I don’t flirt like most. Besides,” Naruto made his way over to Sasuke, “it wouldn’t do you anywhere near the justice you deserve if I just settled on calling you pretty, would it have?”

Sasuke looked up at him.

“I don’t… know. Not anymore.” Sasuke looked down again. “I’ve only ever been pretty.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Naruto used his ruler to tilt Sasuke’s face up, “you’ve always been so much more - you just base your worth on what others tell you.”

Sasuke felt that like a slap on the face - oh, how he hated when people told him he was pretty, but… that’s really what he felt mattered, for some reason. And now…

“How about this - you stick with me,” Naruto leaned in more, “and you can always know you’re more than pretty.”

Naruto’s face in such close proximity to Sasuke’s own made Sasuke’s heart rate pick up. He quickly pushed the blond’s face away.

“Not in front of the students.” Sasuke grumbled.

Naruto laughed wholeheartedly.

“Never in front of the students.” Naruto winked before turning back to his board.

Apparently Naruto was pretty damned good at flirting.

Days went by, weeks, months, soon a year.

Naruto and Sasuke were walking down the hallway towards the front door. Sasuke slowed as he walked by the large glass windows of the second floor - he always did this, he loved the view.

They slowed down to a stop before them. It was later, since the pair had spent much time that day grading the finals of the fall semester, so the sun was setting. Naruto’s warm eyes watched Sasuke with such admiration and affection that it might have startled Sasuke if he had turned to notice.

“If I had to entrust my strings to any weaver, it would be you.”

Sasuke turned to look at his - well, lover, at this point - with question in his eyes. He could still never decipher what the man meant when he said such things, but he always took great interest in what they meant. This one, however, was said with such tenderness.

“If anyone could make anything out of me, it would be you. And I’d choose you in a heartbeat. You’re the only person I could trust with my heart strings.”

Sasuke smiled softly.

“You should marry me.”

Sasuke’s eyes widened at the statement.

“Marry you?” Sasuke repeated.

“Yes, marry me. We’d make one kick-ass team, doncha think?”

“A team where time could only dream of being our enemy.”

Naruto smiled.

“What does that mean?” He laughed softly.

“It could never, ever be death do us part. Time can’t do jack shit.”

Naruto laughed loudly once again.

“I love you.” He hugged Sasuke to him. “But seriously,” he whispered, “You should totally marry me.”

He did. The only drawback to be found was that there were now two Mr. Uzumakis at the school, but that wasn’t too bad. Naruto decided to go as Naruto, and Sasuke as Mr. Uzumaki. Nothing could touch them - nothing could take them down.

Their love was like a jellyfish, in all the good ways.

Jellyfish are essentially immortal. Their love is only ever like the brain lacking part of it occasionally.

It’s a compliment, couldn’t you tell?

#narusasu #sasunaru #snstxt #fanfiction #fanfic #i sincerely hope that this is good enough for you all #I worte this at 1:37a #im crying #chrome didnt know things like good words #its so bad #nooooooo #i hope this is ok #please love it #please?#please #....#:(

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vexfulfolly · 6 years

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Happy holidays, Rachel! I was more than happy to draw you some Oddrich for the soul, since I’ve been meaning to myself. Your mention of a Kadic graduation fic got me thinking, and eventually I ended up making s short little blurb for you! @aflirtappleaday, here it is: Memories

It was unusually warm in the gymnasium that morning. It had to have been because of the unusually large amount of people milling within it, or perhaps it was because of the nerves everyone inevitably felt. Chatter rose and fell in waves, reaching to the rafters only to fall to a near silenced hush, and merely kiss the floor. What was all of this commotion about, you ask? Where have you been this last year? It's graduation day.

