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risrielthron · 5 years

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30 Day Character Challenge

Under the cut are 30 in depth questions to answer IC or from an OOC perspective to help develop / flesh out your character. Credit to the original authors for these questions - I just couldn’t find the original. I answered these in 2016 and wanted a one shot list for some alts. Feel free to do these one a day or however your mood strikes you!

Day 1: Describe your character’s childhood. Did they get along with their family? Any fond memories or maybe even things that bring back nostalgia? Does your character have any mementos from their childhood they still hold onto fondly?

Day 2: Growing up, whom where your character’s role models? What did your character want to do when they grow up? What were your character’s hopes and dreams?

Day 3: Did your character have schooling or mentoring while growing up? If so, did they enjoy it, whom was their instructor, what was the subject(s) they did well at? If not, why not and does this effect your character in the present?

Day 4: List and describe some of your character’s family: Uncles/Aunts, Parents, Siblings, Grandparents, Cousins, Sons/Daughters, Nieces/Nephews, and even close friends that could be considered. Bonus: Draw a family tree. Which ones influenced your character the most or at all? Which relatives does your character NOT get along with and why? IF your character’s family is unknown, then describe the family they wish to create or daydream about.

Day 5: What is one thing your character wishes they could change in the past and why? (If nothing comes to mind, then what is something your character would like to erase from their past and why?)

Day 6: List some events in your character’s life that has changed them, for the better or worse. How did your character meet with these events? Did your character accept the change in their lives or struggle?

Day 7: Describe your character’s happiest memory, be it a dream or an actual event. List sounds, tastes, touch, and what the setting was like.

Day 8: Oh no! Your character accidentally drank a magic potion, turning them into their favorite animal—what is the animal they transformed into? There is an open door that leads to the nearby forest and several different colored potions left on the desk. What would your character do?

Day 9: It is time to list some of your character’s favorites. List their favorite: places to travel to, favorite cuisine, favorite pub (if they are of age, of course), favorite color, favorite WoW holiday, and favorite faction leader.

Day 10: Does your character have any criminal record. If no, why not? (Example: It is not in your character’s nature.) If yes, list them starting with the earliest in glorious detail.

Day 11: What is your character’s weaknesses and flaws? What is their strengths and things they are excel at? Maybe something your character is training towards or currently learning?

Day 12: Describe your character’s shoes in great detail, one pair that they use or treasure the most. Where did they get them from or who gave them to your character? When or where does your character wear them? Then write a small blurb about what would happen if your character lost them.

Day 13: What is your character’s daily routine, from the early misty mornings to the star-speckled night? How strict is your character to following this routine? How does your character respond to their daily routine being disrupted?

Day 14: Music time! Pick and link one song that describes the following for your character: their day in general, party anthem, really long gryphon ride, and battle music.

Day 15: List three of your character’s most valuable and favorite possessions. How did your character obtain it or whom gave it? Do they hide these items for other people or proudly display them? What would be your character’s reaction to one of them breaking, missing, or stolen in front of them?

Day 16: Your character accidentally swallowed a deadly poison. (I mean c’mon, who leaves that stuff just lying around?) Your character has 24 hours to live. What would they do with their time? Be detailed. And then, psych! Turns out the goop your character ingested will only bring about a high fever, bloating and horrible gas, along with blotches of an incredible itchy rash. What is their reaction to not dying and mentioned side-effects?

Day 17: What is your character’s dream house? Doodle it or find a photo online. (Please, make sure you credit where you got the photo.) What are some features for the home would your character insist on having? Where would this home being located in Azeroth?

Day 18: *sniff sniff* Describe how your character smells. Do they wear perfume or cologne? If so, what is the frequency of use? Do others compliment your character’s scent or do they run the other way? Does your character has a strong or soft smell to them?

Day 19: Does your character trust easily? Whom do they trust the most? Name at least one individual. What did this individual do to earn your character’s trust? What causes your character to lose their trust in someone?

Day 20: Gif time! Find a gif that reflects your character’s reaction to the following: your character’s surprise birthday party, a rogue stealing your character’s most prized possession, winning a lottery, and being summoned before a fraction leader (your character does not the reason, so it could be a good thing… or a bad thing.)

Day 21: Does your character have any mannerisms, quirks, habits, or any other characteristics that define them? How noticeable are they? Does your character try to hide them or they even notice it themselves? Do other characters find these annoying or tolerable?

Day 22: Does your character have a spouse or significant other? If so, describe them how your character sees them and list some shared core values. How did the two character’s meet? What are their favorite things to do together? Include a link of a song that reflects their relationship. If your character is not in a relationship, what does your character look for in a potential lover/partner? Why are they currently single and does this effect your character at all? Describe the perfect date and setting for your character.

Day 23: Describe your character’s room in great detail. Is it messy with clothes flung around or is it neat and tidy with everything in a certain spot. What color are the walls? How many windows? What color are the curtains? Are there any houseplants or herbs? Any rugs or furs on the floor? How large is your character’s bed and is it comfy? How many pillows and blankets? Are there any bookcases? Any photos of friends and family members? Is there a certain theme to the room or an aesthetic your character tries to stick to? If there is a photo that best describes your character’s room go ahead and use it (make sure you credit the photo!).

Day 24: Emotions are something that every human/humanoid faces in one form or another. What makes your character blind with rage? What makes your character calm down? You’re your character wear a mask to hide their emotions or pain? Describe an emotional situation that made your character cry or upset them the most in their life thus far. How did your character overcome this? What makes your character truly happy? How often is your character happy? Do others effect your character’s happiness?

Day 25: What guides your character’s morals and values? What does your character believe in for a higher power? If so, what deities do they worship? How does your character worship their deity? Would your character go to great lengths to please their deity? Do they incorporate their religious beliefs into their daily lives? If they do not believe in a higher power, what is your character’s reason not?

Day 26: Medical Evaluation– Did you character have any childhood illnesses? Has your character ever broken a bone and/or black eye? Does your character have allergies? If so, list them and your character’s reaction (swelling, hives, difficulty breathing). Does your character get headaches or migraines? What causes them and does your character do anything to help them or prevent them? Describe what your character would do if they got a cold. Would any of your character’s friend or family nurse them back to health? Does your character suffer from any mental illnesses? If so, how does your character cope? How does it affect their daily life? Does your character seek medical assistance for their mental health? Why or why not? Does your character have any physical disabilities? How does it affect their daily life?

Day 27: Its gif time again! Find one gif each that best represents your character for the following scenarios: your character eating their favorite food, your character seeing their best friend after being away for a long time (tag them too!), your character spots a large and hideous spider, and why is all the rum gone?

Day 28: What does your character take with them when they go on adventuring? Describe your character’s adventure attire. What does your character look like in casual wear? What are some similarities and differences between the two? Does your character have and ever used formal wear? Why or why not? (Bonus: photos for visuals and aesthetics for your character’s outfits. Make sure to credit photos or use personal screenshots in-game.) Does your character dress to impress, comfort, or whatever they find on sale? Where do they like to shop for their clothing? Do they have clothing tailored and altered? What do others think of their attire?

