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[nextclass]

#NEXTCLASS  is  a  selective,  semi-private,  multi-muse  independent  roleplay  blog  for  reimagined  canon  degrassi  characters and ocs.  minors  do  not  interact.

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[famishdd]

“of course you can. c’mon.” smiling as she got to her feet raven gathered all of the extra bandages, stuffing them back into the first aid kit. “put this back under the bathroom sink.” passing it off to zig as she headed towards the kitchen, hands found the door to the fridge. pulling it open to look inside. she had been locked in the studio the past couple of days which meant little time to cook anything but a ton of take out currently at their disposal. placing a few containers on the counter she quickly settled on just making them both a smorgasbord of sorts. popping a few things into the microwave she was soon piling everything on to an oversized serving dish.  “we have some sushi, beef and broccoli from that really good chinese spot i told you about, some hot honey wings, fried rice, and three slices of cheese pizza.” smiling as she named off everything, hands lifted the dish to sit it on the breakfast bar. turning away to grab two extra plates and some forks. “if you look in the fridge i think i have exactly two beers left. this isn’t screaming wifey material. but it'll do.”

[nextclass]

zig pushes off the counter, taking the first aid kit from her hands. ❝ yes, ma’am, ❞ he mutters, tucking it back under the bathroom sink before trailing after her into the kitchen. he leans against the wall, watching raven rummage through the fridge and sort through leftover takeout, a small smile tugging at his lips at the domesticity of it all. he drifts closer, ending up right at her back as he peers over her shoulder, moving when she moves like a shadow. eventually he decides to make himself useful, piling sushi, wings, beef and broccoli, and fried rice onto plates. ❝ i’ll let you have two slices of pizza since i’m so nice, ❞ he says, sliding one slice onto his plate and two onto hers. definitely not because he already ate earlier. he grabs two beers from the fridge, setting them on the breakfast bar before immediately inhaling a hot honey wing. ❝ are you kidding? ❞ he says through a mouthful, shaking his head in disbelief as he looks at the spread, then back at her. ❝ this is peak wifey material. in fact, i want this exact meal at our wedding. fine dining. ❞

[nextclass]

♡         𓈒        open to  anyone ﾉ katie matlin. she/her. reporter. 

❝  so  you’re  the  parent  of  the  little  asshole  who  pushed  my  daughter  down  during  soccer  practice  yesterday  ?  i  see  where  they  get  their  lack  of  manners  from.  ❞

[senhoradallua]

JAEWON   NARROWS   HIS   EYES   AND   COUNTS   TO   TEN   BACKWARDS;   it   calms   him   down   to   have   something   other   than   her   voice   to   focus   on.   still,   he   can't   help   the   sigh   that   leaves   his   lips.   ❛    perhaps   if   your   daughter   wasn't   slowing   down   the   whole   team,   she   wouldn't   have   gotten   pushed.   ever   thought   of   looking   in   the   mirror   ?   ❜   

it   wasn't   like   yesol   to   express   such   animosity,   but   since   her   mother   was   arrested,   the   tantrums   followed   by   desperate   crises   of   crying   had   become   frequent.   how   to   explain   to   a   child   that   her   mother   was  a   murdered   ?   that   she   would   never   come   back   ?   he'd   been   working   overtime   to   contain   damages   to   verna,   but   his   child   was   a   priority,   and   he   supposed   a   better   job   should   be   done.   ❛    i'll   get   her   to   apologize,   happy   ?    also   would   you   like   someone   to   call   your   child   a   little   asshole   ?   ‘cause   i’m   happy   to   show   you   how   shitty   it   feels.   ❜

[nextclass]

KATIE   NARROWS   HER   EYES,   mirroring   the   man’s   expression   like   everything,   even   this,   is   a   competition   to   her.   ❝   slowing   down   the   whole   team   ?   ❞   she   lets   out   a   humorless   laugh,   hands   landing   on   her   hips   as   she   paces   once   before   stopping   directly   in   front   of   him   again.   ❝   my   daughter   is   slowing   down   the   team   ?   your   kid   doesn’t   even   know   which   goal   to   kick   the   ball   into   !   ❞   her   jaw   tightens.   she   exhales   sharply,   trying   (   and   failing   )   to   rein   in   her   temper.   ❝   you’re   lucky   mine   didn’t   push   her   back,   because   she   could’ve.   ❞ 