There were about three hundred people in the room— most of them being families and their extensions, seeing as there was a mere seventy kids in the class. There were, however, friends scattered throughout: people who had already graduated and were awaiting their underclassmen. Us. In the front of the room a makeshift stage had been assembled, which a microphone, several speakers, and a group of disgruntled teachers all sat atop. On the floor in front of it lay seven rows of chairs, each one about ten long. Outward from that was a sea of foldable chairs all occupied by, as previously stated, the masses. Alphabetically arranged, A's in the front with Z's in the back, the graduates were seated, awaiting the speech their lives had lead up to until now. As soon as the conversation in the room died down once more, Delmas began to speak into the microphone. "Good afternoon, everyone," his uneven voice sounded. "Before we hand out diplomas and recognize our students for the feats they've accomplished, our valedictorians will give their speeches. Joining us on stage will be Mister Jeremie Belpois and Miss Aelita Schaefer." And just like that, the room went from near silence to thunderous applause and screams of joy. From a seat on the edge of the front row a blonde beanpole of a boy stood and slowly made his way towards the stage, only to stop short and await his counterpart. As the boy drew the crowd's attention a lithe girl emerged from one of the back rows, her pink hair drawing eyes. The blonde— Jeremie— extended his hand towards the girl and together they scaled the steps towards the podium. Every second seemed all too long, yet they blurred into the next making every moment painful to endure. Before the crowd even knew it the pinkette was already speaking and they could only listen as the calm lilt of her voice filled the room.

"Greetings students, teachers, and families beloved: today is a momentous occasion. Today is the day that each and every one of us has fought long and hard for. Today is the day that marks not only beginning of our life that's yet to be, but also the end of everything we've come to know, which to be frank, is quite daunting. I never dreamed that I would ever be here— on this stage, at this school, with all of these people I've come to know and befriend. But none of you really want to hear this sappy stuff, right? It's a bit of a drag isn't it?" This earned a rumble of laughter from students and families alike. Judging by how her speech started, it seemed as if they were about to experience a heartfelt ballad, only to be pleasantly surprised with the genuine personality of the girl before them. "I've always thought these speeches to be pretty useless too. Hear me out! People use them to brag about themselves and why they're up here right now—" Aelita spoke, and as she did so, Jeremie gestured behind her '4.5,' which certainly gained some chuckles— "Or try to get people to cry and tear up, but with the shear value of makeup in this room, it'd be a bit inappropriate. So instead of doing either of those things, I choose to give the responsibility to my fellow valedictorian-slash-boyfriend, Jeremie Belpois, so he can enlighten you instead." It was comical how easily the girl changed subjects and molded the audience between her words. Aelita had them hanging off every syllable on her tongue, which only hyped up Jeremie's speech even more, so when the girl took a step away from the microphone, the blonde was ready to impress. Instead of opening his speech, he decided to get right into his intentions.

"When I was in the seventh grade, I thought I could save the world," he said slowly. Behind his glasses, pictures of eyes and code danced to binary as candelabra towers ignited in flames of red. "I thought that the world was going to end. I was so wrapped up in conspiracies and sci-fi movies that I thought the internet was going to go Terminator on us, and try to wipe out humanity. Obviously, that hasn't happened yet and we're all still here, safe and sound. What matters about this is that life moved on. No matter what you think is going to happen, or what limits you think you have— there's a world of possibilities awaiting you. Maybe it's one where you ace all of your classes. Or maybe it's one where you finally get the girl you'd been swooning over for years. Or maybe it's one where all our phones try to eliminate us as a species— hey— who knows? What I'm trying to say is: we can't know the future. For only a moment Jeremie could see himself clicking 'delete' on a file labeled Future Flash. "No matter how many calculations or simulations we try, there's no way to promise an outcome. The only thing we can focus on is the past— and boy, has a lot lead up until now." Jeremie found himself pausing for just a moment to look out into the sea of chairs below him, and even the families. He searched until he saw Ulrich's dark, expectant gaze, until he saw Odd's lopsided grin, Yumi's tentative smile, and William's proud demeanor. "If it wasn't for my friends, I don't think I'd even be standing here right now." Cords and cables were wrapping themselves around his neck, tracing each and every vein on his body with their icy-hot touch, searing their paths atop his skin. The world was a hazy green-grey that echoed in his ears and tasted like iron— "I'd like to thank your football star for teaching me how to run without tripping or crying. I'd like to think our preforming arts idol for teaching me how to loosen up every once and a while. Even last classes' resident author and Pencak Silat champion for bringing excitement into my life. And lastly, I'd like to thank my girlfriend, for showing me that there's more to life than just school. But this is my silly little story, each and every one of you have your own lives and your own memories. You've got your own motivations and supporters here with you today, so there's no reason for me to gush over mine, when any of you could be doing this right now. Instead, I pose to you a question: Class of 2009, have you made this part of your life worth remembering? If not, the day is young— take your chance when it comes. If so, I welcome you to a new era of your life. Thank you." Despite his composed exterior, the boy couldn't help but shed tears as the golden light of the computer before him began to die. He wasn't alone in his actions for Odd was openly weeping, and Ulrich looked misty eyed his way. The darkness in the room slowly began to grow as their old life faded. They stood in silence for a while, enjoying the feeling of darkness without fear before stepping into the elevator one by one, wth the tallest, darkest haired boy being the last to leave.

