Could you do a Farkle imagine similar to rileytown but the reader is in Riley’s place and the bullying is worse and more about appearance because they are in high school and could there possibly be physical bullying if you’re comfortable writing it
Warnings: physical and mental abuse, cursing, mentions of bulimia
Y/n stood in front of her locker , hastily shoving her Allegra book into her locker and glancing over her shoulder ever few seconds. She pulled her hoodie closer to her shivering body. She jumped when a warm hand landed on her shoulder.
“Y/n?” It was only Farkle. She let out a shaky sigh of relief and closed her locker, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.
“Farkle, hey.” She said, giving him a slightly forced smile and subconsciously pulling down her sleeves to cover her bruised wrists.
“Hey, Y/n , I was wondering if you were coming with everyone to topanga’s this afternoon?” He smiled. She shrugged , glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one , mainly Sophie , Jackson, randy, and Carly , weren’t around to hear their conversation.
“Uh, yeah sure! I’ll see you guys there.” Farkle grinned, nodded, and walked away, leaving Y/n in the hallway alone. She would have asked him to walk with her to class but they had separate ones and hers wasn’t very far. She could make it, right? Wrong.
Just as she turned the corner , she felt herself meet the cold , hard , marble floor and She could hear faint snickering over her heart pounding in her ears. She tried to gather herself , and quickly escape to her class room that was only two doors down.
When she grabbed her bag, a clunky boot stomped down on her hand, eliciting a sickening crunch. She yelped in pain, tears springing to her eyes. Where was everyone?
“Where do you thing you’re going, Y/n? Off to find your fuck buddy , Lucas?” Randy, her ex boyfriend and bully, hissed. He pressed harder on her hand and if it wasn’t broken before, it certainly was now.
“He’s just a friend. He always was.” Y/n whimpered pathetically. Randy always suspected she cheated on him with Lucas. It’s the whole reason he hit her. Before and after she ended things.
“Who told you that you could talk, whore?” Jackson growled, kicking her in her side. Sophie giggled and hung on his arm as she smacked her double bubble bubblegum and kissed his cheek leaving a big shiny cherry lipgloss stain in its wake. Carly just stood in the background , not saying a word but shooting daggers at Y/n.
“Please, just let me go.” She cried , hand throbbing and head bleeding from its impact on the floor.
“Y'know , maybe randy wouldn’t have left you if you weren’t such a fat , ugly , slut.” Sophie nagged in her nasally voice as she inspected her new nose in a compact mirror. “I mean you should really lay off on the donuts and pick up a tube of mascara or something’.” She shrugged. Y/n almost wanted to laugh at the fact that she thought that randy left her, but that would never end well. She stayed silent on the floor.
“I’m bored, can we just finish this and get some pizza or somethin’?” Carly groaned in her thick Boston accent. Y/n liked to compare her to a slightly more sane Harley Quinn.
“Sure thing, sweet cheeks. ” randy chuckled , before glancing down at A bruised and bleeding Y/n. He lifted his boot and the last thing Y/n saw before she blacked out was a sinister grin making its way onto his rat like face and mr Matthews quickly running to the scene.
Y/n peeled open her eyes to the dull white walls of an unfamiliar room filled with beeping machines that read things she couldn’t understand. The rough sheets scratched her aching legs and her blankets felt like chains as they held her to the poor excuse of a bed.
Her throat burned and she coughed, looking around for a cup of water. She saw one on the small table by her bed and reached for it with her good hand. However, the cup was too far away and she could only manage to brush it with her finger tips. She kept reaching and reaching until the cup slid off the table and fell the floor. She sighed and laid back again.
Just then the door opened and the doctor walked in , her parents trailing behind her with saddened yet relieved looks on their faces. It was very obvious her mother had been crying.
“Good morning , miss y/l/n. Glad to see you are finally awake.” Morning? Had she really been asleep that long? Where were her friends? ‘At school , you idiot’ she scolded herself.
“W-water?” She squeaked out , hoarsely. Her dad saw the spilled water and got a towel while her mom raced to get another cup.
“Now , you seem to have taken quite the beating. How are you feeling?” The doctor asked softly. Her mom came in and she took a sip, the cold water soothing her aching throat.
“My head and hand hurts.” She said quietly. The doctor nodded.
“That’s normal. You broke your hand in three different places and you hit your head quite hard. I would like to discus something with you in private, if that is alright with you and your parents.” She nodded and her parents hesitantly left the room after giving her a kiss on the forehead. The doctor pulled up a chair and sat by the hospital bed.
“You are extremely under weight , Y/n. Your parents say that you’ve been eating , but I have a hard time believing that this is natural. ”
She looked down at her cast , picking at the plaster.
“I do eat, I do. But…when my parents go to sleep I go to the bathroom and…” She stopped and the doctor nodded , understanding what she was implying.
“Well, we obviously can’t have you continue on this way. You will have to go through treatment. That includes counseling , medications , and nutrition education. It will be a long process but you can get through this. “He gave her an encouraging smile that she couldn’t seem to return no matter how hard she tried. ” now, onto your injuries. Your teacher says that he found you surrounded by four students. Are they the ones who hurt you?“ She nodded. "What are their names?”
“Jackson Sanchez , Carly Conklin , Sophie Reynolds , and randy karlberg. ” she said quietly. The doctor quickly wrote down the names before leaving and sending in your parents.
You walked into class two days later , head down and hood on. So far, no one had noticed you. You had managed to get through the day without seeing any of the four students that had been harassing her for a year. Finally she made it to her last class of the day. The only class she had all of her friends in.
As she walked in all her friends turned to her , their conversation already forgotten. Farkle was the first to stand and stared at her for a second before running over to her and engulfing her in a warm hug filled with emotion.