Day 29: What are some goals in life for your character? What is your character doing actively to obtain these goals? How different and similar are they from their childhood hopes and dreams?

Day 30: You (Yes, you!) sit down right beside your character. Your character looks over at you. Write an interaction between the two of you. What would you discuss? What advice would you give your character? What advice would they give you? Would you two get along, be indifferent, or hiss and run away? What are some similarities and difference between you and your character?

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roger1na · 5 years

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careful ch4 - john deacon x reader

summary: you are a ballet student at the royal ballet academy. To pay for your tuition, you work part-time at the celebrity gossip magazine, Seven. One fateful day you’re sent to interview a band on the rise, Queen, post-concert and befriend the sweetest man on the planet.

words: 4k+

warnings: swearing (and tension ;0)

author’s note: keep forgetting to mention that this fic happens in late july 1974! there are a few inaccuracies concerning brian’s illnesses and newspaper articles but, hey, it’s a fic, right? according to googe though, norwegian wood, really does have waltz time! and it’s a hella good song. thank you for all the love <3

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chapter four

Your heart was ready to burst out of your chest as you looked in the mirror on that fateful saturday morning.

Your hair was falling around your bare shoulders. You’d gone with a bright red tank top and blue overalls that cut off mid thigh, as the meteorologist had promised a hot afternoon. Nervously you pouted at the mirror and tried to look cute, but you felt ridiculously silly.

You had called Rose on friday night in a panic.

“What the fuck do I wear? I can’t just wear my training clothes they’re ugly as shit,” you were babbling on while Rose had laughed.

“You’re so nervous, it’s adorable.”

“Rose,” you had warned.

“Listen, it’ll be alright, put on something you can move in, but not something dumpy, it’s not like you’ll be bending over backwards with a couple of beginners.”

You had sighed and nibbled on your nails, the chewing sound traveling through the phone.

“Oi, don’t bite your nails, it’s a bad habit!” Rose had scolded you. You had stopped immediately, feeling slightly ashamed.

“See, I’ll do something like this, something embarrassing and he’ll leave me forever,” you had whined.

“If he leaves you for that, he was going to leave you anyway,” she had replied nonchalantly.

“Not helpful,” you had groaned and rubbed your forehead.

“It’ll be fine. It’ll be great.” Rose had insisted and you calmed down slightly. “Now go to sleep. You don’t want to be a raccoon tomorrow.”

“Don’t make me regret calling you, I was expecting support.” You had pretended to be offended. “You know what’s worse? I feel silly, like I shouldn’t be this excited for a date- or whatever you call this. Like I’m doing myself a disservice.”

“You don’t have to go all prude just because you love dance.”

“Hey!” You had snapped. “You love dance too, and when d’you last have a girlfriend?”

“Oi, that’s not what I mean, I mean, you can balance things. If you can do an arabesque you can metaphorically arabesque your life.”

“That’s the worst analogy I’ve ever heard.”

“Alright, alright,” there had been a lightness to her voice. “But I’m serious, stop obsessing, go to bed. It’s one of those ‘you’ll understand when you need to’ moments.”

“Bullshit but, I will go to bed, thank you, because I need the sleep, not because you told me to.”

“That’s right, sleep well.”

“Goodnight you righteous bastard.”

Rose had been right, it was pointless to worry about the stretch of your clothes when at most you’d probably get to the fourth position. She could’ve been right about your love life too, but you were stubborn and refused her help.

You glanced in the mirror once more before grabbing your purse and keys and heading out.

The weatherman had hit the mark, sort of. The sun was shining strongly but there was a certain electricity in the air, which entailed a thunderstorm. The hairs on your arms stood on end as your converse slapped on the hot pavement.

The tube was crowded with children on their way to the park, excitedly babbling at their parents about their last daydream. Your stomach coiled with anxiety and you squeezed your purse so tightly your knuckles turned white. You were sure you looked a right sight, and suddenly felt embarrassed. The whole world was shouting around you, perhaps about you, and you wanted to sink in through the tube floor and into the tunnel. You shuddered at the thought of the cold wetness as the metro pulled into your stop.

The address John had given you by another flashy post-it delivered to an overly curious receptionist (this time with a little doodle of his face with a poor stick figure body holding what you assumed was a bass guitar. Didn’t really look like one) lead to a small, but not rundown, studio graced with the EMI Records logo on the front door.

You knocked on the glass gently, but when nobody came to open you tried the handle and found that the door was unlocked. The hallways echoed with bickering and the occasional strum of a guitar. “Hello?” You asked, your voice caught in your throat. You coughed a bit and tried again. “Excuse me?” The sound clattered off the walls, but didn’t stop the bickering.

You continued down the dimly lit corridor with black and white checkered floor tiles and flyers and posters tacked on the walls with no apparent order or reason. Occasionally, you passed a door with a blurry window and a sign saying ‘recording room’ and a number. You pressed your ear to the wall to try and locate the guitar strumming which sounded without a doubt like Brian May’s red special.

You were concentrating on the sound on the other side of a door marked ‘recording room 3’ when the door swung open and nearly hit you on the nose. You stood there, bewildered, hands clutched over your face in a feeble attempt to protect what Rose called the ‘moneymaker’, eyes locked with John’s grey ones, which were slightly widened at the sight of you.

“Careful,” he let a soft smile rise on his cheeks. “I could’ve broken your nose.”

“Is it my fault you have such an aggressive style of opening doors,” you scolded him.

“Didn’t your parents teach you not to eavesdrop?” He raised his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes but smiled at him.

“Deaky! Who’re you talking to? Is Paul back with our coffee?” A high-pitched voice you pinpointed as Roger’s rang from the room.

“Actually, it’s your dance teacher!” You called out over John’s shoulder, then shot him a glance. “Deaky?” You whispered confused.

“Don’t mind it, it’s just a nickname,” he shrugged.

“Alright,” you smiled. “I still like John, though,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, before allowing him to gently take your hand and lead you into the studio.

You felt very exposed once you’d entered the studio, swinging back and forth on your black vans. The band (minus John) was on a little stage, tending to their instruments, Freddie’s hands set on the piano keys, as if he was hesitating to play. When he saw you got up and crossed the room to you at lightspeed.

“Hello, lovely to meet again,” he flashed his famous smile that had been subject of criticism for too long in your magazine. You returned the expression and out of the corner of your eye saw Brian and Roger get up as well, but shoving each other slightly because of what you assumed was another disagreement on the band’s next album. John shot them a signature glare and they poised themselves.

“I’m not good at dancing,” Roger had a way of speaking you could only describe as a drawl. He shook your hand lightly. You felt his calloused skin scratching your palm slightly.

“Don’t worry, we won’t be doing anything too hard today, I promise,” you replied.

