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sophinisba) wrote2006-07-11 03:58 pm
sophinisba) wrote2006-07-11 03:58 pm
New Faculty fic: Five Things that Never Happened to Stokely Mitchell; part 1: Maybe We Really Win
I wrote a Five Things! Stokely is the main character, but there's a good deal of Casey and Zeke there too, so do give it a try, even if femslash isn't so much your thing. You can skip or skim over the girly parts (that's some of this part and most of part 3 especially) if you want!
Parts rated PG through R for language, violence, character death(s), space aliens, very mild m/m slash, and rather less mild femslash.
All parts will be posted today. (Sorry for the spam.)
Heartfelt thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
danachan for support throughout the writing of this and to aprilkat for a fantastic beta job at the end.
Part 1, Stokely/Nurse Harper (other pairings briefly), PG-13
1.
Stokely thinks Casey shouldn't have gone straight to Mr. Furlong with the thing he found, but she understands the impulse. If she'd found it, she would've gone straight to Rosa, even though she doesn't trust the rest of the faculty. So Casey has one teacher he trusts, and Stokely has the school nurse.
Not that that's how she thinks of her, though of course that is how it started out. Stokely has asthma and all the gym teachers know it, but that didn't stop Willis from forcing her to run the mile along with everyone else in ninth grade, and the attack that set off was more than her inhaler could take care of. It was Stan Rosado, of all people, Stan who'd never even spoken to her before that day, who held her through the crisis and talked her through the panic; it was Casey who ran inside to get the nurse. (Both boys had been making good time, and Willis yelled at them for stopping, and said they'd have to run it again tomorrow, but they ignored him.) Miss Harper, once she got there, didn't actually do anything to help Stokely through the attack, but she did scream her own lungs out at Willis, called him a bully and a sadist and a fucking irresponsible moron. And it didn't help Stokely to calm down, but it did make her feel stronger.
Really, as a nurse, she wasn't worth a whole hell of a lot. But she was an ally, and a friend, and before that day Stokely hadn't thought she had any friends at Herrington High.
That day, once Stokely could walk, Harper brought her back to the nurse's office and let her lie down and sleep through algebra. When Stokes woke up, Miss Harper was staring at her, and while Stokes was trying to remember what had happened the nurse said, "Don't waste your time with that boy. He's not good enough for you. These jocks" -- and she waved her hand vaguely in the air, and Stokely stared, dumb with sleep, awed with beauty -- "they don't understand about what women need at all."
And it hadn't happened right away. After the surprise of that first day it had all been gradual, had all been gentle. Miss Harper was the person Stokely went to for advice, whether it was about health (her asthma, her cramps so painful she couldn't sit through class, her mom's depression, her own) or teachers (the way Mr. Willis kept making her run, the way Mrs. Olson made fun of her writing in front of the whole class, the way Mr. Tate's eyes and hands lingered just a little bit longer on her than on any of his other students) or, well, anything else she was curious about.
It wasn't long after the mile incident before Stokes started getting herself off with wet fingers, thinking about Rosa Harper's tongue. And though she didn't come out and say it right away -- she talked around it -- Rosa was the first person she ever told that she sometimes thought about girls "that way". The fact that Rosa didn't seem surprised in the least was a little bit unnerving (did everybody know?) and at the same time reassuring.
"All women think about that, " Rosa said, "only most of them never say anything about it because somebody told them that real women only want real men." Real women, Stokely thought, are like you.
Their first kiss (sitting on that same bed in the nurse's office, with the shades down and the door locked) wasn't for a long time after that, not till the fall of Stokely's junior year; and she didn't actually get to have Rosa's tongue on her (on Rosa's bed, in Rosa's house, on a Saturday afternoon with the sun shining warm through the skylight) until the spring.
