Wavier and Ejax~ONE-SHOTS

bad idea ~ejax

TW: Sexual Assault

I apologize in advance if this topic makes you uncomfortable, but I am a firm believer in shedding light on these events that happen so frequently in our society. And constantly blame gets cast on the woman for what she was wearing, something she said, or simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I have heard so many stories from different women, from close friends, from online articles about young girls literally in PAJAMAS, NIGHT GOWNS, and LONG SKIRTS getting raped. It isn't about clothes, it's about men unable to control their lust and sexual cravings. I stand for male victims too, but in the more common cases, it is more likely to be a male assaulter. I am disgusted at the number of times people deflect what happened to the victim, and pretend like it never happened, or don't believe what happened. And often times families refuse to fight it out of fear of breaking up the family. Too many times men have tried to justify their actions by the amount of clothes women have worn, but this has been happening since women way back when wearing LAYERS of clothes, petticoats, and several skirts to reach any sensitive part of a woman. Clothes are not a factor in sexual assault, jobs don't equal consent, and nothing but the given word of a woman equals consent. Implied requires you to make sure with a partner that they are both comfortable, and not only that but also EAGER to partake in the action. And it angers me that people think that clothes=consent when that is NOT at all the case. I want to make sure that people are aware of the fears and issues and battles women have to face simply for existing, and if you are uncomfortable reading on, I understand. It is a rough topic, and while I have personally never been sexually assaulted, I have felt the fear and pain of dear friends who have.

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"But I want to talk to him Weds! It physically hurts not to!" Enid whined, rolling over on her bed as she kicked her feet like a fussy toddler. Wednesday looked at the werewolf, shaking her head as she roughly plied the cellular device from the blonde's hand. 

"There will be no irrational decision-making while you are in your...feels as you called them. If you decide to deliberately put yourself through more of this excruciatingly annoying drama, then I will drop your phone in acid and force you to watch it dissolve into nothing but metal and plastic," Wednesday declared, and she diligently dropped the phone in a drawer and closed it quietly, and Enid rolled back over.

Tears flooded her eyes, and her hands slowly moved up to wipe the tears off her cheeks, but they refused to stop as she sniffled. This sucked and she hated it. All she wanted was her phone and to see him, no matter what her best friend said. He hadn't hurt her...

"I just wanna talk to him...I mean, what's the worse that could happen?" The werewolf beckoned, her eyes gleaming with tears as she looked at the noirette.

"He manipulated you, Enid, why are you trying so desperately to run back to such a toxic snob that only cares about getting you into a bed with him? You should really put your energy into someone who genuinely cares about you rather than wanting to use you for your body. I have to go, and if I find out you have texted or communicated to the boy, remember my threat," the raven eyed the blonde, who nodded sadly as she lay limply on her bed.

Her eyes were rimmed with dark eye bags and red veins, dried tears staining her cheeks as her bottom lip stuck out. Swiftly the raven exited the room, determined to get back as quickly as possible before her roommate decided to do something stupid.

As soon as the door clicked, Enid flew from her bed, running to Wednesday's side of the room, and began digging around, frantically opening and closing drawers and digging in her books until she finally found her phone, and she hugged it as she laughed in relief.