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pinkacademiaprincess · 1 year

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Hiii I’m so sorry to bother you!, hope your day goes well <3 I just want to ask, how can I improve in maths? I’m preparing myself for the sat and I have trouble with understanding it. Any tips would be very much appreciated, thanku !! ♡

Become a Math Whiz: Acing Math Class & the SAT 📈✏️📚👩‍🏫

ty for the ask & the kind words! you are never a bother, i'm happy to help 🥰 i can def give some tips as someone who went from struggling w/ math to being good at it. and i’ve taken the SAT so i know that experience as well! i hope this helps 💗

take accountability

it’s very easy to try to shift blame & avoid taking responsibility for your grades/ performance. i used to think things like “the teacher is just bad!” or “i’m just not a math person!” but this mindset is just deflecting. some things are out of your control, like what teacher you have or preferring other subjects, but you have to step up & work hard to create your own success! remembering this will help you stay motivated and disciplined.

find your learning style

i talked about this in a previous post too, but there are different styles of learning - visual, auditory, hands-on, & reading/writing - and not all of them work for everyone. if you spend a ton of time studying and don’t see improvement or results, that’s a big sign that you’re studying wrong. a method that works for your friend or that your teacher uses might not actually be effective for you. so do some research into learning styles and study methods, and find implement strategies that work for you.

never fall behind

okay, easier said than done. but one of the biggest reasons i used to struggle is math is that i would get stuck on a concept, never fully master it, and then i’d stay behind. in math, a lot of topics build on each other. if you get stuck on a topic, it’s crucial that you figure it out asap or your confusion will snowball. you can’t build a solid structure on top of a wobbly foundation. the moment you encounter a problem area, study it until you’ve completely understood.

practice makes perfect

i try to steer clear of recommending specific study methods b/c everyone has different learning styles. but math is so dependent on problem solving & applications that you really have to master this skill in order to succeed. beyond just reviewing your notes & reading over concepts, you need to practice applying topics by solving problems. do the homework questions & do them for accuracy, even if it’s just graded for completion. find extra problems in the textbook, workbook, online, etc. redo questions from class or the hw that confused you until you can do them correctly without your notes. drill it until you can solve them AND understand how the steps work!

ask for help

i am clearly a big proponent of asking for help. in school, your teachers are gonna be one of the best resources you have. for one, they’re teachers for a reason, so even if you think they’re not too great at explaining stuff, they know the concepts. and besides that, your teachers the ones who are creating units, assigning your work, writing & grading your tests... they should be your go-to for questions. visit them during office hours or email to set up a meeting where you can discuss concepts. ask for extra practice problems, ask them to look over your work & let you know how it looks, talk through your work with them. aside from teachers, you can get help from a tutor, a classmate, whoever you can turn to. but pls don’t suffer alone! succeeding with help is still succeeding.

use the internet

so maybe your teacher truly sucks at explaining. maybe you don’t have classmates to help and can’t afford a tutor. or maybe you just wanna supplement your learning another way. i really really recommend utilizing free learning tools online!! khan academy is an obvious one for videos, practice problems, and more. you can also find tons of youtube videos explaining math topics. sometimes it helps to hear things explained another way. i also google “[math concept] practice problems” if i want extra questions to work through.

bonus: tips for SAT math

the SAT is a bit different b/c the math concepts aren’t actually too advanced. it’s all multiple choice so you don’t get to rely on partial points for showing your work. the SAT is testing your strategy & speed as much as it’s actually testing you on math concepts, so here are my best tips for that specifically:

use khan academy’s SAT prep tool - it’s free (!!!!!) and it links to your collegeboard account. it uses prior years’ SAT content so it’s very similar to the test itself. it helps you pace yourself, pinpoint your problem areas, learn & apply concepts, & track your progress. here's a screenshot from when i used it, as you can see my scores improved and i was able to ultimately get a superscore of 1450!

take practice tests - this helps you get familiar with the time constraint. khan academy has plenty!!

do a ton of SAT math practice questions - ideally, find a ton of questions used in prior SAT tests and just crank them out. the test's concepts are quite repetitive so if you just focus on the topics they usually test, you can master them

learn test-taking strategies - the SAT is multiple choice and has a tricky time constraint, so however you can save time will help. become good at using the process of elimination & other multiple choice test methods. you can find these sorts of tips online!

i hope this helps! know that you are completely capable of improving at math. i went from thinking i suck at it & doing poorly in math class to acing my calc courses & studying to enter a math-focused field. utilize your resources and figure out your best study style asap, and you WILL see improvements!

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clockwayswrites · 2 years

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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 9

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc: 2920

Jason hated Danny, a little. The other had really (accidentally) downplayed the effect the ectoshot would have. Flu like symptoms his ass, Jason felt like his insides were trying to crawl their way to the outside. Danny had apologized profusely and frequently, and Jason had forgiven him. Still, he hated Danny a little for doing this to him. Danny earned a lot of points back, though, by acting as Jason’s personal ice pack through the worst of the fever. Jason spent a lot of hours with his head or chest pressed against Danny’s cold back as he lay, miserable, on the couch with Danny sat on the floor in front of it. It was even nicer when Danny would absently run cold fingers through Jason’s hair and scratch lightly at his scalp. Jason tried not to think about how good that felt. How easy it was to let Danny touch him. He was determined to just blame the fever and ignore how his very bones seemed to hum in pleasure at the contact. Or maybe it was Danny humming. Purring? Fuck this fever, seriously.

So Jason sat close to Danny and Danny spent most of the time doing homework on a laptop that looked one step from death. “Summer classes,” he explained when Jason asked. “I’m trying to get all my gen eds done so that I can double major. Maybe even triple? I don’t know if I want to have spend the time on the language classes a Math major needs.” Jason hummed in response, trying to tuck the information away in his sick ailed brain. He couldn’t decided if he hoped Danny and Tim never met (con, they were both too damn smart), or if he desperately wanted them to meet (pro, Tim would replace all of Danny’s failing tech in a pique of disgust). Maybe the scholarship already came with a new laptop? That sounded like it would be a Tim thing to do, but Jason wasn’t sure how involved Tim was in the scholarships. “Math sucks,” he settled on. | “Sure it does, book boy. I bet you were an English major.” Danny had found Jason’s pile of books early on the second day and made fun of him. But Danny had also found both ‘Pride and Prejudice’ movies to download and had put them on for Jason to watch. They had spend all day trying to make it through the Colin Firth one as Danny kept pausing it whenever Jason dozed off due to the fever. “Nah. Never even finished high school. Too busy being dead,” Jason mumbled and tried to press closer to the cold. Danny must have done something because the chill increased. Jason let out a content sigh. He was almost asleep when Danny spoke. “You’re not just dead any more. You can still have a life.” “Don’t know if I deserve one.” “Of course you do,” Danny said. Danny didn’t know what Jason had done, the Pit groaned in response. Jason let himself slip asleep rather than deal with either of them.

The next time Jason drifted towards consciousness, there was a hand on his forehead. It wasn’t right though. It was familiar, but it wasn’t right. “Too warm.” “You sure are Jaybird. You’re burning up.” Jason jolted up and almost fell right back over as the world swam around him. When it solidified, it settled into a very different pair of worried blue eyes than he was expecting. “Big bird?” But if Dick was here, where was Danny? There was no sign of the other now; no laptop or textbooks or scribbled equations. Too many takeout boxes stacked too messily were the only clue, but Jason figured that could be excused by his sick state. Jason knew that Danny hadn’t been with him the whole time he’d been sick. The other clearly came and went at least a few times to pick up food, his school work, and other supplies. What Jason didn’t know if the timing was just lucky or if Danny had managed to disappear before Dick had made it past all the safeguards. He hoped Danny wasn’t stuck hiding in a closet or something. “What?” Jason asked. Dick had been saying something to him, but Jason hasn’t caught a word of it. He rubbed at his eyes to try and focus. “Did you get dosed?” “Does? No. Just the stupid flu or something,” Jason lied. “Why are you here?” “Because you didn’t show up for patrol for a few days in a row, little bird,” Dick said softly. He brushed Jason’s sweat soaked hair off his forehead. Jason swayed into the touch. Not even two days of finally being touched apparently was all it took to lose his self control. At least Dick wasn’t shying away from him right then. Not like he normally did. Right, his brother had said something. “That made you break into my place? You know that was fucking stupid. What if I’d been…” Jason trailed off and motioned to his eyes. What if he’d been in a Pit rage. “You don’t drop off from everything like this when you are. We were worried,” Dick said. He sounded worried, but Jason didn’t feel like he could figure out if it was real right then, not with his head so full of cotton. Maybe it was. This was Dick, he seemed to care. Of course, then Dick had to go and add, “You should have checked in.” Jason snorted at that. “Not for patrol reasons,” Dick said, rolling his eyes. “So that we didn’t worry, little bird. And so that I could have brought some soup from Alfred.” “Mmm… yeah, would have been worth it for the soup,” Jason decided after a moment. “Most things are worth Alfred’s soup,” Dick agreed with a chuckle. “But no, you had to be stubborn and not let us know you were sick so there’s no soup for you.” “Shut up,” Jason grumbled with no real heat. He tried to let himself fall back onto the couch but was stopped by Dick pulling him forward. “Nu-uh. We’re going to get you up and into the shower. You’ll feel better in clean clothes and I can change the blankets on the couch and get these through the wash.” “No.” “Yes,” Dick said in a sing-song voice that made Jason want to punch him. Instead he let Dick help him off the couch. Now that it had been mentioned, a shower really did sound good. He was left propped up against the door frame of the bathroom while Dick got the shower started. The sound of the water was almost soothing, and Jason eyes drifted closed. Normally the Pit would be snarling at him to stay alert— to stay focused and on guard— even (especially) in the presence of his family, but it seemed as drained by the ectoshot as he was and stayed quiet. “Jay?” “Hum?” “Do I need to get you to a hospital?” Jason pried his eyes open to glare at his brother. When had Dick gotten so close? He hovered just in front of Jason like if he wanted to reach out and pull Jason close. Shit, Dick really was worried, wasn’t he? “It’s just the stupid flu or something.” “I don’t know, you’re really out of it, Jay. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you with your guard like this.” “’S fine,” Jason said and let his eyes close again. “You’re here. I’m safe.” “Okay little bird,” Dick said softly and started to help Jason out of his sweat soaked shirt. “Let me take care of you.”

Dick helped peel off Jason’s shirt and tossed it on the floor. This wasn’t his first time undressing and shoving one of his family members into the shower. Being a vigilante left no room for modesty between the mortal wounds, medical procedures, and decontamination processes. It was easy to be clinical about it at this point. Besides, his mind was too busy reeling over Jason’s words. Jason felt safe with him. Jason, who even when he was sitting right next to them, still held them at arm’s length. Who Dick wasn’t sure would even show up at the few family meals he did attended if it weren’t for Alfred’s cooking. Who struggled to share any details about a case. Who didn’t ask for help when he was this sick… … felt safe with him. Dick had to bite his lip to keep the tears from welling up. He hadn’t thought Jason would ever trust him again, not really. He hadn’t been sure if he’d ever really have his brother back. He didn’t even need— want— Jason back in a creepy ‘just like he was before’ sort of way. Dick knew that was impossible. Jason dying had changed them all. Him coming back had changed them again. Jason had talked to Dick about it once, just a little. They had both been drunk— Jason more than Dick— and Jason had talked. He had talked like the words were spilling out of him, bleeding out of him; a soft steady flow of horror. There in the dim light of Dick’s apartment Jason had talked, just a little, about what it was like to live with the Pit rage in him. How it was like a rabid dog on a leash that was barking, barking barking. Dick didn’t know how someone even thought over that noise, but he was so damn proud of Jason for managing. He was so damn proud of Jason for clawing his way back to life— out of his grave and out of his madness and out of his rage. He didn’t want the old Jason back. He just wanted a chance to get to be a brother to this Jason. He was so damn proud of the man he’d become. His eyes ran over the horrible autopsy scars that crossed Jason’s chest. The stark reminder of exactly why Dick hadn’t been sure they’d ever really have Jason back. Jason, when he had to change around them, always did it as quickly as possible. But right then the scars were on full display. Because Jason was trusting Dick to see them. Dick tried hard not to think too much about it. Jason needed his help right then. He could deal with the mental fallout later. With some wrangling, Dick got Jason into the shower. After getting fresh clothing, he took a seat on the closed toilet, flicking through his phone from somewhere to order food from. He wanted to be close by in case Jason lost his balance in the shower. “Is Ben’s good for pizza?” “What?” At least Jason was sounding a little more clear headed. “Ben’s. I’m ordering food.” “Yeah. Get a supreme. The chicken bbq one is good too.” “Got it.” Dick selected the pizzas, added maybe too much garlic bread to the order, and submitted it. Then he pulled up the family chat. The one that Jason still refused to be part of. Dick: So Jason’s running a pretty bad fever. He thinks it’s the flu. Oracle: He’s actually staying home and not patrolling when he’s sick? Tim: Shit. It’s that bad? Dick: He’s pretty out of it. Shower seems to be helping and I’m ordering food. I’m going to stay the night here unless you need me on patrol. Bruce: We’ll rearrange patrols. Keep an eye on him. Dick: Will do. He wasn’t going to let Jason down again.