Riley was next to hug her, sniffling as she tried to hide her tears.
“I was so worried out you!” The group all shared their concern and happiness that she was okay.
“Why didn’t you tell us , Y/n?” Maya asked , placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. Y/n shrugged, playing with her cast , again.
“I didn’t want you guys to worry about it. It was my problem, I wanted to handle it myself. I guess I didn’t do a good enough job , huh?” She chuckled in spite of herself.
“Y/n, the next time you have a problem, please , I beg of you, come to me. You can always come to me Y/n.” Farkle pleading , grabbing her hand subconsciously before blushing and dropping it.
“Why do you care so much, Farkle? I know you care because you’re my friend but you seem to care a lot more than everyone else.” She raised an eyebrow and Maya smirked , crossing her arms.
“Yeah, boy genius? Let’s see you answer that.” The rest of the group watch you two , amused.
“I-uh-you see- I-”
“Spit it out , bro!” Lucas growled. Farkle sighed.
“I really, really like you Y/n. When I found out you were hurt , I felt like it was some how my fault. Like I could have prevented it somehow. ” Y/n smiled and this time it was real.
“I-I like you too , Farkle. I really do.” Farkle grinned. Mr Matthews walked in. The two smiled at each other before taking their seats.
“How are you , Y/n?” Mr Matthews asked.she smiled at him.
“I’m getting better. Thank you.”
“It’s good to have you back.”
“It’s good to be back. "Y/n looked to Farkle before turning to the board, the smile not leaving her face.
Sweatin’ me but I’m not your type
You think you irk me and you’re so right
I’d rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid bitch in my beach house
Naw I ain’t gone go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucker
I’ll never be your lover
I’m gonna make you suffer
You stupid motherfucker
I like the songs that make me feel like I am in a movie or a music video. You know at the very end when everything just works out and the leading lady is walking off into the credits with her shit together? Yea that’s me. So here are A FEW songs that make me happy.
- Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall
- Put Your Record On - Corinne Bailey
- Hold My Hand - Jess Glynne
- Know Yourself - DRAKE
- Riptide - Vance Joy
- Love Song - Sara Barielles (SP)
- The Show - lenka
- Bubbly - Colbie Caillat
- Young Blood - The Naked and Famous
- Pumpin Blood - NONONO
- Primadonna - Marina & The Diamonds
- West Coast - Lana Del Rey
- KIDS - MGMT
- This Kiss - Faith Hill
- Reflections - MisterWives
- SANTERIA - Sublime
- Valerie - Amy Winehouse
- You and I - Ingrid M.
- The Way I Am - Ingrid M.
- Best Friend - Foster The People
- Little Too Much / These Words/ Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
- Bright - EchoSmith
- SON OF A GUN - Janet Jackson & Carly Simon (please hear this!)
- Can’t Feel My Face - The Weeknd
- Lady Marmalade - Christina, Mya, Missy Elliot, Pink, Lil Kim.
Whether it’s down simply to the power of Drake, or the bar for getting a male artist’s video to go viral is shockingly low, “Hotline Bling” just kind of exploded this year in a year already cluttered with new Drake releases. Was the infectious easiness of the whole thing? The ease of which a shoulder shimmy came to you in the car when it came on the radio? Or the fact that Drake *gasped* made MOVEMENTS in the video, and a lightsaber could be Photoshopped into his hand? I don’t know, friends. But it worked.
(Seriously. I don’t get what made the video spread like wildfire. He moves. A bit.)
Carly Rae Jepsen is not finished with this list, so I’ll keep this one short. Entirely typical of the crazily contagious pop that sits on the rest of the album, “Your Type” also boasts one of the biggest choruses of the year. A testament to choruses and the overall quality of songs this year that this barely scrapes Top 30.
Janet’s time away from the spotlight set things up perfectly for her return; not only was the genre she had mastered back in vogue, the scene was littered by artists who cited her as a huge influence. Combine that with the music press seemingly (and finally) giving her her due, and everything fell into place with this unbearably smooth little number. Plush indeed.
Sounds a bit like the only thing holding it together is spit and prayer, but that’s about half the charm. The other half is down to it simply being brilliant down to its bones. I mean, it is scandi-pop after all.
Of all the images stuck in my mind from music in 2015, few are stronger than the sight of Marina gleefully belting out the chorus on the spinning chairs in a deserted theme park in the “Blue” video. It’s a shame that the song kind of fizzles out at the end, but that chorus fixes everything.
OH SHIT I completely forgot about “waves” from Miguel’s album. That should be here too. Oh well. Just pretend it was included. This is very good too though! The perfect continuation to Kaleidoscope Dreams; a little hazy and elastic, but ultimately still so warm and inviting. I mean, it’s Miguel, so if my pussy is on fire by the end of the song he’s done his job.
Cold, laser-focused fury was a new setting for Florence when this premiered early in the year with its haunting The Knife-esque opening. It soon turns savage and suitably primal without ever losing that poisonous ire. This is anger that burns. Incredible video too.
Pensive retrospection oddly suits Madonna. Whether it’s down to the time in her career, or simply because she rarely looks back so blatantly, this just works. Combining her most impassioned vocal in years with a post-apocalyptic scenario is a recipe for her most affective ballad in an age. Insert your own joke about Madonna surviving nuclear war here.
If there’s one thing to love about Tove Lo, it’s how up front she is about looking for a good fuck. And hey, if it’s really good, she’s even down to for doing it forever. Content aside, it is one of the most solid pop releases of the year. I came relatively late to Queen Of The Clouds, so finding out that this had actually done rather well was a treat. It has me in its arms from that first “HEY!”