“Unless she’s here to make a fool out of all of us,” Freddie grinned.

“I’m nicer than that,” you said over your shoulder before turning and shaking Brian’s hand as well. He felt miles over you in height, especially combined with his hair.

“What’s with the formalities, we’ve met before, haven’t we?” Brian’s voice was warm and his eyes glimmered in the yellow studio light.

“That’s what you do, Brian, when John brings his girl over!” Roger said in the must duh voice. “We’ve got to make a good impression.” You felt redness prickle at your cheeks. His girl? What’d they think was going on? You shared a quick glance with John, who looked equally flustered.

You were still deciding whether to say something about Roger’s little quip when John opened his mouth to tell him off. “We’re here to dance, not scrutinize each other, right?” Roger stuck out his tongue and John rolled his eyes.

“Actually, we’re here to play music and Fred had a spark of ‘genius’ and now we’re here to dance.” Brian made little air quote signs around the word ‘genius’ before smiling at Freddie fondly to remind him that he was joking.

“Right, so, what’re we waiting for?” You huffed, your hands on your hips. “We need more space, you’ll need to push some things around.” When the boys stared at you incredulously for a moment you clapped your hands. “Hey, I’m a lady, I can’t do this by myself!”

John laughed and kicked Roger’s behind as he whined while they set to clearing a space in the center of the floor. “‘M not sure I like her anymore.” He said, rather loudly, but not too maliciously and you grinned at him from where you were helping Freddie shove the grand piano into the corner of the room.

A small, square, space opened in the centre of the room and all the boys rushed to fill a spot in it, each trying to ridiculously out-pose each other, raising their chins comically high and straightening their backs to the point of bending backwards. They were all excited to compete against the ‘best-ish dancer’ prize, falling over each other like little children.

“Alright, don’t worry, I’m not going to make you dance your feet off.” You giggled and helped them adjust themselves to be in the first position, narrating your adjustments. You got to John, who seemed to have figured it out by himself. No wonder, as the first position wasn’t particularly hard, but often beginners struggled maintaining their balance standing with their feet so close.

You continued, hearing the boys get increasingly more frustrated as the positions got harder. When you got to the fourth position, Roger was practically falling over and Brian was struggling with his long legs. Only Freddie and John had managed to somewhat keep their composure.

“This isn’t my favourite thing to do,” Brian mumbled courteously.

“Fuck ballet,” Roger seconded, not nearly as polite.

“Chin up boys, you can’t ever be as good as me, why complain about it?” Freddie grinned.

“How am I doing, Y/N?” John piped up softly.

“Perfect,” you grinned. “But,” you continued, “if you all hate ballet so much, we can try ballroom dancing instead, it’s a lot easier.”

The boys nodded eagerly, except John, who was stuck on the fact that this meant he might have to dance with you and he wasn’t exactly sure of what to do with that information. On one hand, he definitely wanted to lead you, but maybe not in a room with his best mates where he’d make a fool of himself with his clumsy moves. You made eye contact with him, blush on your cheeks, unsure of what he thought of your idea. His lips twitched into a small, nervous smile and you took a shaky breath.

“Right, so, pair up. Winner, best dancer, whatever,” you waved your hands around incoherently before continuing, “gets to dance with me.” The suggestion was silly, but to be fair, you were an uneven amount and you couldn’t just kick the rest of them to the curb and let John twirl you around, though that was all you really wanted.

“Oh she’s brilliant!” Freddie smiled before rushing over to John, who still had the most flabbergasted expression on his face.

“Do you have waltz music?” You peered around the studio. There was a small box of records on the edge of the stage and you rifled through it, picking up the vinyl for the Beatles’ album Rubber Soul.

“Big fan?” Freddie piped up from where he had taken John by the hands.

“Well, uhm, this was published when I was twelve so, maybe when I was a teen? Not really, but Norwegian Wood is in waltz time.” You dusted the cover and slipped out the record, putting it in the vinyl player. “I’ll show you the steps while we wait for Drive My Car to be over, and then you can lead each other to the beat of Norwegian Wood.”

Roger insisted on leading Brian despite being several inches shorter. Freddie was swishing his hair dramatically as John grabbed his waist.

“This is the worst thing you’ve ever done to me,” he muttered to you in passing as you adjusted their positions and you stifled your laughter.

Norwegian Wood began with an upbeat strumming of a guitar.

“I once had a girl

or should I say, she once had me…”

Brian kept tripping over his feet and Roger was by far the worst dancer you’d ever seen. Freddie and John were a bit more smooth but even they had their little hiccoughs. The song ended and you lifted the needle off of the vinyl.

“You guys did so well!” You grinned.

“Don’t lie,” Roger rolled his eyes.

You burst into laughter. “Okay, fair enough, John and Freddie did really well!” Freddie looked proud and John looked embarrassed to be called on.

“So who was the best?” John asked nervously.

You smiled at him and Freddie gave him a dramatic shove forward, despite definitely knowing he was the better half. John stumbled a bit before reaching you, slightly towering over you, taking your hands into his. Freddie moved to the vinyl player to place the needle back at the beginning of Norwegian Wood. Just as the folks-y strumming of guitar began, someone, you assumed was the Paul Roger had named earlier that day. At least he was carrying a tray with four cardboard coffee cups.

You and John flew apart like scattered mice, as if somebody had walked in on something truly scandalous. You looked at the floor embarrassed as Freddie lowered the volume of the song.

“Paul!” Brian greeted and grabbed a cup that had his name scrawled on with black pen. John walked over as well and took his cup and sipped it tentatively.

Paul was a relatively tall man with shaggy, almost ginger, hair, who spoke with a subtle Irish accent. “Eh, and who’s this?” He smiled at you, but his smile was a bit forced and you were both tense with each other.

“Y/N, hi,” you held out your hand and he set the tray of cups down and shook it. His hands were slightly clammy. In the end, Paul wasn’t nasty. He was just a bit stuck up and awkward. You let it slide and gave him a warm smile. He responded with a slightly stiff one, but that was it.

“Sorry, I didn’t get you coffee, never know when Roger’s bringing a girl about.”

You went red and John scoffed. “Yeah, she’s here with me,” he took your hand, squeezing it slightly. “She’s teaching us dance, remember?”

“Sorry,” Paul didn’t even flinch and continued to serve the coffee to Roger and Freddie who had grown a bit tense. Electricity crackled in the air, like the thunder storm you had thought of this morning.

You sat down on the couch. Roger and Brian immersed themselves in more arguing, pointing to each others notes. Freddie tapped out a few absent notes on the piano. John sat next to you.

“He’s an arse, always has been, always will be.” John muttered. “Take no note of it.”

You glanced up, and looked at him for a while. The yellow lighting of the room created dancing shadows on his sculpted face and light danced in his eyes. His uneven lips twitched upward at the right corner when he noticed you staring. “What? Have I got something on me?”