Everyone was clapping, others were screaming and hollering, while a select few stood and applauded. The blonde didn't even need to see who they were, for he already knew. From that moment on, the ceremony was a blur. Names flew by and the constant clapping deafened ears to the point where everything was but a dull hum, but there were a few notable people that passed by. An Italian boy with purple hair and an undercut heelied across the stage, received his diploma, chest bumped Jim, the man who handed it to him, and dabbed as he got off stage. His family was so numerous and simultaneously enthusiastic that not one, not two, but three shirts were flung towards to boy. Despite this rather unprofessional display of emotion, Odd wore three chords. A pink one for cinema and theater, a white one for visual arts achievements, and a red one for national recognition for instrumental music. He was the only one in their class to receive that many recognitions. Another rather unforgettable moment was when a tall, bland looking boy crossed the stage. Midway through his trek a fan was thrown from somewhere within the crowd, only for him to raise his hand and pluck it out of the air as if it were nothing, tuck it into a pocket in his robe, and receive his diploma. He wore a single, navy blue chord, which stood to represent his regional superiority in sports. Shaggy brown hair was all that could be seen, but for some reason it seemed like there was more to him than that. The rest of the ceremony went as expected and soon enough, it was over. Caps were tossed into the air, and in a flurry of excitement of glee, six figures stood in a somber calm. It was over. Their fight was finished and together, they won.

It was long after the ceremony, in fact, it was well into the next day. Somewhere a church bell chimed twice as the moon revealed itself in the sky. Six figures, four tall and two short, stood silhouetted against a backdrop of deteriorated metal. A bridge lay before them; outstretched and eager for visitors. No one dared to take a step towards it until a certain character crouched on its platform. He placed a single plastic stencil on the concrete, brandished a can of paint, and filled it in. When the stencil was removed and both the plastic and the can had been tossed in the river, the group finally got a look at what was left behind.

A single word was painted, and a single symbol adorned it. "Lyoko," it read, with the last 'O' of the word being an eye, which would surely watch the property forever. The sound of the river sang through the night only to be interrupted by a strong female voice. "Goodnight, and good riddance, Lyoko," Yumi voiced. "Forever." And with their funeral now completed, everyone walked away with their first real smiles in nearly five years.

#Code Lyoko #code ss17

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gaytonystark · 7 years

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Do I Know You?

Pairing: Peter x Reader Words: 1,976 A/N: First fic of the new year! Anyways, here’s that Spoods fic I was dying to write and thanks to the anon who requested it! Ily and I may be opening up requests again soon depending on how busy I am with the pups, but thanks to everyone for being so wonderful to me these past few weeks!

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you rushed to silence it. The screen flashed and you saw that it was an alert from your local news of a burglary in process. It warned people in the area to stay away because the suspects were armed and they had hostages, but you had other plans. Now it was just a matter of getting out of class so you could stop them. You grabbed your bag and marched to the front until you landed at your teacher’s desk.

“Mr. White, I think I need to see the nurse.” You said, putting on your best sick face and grabbing your stomach.

“You look fine to me.” He replied tersely, not even looking up from his ungraded papers.