When Jason woke on day four, he felt good. He wasn’t perfect, he knew that. Danny had said it would take at least a few infusions— maybe several if his core took to it badly. He might never be without lingering effects. But even with just the one shot of ectoplasm Jason felt better than he had in years. Jason let himself linger in bed for a bit, slowly stretching out his sore muscles, before sounds from his kitchen made him stir. The press of otherness was back, so Jason assume that Danny was back. His arrival still made Jason shudder with a chill of cold. It wasn’t as overwhelming as it used to be, but there was never any doubt when Danny was around. Yesterday Dick had hardly left his He’d convinced Dick that he would be fine for the day and that he should go to work. Dick had still insisted on waking Jason up in the morning before he headed out, but Jason had rolled over and went back to sleep. And now Danny was back. The sound of something clattering, followed by cursing, had Jason finally rolling out of bed and heading to the kitchen. He half debated at least pulling on a shirt over his sleep pants, but the cursing had turned rather fevered. Besides, he didn’t think that Danny would be bothered by his scarring. He had to stop in the doorway to the kitchen and just stare. Smoke hung in the air. Danny was right in the middle of it— holding an ice covered frying pan out at arms length. Jason was pretty sure the tips of Danny’s bangs were singed. Jason was smirking. He knew he was. He really couldn’t help it. “I can see why you always bought food these last few days.” Danny whirled to face him, blue eyes wide. He made a cut off little noise and flushed bright red. Chuckling, Jason stepped into to the space— the kitchen was hardly big enough for two people— and reached around Danny to turn the burner off. Danny’s arm was cold as he brushed against it. When Jason pulled back and Danny was still just staring at him and had grown redder. “You good there, fish?” “Um, what? Oh!” Danny finally blinked. The blush went right to the tips of his ears. “Right, yeah? But, um, I don’t think that the eggs are okay.” “Don’t know if my frying pan is either,” Jason said, eying the frozen hunk of metal. “Sorry,” Danny said with a wince and dumped it in the sink. He waved his hand and let the ice melt. Scorched eggs washed down the sink. “How did you burn them so badly?" Jason asked. He was actually a little impressed. “I never learned to cook, okay? We didn’t really cook at my house so I’m having to pick up all of it now,” Danny said with a little shrug. “It’s, ah, not going so well.” “Neither of your parents chefs?” “Too much ambient ectoplasm,” Danny said as he tried to scrub at the charred pan. Jason didn’t think it would do any good. “When the casserole tries to eat you back one too many times you sort of give up on eating at home.” “What.” “Reanimated food. They’re always bastards. I have scars from the hot dogs still,” Danny said and also gave up on the pan and turned around to lean against the counter. “…I have so many questions and I don’t know if I want answers.” Danny shrugged again. He picked at the ends of the hoodie he was wearing, unraveling the ragged edge further. “You probably don’t. So, um, I was in the right to leave the other night, right?” “Yeah. It was my brother checking up on me. I don’t think I’m ready to explain all of this,” Jason said, giving a little wave of his hand to indicated everything as he leaned against the counter next to Danny. Danny glanced at him, his eyes flickering over the chest scars and back up. “They do know you died, right?” “Sorta hard to miss,” Jason said, crossing his arms. “But they think the Pits brought me back. We all did. Not that…” “It’s different, knowing you’re still dead,” Danny filled in where Jason trailed off. “Yeah. I’ll tell them later, maybe, but I want things to settle more. Shit, wait, am I going to get powers like you have? Then I’ll have to, I guess. It would hard to hide magical ice.” “Oh, you probably wont get ice. There are lots of difference cores. There’s all the elemental ones, fire and electricity and things, but also like, technology and shadow and a the Ancients can have really unique ones like time and hope. We won’t know what yours is until we get rid of the corrupted goop and you have enough ectoplasm.” “Huh,” Jason said with a frown. “So more ectoshots?” “More ectoshots. But we’ll give you a few weeks in between so you can recover. I’ve got to get myself moved to Gotham anyways, and I don’t really think you should take any of it if I’m not around, just in case your powers do develop.” “Yeah, alright,” Jason said, brain already working on how to hide all of this from the Bats. He was just starting to get things back to better with them. He didn’t want to throw ‘hey, turns out I’m still a little dead’ into the mix. He didn’t want to see the looks on their faces at that news. He didn’t want to break anyone’s heart again. He didn’t want to lose them again. Jason cleared his throat. “Well, guess I better give you my number then. Not that I don’t know when you’re around, but would be shit of you to have to come all this way just to check on me. How do you keep getting back and forth, anyways?” “Oh, sometimes I use a portal but mostly I just fly.” “You what?”

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AN: So this chapter was originally a single scene, but it decided it really needed more time. Then Dick decided to show up. I’ve gone back and forth about showing a POV other than Jason or Danny, but Jason is such an unreliable narrator about himself and Danny doesn’t know how Jason used to be, and I wanted to be able to show that. So Dick will show up a few times! He’s mostly here to have feelings.

And yes, Danny was totally bluescrened by shirtless Jason there at the end! I debated the POV for that, but thought it was funner that Jason has no clue why Danny is blushing like a tomato.

This is rough in places, I know, but my focus has been shot by pain. Besides, cleaning it up is what rewrites are for! Speaking of, rewrite of chapter 3 will be up on ao3 Thursday! Thank you all always for your wonderful response to this and stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #dick grayson #dead on main #danny fenton/jason todd #like betta fish do

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sevenpoyo · 1 year

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school headcanons for because i only got 3 more weeks

margo’s is so long even tho she got like 2 minutes of screen time bc i love her so much and she’s my gf

Margo Kess, 1610Miles, 42Miles, Gwen Stacy, Pavitr Prabhakar

margo kess / spiderbyte

ain’t shorty on zoom in the movie?

my girl dont attend class, she once shut down the entire blocks power so she would have an excuse to not be in class

eats in class all class everyday, only shares with you

takes really good notes and never studies them

like???? ma’am??? share???

all her electives are programming related and she pretends to busy while playing centipede all day

sends you 50 links to stuff you might like while ur in math

she got papers that let her opt out of gym

no matter how much you beg ur gonna be alone in gym and she doesn’t feel bad about it

popular with no friends type

like everyday 50 ppl stop you both and say hi

she only knows like 5 of their names she can’t stand half of them niggas

empty ass backpack like she got one notebook and one binder

all a’s and b’s like bitch how

her memory is absolutely ass but she can remember every story you told her or stuff that happened when y’all hang out

don’t ask her what she did in her class

don’t ask her if her class also has a history test

she don’t know

she don’t care

but she do know that when you were 8 your cousin burned ur thigh while y’all were playing iron vs knife fight

(u were dumb as hell for picking knife everyone knows iron always wins)

i looked it up on her word everybody uses those virtual avatars

she’ll shit on your class choices so damn hard

she just likes making fun of your choices fr

like half of ur conversation go;

damn i’m tired

u was up doing stupid shit last night you don’t get to complain

stfu that’s why ur a bitmoji

that’s why ur granny beat ur ass for something your brother did when you were 9

i hate telling u shit

then stop telling me shit

(i have no clue how accurate this is to her character but i need to write about her i’m in love but damn it’s long)

1610 miles / spider-man 2 lmao

book bag full locker full but never has a pencil

writes notes assignments and homework in paint pen ink don’t ask this nigga for notes

(he gets nigga treatment but not my queen margo bc i got favorites)

he miss mad classes but somehow still solid attendance record???

somehow always present in the record he miss 40 days and get caught on like 6 of them

unless his mom make breakfast and lunch on her day off for him he eating the most random shit from the bodega closest to visions

like what do you mean you got a cosmic brownie and a cold chopped cheese from last night ? it’s literally 7 in the morning no i don’t want none

makes you hype him up every time he slap boxes people and he’s so ass at it

he be ashy with no lotion atleast 5 times every month it’s embarrassing

he calls visions his white people school to his parents and his friends

once he said it to gwen and they sat in literal complete silence for like 10 minutes

prolly took music theory because he thought it would be easy and switched out of that shit so fast

i’d be so mean to him for enjoying physics

like this nigga trying to make something of him self

lil einstein ass nigga

he understands color theory but can’t explain it

12 half full sketchbooks but at school he literally draw on computer paper he don’t let the sketch book leave his bag

i know he’s ass at watercolor, he always spills shit, the colors always end up brown

try’s to be interested in your class choices bc he wants to know stuff he can talk about with you

when you first meet he can’t take meaner jokes bc he thinks that you mean them

but one day he’s gets comfortable, and brutal

no one in your life is safe when he looses a video game

except your mom

rio taught him better than that

42 miles / the prowler

comes to school with no school related supplies in his bag unless you count art stuff

finds a pencil on his way to class

has a change of clothes, rat tail comb, 3 bottles of water, a camera, a flashlight, lotion and cocoa butter.

like bro ur going to Ap Art not a camping trip

once he pulled out a griddle and and pancake mix and y’all started making pancakes in class

forgets his metro pass every day and gets so pissed ab it

runs into people in the hallway bc he’s never paying attention

idk if he goes to visions but if he does he calls it his white people school with his full chest to anybody even if they’re white

he be leaving halfway through the day all the time like bro you miss algebra 2 every damn day

uncle arron always talking him out of school with some bullshit reason

bro’s had his tonsils out 8 times on the school’s records

He will get ur parents to put his uncle on ur pickup list and you will be out of there with him

he will YELL if someone step on his shoes no matter what the situation like the school could be on fire and he fighting in the burning building

also his uniform is so pristine

his pants stiff

that button down is bleached ironed pressed and allat

this mfer is an online shopping addict u just know he be on amazon in class

will offer you the weirdest food combos like no i don’t want to put tajin mangoes on my beef patty i’m sick of you nigga

not school related but he’s super good with kids (both miles fr) but he’s the #1 little cousin defender and apologists

he ride for them always one of ur little cousins could sucker punch u and he be like

‘they just want u to play with them’

he takes a preforming arts class for fun prolly

loves sports but doesn’t play one understands the stats well and would help if you played one

wakes up at the asscrack of dawn on weekends

SICK ASS COSTUME FOR HOLLOWEEN IK THIS NIGGA LOVE HOLLOWEEN

plans costumes for school spirit weeks but always checks to seen if he’s gonna be the only one wearing a costume for it

never eats lunch unless his mom makes it he be hungry all day and be complaining

his socks are never in uniform (yes some uniform schools have sock rules)

gwen stacy / spider woman / ghost spider

idk what to call her

she has every snack you could ever want in her lunch bag

hates her music theory teacher

she literally has the most pristine locker with a calendar and a mirror and all that shit will write down test for you and important dates for the both of you

goes to school plays and shits on the story, like she ain’t pay 5 dollars to be there

some of her teachers hate her

like ma’am ur beefing with a whole 16 year old rn

she hate english teachers but love creative writing teachers

she keeps all her books in her locker never brings them home never brings them to class

always comes through with an extra pad no matter what

she also always has hand sanitizer

in like 4 extracurricular after school things and complains so bad

ur starting to hate that shit to ur sick of hearing it like girl quit then

10/10 cameraman she has every fight and every drama in 10khd and she will share them if you ask

she chews her pens and nails

has her drumsticks out always teachers have banned her from taking them to their classes

can watch tv on her phone but look focused you think she’s paying attention but then you look over and she’s watching good luck charlie

pavitr prabhakar / spider-man india

always late for class never in trouble

always eating and sharing food and never in trouble

how is he blessed like this? it ain’t fair

eats from the school vending machines or begs other ppl to share

will always have and share the homework answers no matter what he’s an angel

his sock always have holes in them like sir please get that shit together

gym try hard ik goes insane in football/soccer

very encouraging for shit u don’t wanna do he believes in you

you him and Gayatri talk so much shit but are somehow all well liked

he tells you what teachers are dating (he can just tell)

he has toothpaste in his bag for some reason?? i can just feel this one

his aunt will let you come over after school she’s so sweet to you.

always got a job at school assemblies

he’s reading poems or shaking hand or leading in the school pledge or something

Pav’s is short because i have no fucking clue if school in India is different form america and Barbados

#miles morales x reader #42 miles morales #margo kess x reader #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr my beloved #atsv x reader #atsv spoilers #spider byte x reader #the prowler x reader #42 miles morales x reader

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electrosuite · 1 year

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ok so i’m gonna ask for smth super specific to my own sad little life but i’d love if you could write it

so essentially female!reader is plus sized and eddie takes a liking to her and asks her out when she’s at her locker but she’s been asked out as a joke before and made fun of her whole life so she doesn’t believe that he’s being genuine but he says he understands what it’s like to be an outcast and bullied and that he genuinely thinks she’s like gorgeous and so she says yes and they go out to dinner but she’s super nervous about eating in front of him

then fast forward like 2 months and they have sex for the first time despite her having given him a bj but never asked him to do anything because she’s afraid he won’t be attracted to her, but then she decides to finally take it a step further and she’s really reluctant to take her clothes off in front of him but he’s so comforting and he thinks she’s the most beautiful woman in the entire world

then after they have sex they talk and she reveals that jason and his friends followed her into the woods one day during lunch and surrounded her so they could bully her and just be really mean but one of her male friends saw them following her and stepped in

like i said it’s a sad story but this whole situation actually happened to me in high school but me and my bf have been together almost five years now so maybe it’s not all bad

warnings: swearing, mentions of bullying and harassment, dirty talk, oral sex, descriptive sex

word count: 4.9k

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a/n: oh my, i’m so sorry this happened to you. idk what possesses people to be so mean to others based off judgments of their appearance rather than their personality. i hope i do your request justice.

