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cloveroctobers · 2 years

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heyy! first of all i love your content, and if you still write for all american could you write for chris or darnell?

CHRIS JACKSON x READER / Spring Prompts!

A/N: thank you sweet anon! I know you asked for this months ago but yeah I still write for all american…just certain characters now lol. I’m also making a attempt to write for the AA homecoming characters so if anybody is interested? Stay tuned! Also the lack of gifs for this man (and Darnell) is trash and such a shame. Anyways! Here’s a little something something.

Using: #17. Caught in a sudden rainstorm from this prompt list here —

Track listened to while writing —

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This was it.

You’ve all managed to get through high school and get those papers! No doubt south Crenshaw would always be home but it was not all that you wanted to know. You took your education pretty seriously but didn’t personally care for the pressure that came with it. Ultimately there were a few out of state colleges that you wanted to attend but you either a) didn’t get in b) didn’t receive scholarships that you applied for c) the expense would put not only you but your family in debt — which was not worth it to you.

However you still had three (or four) options: attend the community college at Golden Angeles University (GAU) that didn’t strictly offer a aerospace program but you would be alongside half of your high school friends…yet you would most likely have to major in something else and you could apply for FA, the second option—go to GAU for a few semesters then transfer over to Betula California state university (BCSU) which was your realistic dream school and you wouldn’t have to struggle to find a major (unless something changed) but it was six hours away, third option — take a leap year as a reward of simply getting through high school but you’d work the summer, or the final option? Decide not to go at all.

It was the day after graduation when you all decided to meet up again to have a bonfire at the beach. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, lounging around having chatter, drinks on hand, dance battles by the fire, volleyball and football in the water, it was a good time like it should be without any worries in the world.

You sat in between Layla and Simone as they chatted about what Riri’s next track should sound like but you all know the music was never coming. You found yourself drifting off from the conversation as you focused on your boyfriend of two years, Chris Jackson chatting with his childhood friend Patience over the fire.

Your mind couldn’t help but flash to the disagreement the both of you had yesterday night.

“Chris, I can’t believe you would throw this on me right now when I’m trying to figure out what I want to do. Now that you’re saying this just makes this even harder, what were you thinking?” You paced your bedroom floor.

Chris furrowed his thick arched brows as he sat in your clam chair in the corner, “I was thinking that I wanted to test the waters and see if we have a future together? It sounded like a good idea to me.”

“Got it so your ass wasn’t thinking,” you widened your eyes with a snap of your fingers, “we’re still a fresh relationship and for you to just sign a lease on a apartment while expecting me to follow you like a lap dog is crazy to me.”

Chris kissed his teeth, “We are not our parents, I don’t expect you just follow my orders since I’m the man in the relationship and I’m actually offended that you think that’s what I would want you to do. It was just a suggestion and regardless it’s on me, I didn’t ask you to sign with me did I?”

Closing your eyes you deeply inhaled. Yes this was true but not really the point? You had no idea that your boyfriend was even looking for apartments especially fresh out of high school…you started to wonder what his mother thought about all of this.

“Oh my god, does Mrs. Twanda think I put you up to this? I know she isn’t exactly thrilled that her only boy wanted to up and leave out of her place? She probably wants to call me all types of heffa’s and pull my tracks out and i didn’t even do shit! It was all her son being impulsive.” You rambled pinching at your bottom lip in distress.

Chris couldn’t help but to bust out laughing at you, which automatically made you on the defense at you stomped over to him ready to fight. You placed two feet beside his thighs with him eyeing you carefully.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, whatever this is. I know how much you love this chair and I’m not going to be responsible if you break it, on god.” He pointed at your position while still looking up at you and carefully latching onto your bare ankles.

Scoffing you hunched forward gripping his collar and pressing your forehead to his, “shut up, Christopher. You’re stressing me out!”

“And you think you’re gonna yank me up with one hand, like you’re my southern grandma is gonna help? I’m type thick and might break that wrist of yours, I’m just sayin’, baby. You might wanna think this through.” Chris advised while you tilted your head at that.

You laughed, “did you forget? I’ve broken my wrist in two places before thanks to volleyball.”

Chris blinked and shifted his eyes, “exactly…?”

Ignoring him you continued, “and oh you want me to think? Like you did when you signed a lease and said hey, y/n you should live with me.”

“I mean…if it’s that big of deal just say no and it’s done.” Chris licked his lips with a shrug of his shoulders.

You twisted around, plopping down in his lap while bringing him into a headlock much to his surprise. “We can’t just say no because that’ll become a much bigger problem.”

“Uh no…we’ve said it to each other before. We ain’t no yes men or women? Around here.” Chris poked your rib for you to loosen your grip, which you flinched but didn’t falter. You had to get your point across.

Sighing you replied, “yeah but this is different. I don’t want you to resent me if I do move in…just to go off to BCSU.”

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, finally making you release your tight hold around his neck and relax against his shoulder.

“Look…just because I’m not going off to school doesn’t mean I want you to put your goals on hold for me. I’m not tryna gatekeep you from anything, I love you too much to be that kind of an asshole, aight?” Chris was genuine with you as you stared into his ink colored eyes.

Giving him a soft smile you tilted his chin downwards so you could give him a kiss, “I love you.”

Chris caught you staring at him and sent you a gummy smile with a wink before turning back to his conversation with patience.