she’s   always   taught   alanis   not   to   start   fights,   but   she’s   never   told   her   to   lose   them   either.   ❝   no,   i’m   not   happy.   an   apology   ?   seriously?   ❞   she   rolls   her   eyes,   unimpressed.   ❝   yeah,   she   can   apologize.   but   maybe   you   should   look   into   some   anger   management   classes   for   your   kid   before   she   actually   hurts   someone.   ❞   the   thought   of   alanis   getting   hurt   makes   her   blood   boil   all   over   again.   ❝   oh,   please.   you   think   calling   my   daughter   an   asshole   is   enough   to   hurt   my   feelings   ?   she’s   not   a   little   whiny   bitch   like   you.   we   matlin’s   have   thick   skin.   ❞

[snowflowermoved]

closed starter for: @nextclass muse: aurora achilli, 30s, teacher plot: aurora & y/m are rivals ( you can decide why ) & never got along. this encounter is just one more of their usual banter.

jaw   clenches   upon   catching   sight   of   opposite,   posture   straightening   as   eyes   sharpen   &   brows   knit.   it   irked   the   blonde   to   see   them   so   often,   a   hatred   so   profound   even   hell   wouldn't   know   what   to   do   with   it.   so   close,   they   are,   &   all   it   took   was   a   bump   of   shoulders   to   make   teacher   lose   temperament.   ❝   well,   excuse   you   !   ❞   loud   were   her   words,   heel   stomping   floor   so   it's   clicking   sound   echoed   softly,   to   attest   her   presence.   ❝   do   you   happen   to   not   watch   out   for   your   surrounding   ?   i   could've   fell   had   it   been   any   harsher   !   ❞

[nextclass]

❝ oops, ❞ says, not apologetic in the slightest. it’s painfully obvious the shoulder check is intentional. ❝ you’re excused. ❞ breezes past ms. achilli like she’s in a race. everything is a competition. even walking down the halls requires longer strides, a faster pace, like the floor is a finish line she fully intends to cross first. halfway down the corridor, she glances back over her shoulder. ❝ i was watching where i was going. maybe you should try it sometime. ❞ own hand flies dramatically to her shoulder, fingers digging in as if she’s moments from collapse. ❝ you nearly broke it, ❞ she complains, milking the faux injury.

[lcadedbases]

“ though it feels like that... i don't think this is worth you giving up! whether you realize it or not, em, you're an important person... you're my bestest friend... shit's not always going to be rainbows and butterflies, you just gotta look at life and say 'fuck you.’. and push through anyway. ” bryce placed a hand on her shoulder.

[nextclass]

esme usually detested people like bryce. don’t get her wrong, she loved him now, but when they first met, she couldn’t stand him. he plated too damn much. somewhere along the way, she realized she’d misjudged him, that underneath all of it he was actually kind of sweet in an annoying sibling type way. ❝ maybe i’m just not good enough. ❞ the words slipped out before she could stop them. ❝ i took so much time off from dance, it’s like everyone’s light years ahead of me. ❞ perfection had always mattered to her. she hated not being instantly good at something. dance used to come easily and now it felt like she was learning everything from scratch. ❝ trust me, i know things won’t always be rainbows and butterflies. ❞ life had made that clear to her a long time ago. she leaned into his touch, there was a time she pretended affection disgusted her, but now she wasn’t afraid to admit she craved it. ❝ at this point, i don’t know if i want to keep pursuing this as a career. ❞

[katscye]

“ mierda !! suck it up. you are on your break and we need to talk. ”

[nextclass]

❝ yeah, i’m on a break, and i’m not about to waste it talking to you. ❞

[bruiscdmouth-deactivated2026051]

"i'm not here to talk. i'm here for coffee." fen tells her as he sits down in her section. he hates when they fight, he always tries to make it up to her even at the most inconvenient of times. "and to grovel if you'll let me."

[nextclass]

❝ yeah, because everyone knows the best place to get coffee is a steakhouse. ❞ she says with an eye roll, refusing to look at fen head on. she knows his m.o. by now and knows this is usually the part where she caves. staying mad at him never quite lasts, but she’s determined to make him sweat a little longer this time. ❝ i’ll add on an extra gratuity fee if you sit here and whine. ❞

[seen0ntv]

"and i told you that i could just pay you to take the day off.", fiona obliviously whined, "and i don't understand how that even landed us in this argument in the first place." the point flying right over her rich head. she turned to see if anyone was looking at them making a scene. curls bouncing off her shoulder as she turned back to face marisol. "mar. i hate when we fight."