It was a normal day for you so far. It was Tuesday, which meant you had your painting, history, and math, as well as a free period. You intended to spend it in the library, so you stopped at your locker to put away most of your books and grab your backpack. You decided to look down at a page of your homework, going over what you needed to study.

But when your locker closed with a bang, you jumped and looked up and to your right. There stood Eddie Munson, a metalhead who hosted the Dungeons & Dragons club, also known as Hellfire.

But he’d become a friend to you as of late. And friends weren’t something you had many of. You weren’t very social, preferring to keep to yourself and listen to your music on your Walkman.

Middle school and high school weren’t easy for you. You’d always had issues surrounding your weight, seemingly unable to keep it off. And middle school kids and high school bullies immediately noticed. It was an easy thing for them to pick on, so they did.

You couldn’t catch a break, and the people who you thought were your friends made fun of you behind your back. So you gave up on trying to have friends and just decided to stop socializing altogether.

One day when you were looking for somewhere to sit at lunch, Eddie was standing at the end of one of the tables and making a speech to his friends about how people mislabel them as “freaks” and “Satan worshippers” when he spotted you. He thought you were pretty, and when the two of you made eye contact, he gave you a friendly smile and walked over, clearing his throat.

“Looking for somewhere to sit?” You nodded, both of you glancing around the cafeteria. The only open spot was next to Jason Carver and his basketball friends, and Eddie could see your aversion to joining them. “Wanna sit with us?” he asked, glancing over at the younger boys having a conversation about Dungeons & Dragons.

“Sure,” you said with an awkward smile.

He made some of the boys scoot down so you could sit next to him. You were sitting awkwardly as they hadn’t given you enough room to sit, and you hoped no one would notice besides you.

But Eddie noticed.

“You okay?” he asked, recognizing how uncomfortable you were. You simply nodded and gave a small smile, but he didn’t buy it. “Hey asshats,” he said, catching the attention of the three boys next to you. “Scoot over more.”

They did it without question and returned to their conversation with the rest of the group, and you were a bit taken aback at their lack of reaction. You scooted over and got comfortable, able to let out a sigh.

“Better?” he asked, raising his eyebrows and turning the corners of his mouth upwards.

“Better.”

And since that one, small interaction, you’d began sitting with them regularly. One day, he offered you a Hellfire shirt, even though you didn’t play.

“Normally I wouldn’t offer one to someone not in the club, but I really like having you around. Plus, you’d match better if you had one.”

Your cheeks got red at that, and you laughed awkwardly for a moment.

“I’d love one.”

“Great! What size?” You faltered at that, scratching the back of your neck. “What’s wrong?” he asked, genuinely concerned about why your demeanor changed so suddenly.

You shook your head. “Nothing. Um, a two-x. If you have them.”

“Why wouldn’t I have one?”

You shrugged. “I just... didn’t know if you had bigger sizes, you know?”

“Of course, I have 'em. I got some made in every size. They're in my van, I can get you one after school.”

“Cool.”

Another conversation that left you a bit stunned. You were used to not being able to find bigger sizes in the clothes you wanted, and you always felt judged asking for them.

But you didn’t feel judged when you told Eddie. It was just another transaction, and you thought that this is what it must feel like to ask him for a small or medium.

Turns out, a two-x was exactly the size you needed. It was a baseball tee style shirt so it was slim-fitting but not tight, and you couldn’t stop looking at yourself in the mirror the next morning. You’d never had a shirt that fit you like this — one that wasn’t oversized and didn’t make you uncomfortable. You also really liked how the three-fourths length sleeves made your arms look.

And so did Eddie. When you walked into the lunchroom he almost choked on his water before you made it into earshot, so you didn’t see his reaction.

“Hey,” you greeted, sitting in your usual spot next to him.

“Nice shirt.”

“Thanks. It’s very soft.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

You noticed he was acting a bit off, but you paid no attention to it.

And this led to now, with him standing at your locker after closing it for you.

“Hi,” he said, leaning his shoulder against the metal surface.

“Hi.”

You held your notebook down in front of you, your arms straight and in a position to cover as much of your torso as you could. This was your natural stance now whenever you held something, trying to avoid stares.

“What are you up to?”

“Free period. I was gonna go to the library and study.”

“Oh sweet, I have a free period too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I was probably gonna head out early.” He crossed his arms to be as casual as possible. “If you wanted to hang out or something.”

“I can’t, I have a really big test tomorrow.”

“Okay, well, what about tomorrow night, then?”

“What, like a date?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay.”

You furrowed your brows, questioning his intentions.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Seriously.”

“Is this a joke? Did someone put you up to this? Was it Jason?”

“What? Of course not. Why would it be a joke, and why would Jason tell me to ask you out?”

“Because he’s done it before. More than once.”

“What?”

“If this is a joke I will walk away right now.”

“Y/N, it’s not a joke. I want to hang out with you. I like you.”

You raised your eyebrows, still not fully believing him. “You like me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, tell me what you like about me.”

“I like that you’re one of the few people in this school that doesn’t think that I’m a freak.”

And that was when it hit you. Eddie was in the same boat as you were. The bullying, the mocking, the harassment. You’d both endured it for years, and you were the first girl who treated him like a person, not an outcast.

“Look, I get it if you don’t want to. Most people wouldn’t. But if you do, the offer still stands.” He turned to walk away when you reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked down at your hands then up at you.

“I’m sorry. It’s just... hard to tell if someone’s being genuine. I’m sorry I accused you of that, you’re not the type of person to pull something like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

“Tomorrow night sounds fantastic.”

“Great.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled your address down on it, handing it over to him.

“Pick me up tomorrow after school. We can do whatever you want.”

He nodded. “Great. Dinner it is.”

As he walked off, you felt a sense of horror wash over you.

Dinner. Up until now, you’d only eaten small snacks at lunch in front of him, like an apple or peanut butter crackers. This was all on purpose, trying to avoid your regular bullies seeing you eat and approach to make fun of you.

But now the idea of eating an entire dinner in front of him made you queasy.

So when you two were in his van pulling into the parking lot of the local twenty-four hour diner, he noticed how nervous you were. He assumed it was just regular jitters, but he could tell something was wrong when you began looking at the menu.

“I think I’ll just get a salad,” you said in an unsure tone.

“A salad? That’s it?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Why not get something more filling?”

You shrugged. “I dunno, I guess I’m trying to eat better.”

He tilted his head and gave you a confused expression. He leaned forward and put his weight on his elbows. “Are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“As soon as I brought up dinner you got kinda... standoffish. I could’ve picked something else if you didn't want to eat.”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to bring down the mood or anything, it’s just... I usually don’t eat much in front of other people.”

“How come?”

“Because I get made fun of.”

“Made fun of? Why?”

“Eddie, come on.” When his expression simply said that he didn’t understand, you scoffed. “I’m not exactly thin.”

“Who cares?”

“I do. So does everyone else, apparently.”

“Well, everyone else are dumbasses.” You snickered at that comment. “Y'know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were the prettiest girl in Hawkins.”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m serious! You can even ask Dustin, I brought it up at Hellfire.”

“What did you say?”

“He asked if I knew you and I said no but I thought you were really pretty.”

You’d never felt like this before. Sitting across from you was someone who had only nice things to say to you, not a lick of judgment in his voice. Someone was calling you pretty, and they were being genuine.

“Order what you actually want to eat. Don’t starve yourself for me.”

“Okay.” You skimmed over the menu again. “I think I’ll get a cheeseburger.”

“Sounds delicious,” he said, satisfied that he convinced you to order what you wanted.

And then, before you knew it, two months had gone by and you and Eddie were officially dating. But, of course, because of the rumors about him, you only faced more harassment. Notes in your locker from anonymous bullies calling you a “Satan worshipper” and “cult apologist”, but this was the first time that none of it bothered you.

You knew Eddie wasn’t any of the things that people called him, and you felt like you were walking on sunshine every moment you got to spend with him. He made you feel beautiful — something no one had ever been able to do. He made you feel comfortable, like you were home when you were wrapped in his arms.

But despite how beautiful he made you feel, the idea of him seeing you without clothes on made you more anxious than you'd ever felt.

So, to ease into the idea of sex, you decided you were going to go down on him, even if you weren't good at it.

So when you were listening to him play guitar in his van one day after school, you decided to make a move.

He was playing a song he'd mastered, Stairway to Heaven, when you crawled over and gently pushed the guitar out of his lap. He put it down next to the beanbag he was sitting on and smiled as you came up to his eye level to kiss him.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled through kisses.

"I wanna make you feel good."

"What?"

You ran one of your hands down his stomach and to his belt buckle. He reached down and stopped you.

"What are you doing?" he asked, this time in a serious tone.

"I wanna blow you."

His eyebrows raised. "Are you sure?"

"What, you don't want me to?"

He looked at you like you were crazy. "Oh, believe me, I do. I just... This is coming out of left field. I just don't want you to do it because you feel like you need to."

"I don't feel like I need to. I just... I want to do this."

He still seemed skeptical, but he let go of your hand and allowed you to continue. You undid his belt, then his pants, then you pulled them and his underwear down enough to allow everything to spring out.

Your eyes went big, not expecting but also not surprised by his size.

"Is it okay?" he asked sheepishly.

You did your best to suppress your nervousness and wrapped your hand around his length and licked the tip, making him take a deep, sharp breath.

Your lips engulfed him, sinking your mouth down and going until he hit the back of your throat. He involuntarily bucked his hips, the extra inch or two making you choke.

"Sorry," he said, pushing your hair out of your face.

You wrapped your hand around the base and stroked it as you bobbed your head, which made him throw his head back.

"Shit," he whispered, putting his right hand on the top of your head and guiding you along. "That feels so good."

You adjusted your tongue so that it laid flat against the underside of his dick, which apparently felt better because his moans instantly got louder.

"Y/N, I'm not gonna last much longer."

At this point, he was guiding you along more than you were actually doing anything of your own, so you just let him. You could tell that he was close to cumming, and you weren't planning on stopping until he was drained.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned, and based on him thrusting his hips, you knew he was right on the edge.

Then, suddenly, you tasted something you've never experienced. It was salty and bitter, and there was a lot of it. The weak moans that left his mouth made you smirk the best you could with a dick in your mouth, but you slowed your pace and watched him breathe heavily.

When he looked down at you, you were swallowing the cum in your mouth, and his eyes widened.

"Did you swallow?" You nodded. "God, that was hot." He pulled you up to where he could kiss you and you giggled at his excitement. "It didn't taste bad, did it?"

"No, I don't think so. I don't know what it's supposed to taste like, but I didn't wanna spit it out."

He nodded. "Good. My turn."

He started sitting up, and you stopped him. "What do you mean?"

"I was gonna go down on you. Return the favor."

You shook your head. "That's okay."

He was confused. "What?"

"I'm okay. I'll let you know when I'm ready for that."

"Are you sure? I feel bad not doing it."

"I'm sure. And don't feel bad. I'm just not ready for that yet."

He gave you a small smile. "Okay. But I am going to rock your world when you let me."

That was three days ago. You hadn't seen Eddie much in those days as he'd been at his friend Dustin's doing a Dungeons and Dragons campaign, but as soon as their game was over he made sure you were the first person he saw.

He surprised you at your locker, splitting a candy bar with you. You sat together at lunch, which you ate outside at one of the picnic tables. He sat on the table, and you sat on the bench next to him.

"So I was thinking," he said, his mouth full from a bite he took from his apple.

"About what?"

"Tonight's Friday. Would you wanna stay at my place?"

Neither of you had spent the night at the other's place since you got together, so this was a big step.