“It’s my stomach-or more accurately-my uterus, sir.” That finally caught his attention. He looked up at you, slightly panicked before he let out a resigned sigh and wrote out a hall pass for you.

“Get it together, Miss Y/N, and come back to class if you can.” Your teacher gave you a thin lipped smile before returning to work.

“Will do.” You said, cheerily snatching the note from his hand with absolutely no intention of coming back. The halls were empty seeing as everyone was in class so you booked it out the front door.

According to the alert, the burglary was still in process and about six blocks east. That gave you just enough time to change in the alley like the professional you were and go stop the bad guy before your last class of the day. From what you could tell, it was a textbook bank robbery so it should be a piece of cake. Your powers were by no means extraordinary and definitely hadn’t caught the attention of The Avengers, but you almost preferred it that way. Besides, it’s not like you asked to be struck by lightning in the middle of doing research measuring the wattage in the air during a thunderstorm but, hey what can you do?

Turns out you can control electricity and anything that’s powered by it. Your family hasn’t had to pay an electricity bill in months and you were actually helping people. That’s all you wanted to do since you saw the extent of your power and no one was going to get in your way.

You powered through the streets, the sounds of sirens filling the air. A crowd had formed around the area as police did their best to barricade them off. You slipped behind the building through a back alley and short circuited the alarm system on one of the windows. Once inside, you snuck around until you found the source of the commotion. A group of about five men were patrolling their hostages as they sat huddled in the corner. They had AK-51’s and other automatic guns but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Right as you were about to step in and start taking down the bad guys you saw something white hit one of the culprits and ripped the gun out of his hands. Immediately you knew who it was. The same punk who took down your perpetrator when you were hot on his tail last Wednesday. They called him “Spider-Man” but you just called him a major pain in your ass. He was also going to get shot in the back of the head because he didn’t see the sixth man hiding behind a pillar. You stepped out to reveal yourself just in time to send a bolt of lightning at the man with the gun.

The would be murderer shook violently before collapsing on the ground. Whatever you did to him wasn’t enough to kill him so he would come around just in time to get arrested. Everyone else turned to look at you, in shock over what just happened. Your combat boots squeaked on the marble floor and you rolled up the sleeves on your leather jacket revealing burn marks from failed experiments on your arms. The only hint at your powers was the right red lightning bolt down the front of your black tank top. It was pretty unofficial and you looked like a scrappy kid who picks fights on the weekend, but that was your style.

“Thanks for teeing me up, Spidey, but I can take it from here.” You said, glaring at him through your dark sunglasses. They were all you had in terms of a mask for the time being.

“Actually I’ve got it handled, thanks anyways.” He offhandedly and you arched an eyebrow at him, your glare unwavering.

“Oh the same way you handled the guy who was about to paint the wall with your brains?” You retorted, tilting your head inquisitively. “Look kid, I-”

“Did you just call me ‘kid’? You look younger than I am.” He gestured at your small frame and it just pissed you off more.

“Whatever, bottom line is you would’ve been dead two minutes ago had it not been for me so you can thank me by getting on your merry way out the door.” You were getting mad and literal sparks were erupting around you. If he could see your eyes then he would’ve seen the menacing glow behind them.

“I’m already here so what’s the point in leaving so…” He was smirking at you underneath that mask and all you wanted to do was blow it off his smug little face.

“The point is-” You were about to rip him a new one because you had just about enough when he shot you with that silly string he uses to stop people. It latched onto the front of your shirt and he jerked you forward, flying towards him as the sound of gunshots filled the air. He caught you with a hand around your waist, the sudden movement making you short of breath.

“We’re even now get down!” He said, hand still pressing your body against his. You pushed him away and begrudgingly did as he instructed.

You hit the ground and watched him web up two more guys as they charged at him. A third was coming for him from behind so you lunged at him and emitted shockwaves through your skin so every point of contact was met with volts of energy surging through his body. Hostages were screaming as more guns were fired and you had less than seconds to react. You saw the last two gunmen taking aim at your new partner, but he disarmed one before they could pull the trigger. You sent a shockwave at both of them, knocking them on their asses giving Spider-Man the opportunity to tie them up. He rounded up the last of them and you turned your attention to the frightened hostages.