You shook your head. “No.” You placed a hand on his cheek. “I was just admiring you.” The silliness of the words, the romance that you had uttered made you turn away and lower your hand in embarrassment. John was over the moon, a soft smile splitting his face.

“You’re such a dork, Y/N,” he teased you. “If only I’d have known sooner, what a softie you are.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, turning away but occasionally looking back at him with a smirk. .

“Do you want to help with something?” He suddenly turned to you, grey eyes sparkling.

“Sure, what is it?”

He set his cup down and dragged you up by the wrists. “Hey,” you laughed. “What’s going on?” Brian glanced at you two absentmindedly, two young lovers in his mind, giggling and enjoying the world. A gentle expression crossed his face before he went back to songwriting.

“Come, I’ll show you,” John only said secretively.

He lead you out of the room, further back into the studio until you arrived at a banged up door which looked like it hadn’t been used in years. The paint was peeling and some of the letters on the door had faded off so it said ‘re o ding ro m’ with a small number six that was more of just another ‘o’ because the stem had been rubbed off.

“They closed this part of studio down because keeping six recording rooms was unreasonable.” He took out a rusty key and twisted it in the lock. “So,” he opened the door with a creak. “I stole the space.”

The room smelt of ink and electronics. “Wow,” you breathed out, in awe. Posters of bands and bassists were tacked on the room as well as pictures of his band, and an article called ‘John Deacon, shutterbug at large’ with pictures taken by him surrounding the title text. Next to the back wall was a desk with a box connected to lots of wiring on it.

“It’s great, isn’t it?” He smiled as you turned around in the room, inspecting the little details.

“It’s so cool.” You jumped around in excitement. “Does the rest of the band know about this?”

John shook his head. “They think the key to the room was lost.”

“Brilliant. And evil, John.” You teased. “What’d you need my help for?”

John flicked his right pointer finger as he realised what he’d brought you here to do, and flashed a quick smile before digging in the drawers and fishing out a boxy polaroid camera. “Will you let me take a picture of you?”

You smiled gently. “You sure? I’m not that good of a model. Or particularly pret-” John cut you off by taking your hand.

“You’re absolutely perfect.”

You hesitated before nodding. “But only if you let me take one of you as well!��

John laughed and let you take a seat and pose slightly before there was a small click and a flash before the polaroid started coming out.

The picture was black and he placed it upside down on the desk, before handing you the camera. “Alright, I have no idea how this works,” you announced, fiddling with the camera. John gave you a wide grin, showing his tooth gap, eyes wrinkling and you snapped a photo.

“We need to place it upside down, so it develops well,” he instructed and tried to take the photo.

“Oh but you promise I get this one? To take home and all?”

“Absolutely,” he assured you.

“Okay, one more, then,” you took the camera from his unsuspecting hands and turned it so you couldn’t see what picture you were taking, only knowing that John was leaning close to you, breath tingling on your cheek and looking into the black lenses.

The photo rolled out and you set it down. John was looking at you adoringly. You turned to him, hips swaying a little bit. “D’you want to finish that dance?”

John took your waist hesitantly. “That’d be nice, yeah.”

“Can you sing? Norwegian Wood?”

John thought for a bit before taking a few small waltz steps, his voice starting low and scratchy.

He lead you gently, smoothly. You glided along his arms, enjoying the warmth of his hand on your waist. And god, you loved his voice. It was deep and soft but powerful. It rumbled from his vocal chords and sent shivers down your spine.

He finished the song, slowing down the beat slightly.

“So I lit a fire

Isn’t it good, Norwegian wood?”

On the last wood of the song, he spun you around slowly, and though you knew the song was about an arsonist burning down his almost one-night-stand’s house, it did really feel as if he’d lit a fire. It burned in your chest and reddened the blush on your cheeks. It sparkled in your hands and steamed where you were skin to skin.

Time stopped. You were both still slightly swaying even though the singing had stopped. Your eyes flicked to his lips and back to look into his grey eyes. You leaned very close, you could feel his breath on your face. He smelt of earthly cologne and breath mints.

There was only a few centimetres between your lips and his when thunder rumbled throughout London and startled you so bad you ducked and fell into his arms with a shriek. You both stood in stunned silence whilst you shook in his grip.

He chuckled slightly. “Are you afraid of thunder?” You looked up, chin pressing against his chest and nodded meekly.

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. Fire burned where his lips touched your skin. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep you safe.” And he wrapped his arms around you tighter and rocked back and forth slightly. After a few moments had passed, he said in a low voice: “D’you want to join the others?” To which you shook your head.

“I’m fine here.” You mumbled. “Sorry, I’m a bit daft.”

You felt John’s chest shake as he barked in laughter. “You’re so silly. You don’t need to apologise for anything. I’m just as well here.”

“Thank you.” You felt bad you hadn’t kissed him. Like your chance was gone with the wind, washed down the drain with the rainwater that storms brought from the sea.

Slowly you unraveled yourself from his arms and took the photographs off the desk and smiled at the one with the both of you on it. John insisted on pinning them all on the wall, except the one of himself, which you held from his reach, reminding him that it was yours to keep.

“Like you promised!” You yelled as you let him chase you around the room a bit before he caught you from the waist and pulled you into an iron grip where you squealed with laughter, still waving the photo far from his reach. He looked ridiculously adorable in the shot, his cute smile living in the photo, hair a little messed up.

The thunder rumbled again but you didn’t hear it over your own and John’s laughter. Happiness filled your heart and love pumped through your veins.

The day passed too fast and too soon you were exchanging goodbyes at the exit of the studio. The rain was pouring outside, but the air was still hot. The other members of the band had already said their ‘byes’ and teased her endlessly but goodnaturedly about disappearing for the larger part of an hour.

“You sure you’re okay going out on your own? I can drive you again, if you want?” His voice dripped with concern and his downturned eyes seemed sad.

“John, I’m going to be fine. The cab’s waiting, and I don’t think the driver would be too fond of me just popping over saying, ‘I’ve got another ride, bye.’”

He sighed and looked at you long through those grey, piercing eyes. A clap of thunder made you jump slightly. The hairs on your arms were stood on end. You regretted wearing the tank top. John saw you shiver and shrugged of his own jacket and gave it to you. You tried to protest but he reassured you.

“You can give it back the next time we’ll see each other.”

“Next time?” You whispered.

“Yeah.”

You smiled, and on your tiptoes leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “‘Till next time, John Deacon.”

“‘Till next time, Y/N Y/L/N.”

You ran through the rain to your cab, a goofy grin plastered across your face. If the driver had asked, you could’ve talked about this day forever, but instead, you took out the picture of John, with his kind eyes and stared at it lovingly until the cab reached your home.

‘Till next time.