"Your uncle would be okay with that?" you asked, knowing he lived with his uncle.

"He works night shift, but he wouldn't care either way. What do you say?"

You thought for a minute. "I'd have to tell my parents that I'm staying with a friend, but I'd love to."

"Yeah?"

"Totally."

"Awesome. I have tons of tapes we can watch."

You knew how tonight would probably end. And you were excited for it. But you were more nervous than anything. You wanted to go to the next level with him, even if it meant doing something that made you uncomfortable.

So when he kissed you during the movie you guys decided on in his room, you pulled him on top of you and wrapped your legs around your thighs.

"Eddie," you whispered.

"Mm?" he moaned softly into your neck, pressing kisses into your skin.

"I want to do this."

He looked at you, tucking your hair behind your ear with his right hand. "Are you sure?" You nodded. "I need you to say it, sweetheart."

That nickname always made your heart skip a beat.

"I'm sure."

"Absolutely sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Absolutely positively with a cherry on top?"

You laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. "So many cherries. As many as you want."

"Okay."

"Go turn the lights off."

He obeyed immediately, the only light coming from the television. When he returned, he got back into the same position as a moment ago, but he used his knees to push your legs back further.

You reluctantly reached down and pulled your shirt off, having to sit up a bit for a moment.

His eyes were glued to your body, unable to look at anything else. It made you feel awkward and your natural instincts were to cover yourself. But when you did, he wrapped his fingers around your wrists and pulled your arms away.

"This is what you've been hiding?" he asked, his tone full of love. "Goddamn, Y/N." His lips latched onto your chest, his hands on your hips.

"Is that a good thing?"

He made eye contact. "You're a goddess. Literally ethereal."

You couldn't hold back the laugh you let out. "I think that's a bit of an exaggeration."

"I'm speaking nothing but the truth."

Before he could do anything else, you reached under you and unhooked your bra, slowly removing it and throwing it to the floor. You could've sworn his eyes popped out of his head like a cartoon character at that, and he swallowed the spit in his mouth before littering kisses across your breasts.

"Take your shirt off," you commanded, which he did. He was so beautiful, and it made you bite your lip.

He leaned back down to kiss you and untied your sweatpants, which made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. His hand slipped into them and his fingers found your clit, causing you to gasp softly.

"Is that okay?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

You nodded. "Yeah, it's good."

His fingers continued to work and you couldn't stop yourself from moaning into his mouth. But it only lasted a few more seconds before he scooted down on the bed and hooked his fingers under your pants, looking at you for permission.

You reached down and helped him, unable to muster a single word. He slowly removed them, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every second that went by.

But reality hit you: you were about to be completely, one hundred percent naked in front of him. Sure, he could barely see you with his body blocking most of the light, but he could still see you.

So your natural response was to bend your knees and cover as much from his perspective as you could.

"Y/N..." he said softly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your knee. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

"I do want to. I've just never been naked in front of someone. Not since I was little and changed in the same room with my mom."

"Well, if it makes you more comfortable, you could always put your shirt back on. Me, personally, I like looking at you, so I wouldn't recommend that. But it's completely up to you."

You shook your head. "I need to get comfortable with it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure."

He nodded, and slowly spread your legs. Here, he had a full view of your body, and he only smiled. He kissed your thighs one at a time, settling down on his stomach. His mouth was so close to your vagina, and he knew it was driving you crazy.

The feeling of his tongue on your clit made you moan. Much louder than you intended. His hands wrapped around your thighs, holding them still on either side of his head.

Your right hand fingers tangled themselves in his hair, your left hand flat against the wall behind you.

"Shit, Eddie."

Your back was arching, your hips grinding into his mouth. His eyes were glued on you, wanting to see how you looked when he made you cum.

You knew you were grinding into his face quickly, but he managed to keep his mouth exactly where it needed to be.

Everything that was happening right now was making him hard as a rock, and resisting the pulsing and throbbing in his dick was driving him insane. But he needed to make you feel good. He needed to make you cum before he even took his pants off.

And it didn't take you long to get there. He could tell, too. Your moans had become desperate, needy. You were pulling his hair, which only turned him on more.

"God, I'm so close. Eddie, I'm gonna cum," you struggled to say. "Please. Fuck." You didn't know what you were begging for, as he was already getting you there.

And when you went over the edge, Eddie could've swore that the noises that left your mouth were the most beautiful sounds he'd heard in his entire life. Gasps, moans, cries, swears, and his name filled the room in a melodic song that even made him moan.

Tears dripped down your temples into your hair, your legs shook so hard that they felt like they were gonna cramp, and your eardrums rang.

You were in heaven, and you never wanted to leave.

He kept going so long that you felt like you couldn't breathe, and you had to physically tap out.

When he stopped, you were sweating and crying out of pleasure. He kissed your thighs more, giving you a moment to calm down before he got on top of you again.

When he returned to eye level with you, he kissed your cheek.

"Goddamn," you muttered, chuckling tiredly.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Sorry if I was too loud."

"No such thing." He kissed you, and you could taste yourself on his lips. "Wanna keep going?"

"Of course, I do."

He rolled off of you and stood up for a moment to pull his pants down. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching into his nightstand and pulling out a condom.

He tucked your hair behind your ear again, making you look at him.

"If you wanna stop at any time, tell me. Okay?"

"Okay. I will."

He kissed you for a moment, rubbing himself against the area you were most sensitive.

Once again, he used his knees and thighs to bend your hips more, really spreading you open.

"Ready?" he whispered.

"Ready."

He reached down and guided himself to your opening, slowly sliding in. You closed your eyes and your jaw dropped as he bottomed out, which made him weakly moan.

"Fuck," he sighed. "You feel so good."

"So do you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So fucking good."

Hearing your sweet voice talk so dirty was a major turn-on for him, as you learned when you blew him.

"You like being stretched out like this?"

"Mhm. Feels so good."

He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you, making you involuntarily moan. His mouth landed on your neck as he developed a steady rhythm, his left hand gripping the top edge of the mattress.

With his right hand, he cupped your cheek and pressed your foreheads together, making you look into each other's eyes.

"Eddie," you breathed, which made him grunt. "God, you feel so good. So fucking good."

"Yeah? You... fuck... feel good too. Really good. So warm and wet. God. I don't think I'll last much longer with you."

He buried his face in your neck, biting down on the skin hard but gentle enough to only leave a hickey.

The hand that was on your face reached down to the back of your thigh, almost to your ass cheek, and his fingers dug into the skin. This allowed him to bend your hip even more, your thigh pressing into the back of his bicep.

Every time you made a dirty quip, it only made him grunt and groan and moan even more. Every 'You're so deep' and 'You feel so good' awoke something inside of him that you didn't expect. He was pounding and slamming into you, but it didn't hurt. It felt amazing. If you knew he could make you feel this good, you would've blown him weeks ago.

His shoulder was pressed into your cheek, so you lightly bit down on it, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm gonna cum. I'm so close."

"Cum for me, Eddie."

When you kissed his neck, it sent him over the edge. His hips slammed into the backs of your thighs, his fingers pressed into your leg, and he cried out right next to your ear.

A few thrusts later and he stilled his movements, leaving the only sound being your unsynchronized gasps for air. Neither of you moved for a good thirty seconds, both of you laying there with your eyes closed.

"Holy shit," he mumbled, lifting his head and looking at you. Once again, he pushed your hair out of your face, which was spotted with sweat droplets, before cupping your cheek and stroking it with his thumb. "You good?" You just nodded. He placed his palm on your chest and chuckled. "Your heart is pounding."

"I wonder why," you joked, which made him laugh harder.

"I'm gonna pull out now." He slid out of you with ease and you softly moaned, straightening your legs to be more comfortable. He rolled over to lay next to you, pulling the full condom off and throwing it in the trash can next to the bed and grabbing a tissue to clean himself off.

He grabbed a clean tissue and propped himself up on his elbow. He gently cleaned you up too, kissing you when he was done. He sighed, looking over at you.

You were staring at the ceiling, still breathing heavy.

A few moments went by before you flipped onto your side, laying your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you and you bent your knee onto his leg. Once you got settled he kissed the top of your head.

"Can I ask you something?" he said softly.

"Hm?"

"What happened between you and Jason?" He could feel your demeanor change at the question. "You don't have to talk about it, but you didn't want to sit with his group at lunch, which I completely understand, and you thought he put me up to asking you out. What's all that about?"

You were silent for a moment.

"We were... acquaintances at one point. Not friends, we just knew each other. Not long after we learned about each other, he started targeting me. I'm sure you can guess what about. He would make fun of me at lunch for eating, or sometimes he'd even take my food and tell me I didn't need it. I thought maybe eating in the classroom during lunch would help, but the teacher almost never stayed in there so he'd find me and still do it.

"I tried to eat outside one day farther away from the school, but him and his friends followed me out there and surrounded the table I was at so I couldn't leave. I didn't know what they were gonna do, so I kinda just froze and let them harass me."

"What'd they do?" He was running his fingers through your hair and massaging your scalp, which he knew would calm you down.

"They took my lunchbox. They dumped everything out of the packaging and stepped on it so I couldn't eat it. They were assholes about it and kept calling me names." You took a deep breath and swallowed the spit in your mouth.

"Is that why you didn't want to eat in front of me?"

You nodded. "You're the first person I've eaten a whole meal in front of since then."

"Not even your family?"

"What, like they're any nicer?"

"Jesus. I wish I'd been there that day Jason did that."

"One of my friends at the time stopped them. He offered to buy me another lunch but I said no. I guarantee they only stopped because it was another guy that stepped in."

Eddie hugged you tightly, leaning his head down to kiss you.

"I'm sorry that happened. You didn't deserve that. Nobody deserves that."

"I've learned to just avoid him."

"Well, if he starts bothering you again, you come to me, okay? He already thinks I'm a freak, he doesn't phase me."

"Thank you."

You both turned back to the movie, watching what was left of it. About fifteen minutes later when he noticed you were asleep, he covered you up with his blanket and watched you for a few minutes.

He smiled to himself, thinking how lucky he got to find you.

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shit-people-probably-didnt-say · 4 months

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Any soft Wesper kid HC or prompts? I’ve always imagined Wespers kid as struggling to read just like Wylan and not fully understanding it. They just know that “Da reads everything for Dad” and growing up in a much healthier environment than Wylan they dont grow up with the same low self esteem issues and instead the idea that love is someone willing to read to you. They hope that in the future they find someone like that for themselves. IDK I’m a sucker for breaking they cycle lol

Aw Id love to share some soft Wesper Kid HCs!

Apologies for the delay in answering Ive had this in my drafts so I can build on it

- Wesper kid is an early riser and often wakes before his Dads, so the only sensible thing to do is bring his favourite book or toy and climb into their bed with them. They often spend the entire morning on off days just lounging in bed

- Swimming lessons! Being so close to canals and the harbour (and that swimming once saved his Pa’s life) having the Wesper Kid know how to swim and be confident in water is extremely important to them

- Ive always imagined if the Wesper kid had a cognitive disability it would be colourblindness or ADHD. Where his Da is the hyperactive sort he is the inattentive type and can struggle to sit for lessons without his mind wondering. So to help him they adjust his school day. They give him more frequent breaks in class and bigger gaps in-between lessons with lots of outside play, and they find tutors who teach in a very practical way to keep him engaged

- Wesper kids favourite animals are rabbits, little bit of Aditi coming to him. Jesper also sings Zemeni lullabies and reads him all his favourite stories from his childhood. Wesper kid becomes their ‘little rabbit’ and Grandma Aditi is well known in their home

- Ive love the idea that theres no shame or secret regarding Wylan not reading. Kids accept the world as it’s presented to them so he wouldnt think anything unusual of it. When it comes time to do homework or bedtime stories theres no hush-hush that only Da can read to him. But Wylan of course memorises bedtime stories and is Wesper kids go to for math/science homework

- Wesper kid has his Da’s energy and his Pa’s musical interest…which results in him wanting to learn the drums. Jesper is overjoyed, Wylan is of course delighted and supportive but makes a mental note to get ear plugs as a kid learning percussion can be quite overstimulating for autistic people

- As much as Wylan is dead set on gentle parenting that doesn’t mean it’s easy. When you’re brought up with harsh treatment and are used to that being ‘normal’, it takes daily conscious effort to break that cycle. He never ever lays a harsh hand or word on their son, but he does have to take time outs occasionally to gather himself on rough days. Its retraining mental instinct but he would do it a million times over for his son to feel safe and loved

- Wesper kid is asthmatic/anaemic like his Pa. Id love a fic of the first time the kid becomes really unwell with the flu or lung fever and Wylan & Jesper are just losing their minds. Luckily Nana Marya is there to help calm new parent worries and pass along some tips on soothing a poorly child

I may continue to add to this, but this is what I have at the moment 💕

#wesper kid #wesper parents #wesper #wylan van eck #jesper fahey #marya van eck #colm fahey #aditi hilli #soc hc

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trashbag-baby666 · 7 months

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MOTA High School AU HC’s: Buck and Bucky.