“I’ll get you guys out here, just follow me!” You led them back through the front entrance where a crowd of people were waiting with baited breath. “They’re okay! Everyone’s okay, but he’s still in there!”

EMT’s rushed to get your hostages medical attention while the police stormed the bank. You ran back in just in time to see Spider-Man show them how a kid did their job for them. He was breaking down the events of the last few minutes and you took this as an opportunity to sneak out the way you came. You thought no one followed you out until the bane of your existence slung more of his webbing around your wrist. Out of pure instinct you grabbed it and sent a powerful shock back through the end of it.

“Son of a-!” Spider-Man yelped as he let go of his webbing.

“I’m so sorry!” You said, realizing what you you’d done, “You snuck up on me and I panicked.”

“Ow-no you’re right I just wanted to say thanks before you left.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “You’re pretty good at what you do.”

“I guess you’re not too bad either even if the suit is a little much.” You said, playfully taking a jab at his hyped up morphsuit.

“Oh this old thing?” He struck a pose and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. You got the nagging sensation that you knew him, that you had laughed together before. He must have felt the same way because he asked, “Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” You tried to stutter out an excuse when the alarm on your phone went off and you realized you only had minutes to get back to school.

“Shit-I have to go.” You said, eyes wide under your sunglasses. His body tensed up as you immediately began to panic. Thankfully he didn’t try to stop you again and you sprinted back the way you came, leaving him to gaze after your retreating form.

You stopped in the alley where you stashed your clothes and changed in record time. Your leather jacket was poking out of your bag as you ran through the front doors of your school. The bell rang to mark the end of fifth period so it gave you just enough time to get to World History without being late. You slowed your breathing and forced a steady pace as you walled to class when you saw your crush walking in your direction. He had the same class as you so you shouldn’t have been surprised in the least but your heart still skipped a beat when you saw him approach.

“Hey, Peter!” You said a little too excited and you mentally slapped yourself.

“What’s up, Y/N, I heard you went to the nurse earlier, I hope you’re okay?”He said, concern filling his beautiful eyes.

“Huh-oh yeah I’m fine just a stomach bug or something, but I’m feeling better now. Do you think I could get your notes from last period though? Mrs. Warren said there was gonna be a quiz tomorrow and the last thing I need right now is an F. ”

“You don’t want my notes, trust me you’re better off taking the quiz blind, but I can ask Ned for his. They’re much more reliable.” He flashed his lopsided grin at you as he rubbed the back of his neck and your insides melted. His eyes fluttered downwards bashfully and they landed on your bare wrists. Something must have caught his eye because he furrowed his brow like he was getting a headache from thinking too hard. “Hey, I never noticed those scars on your arms. Have they always been there?”

You self consciously pulled the sleeves of your sweater down before answering. “They’re pretty new actually, just some science projects gone wrong.”

“I feel like I’ve seen them before-” You were literally saved by the bell as it went off, signalling to everyone that the last class of the day was about to begin.

“I’ll see you after class, ‘kay?” You asked eagerly to which he responded with a coy “Promise?” and you would’ve lit up the whole school if you were alright with revealing your super powers to the entire student body.

You settled with a tiny squeal of delight and a smile so bright it hurt your face after a second. The face hurting smile turned into a content grin that remained all throughout class. Despite having successfully stopped a bank robbery earlier that afternoon, the highlight of your day was Peter asking about you and your scars. He had been your friend for years at this point and something about him felt so familiar, almost too familiar. During class, you had unconsciously rolled your sleeves up again and you caught Peter staring at them from his seat. He saw you watching him and instantly looked away. You didn’t know what his fascination was with your burn marks, but something inside told you to keep it yourself, at least for now.