[nextclass]

❝ and i told you, you can’t pay me to be your little lapdog, fi. ❞ marisol countered. her frustration wasn’t solely at fiona. today little miss steaks had been jampacked, no room to breathe, no break between tables, and now this. ❝ you’re so out of touch with the real world. that’s why we’re fighting, ❞ she added, sliding the menu across the table. ❝ so if you’re not here to order something, you can get out. ❞ she deliberately ignored the comment about hating when they fought. she hated it too, but this time, she wasn’t going to be the one to apologize first.

[ungratcful]

CASSIDY SIGHED, LOOKING INTO MARISOL'S eyes. "i know, and i'm sorry. but i just couldn't let things sit how they were," she stated. that was just how cassie was raised: if you get in a fight with someone, you make it right (especially if said someone is a person you happen to care very much about). "look, you don't have to forgive me, or whatever, but... i just want things between us to be good again," she pleaded.

[nextclass]

MARISOL SHOT CASSIDY A LOOK. not quite a full glare, but icy enough to make it clear she wasn’t over it and definitely wasn’t ready for a mature conversation, especially not in the middle of the lunch rush at little miss steaks. ❝ you still could’ve picked more convenient timing. ❞ she gestures with her chin toward the tray of orders she has balanced in one hand. ❝ if anything, this just makes me even more annoyed with you, buuut since you’re here, ❞ she reaches for a menu and hands it to her. ❝ you might as well order something. the lunch special’s going on. ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @rinesque ♡

wes had made a bet with his two best friends, dave and connor, over something completely trivial. just another tuesday in their friend group, honestly. apparently, they thought watching him suffer was peak comedy, because he’d lost and now he was stuck going on a slew of blind date. inviting every date to the same restaurant was a choice, but it was familiar, and he liked familiarity. ❝  i promise this isn’t, like, a humiliation ritual or anything, ❞ he said to the waiter, who had a front-row seat to every single date crashing and burning, halfway through a bite of a loaded fry. technically his date’s order right before they decided he wasn’t worth their time and pulled the classic bathroom exit move. after one date stealing his wallet and another putting a dent in his bank account by ordering half the menu, this one barely hurt.  ❝  i’m in a bet with my friends, ❞ he added, not sure why he felt the need to explain himself to them. he gestured to the fries. ❝  if you want free fries, help yourself. ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @etxrnaleclipse ♡

blake didn’t usually spend his nights out on the town. he was a homebody through and through. most of his evenings were spent hunched over stacks of essays or half-watching the weakest link. if he went out at all, it was usually for an early morning run or a long hike to clear his head. but when his high school sweetheart reached out to catch up, he didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation. he arrived at the bar and recognized them immediately, despite the years that had slipped by between them. he crossed the room, a warm smile already on his mouth as he greeted them. ❝  hey, it’s really good to see you.  ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @hotgums ♡

toby sat at the kitchen island, hunched over his laptop, lost in his work, when his roommate’s voice cut in and popped the bubble he was buried in. he let them complain for a while before muttering, ❝ you’re such a brat. ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @influncers ♡

zig    is    broke,    like    can’t    even    afford    to    pay    attention    type    broke.    he    lives    off    whatever    shitty    leftovers    he    gets    from    sizzlin’    sal’s,    behind    on    rent,    spare    room    sitting    empty    since    his    best    friend    tiny    moved    out.    he’s    been    too    lazy    to    list    it,    but    a    late    rent    notice    taped    to    his    door    finally    gets    him    off    his    ass    and    posting    fliers    on    the    street.    the    new    roommate    situation    is    fine    at    first.    they    mostly    pass    each    other    in    the    hallway,    parallel    lives.    zig’s    stuck    in    his    ways.    slobby,    smokes    so    much    weed    the    fire    alarm    goes    off    sometimes,    brings    girls    and    guys    home    and    bangs    loud    like    he’s    the    only    one    who    lives    in    the    entire    building.    there    are    good    moments    too.    movie    nights,    making    shitty    cookies    during    the    holidays,    getting    closer    without    really    noticing    it.    one    night    he’s    partying    hard    at    a    bar,    shitfaced,    drinking    like    he    can    afford    the    tab    he’s    racked    up.    the    bartender    cuts    him    off.    he    can    barely    remember    his    own    name    let    alone    operate    his    own    phone,    so    he    hands    his    phone    to    someone    and    has    them    call    his    roommate    to    come    get    him.    when    they    arrive,    zig    stumbles    forward    and    pulls    them    into    a    bear    hug. ❝ you    came,    ❞    he    slurs,    whiny    and    grateful. ❝ my    savior.    ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @desireher ♡