I’ve been seeing other people talking of a MOTA high school au. So I just would luv to drop all of my HC’s for mine that I’ve been working on with @ihearteugeneroe !!!

Edit: I’ve been writing these and I’m just going to make separate posts for separate characters because I really went over my head with this one!

MOTA Masterlist!!

Buck/Bucky:

•Gale comes from a very wealthy family. His parents are both lawyers and he has two little sisters who are twins.

•Gales family is somewhat religious like church on the holidays but his grandparents are super religious. His grandma does not like John at all.

•Meatball is also the Clevens family dog 3:

•John is an only child of two emotionally unavailable parents who should be divorced. His dad had an affair when he was 11 and they then moved from Wisconsin to Wyoming for a fresh start. There he meets the rest of them. His parents fight all the time and he gets stuck in the middle of it. So he stays with the Clevens a lot.

•John and Gale are the co captains of the football team.

•John was always picky but as he was forced into playing football and he doesn’t really like it. His dad is always on him about his body and it’s now weened him into a full blown eating disorder.

•Gale is very much aware and he started making lunch to bring John at school that was easy on his stomach.

•When they go out John ONLY orders chicken strips and fries. That or John and Gale will pick something out together on the menu and share it.

•Buck is an AP/Honors student. He gets straight A’s and he knows his parents have high standards for him.

•John on the other hand has ADHD. He struggles in school, specially with math.

•Gale helps him out a lot with his homework. He’s always so patient with him and making sure he understands what’s going on.

•JOHN IS A FUCKING BAND KID ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?

•he plays trombone and he’s in marching band.

•Gale loves watching him perform the halftime show at football games in his football uniform.

•John also is in theater. Not like every production but the ones he really likes. He’s not great at singing but he’s a good actor and makes everyone laugh.

•John and Gale take electives together for fun like home ec or jewlery class. One time they took a class about raising kids together and got to do an infamous ‘baby project’

•John, however though is a CERAMICS GOD!!!!

•he’s besties with the art teacher and she lets him come in and throw on the wheel anytime he has study halls.

•Gale is OBSESSED with watching John throw on the wheel. He’s so obsessed with his hands and it drives him crazy.

•Gale is a total stoner versus where Bucky DRINKS.

•Gale wears glasses but he always has contacts in. When John sees him in glasses though right before bed he goes INSANE!!!

#mota #masters of the air #high school au #buck cleven #bucky egan #john egan #gale cleven #it’s really angsty lowkey

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lambertdiary · 1 year

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hey i love your work so much! im so glad there’s people writing for this lovely character

i was wondering if you could write about him meeting one of Chris friends, he is very intrigued by her but can’t find her anywhere after that brief encounter, one day Dalton is supposed to pick up Chris after class but since he arrived quiet early decides to explore the area since he doesn’t come to that side of the school often, one of the classrooms is open and there’s piano music coming of it and is the reader. They have a proper introduction and Dalton tries to be brave for once and ask for her number, little did he know chris was watching him and let’s just say the way back to the dorms she was teasing him about the girl.

A/N: i can't tell you how much i loved this request! sorry it took so long to write but i hope you like it! as always please let me know what you think <3 (also in this fic chris and dalton are still roommates)

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: pure fluff

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Music To My Ears

Meeting new people never came easy for Dalton. He was very shy and reserved, but so loving and kind to his friends. Which is exactly why the most outgoing and confident person he’s ever encountered adopted him almost immediately after they met.

Right now, he was hanging out in his dorm with Chris, his best friend. They were currently watching dumb scary videos on her laptop with a big bowl of popcorn between them. They had been doing that for about an hour, an hour they were supposed to use to do their homework but whatever awful and fake scary video they could find on youtube was surely more entertaining than that. Most of the time they were not scary at all, sure there were a few screamers here and there but the rest of it was just a bad story, bad editing and even worse acting.

Their focus was 100% on the screen, until Chris’ phone made them both jump. She paused the video and picked up her phone, typing a few words before putting it down again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just waiting for someone”

“Oh, so you double booked me?” He asked, acting offended.

Chris rolled her eyes and pushed herself off of the bed “Your acting is worse than the guys on the videos” Now he was a little offended “No, she’s just here to return something”

Chris walked across the room and opened the door, not all the way but enough for Dalton to see someone standing outside. A girl.

“Hey” Chris said, and Dalton could see the girl smile “How did it go with the presentation?”

“Hi! Really good actually, piano skills really do transfer over to this thing” She was holding Chris’ Melodica before giving it back.

“See? Told you, if I can do it you for sure can”

“Yeah, thank you” She smiled again and looked at her hands while she played with them “I cleaned it too so don’t worry”

“Oh I’m not worried” Chris joked and both of them chuckled.

“Alright, thanks again. See you on friday!”

“Any time, see you!” She said before closing the door. Dalton quickly grabbed his phone and pretended to pay full attention to it “Now what? Should we keep watching or should we be responsible students and do some work?”

“There’s only 11 minutes left of this video, we’ll stop after this one, I promise” Chris agreed and went back to bed, where they ended up staying for another 2 hours.

Dalton couldn’t stop thinking about the girl. He wanted to ask Chris about her but he couldn’t possibly, what was he gonna do? Talk to her? Probably not, but if she and Chris are actual friends then he would for sure run into her again, right?

A week went by and there were no signs of the mysterious girl, not even on Friday, when she and Chris were supposed to see each other. But Dalton figured he would rather stay curious than be embarrassed.

It was Taco Tuesday and it was their special tradition to eat a lot of tacos after class. Dalton’s class was dismissed early so after dropping his things off in his dorm, he made his way to pick up Chris from the Math building. Once he got there, he checked the time and realized that he was a little early. He's not really familiar with that part of campus, going there every once in a while and only for a few minutes to wait for Chris, so walking around exploring for a bit while Chris’s class was over seemed like a good idea. He started wandering around, peeking at a few different open classrooms but not seeing anything interesting, he deduced it was just like any other part of campus. Plain and boring.

He was about to turn around and return to his original spot, Chris was about to come down anyway, but before he could start walking, a beautiful melody caught his attention.

He looked around for a moment, trying to figure out where it was coming from, finally seeing an open room he didn’t see before, a sign with the words ‘Music Room’ above the big doors. As he got closer, the piano melody got louder. It was like a force was dragging him to that room, it was like his soul needed to see who was playing the piano so beautifully.

He stood outside, going in carefully as to not disturb whoever was playing there. The song kept going and Dalton could almost recognize it, it was so gracefully played it made him understand why someone would dedicate their entire life to music. As he got closer, he identified the person behind the large piano, he saw the girl that made him go crazy just last week. He felt his heart rate go significantly higher, debating on his mind if he should leave or talk to her.

When the song ended, Dalton decided to go for it. I mean, who knew if the universe would give him another chance to talk to her? It was now or never.

She was about to start playing a different melody but was interrupted by a voice she has never heard before “That was beautiful”

She looked up at the person standing in front of her “Thank you” She was used to strangers complimenting her talent, it happened to her all the time, but thinking that he was listening to her play made her really nervous.

“I’m Dalton by the way” He introduced himself and found his way next to the piano.

“Right, I remember you” She smiled “You’re Chris’ roommate”

“I am, yeah”

“Y/N”

“Y/N” he repeated her name, slowly. Almost as if he was tasting every syllable “Nice to meet you”

“Nice to finally meet you, Dalton. Chris tells me a lot about you” Dalton knew his face was burning, there was no hiding it, and he was a little embarrassed by it “I take it your artistic self draws you to music”

“Well, I was just walking by and I heard you play so-” He didn’t wanna sound like a creep, the last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was stalking her. She didn’t think that, but she wanted to mess with him anyway.

“So… you interrupted my sacred rehearsal”

“I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you- your rehearsal uh- I guess I should get going— oh, you’re kidding. Okay”

Y/N burst into laughter, wishing she had a camera to capture Dalton’s terrified face. Something about him made her feel some kind of way, a good kind of way “Do you like piano?”

“My mom plays the piano”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in amusement “Do you play?”

“Just a little bit… but you’re like a professional so in your eyes not at all, I suppose” Y/N chuckled.

“Show me”

Dalton’s eyes widened, no way she just asked him to play piano for her “What?”

“Yeah, do you know any song you can play for me?”

“Uh- Just this one song my mom wrote years ago”

“Go on then, play it for me” Y/N scooted over a little, making space for Dalton to sit next to her. Dalton looked at her unsure of what to do, not wanting to make a fool of himself “You just heard me play an entire song, it’s only fair”

Dalton let out a nervous laugh, but sat next to her on the stool. He was nervous and he was having a hard time remembering the right notes, but after a minute of staring at the keys he finally started playing. He didn’t play much, he didn’t remember much of the song and even if he did, he wouldn’t know how to play it. But Y/N loved every second of it.

“That’s all I can remember”

“Well, tell your mom she’s very talented” She said, not looking at him “And if you can remember the rest of the song, I would love to hear it sometime”

Dalton paid attention to their hands, they were really close to each other. And after building up the courage he asked her “Can I have your number? You know, just in case I have to show you the rest of the song”

“Yeah, just in case” Dalton pulled out his phone and handed it to her “Text me” She said typing her contact information on his phone and then giving it back.

“I will” Dalton looked at his screen, admiring her name on his contact list. Then a notification appeared on top.

Chris: Sorry I made you wait, but I’m going downstairs right now

“Uh- sorry, I have to go, but we’ll talk later” Dalton said, standing up and walking to the exit.

“Okay, I’ll be waiting for your text” She smiled at him again.

They waved goodbye and he left that room behind, his heart was racing and his hands were sweating, he couldn’t believe he asked for her number. As he approached the building, he spotted Chris standing there waiting for him “Sorry, something came up” He said, gesturing to her to start walking.

“What? Miss music over there?” Chris said pointing at the music room.

“What are you-?”

“Yeah, I saw you coming out and Y/N always practices there when it’s empty. Plus, I saw you eyeing her the other day”

Dalton blushed again “I wasn’t-”

“Don’t even try. I told you, your acting sucks”

Dalton sighed “Chris, please don’t-”

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna say anything… But I bet she already knows”

“What?”

“I mean, I think she can tell when someone is flirting with her. Or at least trying to”

“Hey, I’m great at flirting”

“We can ask her” She said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.

“Stop, please” Dalton took it from her hands and put it back in her pocket. He didn’t think she would actually ask Y/N, but just in case.

“Aw, you’re properly in love” Chris said with a fake british accent.

Dalton rolled his eyes and kept walking, pretending not to care about the teasing but his blushed face giving him away.

“It’s okay,I’ll keep the secret. She gave you her number didn’t she?”

“For your information, I asked for it”

“Oh, go Dolphin!”

After their taco date, Dalton went back to his dorm and planned to call his mum. First of all, he hasn’t called her as much as he promised he would and second of all, he wanted to ask about the song.

“Hey sweetie” Renai said on the other line “It’s so good to hear from you, how have you been?”

“Hi mom, I’m okay, what about you? How is dad?”

“We’re great! Busy getting his things back into the house. How’s school?”

“School is good. Uh- listen, is there any way you can teach me the song you wrote for dad?” He asked, it didn’t go as smoothly as he had planned.

“You wanna learn my song?” Renai sounded confused, which made sense considering Dalton stopped asking questions about her music years ago.

“Uh- yeah. Well it’s been a while since I’ve heard it and I can’t really remember much” He chuckled in hopes of making the situation less awkward.

“Mhm” She hummed “I’m gonna pretend I believe you’re just genuinely curious about the song and that you don't have ulterior motives”

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #ty simpkins #insidious #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert smut

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ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU

After NWH. You met a very lonely boy with sadness in his eyes. You helped him. He told you his biggest secret. But when finally everything seemed to be okay… she came back. His love, his lifeline.

PART 2 HERE

“This is me praying that his was the very first page, not where the storyline ends. My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again. These are the words I held back as I was leaving too soon. I was enchanted to meet you. Please, don't be in love with someone else. Please, don't have somebody waiting on you.”

You met Peter in college. He was in your class. Always alone and lonely as well. Your math professor paired up both of you and suddenly Peter became your friend from project.

Parker invited you a few times so you could do the homework together but you were always staying at his place longer than planned. Talking with him was so easy and funny. He was smart, kind and shared common interests with you. You became friends very quickly. One night he even told you his biggest secret about being a Spiderman. That was your favorite memory and you could see that scene in front of your eyes over and over again.