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Silicon Valley faces make or break moment amid big tech backlash -

For years, tech giants and their CEOs could count on glowing praise and friendly media coverage that hyped up just how much their products would change the world.Those changes are now the subject of growing skepticism from politicians, academics and that same media.Election meddling, concerns about privacy and questions about technology’s role in our daily lives have muddied the waters for the Silicon Valley giants, which now face tough questions and scrutiny like they’ve never seen before.The technology industry could be in the midst of the biggest corporate backlash in decades.While big banks were the targets of scorn after the financial crisis, public contempt is now focused squarely on Silicon Valley and big tech.”All of this combined to be a perfect storm,” said Jonathan Taplin, director emeritus at the Annenberg Innovation Lab and author of “Move Fast and Break Things: How Facebook, Google and Amazon Cornered Culture and Undermined Democracy.”Even some high-profile voices in Silicon Valley, who started their own companies or were early employees at Facebook and Google, agree — and are doing so vocally.

A number of early employees from Facebook and Google launched the Center for Humane Technology earlier this month, with the goal of “reversing the digital attention crisis and realigning technology with humanity’s best interests.”Salesforce CEO Marc Benioff, an influential figure in the tech community, likened Facebook last month to Big Tobacco and said there’s a need for regulation.”We’re the same as any other industry,” Benioff told C.”Financial services, consumer product goods, food — in technology, the government’s going to have to be involved.There is some regulation but there probably will have to be more.”I’m dumping my @facebook stock and deleting my page because @facebook profited from Russian interference in our elections and they’re still not doing enough to stop it.

I encourage all other investors who care about our future to do the same.#unfriendfacebook pic.twitter.com/KHWgZzhhmpFacebook appears to already be trying to get in front of any potential regulation in the United States.CEO Mark Zuckerberg has pledged to “fix” Facebook this year to focus on “time well spent.” Facebook said time spent by its users on the platform dropped 50 million hours per day after the company retooled its algorithm to focus more on friends and family, and less on publishers and brands.Big tech may already simply be, well, too big, according to Taplin.Facebook and Google combined to grab 88 percent of all new online advertising revenue last year, he said, and that may be a problem.”The original idea of the internet was a very decentralized system and a democratic space where everyone could have a place to talk,” Taplin said.

“The big three online, Google, Facebook and Amazon, are more and more becoming monopolies, so it is a winner-takes-all business.”Corporate America is also getting in on the tech backlash.Unilever, the multibillion dollar consumer goods company that makes everything from food to cleaning and hygiene products, warned tech giants that it was willing to use its $9 billion advertising budget, much of it spent on Facebook and Google, as leverage to get the tech giants to clean up their acts.Last year, several consumer brands pulled their ads from Youtube after an investigation by The Times of London found that their ads were running next to videos of scantily clad children.

YouTube vowed to urgently fix the issue.When I was a kid I remember cigarette companies providing cigarettes with their logos that were made of bubble gum.You blew out powdered sugar smoke! The idea was to get kids interested in smoking early! Reminds me of questions about when kids should start using social media! pic.twitter.com/ceDUFvjy7JFacebook executives have said they’re already taking steps to address the same concerns Unilever’s chief marketing officer raised at the Interactive Advertising Bureau’s annual leadership meeting.But when Congress called on Twitter, Facebook and Google to testify last year, on Oct.31 and Nov.

1, none of the CEOs showed up.Instead, each company sent their general counsel to be hammered with questions that were met with little substantive answers.When Big Tobacco was called to testify in 1994, the companies sent their CEOs.While technology companies have largely avoided regulation in the United States, they’re already in the crosshairs of European regulators.Google was hit with a $2.7 billion fine last year over charges that its search engine unfairly favored its shopping business over competitors.Another EU ruling last year called on Apple to repay the Irish government $15.4 billion in back taxes, over charges the company benefited from unfair tax loopholes — even though the Irish government doesn’t want the money.The EU is also about to establish a new rule in May called General Data Protection Regulation, or GDP, which covers how companies store data, and requires them to alert authorities within 72 hours of a data breach.Even without regulation being passed in the United States, the new rule is expected to have serious impact on American companies, which could be fined 4 percent of their global revenue or 20 million euros — whichever is higher — if they don’t comply.”The interesting thing is, as the Europeans regulate these platforms, much of that regulation applies to the platforms globally,” Taplin said.