Another hour passed striking midnight when everyone started to pack up. Just as you finished hugging everyone goodbye, a coco brown hand wrapped around your waist pulling you back to the sand.

“Hey,” you laughed, spinning to face Chris who’s skin shined even underneath the moonlight, “what’s up?”

“Want to hang back a bit…there’s nobody here.”

Glancing around the beach, it did look pretty empty and it was a public beach so you didn’t have to worry about beach patrol kicking you out.

“I think I heard Olivia mention it might rain a little tonight…” you trailed off, eyeing the Smokey clouds beneath the Pearl moon.

Your attention was interrupted as you heard ruffling of plastic as Chris placed a cap over your head; he even tucked your hair under like a true gentleman.

Laughing you leaned your arms on his chest, “I left this in your car from last time didn’t I?”

“That you did.” He chuckled.

For what felt like eternity, the both of you stayed in each other’s grasp with nothing but the moon and black waves rolling on. You almost started to doze off until the sudden sound of thunder punched through the air, making the both of you jump. Both of you lifted your head to the sky and watched as white lightning zig-zagged through the night.

“Yeah now I think it’s time to slide,” Chris told you, “I can deal with thunder but that lightning hits different! This one time, We were at a family reunion when I was like thirteen down in Tennessee and my uncle Tremaine who came through from St. Louis got hit? It was something out of a movie! So unreal, He ended up suffering hearing and memory loss.”

Chris was always the main one to unintentionally tell you something unsettling during the event of which it could occur. You, Spencer, and Patience were always on his ass about doing this. You strongly considered shoving him into the ocean but the harsh rain that followed stopped you from doing so.

The both of you were quick on your feet, snatching your things up by the bonfire as you ran to the stairs. You were slipping up the wooden stairs with your flip flops, surely scrapping the front of your foot but Chris made sure to keep a tight hold on your hand. The both of you paused every time some lightning came through and carried on once it stopped every so often. The wind was legit pushing you as you ran that you were positive that you were floating at some point and along with the rain? It felt like you were running through the parking lot blind but the adrenaline kept the both of you moving. Eventually the both of you made it to the car, drenched and panting from it all.

The both of you sat slumped in the front of the car, watching as the rain pelted against the window shield and made it impossible to see out of. That’s when the pinging of your phones went off, signaling that you had messages in the chat with everyone checking in to see if you all made it home.

Chris did the honors of snapping a pic of you two, flash on, with you looking at him wildly and resulted in you flicking his ear which he yelped at. “Girl you need to stop assaulting me, I got delicate skin too.”

Rolling your eyes, you pressed your wet face into his hoodie as he sent the picture off to the chat. Placing the phone down he sat back for awhile before peeking at you, “we prolly should have left on time with everybody else, huh?”

All you could do was laugh in disbelief as Chris tried to hug on you and kiss your face with his wet skin but you did your best to dodge his attacks, both of your laughter drowned out by the rain.

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Continue along with my spring anthology prompts here.

#all american #all american cw #Chris Jackson #Chris Jackson x reader #all american x reader #Spencer moore ii #all american season 4 #Spencer James #Patience all american #patience roberts #Simone hicks #Layla keating #Olivia baker

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phantom-of-the-memes · 5 months

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Hello, I saw your pinned post and I thought I’d ask a question. I am an Irish-American. In recent years I’ve been distancing myself more and more from the American part of my identity. I am hyper aware of the Celtiboo mentality as you put it. I know my username and dash photos aren’t a great start but hear me out lol. (Going back over this. This is a bit of ramble. You are under zero obligation to read or respond to this. I’m still sending it because I think I genuinely want an answer from an actual Irish person but again no obligations)

I struggle with culture and identity because my family gave up Irish culture to assimilate into American culture. In an attempt to decolonize my mindset and unassimilate(not sure if that’s a word) I’ve been trying to learn Irish and be more in tune with Irish language, culture and politics. Tá cúpla focail agam. A weird thing happens when your family assimilates into a culture but holds onto the past still.

My family has only been here for 100 years as of this month. (I know this is a long time but my great grandmother who was the first generation born in the US helped raise me growing up, so it doesn’t feel that long ago) My great-great grandmother ran guns during the rising, independence war, and the civil war. She would tell my mom stories about Ireland growing up. My great grandmother told me I was Irish from the time I could talk till she passed 10 years ago. As well as telling me some of the stories her mom told her. Her mom taught her some Irish but she didn’t know enough to teach to my grandma and then by my mom’s time we lost the language. I’ve been trying to scrape back anything I can of that part of my family. It’s hard to describe but it feels like something is missing. With the two generations that were actually Irish citizens gone now it’s like we lost something more than just them but we can’t put a finger on exactly what it is we lost. My grandmother is eligible for citizenship and I’ve been trying to collect all the documents together for her to claim it but that doesn’t solve the problem of myself and my identity.

This has become rambling at this point but I guess my question is. How do I and my family fit in to this? Are we just pretending? We consider ourselves Irish(even though our connection is dwindling). We don’t want to lose that part of ourselves. Is it just Celtiboo stuff? Or is what we are trying to do justified? There’s a lot more I want to say here but this is already too long of an ask.

You’re American with Irish ancestry ok? It’s quite simple.

#Dublin’s on fire and Americans expect me to give a shit about what they call themselves #I don’t know you #I’ve lost all patience to explain my opinions over and over

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