She's told her parents she has a boyfriend and that's why she doesn't come home some nights. They say something every once in a while about wanting to meet him, see if he's good enough for their daughter, but it's always in a couple weeks, once I get this place cleaned up or after your mom starts feeling better, and Stokely doesn't take the threat too seriously. It's true Rosa would be fired if anybody found out, but really, no one's paying enough attention to either of them for Stokely to feel like they're in any danger
So she's comfortable, by the fall of her senior year, telling her lover whatever she feels, including the fact that she's scared, because Casey found this thing on the football field, and some of the faculty are acting so strange.
She's scared, but she's still comfortable, and she doesn't mind it when Rosa locks the door and lowers the shades. Doesn't think anything of it when Rosa wraps her arms around her and tells her not to worry. And even Rosa's tongue in her ear isn't exactly typical, but it isn't the first time either. So Stokely's almost relaxed, when the tongue withdraws and the tentacle penetrates instead. It doesn't even hurt, not really. Everything is gentle, gradual, right up to the end, when any distance that ever existed between them is gone, and Stokely feels contented, connected, and complete.
And after that there's no question of keeping anything secret. "So Casey thinks he can resist?" Rosa says quietly. Stokely understands what she has to do, and it's easy. Casey trusts her, after all.
The next morning he tries to pull her into the biology classroom with the others, but Stokely moves them to the storeroom, where Zeke is already making out with Marybeth. Zeke is caught off guard, though he tries to act cool. The girls smile at each other in complicity. Casey is staring at Zeke; he looks angry, jealous.
"You want some of that, Casey?" says Stokely. And his eyes bug out even more than before, but he's not saying no. Casey really wants Zeke, but he's never gotten any from anybody, and he's not gonna say no to Stokes. She doesn't go for his ear, because he's suspicious already and he would pull away from that. But she kisses him on the mouth, and Marybeth kisses Zeke again. And both the boys are still a little nervous and weirded out, but after a little while they relax.
And it's easy. The tongue opens them up, the parasite follows and reaches in deeper. When they pull apart, all four of them smile.
"Let's get the fuck outta here," says Zeke. And they go back to the hallway, and join in with the crowd.
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Parts rated PG through R for language, violence, character death(s), space aliens, very mild m/m slash, and rather less mild femslash.
All parts will be posted today. (Sorry for the spam.)
Heartfelt thanks to
danachan for support throughout the writing of this and to aprilkat for a fantastic beta job at the end.Part 1, Stokely/Nurse Harper (other pairings briefly), PG-13
1.
Stokely thinks Casey shouldn't have gone straight to Mr. Furlong with the thing he found, but she understands the impulse. If she'd found it, she would've gone straight to Rosa, even though she doesn't trust the rest of the faculty. So Casey has one teacher he trusts, and Stokely has the school nurse.
Not that that's how she thinks of her, though of course that is how it started out. Stokely has asthma and all the gym teachers know it, but that didn't stop Willis from forcing her to run the mile along with everyone else in ninth grade, and the attack that set off was more than her inhaler could take care of. It was Stan Rosado, of all people, Stan who'd never even spoken to her before that day, who held her through the crisis and talked her through the panic; it was Casey who ran inside to get the nurse. (Both boys had been making good time, and Willis yelled at them for stopping, and said they'd have to run it again tomorrow, but they ignored him.) Miss Harper, once she got there, didn't actually do anything to help Stokely through the attack, but she did scream her own lungs out at Willis, called him a bully and a sadist and a fucking irresponsible moron. And it didn't help Stokely to calm down, but it did make her feel stronger.
Really, as a nurse, she wasn't worth a whole hell of a lot. But she was an ally, and a friend, and before that day Stokely hadn't thought she had any friends at Herrington High.
That day, once Stokely could walk, Harper brought her back to the nurse's office and let her lie down and sleep through algebra. When Stokes woke up, Miss Harper was staring at her, and while Stokes was trying to remember what had happened the nurse said, "Don't waste your time with that boy. He's not good enough for you. These jocks" -- and she waved her hand vaguely in the air, and Stokely stared, dumb with sleep, awed with beauty -- "they don't understand about what women need at all."