❝ i just think this is an excuse for you to kiss me. ❞ manny giggles, failing to suppress the smile tugging at her lips. her breath ghosts over theirs, before she closes the distance and steals another kiss. one hand slides into their hair, while the other settles on their thigh, tugging their leg closer. ❝ you don’t need practice. ❞ she murmurs as her lips trail from theirs to the curve of their jaw, pressing a kiss there before drifting to their neck. ❝ you’re already a pro. ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @honcydaze ♡

they’d been friends their whole lives. their lives so intertwined it was impossible to separate where one ended and the other began. by six, she’d announced ( completely serious ) that they were going to get married one day. it was the kind of friendship that their parents assumed would turn into something more and it did. dating came naturally. they were high school sweethearts all four years. then the end of senior year came and everything fell apart. their plans for the future didn’t align. casey didn’t want to be tied down by the limits of a small town. she wanted to go to school in a big city far away. the breakup was messy. it had been years since she’d left. she didn’t come back for holidays. didn’t come back at all. until now. she was back for her sister’s wedding. one she and her ex were both part of. she didn’t want to make the weekend about herself, told herself she could handle it. she’d managed to avoid them so far. narrowly. until the bachelorette party. there was no escaping this. her sister wasn’t flashy, didn’t want clubs or strippers, just an intimate dinner. the entire bridal party sat around a long table, and of course, her chair was right next to her ex’s. she kept her eyes on her plate, focused on eating, pretending the proximity didn’t make her uncomfortable. she almost made it through in silence, but she’d never been good at mincing her words. she finally looked over and said, ❝ are you not going to speak to me the whole weekend ? ❞

[nextclass]

જ⁀➴ closed starter for @7mplications ♡

toby doesn’t know when their relationship shifted from merely acquaintances to this. whatever this even is. it isn’t high school anymore, where social castes seem to define everything, but even he can admit they make an odd pair. he’s a nerd who spends his free time playing dungeons & dragons and speedcubing and they’re way cooler. glaringly so, at least on the surface. he tries to fight it at first, too stubborn to admit he actually enjoys their company, but it becomes impossible to deny. somewhere along the way, they fall into a pattern of ‘ friend ‘ dates. movies, bowling, late-night coffee runs. they’re oddly secretive about it. he isn’t sure if he’s keeping them separate from his other friends because he knows they wouldn’t get it or because he likes this version of them too much to share. maybe it’s a combination of both. right now, they’re in the middle of one of their movie nights, something that somehow became routine without ever being planned, and it hits him that what he feels might not be strictly platonic anymore. which is ridiculous because the realization comes in the middle of shrek 2 of all movies, right as shrek and fiona are on their honeymoon, counting crows’ accidentally in love playing in the background. he shifts on the couch, suddenly hyperaware of how close they’re sitting, clears his throat, and blurts out, ❝ this soundtrack has no right to go this hard. ❞

[mycrymes]

closed starter for @nextclass

" fuck, " the word leaves her before she is even remotely aware of it entering their mind. " this . . . this is, wow, this is really sweet. thank you. you know, i just have got a lot going and i — um . . . i don't know if i can accept this. "

[nextclass]

fiona’s  smile  falters  the  moment  the  expletive  slips  from  freya’s  lips.  the  hand  holding  the  gift  bag  lowers  with  it.  ❝  what  do  you  mean  you  can’t  accept  it ?  ❞  she  isn’t  offended,  not  exactly,  just  a little  thrown.  gift  giving  has  always  been  her  love  language. being  the  daughter  of  a  diplomat,  affection  in  her  world  arrives  wrapped  in  ribbons  and  bows. ❝  it’s  a  gift,  ❞  fiona  continues,  brows  knitting together  as  they nudge  the  bag  forward  again.  ❝  you  can’t  just  give  a  gift  back. that defeats the purpose.  ❞