“look, i know that i’m not the most interesting girl in the world, but it would be lovely to tell me that you have different plans! I would understand you!” you said when he stood you up once again. Peter didn’t even texted or apologized. He looked sad. You wanted to continue your walk to class but he grabbed your hand and said “actually i need to tell you something. Can we…please go to my place? Please y/n!“.

You agreed and when you saw him climbing on his wall, your face became pale.

“Well as you can see I’m uhm…. I’m a spider. Spiderman actually and i know that you hate spiders but I’m a friendly Spider. Maybe cute? Or maybe not. Please y/n just don’t freak out” and your answer was simple. You came closer to Peter and kissed him. That day changed everything between you and Parker. He told you everything. You met Tony Stark in the prettiest memories, you could picture his Aunt May even though she wasn’t there anymore. You also got to know the story about his ex girlfriend MJ and the history behind his loss. You were just laying in his bed with pizza, snacks and hot chocolate the whole day and he was talking. You both needed something like day off from normal life.

“Thank you for listening.“ he said when realized how late it was. “i can’t believe we were here the whole day and i was just talking!“ and you couldn’t love him more in that moment.

“Thank you for telling me Petey.“ you smiled. He looked so calm.

“I wanted to do this for a while. Y/n you have no idea how much you helped me. I was on my own the whole time and you just came into my life and now everything is good again.“ and that was the moment when he got your heart completely.

Everything was so easy and perfect. That day became your favorite memory. It was like the beginning something so pure and strong at the same time. You had Peter so you weren’t lonely in such a big city. Peter had you and he wasn’t on his own. You spent so many afternoons with him studying and doing your homework. Whenever he left for a patrol, you were baking his favorite apple pie or cooking dinner.

“I can’t believe you are here. I have someone who’s waiting for me. Gosh y/n i’m so fucking grateful for you.“ Peter said when you were cleaning up his wounds. “And i really mean it.”

Even fights with him were bearable because you knew that he loves you. Your Petey was just a little lost sometimes.

“I told you, don’t touch it y/n! My Gosh, that was my last stock of web! Is there something you can do right?“ he was yelling like crazy. That evening was difficult to survive so you just wanted to go and let him cooled down.

“Parker don’t be rude! I wanted to clean the kitchen, it’s not my fault your are so messy tonight! I have to go actually, text me when you come back after patrol.“ you said and took your hoodie from the couch.

“Great but I’m not going. I can’t go and this is all because of you! Why are you so annoying? Maybe something bad is going to happen tonight! I won’t be there and I won’t help like i could to this when May needed me!“ for the first time you saw Peter throwing a plate. He started crying and you realized that he wanted to celebrate his aunt’s birthday. With her. But it was the only thing you couldn’t do - to brought her back to life.

“Petey, i know it was a long day especially when your aunt should have celebrate her birthday with you, but please calm down, you’re scaring me.“ he was a mess.

“You know shit about May so shut up y/n! Gosh, MJ would never act like this.“ and you had enough. You left him alone in his apartment.

The rain was pouring all the way to your dorm. You wanted to stay but he said too much. You couldn’t sleep so you stayed awake trying to read your book. When you heard soft tapping you took a deep breath and opened your window.

“i’m sorry. You know i didn’t mean it. I love you so much and I’m really sorry. I’m a mess and I miss May today more than ever and i know you wanted to help me and just be with me, i swear i would do anything to turn back time but i can’t. I’m sorry and i swear i didn’t mean it.“ Peter was looking at you and shaking. You didn’t say a word but hugged him tight.

But one day, the nightmare came to your dreamy day. Like a storm, she took your peace. Peter was silent the whole day. You wanted to check if he was okay so you went to his place. When he opened the door you saw her. MJ. His ex girlfriend.

“Y/n! It’s good to see you.“ he said. MJ got up from the couch and passed you by. You didn’t expect her.

“ I have to go. You two should talk.“ she said and left his home. Peter smiled but them he brushed his hair with fingers and took a deep breath.

“What’s going on?“ you asked.

“You won’t believe but MJ got her memory back! I don’t know how or why but she is back! She found me!“ and in this moment you stopped breathing.

“But how? I mean uhm…that’s great Peter, but what about us now? I mean she was your girlfriend and you never really broke up and…“ you were talking so fast, stressed and lost. You wanted her to go away and just spend some time with your boy.

“ I don’t know… i mean you know i love you so much but she’s the one. MJ always was and always will be the love of my life. I am so sorry. My God i feel so bad, i don’t even know if i want to broke up with you.” You had enough. Your eyes became glassy and you just wanted to go home. Your real home.

“This is your choice Parker. I can’t fight for both of us. Not anymore.“ and you left his apartment.

You wanted to go back to the start and knew that he’s your biggest heartbreak.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker x angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #marvel x readee?

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us without me I: chocolate

A story series from the perspective of Mia (fem!Reader/OC) as she goes through her memories and recounts falling in love with her best friend in high school, Minji. She suffers in silence until she breaks and it all comes crashing down.

Part 1 of 7. Check here for more details.

It was the way she called your name.

“Miaaa!”

The sound of her voice cuts through the silence of the morning.

It was the way she smiled whenever you looked at her.

“Hey, Min! Morning!”

You get up from your seat and into her outstretched arms. Her embrace was an oasis of warmth in the cold December air. You smiled, too. Just about.

You both liked to arrive at school a little early just so you could hang out before the crowds came in. It also provided a good opportunity to catch the sunrise. She took a picture of it everyday. The windows of the library offered the perfect view of the sky, so that’s where you always waited for her. And also because she loved books and they reminded you of her.

“Have you finished the math homework yet?” she asks as she pulls away from the hug.

“Yeah, it was easy,” you reply nonchalantly.

“Easy for you,” she says as she sits down on the couch you just got up from. “But not for me. Can you help me later at lunch?” She grabs your arm and pulls you into her.

“Sure,” you respond, yielding to her gentle tug and taking your spot beside her. “But we could just do it now. It’s really easy.”

“Oh, stop it, smartass. Not everyone is as good at everything as you are. Plus I’m still too sleepy to use my brain right now.”

She takes her phone out and yawns.

It was the way her hair smelled when she leaned her head on your shoulder.

She smelled like your shampoo. Because you used the same one. Or rather your shampoo smelled like her. As if she had claimed its scent for herself. And as she gets lost in her scrolling, you just sit there, staring out the window, her weight against your side, trying not to drown in it.

The bell rings as the full disk of the sun peeks over the horizon.

It was the way she fixed your hair only to play with it a minute later.

“Sorry I messed up your hair earlier. Didn’t mean to fall asleep on you,” she says, mindlessly stroking your soft waves.

“It’s whatever, bro.” But it wasn’t whatever. Her touch was killing you. “Also, stop fidgeting with it. You’re making it worse.”

“Sorry!” She laughs. You’re surprised to find yourself laughing along.

It was the way her voice sounded when she whispered silly things in your ear.

“부시밍.”

“Nah, that’s you, bro. I’ve seen your hair in the mornings.”

“Well, it works for both our names. Kinda. 부시밍밍.”

The teacher takes attendance, calling out Mia and Minji one after the other. Even on paper you were inseparable.

It was the way the collection of stickers inside your locker grew out of control.

“Bro. You do know at the end of the year I have to clean this up, right? Some of these look like they’ll be a pain to remove.”

“But they’re cute!”

“Not everything that’s cute is good for you.” You knew that all too well. “Plus you have it easy. All you get is confession letters in yours. You can just take them out.”

“Fine. I’ll help you clean it up. But you can’t stop me from adding more.”

“I’m not telling you my code next year.”

With all her stuff in her own locker she links arms with you and drags you along to the cafeteria.

“I’ll figure it out anyway.”

“Ugh. I’m not that predictable.”

“To me you are. I know you too well.”

But not well enough to know how you felt about her.

It was the way she would always get an extra serving of kimchi just for you.

“Eat faster. You still need to help me with math.”

“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t need to help you. And I didn’t ask for this extra kimchi.”

“Girl, as if you didn’t want it. Look. You’re practically inhaling it.”

“Well, who told me to eat faster?”

She smirks. Your heart flutters. “So you do want to help me with math.”

You just look down at your empty plate and laugh.

“We can start by counting how many letters you got today.”

“Bro. You act like I get them all the time. I’ve only ever gotten, like, five.”

“That’s five more than me. All I get is a flood of stickers from the same annoying girl.”

“They’re cute!!!”

“Yes. But annoying.”

“You’re just jealous.”

She was right. You were jealous. Of their courage. Of their willingness to lay everything bare. To be at their most vulnerable. Nothing left to lose. But you were afraid of losing. Because she was everything.

“Nah. I just don’t like how it inflates your ego.”

“Ego???”

“Don’t act like you don’t know you’re pretty. Everybody knows it.”

“Not everybody.”

“Sure, Min.”

“Whatever, Mimi.”

She pretends to be annoyed with you. You pretend that her calling you that doesn’t rip your heart out.

“Were they all boys?”

She smirks again. “I won’t tell you.”

“Oh my god. They weren’t all boys!”

“I didn’t confirm anything!”

“That smirk definitely did.”

She chuckles a little. “Fine. There were a few girls.”

“A few??”

“Yeah. And I may have gotten more than five letters, too.”

“I knew it. What proportion were girls, Min?”

“I’m not telling!”

“This is part of your math lesson! What proportion, Minji?!”

At this point you were both laughing and being the loudest table in the cafeteria. She realizes and lowers her voice.

“I’m not telling you. Don’t wanna just expose their identities. But I will tell you that some of them were jealous of you.”

“Huh? It’s not like I’m dating you.”

You feel a sudden urge to cry, saying those words out loud. But now there’s only silence. Painful silence that seems to last far too long.

“Yeah, but nobody’s closer to me than you.”

A hint of tenderness in her voice. Then silence once more.

“Did you ever respond to any of them?”

She picks up her tray and prepares to leave, her tone casual once again.

“I did. I didn’t wanna be mean and completely ignore them. So I just told all of them that I wasn’t looking for anything right now.”

You pick up your own tray and follow slowly behind her as she waltzes away, oblivious to the way your chest was imploding. To the way your eyes were barely holding back tears.

You resume laughing, not fully understanding why.

It was the way she waited for you after class, holding out her hand, so you could walk home together.

"How was Korean, Mimi?”

“Eh, it was alright. I’m still really bad.”

“What do you mean? You’re amazing!”

“If I were amazing, I’d be in the same class as you.”

“Well, that’s for native speakers. Doesn’t mean you’re not amazing. You’re good at everything, bro.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Ugh. I’m not gonna argue with you about this.”

“I’m not arguing. Just stating facts. My Korean isn’t the best.”

“Not the best doesn’t mean you’re not really good, especially since it’s your third language. I keep telling you this.”

It was the way she seemed to glow like an angel in the afternoon sun.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Are you that bad at taking compliments? You look stunned.”

“Sorry, I… Yeah. Sorry.”

It was the way she was just so beautiful.

“You’re so silly, Mia.”

Hearing no response from you, she grips your hand a little tighter and pulls you closer, your shoulders briefly making contact.

“Thanks for the help with math, by the way. I think I can manage the rest myself.”

“It’s nothing, bro.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re just saying that cuz it’s easy for you. Cuz you’re amazing, like I said.”

You look down at the pavement as your cheeks turn the same shade as the clouds up in the sky, bright pink in the early winter sunset.

It was the way she always bought chocolate just so she could share it with you.

“You’re stopping for chocolate again?”

“Yeah. And maybe some coffee.”

“Nah, bro, don’t get coffee. You won’t be able to sleep.”

“I’ll need it to survive the math homework.”

“No, you won’t. Chocolate is enough.”

“Fine. I’m getting you some, too.”

“You never give me a choice anyway.”

“You need more sweetness in your life. You always just eat kimchi.”

You needed a different kind of sweetness. But it wasn’t one she could buy. And it wasn’t one she would give.

It was the way you felt when she put her arms around you.

For all the torment she caused you, she made you feel safe. There was nothing better than her embrace. There was no sweeter sorrow.

“See you tomorrow! Say hi to your parents for me.”

“I will. Take care, Min.”

“You always say that. But I live just over there,” she says, pointing down the street.

“I know! Sorry that I care about you.” You frown.

She smiled in return. But at the end of the day, when the stars were out, it was always different. It wasn’t that playful, teasing smirk when she would poke fun. It wasn’t that smile after a good laugh. It wasn’t that smile when she greeted you in the morning. It was a pure, genuine smile, knowing you were her best friend.

It was the way you couldn’t picture life without her.

“Love you, too, bro.”

It was the way she loved you that made you fall for her.

But it wasn’t the same way you loved her.

After dinner the chocolate left a bitter taste in your mouth.

#minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #kim minji x reader #newjeans x reader

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therodpod · 1 year

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it is time for my ranking of Optimus Prime’s parenting skills… which are only semi-serious (at best) and mostly consists of inside jokes. Enjoy.