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plaggislife · 6 years

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Soulmate AU - Skin Markings Part 3

Adrien flopped back onto his bed, filled with relief at the knowledge that his soulmate--Marinette--was alright. That she wasn't hurt. That he didn't have to transform tomorrow, call Ladybug, and somehow convince her to help him organize a search party for his missing beloved. At the same time, he was surprised at the aching that remained in his chest--a kind of longing he hadn't felt since his mother's disappearance was still fresh--and he realized he wanted more. Now that he had carried out a full conversation with his soulmate--Marinette, he reminded himself; that would take some getting used to--which was now saved in his phone as a collection of new photos, he realized he wanted to know her. He didn't want to continue life, content to watch her doodles, content simply to know that she was there. Because he wasn't content. Not anymore. He wanted to hear her voice, see a room lighten by her presence as she entered, make her scoff at his dumb puns the way Ladybug did.

Ah, Ladybug. What would she say when he told her about his Marinette? She'd always been so indulgent to him, laughing fondly as he gushed over her latest doodle, giggling at his determination to remain silent on his end, assuring him that any girl would be lucky to catch a guy as genuine as he. She was certainly a true friend. She would be so proud of his onslaught of bravery--but not before she laughed at his crippling fear that something had happened to her. He could imagine her words now. Oh, Chaton. There are going to be days when she's too busy to pick up a pen and draw on herself, you know. But he knew she secretly cared. Secretly she sympathized because she knew what it was to be without a soulmate. She knew, from this lack, the feeling of true loneliness--and she understood that his soulmate's presence was the only thing saving him from succumbing to that loneliness completely, just as her personal relationships with others protected her from the same.

Maybe he could reassure her now. After all, hadn't Marinette assumed he was dead because he'd never written to her before? Maybe her soulmate was just shy. Shy like Adrien.

Adrien was struck the next morning by another wave of intense longing when, at the crack of dawn--a time that no one should be up yet, mind you--he received a brief, 'Good morning, Sunshine! :)' This time, she'd drawn a tiny ladybug; a tiny dotted line stretched out behind it to show where it had been, forming a delicate frame around the message. This was followed by her trademark smiling sun, an inch down and to the right of the message. He wanted so badly to respond, but he knew his father would have his head if he blatantly disobeyed his rule just to greet some "stranger" in the morning. He'd gotten up extra early to scrub away his end of their previous conversation before his first photoshoot; he was lucky to have gotten away with that at all.

"Plagg, we have to do something," he muttered as the crew broke apart for the day. Thankfully, the absence of his fear for his girl had allowed him to focus more fully on posing just so, and his work for the day had been mostly painless, if not a little boring.

Plagg flew out from Adrien's pocket to take hold of the cheese he offered. "'bout what?" he mumbled around the snack.

"About...me! My entire existence. Plagg, I can't stand it anymore. I have to meet her. I have to."

"I thought you wanted your identity secret," Plagg drawled. "So you could be her sunshine child."

"I do not want to be her sunshine child!" Adrien scowled at the kwami, who gave him a look until he thought over what he'd said. He rolled his eyes. "Alright, fine. I'll give you that one." Plagg grinned. "But that's not the point. The point is...my girl...Marinette, jeez I can't believe this is even real--Marinette is just...so great. And I can't even talk to her. I can't answer her when she says good morning. I can't draw her flowers or sunshine or ladybugs. My father would throw a fit! But I can't just...doing things one-sided isn't enough anymore. We have to do something."

Plagg regarded his Chosen for a few moments, munching thoughtfully on the last of his cheese. "What about school?"

Gabriel Agreste was less than thrilled about Adrien's idea of attending public school.

"Please, Father. I promise, I'll be safe. Chloe will be there; the mayor can make arrangements to make sure--"

"Adrien, this isn't something on which I'm negotiating. My answer is final."

"But--"

"Final." His father fixed him in his trademark stare, the one that scared his lesser and reminded his equals that they were, in fact, not so equal after all.

Adrien searched his expression for the slightest weakness, and when there was none, he sighed and turned away. "Yes, Father." They stood there for another moment before he cleared his throat and requested his leave, as he had a piano recital to practice for the next week.

"Excused," his father stated, never dropping that formal tone.

Adrien sank into his desk chair staring at the Ladyblog session that was still open on his screens, hoping that maybe there would be an akuma just for an excuse to get out and let off some steam. When he'd sat there staring for a full half-hour, he took up his pen and a deep breath, and began a quick message to Marinette.

Marinette was just leaving an ice-cream place with Alya and Nino when she felt the still-new sensation of a pen on her arm. She yelped and nearly threw her ice-cream cone at the passing flurry of pigeons.

"Whoa there, girl! What happened to you?" Alya laughed and nudged her with her shoulder.

"I--uh...just...thought I saw a spider on my cone! Crazy scary!"

Alya laughed and continued walking, and Marinette rubbed at her arm, grateful that the note was hidden at the moment by her jacket. Alya would never let her hear the end of it if she found out her soulmate was alive and kicking--and hiding behind the alias of 'Sunshine'--the thought of that still made her blush. Not to mention, she would start setting her up with all of the guys in their class to see if they were it--and if that didn't work, she'd move on to the rest of the school, and eventually, somehow, the rest of the city.

That raised the question though...was Sunshine from Paris at all?

Marinette tried to sneak a look at the message when Alya was distracted by Nino, who had "bumped into them" about a half-hour ago. The thought made her laugh. She knew there was nothing accidental about Nino's sudden appearance at the same parlor; he'd heard them making their plans at the beginning of Ms. Mendeliev's class earlier, and--though the girl didn't know it--had the biggest crush on Alya. Marinette thought this was fitting, as she'd realized the two were soulmates within a month of Alya's arrival at their school. She didn't think the two had realized for themselves, but she enjoyed watching things play out.

This train of thought was interrupted as soon as she got the gist of Sunshine's message: I'm hurting and I need someone. Though he didn't say it in so many words, electing, instead, to scrawl a quick, 'Hey there, Marinette! I hope you had one fantastic day! Sorry for the silence today. I thought I'd try to stick to my dad's rules but now...well I'm starting to realize it isn't worth it. Funny how that happens sometimes, isn't it? Anyway! Hope things are dandy. How's it coming with those designs?'

"Hey, guys?" Marinette glanced around for a quick escape. "I...just got a text--I have some stuff to do at the bakery today. Maman and Papa took on another order and they need someone to man the front. Mind if I leave you to it?"

For once--thank heavens--Alya didn't notice the odd undertone in Marinette's voice, too preoccupied by Nino, who was now leaning into her bubble--hehe, pun; Nino's always had a thing with bubbles--to show her a new playlist he'd put together the other day.

"Yeah, sure, girl. Text you later?"

"Sure!"

Marinette turned and ran as fast as she could the other way, ducking into a familiar alley to rake her sleeve up her arm, baring it to the point of her pen. She ignored Sunshine's greeting, apology, and question--basically she just ignored everything he'd said and jotted down, instead, a quick, 'Sunshine, are you okay? What happened?'