“The effect of European regulation will be felt here in the United States.”we are witnessing the downfall of algorithms.Journalism is being gamed and ruined by Facebook and Google.It’s time that these giant *media* platforms held themselves accountable.

Sorry is not enough anymore, and AI won’t save these shoddy algorithms for decades.Time to act.https://t.co/jiz3UB6x4cThe first big attempt at regulation, the Honest Ads Act, was introduced last year.

The bill would require technology companies to be more transparent about who is paying for online ads.It could change the way tech companies, which rely heavily on advertising, conduct business, but four months after it was introduced, it’s still lingering in the Senate.”Slowly but surely, they are coming around to accept responsibility,” Taplin said of the big tech companies.”But they are also trying to avoid having any regulations passed.”Big tech’s business practices are being put under the microscope, but so is the presence of technology in our daily lives — particularly with the emergence of smartphones.Last month, active investor JANA Partners and the California State Teacher’s Retirement System sent Apple’s board of directors a letter asking them to “think differently” when it comes to kids.The letter pointed to a number of studies purporting to show the effects technology has on children and teenagers.”There is also a growing societal unease about whether at least some people are getting too much of a good thing when it comes to technology, which at some point is likely to impact even Apple given the issues described above,” the letter said.The groups said there is “no good reason why you should not address this issue proactively” and noted the notoriously secretive company could perhaps already be working on the issue.Apple has had parental controls available in iOS, the operating system used on the iPhone, for the past decade.

A statement issued by Apple last month, in response to the letter, said the company has “always looked out for kids …while also helping parents protect them online.”In addition, Apple’s statement said there are “new features and enhancements planned for the future, to add functionality and make these tools even more robust.”2/ Tech companies want to be treated like it’s still the 90s – and they are dewey-eyed startups.No.

These are massive corporations.Google and Facebook are 21st century public square.If elected congresswoman, I don’t want to regulate them – but I will if this BS continues.The former Facebook and Google employees who mobilized to start the Center for Humane Technology are working alongside Common Sense, an advocacy group focusing on children and technology.But addressing those concerns could mean rethinking what has made tech companies so successful.Tech business models “often encourage them to do whatever they can to grab attention and data and then to worry about the consequences later, even though those very same consequences may at times hurt the social, emotional and cognitive development of kids,” James Steyer, CEO and founder of Common Sense, said this month.

He called on the industry to “change its ways and improve certain practices.”And if ever there was an inflection point, and a critical and necessary place to do it, that time is 2018, according to experts.How tech companies handle this year could potentially be do or die.”Initial reaction from the platforms was, ‘We have nothing to do with this, or this was just imaginary,'” Taplin said.”Then slowly but surely, they are coming around to beginning to accept some responsibility.””What they are really trying to do is avoid having any regulations passed because they have lived in a world without regulation for 25 years — and they don’t want it to start now,” he said.

Source: NBC News.

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All you need is a little hype-up

I really love my job. All the people are instantly loving and fun and outgoing, without you having ever seen them or talked to them before. I realized since working there that I guess I am something kinda special. Maybe it’s just because I’m new, but literally everyone has been like ‘dude Meghan’s awesome you’d be so lucky to get her as your trainee’ or ‘I love her she’s so fun’. Like everyone’s hyping me up and it’s literally so sweet and confidence boosting. I don’t want to toot my own horn by telling people about it so I figured I’d write it here because I can get it out without sounding like I’m bragging.

I’m now super tight with this girl Rose, she’s so quirky and fun; always dancing and has the peppiest personality yet. And Natalia, a shift lead who’s literally stunning and is so calm and cool as a cucumber, and is so lovable. Rose was like ‘your hair is so pretty and your eyelashes are so long’ and it was super sweet. We danced a lot together and had random pump up talks about things we had in common. While I was helping my trainer today Andy clean menus, I guess Natalia passed behind me and (my back was to her) and mentioned something to Andy and pointed at me. After she left Andy laughed and was like “did you hear what Natalia just said about you? That you’re literally so awesome” and like that warms your heart y’know? Such a sweet thing to say.