1. Starting off strong, G1!Optimus: 7.9/10.

Okay listen, technically speaking he was everyone’s dad BUT he looked like he was about to strangle anyone that wasn’t Bumblebee on more than one occasion, and plus he died :/ which totally wasn’t cool, bc it made my bbg hate himself♥️. and there’s also just like. his treatment of the Dinobots… so. Yikes, king. Points were doxxed xoxo.

2. My personal favorite—Cyberverse!Optimus: 8/10.

I’d give him ten out of ten for being an absolute MILF but he also let’s all three sons be absolute demons and never seems to know where they are, AND gives the impression that he’s locking himself in the pantry and eating a snack just to escape them for a few minutes (https://youtu.be/CHWMIAaUj1M), so sorry babe. being a divorced single mother is never easy, but you look fantastic doing it ((btw he’s PTA parents with Grimlock, but unlike him, he never knows what’s going on)).

3. Honorable mention bc I technically haven’t finished it. Armada!Optimus: 7.9/1

He gives me army dad awkwardly trying to raise a military brat and that’s why it’s so low, bc while he isn’t a terrible parent TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, he’s still in the army and is raising his son in it. like maybe the kid wanted to make art, man. SMH.

4. IDW!Optimus, my beloathed♥️. 5/10.

Bumblebee is the golden child who has never done anything wrong in his entire life in Optimus’ optics, while Rodimus is the estranged son who he only sees on the holidays MAYBE and whom he hates. In fact, I’m doubtful he even likes seeing him that much.

5. #Boymom Prime!Optimus: 9/10

another one who gets points redacted bc did you see him with Smokescreen? that man is a boymom. He believes boys will be boys and posts on cyberbook “I didn’t know love until I looked into my sons’ eyes; ‘til are one; my little rascals are starting cube-ball soon and it’s so tiring driving them everywhere but I wouldn’t have it any other way!! #BoyMom.”

6. Netflix!Optimus: 0/10.

not a parent, boo.

7. Twenty-Three-Old-College-Dropout Animated!Optimus. 2/10.

I give him two points bc he’s more like their older brother, but he also hasn’t straight up killed them so that gives him /some/ bonuses. Bee’s like fourteen, and Bulkhead’s like fifteen, and he’s barely twenty-three living with Prowl who is a HIGH-SCHOOL dropout at twenty-five and is a hippie who smokes a blunt in their garage—and Ratchet is in his mid-seventies and never leaves his room, so you can see why he deserves the two points for not snapping.

8. Earthspark Optimus, ‘the cool dad’: 8.9/10.

He’s delightful and awkward and tries his best, but he’s also obviously overworked and doesn’t always have time to be there emotionally for Bumblebee; he also hates his son’s ex and I’m sure threw a party when him and Breakdown broke up, despite being divorced himself (Elita-1) and having an /interesting/ past himself (Megatron). hope that helps. Still better than IDW.

9. Half-joking, Japanese!Optimus. 10/10.

Idk what’s going on there, but he looks delightful.

10. Optimus Micheal Prime, Bayverse: 1/10.

just the worst parenting my man, somehow even worse than IDW!OP bc atleast he /liked/ Bumblebee. he started really good during the first movie, and then it must q u ick ly derailed. somebody send CPS on his ass.

11. Beeverse!Optimus: 10/10.

watching him go John Wick on the decepticons so Bee could escape? delightful. the fact that he sent him on the “‘safest’” planet in the galaxy? hilarious. the ‘very well’? my favorite op line in all the continuities. also one of his best designs ONG.

12. The man, the myth, the legend - Optimus Primal. 7.9/10.

mostly going off that one gag where they were too scared to tell him they did something wrong, I have built my personal headcanon. I feel like Primal has made Cheetor cry when he helped him with his math homework, and will even beat Rattrap’s grown ass if you catch him in the wrong mood. (he’s literally just this tiktok https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRKX4t93/) ((and it’s definitely cheetor and rattrap)).

13. Finally, the end––RID2002 Optimus Prime: 6/10.

he never knew what was going on, SMHHHH. Wedge fraternizing with Sky-Byte? who knows! he certainly doesn’t. Side-Burn potentially becoming his future-in-law and Just Being Like ThatTM in general? well he never talks to Ultra Magnus anyway, and boys will be boys, amiright? but don’t be fooled, though, I love Car Robots and I would die for all of them. thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

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Here’s my short story “Knowing Ace” (written by me, I don’t consent for it to my translated, reposted, altered, or claimed) (Srry if formatting is bad, this is copied from docs)

I’ve been working on it for a couple weeks now and I’m very proud of it I hope you enjoy it (also this is heavily inspired by outsiders if you couldn’t tell)

Knowing Ace

July 1st, 1964

“So he’s dead?” I didn't like hearing it from my own mouth any more than I would’ve liked it coming from the doctor, but I figured asking would make him cut out all the medical talk. I felt sick. The doctor just nodded, with a small “I'm sorry”. I didn't care much that he was sorry, sorry doesn’t bring people back.

Ace was the best type of person, not perfect, but the best. His real name was Angel, which I always thought was real fitting, but he hated it, so everyone called him Ace (except for his mom. He never had the heart to correct her).

He was my best friend, or is, it’s not like anyone’s replaced him. He died real young, a month before his 15th birthday (and a month after mine). He wasn't sick or anything either. Well, he was sick, but not like cancer or that type of stuff. We thought it was just a bad flu, but the doctor said it was pneumonia. Ace always thought pneumonia was fake, he never did explain why, but Ace thought lots of stuff was fake (like yellow apples, and the White House). He wasn’t dumb though, he was real smart if you showed him stuff, he just wasn't too good at understanding stuff he couldn't see. That's why we got along, me and Ace. He’d do my math homework, and I’d write his English papers. We got along with more than just school work though, we made a good team in everything we did, and we did everything together.

No one ever really expects good people to die. You expect bad people to die because you kind of want it to happen, but when you like someone, you try not to think about it. It’s not so fun when you do have to think about it, because if you have to think about a good person dying, it usually means they're dying (or, in this case, already dead).

I hadn't realized I'd been talking, but I must’ve said something out loud because the doctor asked me if I could repeat myself, I just shook my head and put my hands in my jacket pocket. The jacket used to be Ace’s, a nice denim patchwork, but he outgrew it. That’s how I got most of my nice clothes, because Ace’s dad has a decent job and Ace was bigger than me.

The doctor looked around the room then back to me and asked “Angel’s parents, are they here?”. I shook my head, I wasn't sure I’d be able to make a sentence that made sense, so I didn’t try. The doctor told me to head home, but I didn’t, I couldn’t leave Ace. I sat down on the floor of the hospital room, and I cried.

I still hadn't calmed down when Ace’s parents showed up but I doubt they minded much, they were both crying too. I’d never seen his dad cry before that. I had never seen anyone’s dad cry, now that I'm thinking about it, but I wasn't thinking about it then.

His mom gave me a real tight hug, and the three of us cried for a while. Eventually, his dad asked me what happened (a pretty understandable question considering his sick, dead son is also covered in bruises). That's what I was scared of. I’d told the doctors what happened, no problem, but the doctors took the easy answer.

“A fight” I said, just barely making it audible, hoping he’d leave it at that. “Why was he in a fight?”. His dad had always scared me a bit, but he scared me extra in that moment. “Some guys wanted money” I told him, but he knew what I meant. Me and Ace had been gambling since we were little, started with spades for an extra dime at lunch in 4th grade, and it was poker and pool at the local bar before we even got to high school. We had quite the reputation. I expected his dad to swing at me, to yell that I got his son killed (me and Ace were a team, but everyone liked Ace, so I got in more trouble), but he didn't. He just looked at Ace (Ace’s body? It feels weird to call alive Ace and dead Ace the same thing) and pushed the hair from his forehead.

“Robert, do you want his necklace?” his father asked, I nodded, and so he gave it to me. A gold cross that Ace had worn every day since he got it for Christmas when we were 9. Ace wasn't a religious guy by any means, he thought church was a waste of time, but he’d loved that cross. When someone questioned it he’d say “God ain't what makes it lucky”, and that was all he’d say about it.

Another thing about Ace, he was always talking. If he wasn't talking, it was because someone had stopped him, or he was waiting for his turn to talk again. It’s not that he was a bad listener, he was just better at conversation. I think the quiet is the weirdest part of not having him around. When you do everything with someone, you don’t really need anybody else, so suddenly, there was no one to fill the silence. Even when I was in a big crowd and everything was too loud for my liking, it still felt silent, because noise and conversation are two very different things.

Now, I'm an alright-looking guy, I wish I was a bit less lanky, but that's life. Ace, though, was attractive. No one could deny that (not that they wanted to, like I said, Ace was fairly well-liked). He was tall with bright green eyes and curly brown hair that fell right at his eyebrows in the front. Guys that didn't like him called him “pretty boy”, which he and I never quite understood because being pretty got him out of a lot of trouble.

It never did get him out of a fight though.

June 28th, 1964 - 3 days before

Walking home after a good game is always a high, Ace and I were up 15 bucks. Ace was going on about a comic he’d read, then we got stopped.

“Boys!” Charlie’s voice scared both me and Ace, I almost hit him. Once we caught our breath, the three of us burst out laughing. Charlie is a friend of ours. He’s older, not sure how old but I know he’s in college. He’s a cool enough guy, but he’s more Ace’s friend than mine, all I really know about him is he has a car and a girlfriend (because that’s all he ever talks about). “Blondie, man, I saw you talking to Nancy, she’s a looker” Charlie laughs and claps my shoulder. Blondie is my nickname because I'm the only brunette in my family and people think that's funny. “She gave me 3 bucks to write her English essay, that's all,” I tell him, and I can tell from how Ace is laughing that I'm turning red. “Yea yea, alright man” Charlie rolls his eyes and shoves my shoulder which makes me stumble forward. “Oh leave him be” Ace says, stepping between me and Charlie. Charlie’s a bigger guy and doesn't always realize it, I wouldn't be surprised if he broke my arm one of these days.

Charlie walked with us all the way to Ace’s house, then left to go do whatever people like Charlie do on Wednesday nights. It was just past 6, which means Ace’s mom would just be finishing dinner. We were rarely home for dinner unless it was a Sunday (Mrs. Nicole makes baked chicken on Sundays, so we always tried to show up), but it was cold and we didn't have anything better to do.

I practically live with the Scotts, my mom works nights at the hospital across town, and I’d much prefer being with Ace than alone staring at my bedroom wall, plus his mom always wanted another kid, so she says she likes having me around.

Mrs.Nicole smiles at us as we walk in “Hi boys, you're home early”. Ace nods and shrugs off his jacket, asking her “How was work?”. His mom tells us all about how one of her 1st graders “lost his very first tooth” and a million other things I wouldn't remember in 15 minutes (Ace got his always-talking trait from his mother). Dinner went real well, and by that I mean Ace’s parents didn't ask where the two of us had been, and the food was good. Ace and I went up to his room after clearing the table, a semi-cramped number that’d have a whole lot more space if Ace hadn’t insisted his dad put a mattress on the floor for me. He sat on his bed, and I sat on mine.

“You think you’ll ever split, y’know, get out of this place?” he asked, which shocked me because usually Ace isn't the hypothetical type. I got my bearings pretty quick though and answered “Not sure man. I’d like to live out in the country someday.” I tried to shrug it off like I’d never thought about it before, but I have. I really would like to move to the country, but I don’t know how I’d survive on my own, and I’m not sure Ace would be good with all the quiet. Ace nodded, he hadn't moved from his spot slouching against the wall, “You’d do good out in the country.”

We didn’t talk much for the rest of the night. I wanted to ask him why he’d brought it up, but I was too tired to get into life planning, so I decided on going to sleep instead.

June 29th, 1964 - 2 days before

I woke up at the sound of the shower running in the next room, which is how I woke up most mornings (I’m a morning person, sure, but Ace is an up-before-the-sun type of morning person). Ace has a real strict morning routine, wake up, watch the sunrise, shower, brush his teeth, do his hair, get dressed. The problem is that these things take a different amount of time everyday, and it’s past noon by now.

“How long does it take to shower?” I know good and well my complaining won’t change anything, but what else was I supposed to do?

“Today? 2 hours” Ace says plainly as he pulls a crew neck over his head. I roll my eyes, we don’t even have 2 hours of hot water (Ace would much rather a long shower to a hot shower, which I just can't understand). “I could’ve wanted to shower too, y’know?” I say (even though I never take morning showers), he looks at me with one of those “don’t lie to me” looks he learned from his dad which shuts me up real quick.

Ace and I don’t really fight. We disagree, then we move on. I guess when you care about someone more than you care about everything else, there's no use in fighting.

