[ REQUEST ]

growing up in the strictest roman catholic house that only followed the old testament’s—rejecting the new one—you’d only known christianity and your families extreme beliefs.

they lived in america, owned their own land, and were publicly named the world’s most hated family. but it didn’t bother you as you followed the exact same teachings as them: ‘man shall not lay with another man’, ‘do not lie with a man as one would a woman; that is detestable.’ well, you get the gist.

homophobia and racism was something your family never shied away from, wether it be public or private.

generally speaking, you’d never expected yourself to get a boyfriend (even if it was the only thing your family allowed), because of your family’s infamousness; basically across the whole planet. so, when you did, it felt wrong for some reason. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it, no.. it was something else entirely.

you never questioned your mentality, or, rather, sexuality until this exact moment. that’d be an abomination!

at school, you usually were greeted badly. the newest generations obviously disagreeing with your families traditional views, and you got shamed for it. food was thrown at you, you were called named, hair was pulled, shoved into lockers—anything you could imagine basically.

so, expecting the inevitable, you walk into school like normal.

dirty looks are thrown back and forth, paper balls were thrown at you, and unpleasant named were shouted. you learnt to ignore it, though, and just went to your locker instead. you judgementally looked the girl next to you up and down. eden.

she was nothing short of a butch, masculine woman. very clearly part of the lgbtq+ community, that same community you’d been taught to despise with your whole existance.

eden catches your look, and scoffs herself. the girl never backed down from a fight, no matter if it be verbal or physical. she knew her morals and believed what she wanted to.

turning away from her friends, eden pushed herself off of the locker she leaned against and approached you with an equally as judgemental attitude, which was very slightly hostile. she grabbed you by the arms, flipping you around so she pinned you against your locker behind you. you grunted softly, looking up at the taller woman with wide eyes and reddened cheeks.

“oh, what’s the matter, huh?” eden taunted, pushing your body harder against the metal behind you. “can look all tough, but once someone does something, your suddenly all chicken.” she grinned, laughing at your red face. “pussy.” she spat, her voice low and tone mocking.

“uh—i..” you tried to speak up, truly. but you were too flustered. you weren’t embarrassed (well you were) but more so bashful. as her hands shoved you harder, you held back a whimper, and from squirming.

eden’s hands were grasping a place where, if your family saw where they were, you’d be disowned on the spot.

she unintentionally held the soft swell of your chest, quite firmly, you may add. it made your heart race and a weird feeling bubble in your stomach—one that no man could ever give you.

the words completely died on your tongue as an embarrassed noise bubbled in the back of your throat.