One of the bar people who’s gay came around and introduced himself and I said hello or something in a way that he liked and my super peppiness I guess geeked him because he was like “oh my gosh you are gonna be my new best friend you are just wonderful” and if anyone almost bumped into me or something like that he’d be like “yo we better not have an issue because she will NOT be treated like that!” etc. and it was so funny he was just like this little protector. My trainer today was also so amazing, he was LITERALLY a little Mr. K and it was super nostalgic because I love the K’s, second parents really. He was so helpful and such a good teacher, like I really felt comfortable around him. He’s a little older, and he’s this super cool asian guy with a birth mark near his eye and on his forehead and he told me that when he was little people would call him Zuko like in Avatar, and that only I could call him that now. It was super cute and he told me my eyes were really pretty. He also was like ‘damn you got the whole package, smart, pretty, can sing and dance’ and was saying how I like had it all and whatnot. Occasionally when I was working on a bay and needed his help he’d give me little playful squeeze on the shoulder, and when we were all dancing around he twirled me this one time and it was totally fun. Yet he also like took over when there was a creepy bay and the guy was just a little uncomfortable. Like none of Andy’s gestures were at all creepy or like uncomfortable, nor were they like specific to me, he was friendly like that with pretty much everyone but I felt like we got to develop a friendship. He also had said while we were talking that he’s never had a girlfriend, and that he’s never really liked a girl enough to want to date her, so that also was like a sort of comfort factor. That he’d never really been interested in pursuing a girl like that so I felt even less weird (event though I didn’t at all feel weird to begin with lol)

Next were the support staff and other bay hosts. The support team was all dudes about my age or slightly younger that just hyped me up and were fun to joke around with. Just silly little dudes that knew me by name and would give me high fives as I walked by and stuff. They let me play with their fidget spinners and would say hi and call me by my name. Little memory things like that are nice when you’re surrounded by new people, the fact that they remember your name means a lot. Then there was Shaun, he was pretty fun, and oh so so cute. He was totally flirty and I was totally flirty back but he was pretty touchy and stuff with everyone so it wasn’t like specific towards me. Mm he was so spunky and now has a habit of startling me to watch me jump, and then mocks my little scream. He’s trying to teach me to spin a plate on one finger as good as he can (which he’s amazing at). He’s 23 and I asked if I could borrow a pen and he gave me a joking kind of smirk and was like “anything for you” and it was kinda cute. Then we almost ran into each other and pretended to block each other’s path and we kind of like made eye contact for one second too long so I slightly jolted forward and was like “what?” and he was like “don’t tempt me” and it was mildly mysterious.

Then I met Ashley, this pretty brunette who’s a bay host also. Our interaction started with me randomly singing the song that was playing way too dramatically, or doing some ridiculous dance out front, and she always seemed to catch me doing it at the most embarrassing part. I’d turn around mid-something and we’d catch each other’s eye and not really know what to do because I’m doing something stupid and she’s just laughing at me. Then I started directing my energies TO her as she passed by so it’d be less awkward and then she started joining in, and it was so fun. She kept mentioning to her buster “omg I love her” about me and laughing and it was so nice to feel like people enjoyed my presence. So I started dancing around with her and stuff and we did most of our dancing together and tag-teaming the creepy bay so one of us wasn't stuck alone with him which was really nice.

Last and not least was lil Josh. Josh is my age and he’s outgoing but middle obnoxious. He’s fun and super super sweet, and I think he sees very similar amounts of ‘pep’ in us both. So we talked a lot of our shift because he was our busser, but apparently he’d had very bad experiences with the name Meghan, so he was skeptical about liking me. Then I said i’ll help him make better memories of the name so it’ll stop being bad. Then when I was punching in an order, he was like ‘Hey, so I’m really glad I found someone who’s so similar to me in personality, like I really feel comfortable, and I think I’m ready now to go out into the world and look for a girl” and I was pep talking him into finding a girl, but basically he said I’d given him confidence that there are girls out there that are similar to him and really do exist.

All in all I made some great friends today and just felt so damn good about myself because soo many people were cool and fun and so sweet with me. I felt so confident in myself and happy, I really liked feeling so special :)

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