And it hadn't happened right away. After the surprise of that first day it had all been gradual, had all been gentle. Miss Harper was the person Stokely went to for advice, whether it was about health (her asthma, her cramps so painful she couldn't sit through class, her mom's depression, her own) or teachers (the way Mr. Willis kept making her run, the way Mrs. Olson made fun of her writing in front of the whole class, the way Mr. Tate's eyes and hands lingered just a little bit longer on her than on any of his other students) or, well, anything else she was curious about.
It wasn't long after the mile incident before Stokes started getting herself off with wet fingers, thinking about Rosa Harper's tongue. And though she didn't come out and say it right away -- she talked around it -- Rosa was the first person she ever told that she sometimes thought about girls "that way". The fact that Rosa didn't seem surprised in the least was a little bit unnerving (did everybody know?) and at the same time reassuring.
"All women think about that, " Rosa said, "only most of them never say anything about it because somebody told them that real women only want real men." Real women, Stokely thought, are like you.
Their first kiss (sitting on that same bed in the nurse's office, with the shades down and the door locked) wasn't for a long time after that, not till the fall of Stokely's junior year; and she didn't actually get to have Rosa's tongue on her (on Rosa's bed, in Rosa's house, on a Saturday afternoon with the sun shining warm through the skylight) until the spring.
She's told her parents she has a boyfriend and that's why she doesn't come home some nights. They say something every once in a while about wanting to meet him, see if he's good enough for their daughter, but it's always in a couple weeks, once I get this place cleaned up or after your mom starts feeling better, and Stokely doesn't take the threat too seriously. It's true Rosa would be fired if anybody found out, but really, no one's paying enough attention to either of them for Stokely to feel like they're in any danger
So she's comfortable, by the fall of her senior year, telling her lover whatever she feels, including the fact that she's scared, because Casey found this thing on the football field, and some of the faculty are acting so strange.
She's scared, but she's still comfortable, and she doesn't mind it when Rosa locks the door and lowers the shades. Doesn't think anything of it when Rosa wraps her arms around her and tells her not to worry. And even Rosa's tongue in her ear isn't exactly typical, but it isn't the first time either. So Stokely's almost relaxed, when the tongue withdraws and the tentacle penetrates instead. It doesn't even hurt, not really. Everything is gentle, gradual, right up to the end, when any distance that ever existed between them is gone, and Stokely feels contented, connected, and complete.
And after that there's no question of keeping anything secret. "So Casey thinks he can resist?" Rosa says quietly. Stokely understands what she has to do, and it's easy. Casey trusts her, after all.
The next morning he tries to pull her into the biology classroom with the others, but Stokely moves them to the storeroom, where Zeke is already making out with Marybeth. Zeke is caught off guard, though he tries to act cool. The girls smile at each other in complicity. Casey is staring at Zeke; he looks angry, jealous.
"You want some of that, Casey?" says Stokely. And his eyes bug out even more than before, but he's not saying no. Casey really wants Zeke, but he's never gotten any from anybody, and he's not gonna say no to Stokes. She doesn't go for his ear, because he's suspicious already and he would pull away from that. But she kisses him on the mouth, and Marybeth kisses Zeke again. And both the boys are still a little nervous and weirded out, but after a little while they relax.
And it's easy. The tongue opens them up, the parasite follows and reaches in deeper. When they pull apart, all four of them smile.
"Let's get the fuck outta here," says Zeke. And they go back to the hallway, and join in with the crowd.
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The comparison of the gentle womansex with being assimilated is quite perturbing, since it's so lyrical (and darned appealing!). The movie made the penetration typical of male violence - this is more disturbing.
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No, I love what you say about the lesbian sex being so much more, well, seductive than what you saw more of in the movie, which in parts looked a lot like Coach Willis raping his colleagues. Of course you would run away from him, but would you run away from Rosa Harper?