Then she stood there, waiting. But his response didn't come. Maybe...maybe he'd fallen asleep? But no, that wasn't right. It had hardly been five minutes since he'd written the message. Maybe he was thinking over a response. Maybe she'd imagined his distress? She read through his words again and pondered them for a minute. No, there was definitely something wrong. She knew, even from their short conversation the night before what he sounded like when he was okay, and this was not okay. She waited another moment before scribbling a prompting, 'Sunshine? Come on, are you okay?'

She paced in the alley for another ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Where was he? A glance out at the street told her it was getting dark. Maybe she'd best head on home.

But she'd barely made it two steps toward the opening of the alley before an uneasy feeling had her retreating back into the darkness. No, she couldn't just go home when Sunshine was so upset. It wasn't right. It didn't feel right to just sit there and do nothing when she could have been--could have been--could have been what? Searching? Yelling? Hoping someone out on the streets would answer to the pseudonym 'Sunshine'? No, those things were plausible. But she had to--she had to do something!

She wrote another message on her arm. 'Sunshine, please say something. I need to know' she paused as her throat constricted with another wave of fear. It took her a moment to finish. 'if you're okay.'

Still no answer.

"Hey."

Marinette screamed and flailed her arms at the sudden voice behind her, turning with wide, frightened eyes to see the familiar glowing green eyes of her partner. "Chat Noir! Thank goodness, Chat Noir, I need your help!"

"I'd say," he agreed flatly, and Marinette, in the back of her mind, realized that wasn't his usual tone either. "What are you doing out here all alone? You could get hurt walking the streets this late at night." He placed a careful hand on her shoulder and turned her back out toward the street. "Come on. I'll escort you home. Mind giving me an address?"

"What? No, I can't go home! I have to--"

Chat Noir jerked to a halt. "Can't go home? Have you run away? Look, girl. I understand not having the greatest life at home--believe me, I do--but if you're going to run away, you should probably find a better place to stay than some creepy alley in the dead of night." He started pushing her again, "Now come on. Address. Let's get you home."

"What? No!" Marinette yanked herself out of Chat Noir's reach. "Chat Noir, I haven't run away from anything. I--I--I'm trying to find someone. Please, I need your help. He could be in trouble, and I--I can't lose him." Marinette glanced down at her feet and then met his eyes. "I just got him, Chat. I can't lose him, and he needs me."

Chat regarded the girl more closely, eyes widening as he took in the raw emotion in her expression. This girl--she was terrified. He thought for a moment. "Well...alright, I'll help you. But only if we get you home safely. And soon. Your parents will be worried sick if you're out too late." He knew only too well about parents worrying sick. His father worried sick enough for the both of them--and his missing mother. "Who are you looking for?"

Much to his surprise, the girl blushed. "Well, I...I don't know his name...exactly?"

Chat's eyes widened. "You don't know his name? How are we going to find him if you don't know his--" He broke off when he spotted the girl's devastated expression. "Sorry. Sorry, I'm--We can find him. Don't worry. Hey, don't worry. We'll find him, I promise. Now. What do you know about this boy? Where was he seen last? How does he know you?"

The girl sniffled a bit. "He...He said he's kinda famous--that's why I don't know his name. He said he didn't want me to think of him differently."

Chat nodded slowly; this he could understand. Perhaps that would make it easier to find the boy. Being able to think like he did. "Alright, and...?"

"He...his father is...strict? I think? It seems like his father is strict, and he's lonely."

Check and check. Chat's spirits raised infinitesimally. He was sure to find the boy for this girl. No problem. It was like they were the same guy! "Okay, good, this is good. What else?"

"I...Well, he's my soulmate, and I just met him yesterday, so there's actually not a lot I know about him. But he wrote to me maybe an hour ago, and he sounded different--like he was sad or something--and so I was worried about him but he won't write me back and I'm afraid maybe--maybe--well, I don't know, but people do crazy things when they're upset and I'm just scared he's gotten himself into trouble." The girl caught him in those wide, teary blue eyes. "I wrote him back as quickly as I could, Chat. Why won't he answer me? Please, please, I can't--I can't lose him. Not now."

"Hey, hey, shh." Chat pulled the girl into his arms, tucking her head safely under his chin and purring a bit--he knew his purr was soothing; it was one of his favorite ways to calm Ladybug when he'd had another close call with an akuma for her. He didn't speak again until the girl had gone still in his arms, her sharp gasps and sniffles slowing into a steadier pattern of inhale-exhale. "We'll find your boy, I promise. Now...what else? I need everything that might help us find him. We're off to a pretty good start as it is, if I do say so myself." Chat winked.

The girl tried to smile, and his heart broke just a little. He'd find that boy tonight if it killed him. "Well...I call him Sunshine. He says...he says I'm his sunshine and...he's mine now, too." She wiped at the tears on her face and held out a shaking hand. "I'm Marinette, by the way. Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Chat nearly fell over the chock was so great. It felt like he'd been literally struck in the gut and was now floundering about like a fish out of water. "M--Marinette?!" Her words echoed through his mind: He says I'm his sunshine and...he's mine now, too. He thought he might cry he was so excited! He scooped her up and spun her around, laughing loudly. "Marinette! I can't believe it's you!"

"Chat!" she yelped. "Chat Noir, wait, what's going on?"

He set her back down on the ground, catching her as she stumbled. "Marinette, I'm your soulmate...s friend!" The excited pounding of his heart took on a more panicked note. "Your soulmate!" he blurted. "He's my friend! And I know for a fact that he's perfectly fine." He grinned down at the girl proudly, taking the moment to look at her--really look at her--and appreciate, now that he knew he belonged to her, how adorable she was. There was no other way to describe her. Those child-like black pigtails, the barely discernable dusting of freckles across her nose and cheekbones, those big, beautiful blue eyes...His heart skipped a bet. Wow.

Oh, her eyes were narrowing. "You know my sunshine?" the girl--Marinette!--repeated. Less than convinced.

His heart gave another painful squeeze when she called him her sunshine. "I do. I promise, I know him, and I promise he's safe."

She studied him for another moment before allowing herself to visibly relax as she saw he was telling the truth. "Oh thank goodness. I...I was so..." Her breath hitched again and she pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. Only then did he notice the sleeve of her blazer, pulled back to her elbow, revealing his message to her, and her worried response.

A wave of guilt crashed through Chat's celebrations, and he wondered briefly how she could tell. From their one conversation, how could she tell he'd been upset? He'd rehearsed his message to her for the sole purpose of sounding normal! But then...what did he know about normal?

He stepped closer to her again, taking her wrists gently into his clawed fingers and pulling them away from her face, which was blotched again with tears. He brushed the moisture away with the pad of a thumb as he tugged her sleeve back down to her wrist with his other hand.

"Come on, Marinette. Let's get you home. I'm sure Ad--er--Sunshine just got caught up by some of his dad's orders again. No worries."

Realizing, now that the panic was gone, that she was completely exhausted, Marinette mumbled her address to him, and he vaulted her there over the rooftops of Paris. Her parents were, as he'd predicted before, worried sick when they arrived. The two of them were posted dutifully at separate doors; Tom--as he'd learned was her father's name--had had his pone at the ready, waiting for Sabine's okay to call their friend, Roger Raincomprix. Chat Noir was glad to have saved them the trouble.

He touched down at the main entrance to a bakery he had never seen before, despite its proximity to his own home--now that he thought about it, there were many places he wasn't familiar with in this part of town; usually he avoided the area. He didn't like the way the Manor loomed constantly in the background. But now...there. Was that Marinette's school? It had to be. He had to go there!

Tom and Sabine came racing out of their separate doors, meeting the superhero and their daughter almost simultaneously.

Chat Noir greeted them as politely as he knew how--which was pretty polite considering his stuffy upbringing--and they thanked him profusely for bringing their daughter home, scolding her for leaving her friends under false pretenses. Chat had to agree with them there. What if something had happened to her? No one would have known where to find her--or where to even start looking. And if he hadn't been there...Would he have woken up the next day to a missing citizen report? A girl named Marinette and the heartbreaking fear that she was his? Out there lost and alone? He couldn't bear the thought.

He left the family with another stern warning to Marinette to be more careful.

What had possessed her to run off like that? Why would she lie to her friends about what was going on?

Marinette settled into her mattress with a heavy sigh, lungs still trembling from her tears earlier. She'd never been more grateful for her partner. Maybe she'd make him some cookies or something to thank him for his help. Right after scolding Sunshine for scaring her so badly.

Speak of the devil. There were the first signs that he really truly was okay.

'I'm sorry!' his message read. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. My dad had some stuff for me to do. Sorry.'

Marinette wiped at her eyes and gave another sigh. 'It's okay. Just' she paused for a minute, thinking.

' Just...?"

'Just...Sunshine, are you okay? You seemed upset earlier.' It was easier for Marinette to forget that awful, heart-wrenching fear if she focused on him instead of herself. That was a coping mechanism of hers. She didn't notice her own insecurities as much when she was helping others to overcome theirs.

'I'm okay,' he wrote quickly.

She frowned at her arm, rereading his first message. Pondering, again, its tone. 'Sunshine.'

She could sense his hesitation even with the unknown distance between them. 'I'm okay now,' he amended. 'I wasn't. But I am now.'

'What happened?'

'Just my dad. He tends to be...overprotective.'

'Yikes. What' she hesitated again, wondering how best to word this.

'What what' he responded immediately.

She laughed shakily. 'Have patience, Sunshine. I'm thinking.'

' :P '

She laughed again, wholeheartedly this time. 'Dork ;) I just' a short pause 'was wondering' another pause 'what' Marinette scowled at her arm. There was no tactful way to ask this, but she wanted to know, 'he denied you, I guess. How was he overprotective today?'

Sunshine paused again before answering. 'Marinette' he paused again, and Marinette was beginning to appreciate his impatience just moments ago. Waiting for a finished thought wasn't so much fun. 'I'm not' he paused 'a normal' pause 'kid. I've never had normal kid opportunities. I've always just been' he gave an extra long pause this time, and she sensed he was battling with himself on whether or not to be honest with her about something. His next word confirmed that he would, 'alone.' He added a quick, 'You know?' she guessed to detract from the painful reality of the word. 'But I've always had you, even if I didn't exactly' pause 'acknowledge you directly, I was always aware of you, and I was always grateful to have you. You're the only thing I can count on to always be there for me. It's like' he paused again 'you don't even have to try. And after last night, when we were talking for real I just' he gave another long pause. 'I wanted that to last, you know? I knew I couldn't risk responding to you everytime--my father would go ballistic if I did--and so I started brainstorming ideas and'

After a very long pause, it was clear that she would have to prompt him to continue. 'And...?'

'I don't know. Now that I think about it, it's kinda silly.'

'It's not silly if its important to you.'

There was another long pause, and Marinette wondered what he was thinking about. She was about to ask him just that when he finally continued. 'I thought if I could convince him to let me attend public school, maybe I could find you. I could look or your doodles, an listen for your name. I could find you somehow, and be with you, even if you never knew it was me. Marinette I' he paused again. 'I just want to know you.'

Marinette thought she might start crying again, but she noticed Tikki watching her from one of her shelves and wiped the budding moisture away. She read those words again, I just want to know you, and grinned so widely it hurt her face. She took up her pen to give him one last message: 'Don't give up. Good-night, Sunshine.' She wondered if he knew that embedded in those last five words was a quiet I love you.

#myfanfic #adriennette #soulmateau #partthree

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darkstrangevirgilanxiboi · 7 years

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High School Trends That I Remember Fondly

Okay so let me share with you all some quality high school trends from my days in high school because boy were we a bunch of sass masters These all took place from 2007 -2012 because I went to a weird fusion school that lumped every grade from 7th to 12th together ( that means we had thirteen year olds up to 18-19 year olds in the same school ) Anyway let's go 7th Grade( I was a smol 13 year old) First off there were like 30 kids in each class okay? So.... - Pencils as hair decor ???? Why???? - Swiping needles from Home Ec and sticking them in your finger JUST under the surface of the skin to freak out the teach - Referring to lunch as ' the troph special' -Girls sending guys Valentine's that just said ' U R No Good ' and ' Allen Ur Not In My League ' - Guys sending girls tiny stuffed animals for V Day with cards that said ' I'm Soft For U' and ' Be My Plush One?' - Claiming various things had ' killed our ancestors ' : ' I can't do long division , my thirty seventh great grandfather died doing that' ' No I can't answer that question sir, every male in my family so far has died answering English questions ' ' I'm not allowed to be disciplined , discipline killed my grandma' - Wearing rubber bands as bracelets or rings and the tighter you could get it the cooler you were ???? This kid almost lost a finger by third period I mean ..... -Asking our biology teacher what would happen if insects could speak every class period ' What if wasps could speak but they only spoke Mid-6th Century English ' ' What if spiders all speak Russian' ' Do you think bees know English ' - Pestering our history teacher for the history of the Leaf Village ( I'm sorry Mr. Hoagland ) - Replying ' Deleted' when your name was called ..... I accidentally started this one 8th grade ( I was 14 ) - Rap battles to settle arguments ???? - Yoyo fights. It got intense. -Every white boy in school dressed like a bad Western movie character , cowboy hats and spurs and SO.MUCH.PLAID. - ' The Dew Crew', a gang of boys who drank nothing but Mountain Dew as refreshment , was born and monopolized the school's soda supply of Mountain Dew . All of them made it to adulthood but it is suspected they no longer require sleep and eat only the disdainful glares of women for survival ( at their peak there were 15 of them ) - Intense shouting of someone else's name every time something went wrong ( usually the name Sasuke ) - Pentagrams everywhere ; drawn on any surface we could find unsupervised for a second , started by me doodling in art class and picked up by my squad . The school board thought someone was possessed by the devil it was GREAT.... I NEVER GOT CAUGHT - In Chemistry we watched Finding Nemo about 3 times a week because the teacher was really forgetful and he let us watch it when he forgot his lesson plan , so by the end of the first month that year every kid he taught would call various roundish objects ' the butt' and I was nicknamed' Dory ' by everyone I knew Also the principal was nicknamed' Bruce" -Hardcore Zombie prep planning , there was a gang and everything . The Apoca-Punks are still strong - Disney discourse in English class because our teacher was a huge nerd for Disney and loved nothing more than to watch us argue over which princess would beat Gaston in a fight faster ( Kida won by a landslide but we all agreed Mulan would murder him in five seconds flat ) Also he nicknamed all of us after Disney characters and I was Lilo ( my best friend was Stitch ) - Okay so I brought a bag of chocolate as a treat for the class one week and I was really tired and out of it so when the teacher ( our English teacher Mr . Bagley, who was also the principal) asked me to ' explain the historical properties of chocolate' I got sarcastic and went ' For many years chocolate has been used in medicinal treatments for ailments of all kinds. Perhaps it will even cure the lack of hair on Mr . B's head' ...... For a second it was dead silent and then he laughed and said "Well put , you continue to live up to your nickname, Lilo!" - Shakespeare quotes at inopportune times " Exit, pursued by a bear" " We are in the middle of a test , Austin. " " A rose , by any other name , would smell-" " DO NOT ENCOURAGE HIM INDI" - The drama kids dramatically snapping during arguments - Okay so there was this weird loft zone in the second gym( because our school had two , a sucktastic old one from the fifties and a newish one from the eighties ) nobody was supposed to go up there unless they had permission and it was for filming a basketball game ??? But everyone went up there anyway and at least ten couples lost their virginity up there ( what a weird place to do it tho , we kept the wrestling mats up there) I sluffed class a few times and took a nap there And it became a Thing to draw a little baby face on the wall if you lost your V card there -Supergluing coins to stuff???? There's still a dime on someone's locker and it's been like ten years -' Ambrosia' , AKA this super delicious combo of cherry slurpee , Sprite, and orange Fanta that our English teacher made us during parties . He literally made it in these huge plastic bins and just ladeled it out to everyone 9th Grade( I was 15) - The Goth Invasion Everyone who was punk enough wore black ripped jeans and eyeliner and streaked their hair with red and black One kid never left the Goth phase , we love u Scott ( it's cool he was our school's Warren Peace anyway ) - AFTER A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY VIEWING OF SKY HIGH FOR HALLOWEEN MY CLASSMATE SCOTT WAS NICKNAMED WARREN BY THE ENTIRE SCHOOL He was really salty about it too , he said " Warren isn't goth he's Punk there's a difference you capitalist Bible thumpers' Scott got 54 Valentine's that year but just shrugged and gave his candy to me and my squad because we were , as he put it ' the only punk crew in class, plus you're all really cute ' He never kept a girlfriend very long but he was the nicest guy you've ever seen ( everyone thought he was gay but just too shy to say it ) Over the years he is consistly hotter , and more unashamedly Goth - My sister arrived in school and was immediately the most popular kid in school and was nicknamed ' Princess ' - My squad got nicknamed ' Squad 7 " due to our obsession with Naruto and other anime , and we each were nicknamed after characters from the show by my friend Indi ( who was named after Indiana Jones, no lie) Melanie was ' Kiba' ( which delighted her because she would marry him in a heartbeat ) Mackenzie was ' Neji' because according to Indi she was the most monologue-y Chandra was ' Hinata' because she was shy but fierce And I, Aubrey , was ' Gaara' because according to Indi :' Your dad is kinda sucky and you've got two siblings . You're sort of the social outcast of school and when you get annoyed enough it's like you've got this terrifying supernatural thing in your eyes , I love it ' I LOVE THAT NICKNAME 10th Grade( I'm 16) - ' Because I'm Batman ' being an answer to every question - Goonies puns - Three girls got pregnant and were called the ' Baby On Board Squad" - Due to this teen pregnancy scandal , my heavily Christian community had our school hold assemblies about how ' Sex will kill you' and how ' every time a teen has Sex Thoughts, an angel cries' ..... There were ' God Is Abstintent ' posters everywhere So naturally we revolted and the drama class put up these fliers reading ' Without Sex, You Wouldn't Be Around . ' ' Satan Loves You and Wants You To Explore Your Perfectly Normal Urges ' ' Sex Won't Kill You- But STD's Could! Use Protection! ' ' Wrap It Before He Taps It And The Angels Won't Be Crying " " Boys Like Girls.Boys Think Of Girls In Sexual Ways. Boys Best Treat Her Right First . Boys Best Be Stepping Up As Baby Daddys If They Tap Dat " And many more golden rebellious posters - Shouting " Go Go Power Rangers " when dealing with a problem and just out of nowhere any kid wearing the appropriate Power Ranger colored shirt would appear So you'd get a guy in red , a guy in blue , a guy in black , a guy in white , a guy in green , a guy in gold , a guy in silver, a girl in pink and a girl in yellow and they'd all pose dramatically and do the Power Rangers moves - Rubber band slingshot warfare using hairpins as ammo - The school dividing into Benders and Non Benders , and the school's most loved outcast was deemed Avatar( I got the honor so my squad was nicknamed accordingly ) - High School Musical was the biggest thing ever because our music teacher WROTE THE SCORES FOR THEM I MEAN....... We all knew every song by heart that year Everyone shipped Chad and Ryan 11th Grade( I was 17 ) -Percy Jackson was huge and everyone wanted a godly parent - Every girl used a dramatic break up song to end things with her man it was GLORIOUS - Taylor Swift was playing on the radio every day - My class finally realized that my friend Courtney and I had the same exact birthday and birth year , and thus introduced us to substitute teachers as ' The Fraternal Twins' Courtney and I are both gonna be 23 on March 20 at 6:40 am - Our history teacher thought my friends and I were in an assassin cult because we were always drawing kunai knives and swords and guns , so he banned kunai drawing????? And it thus became the Cool Thing to graffiti everywhere??? All because I drew one on my ASVAB???? -The sheriff pulled me out of homeroom because I'd been overheard singing P!nk's " Funhouse" and the Secretary thought I was an arsonist because of the line " I'm gonna burn this sucker down " and thus rumors spread like wildfire that I'd: ~ Murdered someone ~ Witnessed a crime ~ Started a gang war ~ Shot a cop ~ Robbed the one gas station in town ~ Insulted the sheriff's daughter by not inviting her to my birthday party so he was here to bribe me to do so ~ Stolen the sheriff's prized collection of horse paintings 12th Grade ( I was 18 ) - Posters everywhere about the world ending ( it was 2012) - Harry Potter mania - John Lennon Memes???? No really on the anniversary of his death the school was flooded with posters of him everywhere saying " In Loving Memory Of A Dreamer " and the radio only played his music and the drama class went around stating facts about his death it was surreal and I was part of it

#high school #truth #funny

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