The rest of the day is about as normal as it can be. We met up with some kids from school, who I honestly didn't like all too much, a bunch of rich kids who spent way too much money trying to look poor (I have no problems with rich kids, if I’m real honest, Ace could be called a rich kid. My problem is that they're air-headed). Ace seemed like he was having a ball, though, so I played along.

We were out walking with them for hours, but eventually we decided to go off and play pool, just the both of us. It was going great, Ace and I were up 10 bucks a piece, then it happened. Some guy, who must’ve been at least 25 (and who’d lost 3 rounds in a row to us), threw a punch at Ace. A nasty one too. Before I could react one of his friends, another drunk, was shoving me backwards. I don't know how much time passed between that first punch and me dragging Ace out of the bar, I only had one thought in my mind. Get Ace.

I had a realization, somewhere between that first punch and collapsing on the cold, damp, concrete a few alleys over from the bar. I am nothing without Ace. I’m Angel Scotts’ best friend before I’m anything else and I like it that way. I had another realization right after, Ace was bleeding. Bad. I hadn’t seen a blade, but blades are an easy thing to miss when you're being hit by a guy twice your size.

“Ace?” I could hardly speak, my lips were busted and my cheek was bruised and it felt like I had a pile of bricks on my chest. I reached over and tried to grab his hand without moving to look at him. I settled for a tight grip on his forearm.

“Blondie- oh god..oh jeez. Blondie somethings wrong with my leg” His voice wasn’t trembling like mine, but it was quiet, and he was scared. I looked over and sure enough, his leg was bent in a way I’d never seen. I also got a real good look at the gash on his side. A weeping red line from the middle of his ribs to the top of his jeans.

“You’re okay, it doesn't look bad” I was lying through my teeth, but I didn't want him to panic the way I was. We needed help. Ace needed help. I need to get up. I need to get up. I need to get up.

And I did, or I tried to at least, I got to my knees before I hit the ground again. I don’t remember anything after that.

June 30th, 1964 - The day before

I woke up to a bright light in my face. I was sore and my head was pounding. My eyes adjusted when the cop turned off his flashlight.

“Where’s Ace?” It was gravely and shaky and desperate, but I didn't care. I just wanted an answer. It was probably only a second between my question and his response, but I swore I was gonna be sick with the way my stomach was turning.

“He’s in the ambulance. We’re taking you both to the hospital.” He sounded far too calm for my liking. I know it’s his job to be calm, but Ace was hurt. How could he be so calm when Ace is in the back of an ambulance?

“Blondie? Kid what happened?” Charlie’s voice echoed through the alley and I’d never been so grateful to see him. He knelt down beside me and ignored the cop telling him to back up.

“Ace is in the ambulance, go to the hospital” I told him. My head was pounding so bad, and talking only made it worse, but someone had to be there for Ace. To my surprise Charlie just nodded and left.

Ace and I had been in plenty of bar fights, it’s just a part of it. You hustle pool and you either go home with 20 bucks, a bruised ego, or a black eye – but this felt different. It was never this bad, and if it was, I wasn't this scared. I was scared last night, and I was scared when I woke up and I’m scared now. I’m used to being scared, Mr. Scotts scares me because he's tall and muscular and expects me to make something of myself someday, and being alone scares me because I’m not used to it, but I’ve never been scared like this. I just want to see Ace.

And I do. A few hours later (just after 10pm, it turns out a cop found us during his evening patrol) the doctor says I’m fine, I’d passed out from stress and shock mostly, but that I also had a minor concussion and to “take it easy for the next few days”. Yea right. He also told me Ace is in the room next door and that his parents and Charlie had just left, so I ran straight there once the doctor left my room.

“Ace!” I was nervous and excited all at once, but the excitement was gone as soon as I saw him. Now, to someone who didnt know him, Ace would look fine. Good, even, considering the situation, but to me? He looked like hell. Ace never let anything get him down, even when he was crying he could crack jokes, but not now. He was staring at the wall with a look I can only describe as empty until he noticed me.

“Blondie, you’re alright?” He asked, he didn’t sound shocked, just like he needed me to tell him I was okay. His voice is weak and nasaley like it always gets when he’s sick, just worse.

“Yeah, I'm alright, are you alright” I ask him, I can tell he isn't, but I ask anyway because what else was I supposed to say.

“I’m fine, just banged up” he shrugged, then winced, so I figured he was a little more than banged up. “You know there’s a ‘nam vet next door? Got my nurse to tell him thanks, doubt she actually did it though” he talks with his usual cadence, which is a bit off putting.

“That's cool” I, if we’re being honest, couldn't care less about a Vietnam veteran in the room next door, there's probably a dozen of them in the hospital and I’ve been trying not to think about how Ace and I are only a few years under the draft. Plus I’m pretty preoccupied trying to figure out just how ‘banged’ Ace got. “That hurt?” I ask him, gesturing to his side.

“Not as bad as it did last night” he hums, “they numbed me up pretty good.” I silently hope that that’s why he's acting so off, that the medicine will wear off and I’ll get regular Ace back. I just nod.

“What’d the doctor say?” I ask him as I sit on the chair at his bedside. I almost hugged him, I desperately wanted to, but I didn't. We’d never been too touchy, always close, but rarely touching beyond a pat on the shoulder or a high five.

“Said I don’t look good, then started goin’ on about how I’m sick and my body isn't healing right, I don't know. I wasn't listenin’ too good” he said with so little care you’d think he was talking about the crossword in the paper.

“What were you doin’ then?” I tried not to sound too upset, it ain’t right to fight with someone in a hospital, but I really wanted to be mad. I don't know why, it’s not like I've been paying too much attention to what the doctor’s been telling me, but I was mad at Ace for not being able to give me every last detail. I just want to know if he’ll be okay, I thought he was going to bleed out in some alley and now he can’t even tell me if he hit his head? I realized pretty fast that I wasn't mad at Ace, I’m scared for him, and I didn’t like that he isn't as worried as I am.

“I was tryin’ to see you, no one would tell me anything but ‘sit back’ and ‘don't talk’” he says, mimicking the nurses, and suddenly I felt bad for ever being angry at him.

“Well I’m alright” I tell him, pulling my knees up to my chest in the chair. He holds out his hand. “Y’need somethin’?” I ask.

“I mean could you get any farther away? C’mere” he moved over on the bed, leaving it half empty. I quickly fill the space, but don't quite touch him (which is quite the feat for 2 guys in a twin bed), he leans his head on my shoulder.

“You’re my best friend, you know that?” his voice is barely above a whisper.

“Yea, I know. You’re mine too” I tell him, I wanted to say more, but I didn't know what else to say after that.

“You should go out to the country” he starts fiddling with his cross.

“Maybe,” I shrug “would you come with me?”

“Man, I dont think im goin’ anywhere” he says, and with that we fall asleep.

`July 1st, 1964 - The Morning Of

He must've known.

I woke up to being yanked out of the bed and a group of doctors and nurses crowding around Ace and yelling. They weren't panicking though, I was, but they weren't.

“What’s happening?” I tried to shout over them but no one answered. So I shouted it again, and again, and 2 more times after that, but it was no use. So I watched, catching quick glimpses between the nurses. I saw them try CPR, and I saw them put an oxygen mask over his face, I saw them stop CPR, and I saw them take the mask off. Then I realized what had really happened, I saw Ace die.

I didn’t move for a long while, just sitting on the ground as the nurses filed out the room. Then a doctor walked over and crouched next to me, but I hated how childish I felt having a doctor leaning down to talk to me, so I stood up and he did the same.

“Robert, I’m very sorry you had to see that” he said, I didn't answer so he kept going, “Angel was sick, you see. We believe he caught pneumonia at some point over the past few days, which resulted in a pulmonary edema that, with the state his body was in, caused him to suffocate.” It took a second for what he’d said to really hit me. Ace had stopped breathing, and now he was dead, and our last conversation would be our last conversation,and I’d never see my best friend again. Ace hated ‘what-ifs’ but it felt like that was all I could think about. What if I hadn’t brought up pool that night? What if that guy had cut me instead? What if I’d been able to get help? The more I thought the worse I felt. I knew what Ace would say, if I could talk to him. He’d give some hippy “it’s my time” answer, but there’s no way thats true. He wanted to do so much more, he would’ve done so much more. He wanted to be a math teacher, and he wanted to fix up his parents house one day, and he wanted a family even if he wouldn't admit it, and now all he has ahead of him is a burial. There are so many things I should've told him and now I’ll have to talk to a headstone? I had so many questions left for Ace, and so few for the doctor standing in front of me, but I asked one anyway.

“So he’s dead?”…

#writing #the outsiders #creative writing #ocs #original character #original writing #original story

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altruistic-meme · 6 months

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Okay i was originally going to try to make a nice and neat little post about heartstopper and some of my thoughts, as well as a separate post about what i like about the comics vs. the tv show.

Uh. So. I can’t actually corral my thoughts to be coherent enough for that, so here are some various assorted thoughts about it all instead <3 put under a cut bc it is long and rambley and a mess

[spoiler warning for the comics if you haven't read them]

Idk what it is, but I love comic Charlie a LOT. Like. A LOT a lot. There is just something about his character in the comics, his banter, the way he behaves that I love so much more in the comics than the show. I feel almost like the characters aren’t quite the same person, though I do love them both. I just connected so much more with comic Charlie.

Semi-related but I also feel like we get a much more clear picture of his OCD and the attached anxieties in the comics.

HMMM okay or maybe not. Idk. I think maybe we can see more of Charlie’s OCD in the show through his desire to make everything easy and perfect for Nick, even when it hurts him too.

He’s popular in the comics!!! It’s mentioned multiple times by other characters that Charlie is popular at school!!! And I think that’s actually a really interesting look at his character. He was bullied for most of y9 and yet the rugby lads think he’s a popular kid in y10. Despite this, we don’t actually see Charlie interacting with basically anyone but the other main characters, and I think that kind of reflects how Charlie views himself. On the way back from Paris, he asks Nick “does this mean I’m a cool kid now?” he doesn’t think people see him as cool but like I said, other characters have said he’s popular. They must have gotten that idea from SOMEWHERE right? But Charlie’s own poor self-esteem means he still doesn’t actually believe he’s cool or that people like him. I don’t know if there was a point to this rant but. Charlie is a popular boy.

I WANT TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE KIDS WHO STOPPED THE BULLYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also, in the comics Charlie really is a nerd in a way he isn’t in the show. He helps Nick with his math and yells at him for distracting him from his homework. I get why this change happened in the show–it gives us a better idea of the strained relationship that Charlie has with his mom while also showing us that his dad tries to support him but often fails–but I really like it in the comics because Nick calls him a nerd but it’s less obvious in the show how nerdy he really is.

That said obviously I also ADORE getting to explore the other characters and their lives and everything in the show. I love getting to see more of them. (But I also love how we DON’T always get all the information in the comics, but that’s just because I love when there are background stories happening that we don’t see through the main storyline. This event/love is not unique to Heartstopper)

I love Imogen!!! I really like that it’s showing her as someone who is sort trying to become friends with the group and that isn’t always a fast or easy process. She goes to the sleepover with them and she hangs out with them in Paris, but she’s doesn’t leave Prom with them or anything. Also, I love the possibility that she is discovering that she’s queer too!! And that her halfway joining of their friend group leads to her discovering herself bc i feel like that’s so true to real life.

I am so curious about the Isaac vs. Aled thing and I wonder if Aled will appear in one of the later seasons, or if he is just not in the show at all. And Isaac! I assume he’s in some extra content I haven’t seen? Don’t get me wrong ofc, I love Isaac and his storyline is SO SO IMPORTANT as someone who is asexual myself. I am so glad that there is the representation of someone discovering that they’re aroace. I do assume that’s part of the reason for him being the 4th friend as opposed to Aled? Idk.

I’M SO SAD ABOUT OLIVER BEING COMPLETELY OMITTED FROM THE SHOW!!! I assume there is an interview or something where Alice Oseman explains why Oliver wasn’t in the show, but I haven’t seen it and rn I will simply cry about it. I love him and I wish he had been included.

I am also SO CURIOUS how the rest of the show will look!! I know that I read somewhere that s3 should be the contents of book 4, and that s4/s5 if they get them would be books 5/6 respectively. And I’m so intrigued. Because book 4 is the heaviest of them all so far, and I wonder how it will be translated to the screen. Especially the Sept-Dec timeskip! Will we see that time, especially considering the other character’s storylines??? This wasn’t an issue in the comics since they focus solely on Nick/Charlie, but with all of the other characters it would be more difficult to just skip that whole time. Will it just be a summary of events like in the comics, with flashes to what has happened? Or will we get a more explicit idea of everything?? (probably not including Charlie’s sh relapses or the night in October, but maybe the This Winter content???) i am SO excited for October though so all my questions can be answered :’)

OH something that was super interesting to me was a very small change in dialogue during the scene where Charlie first tells Nick about his sh. In the show, when Nick asks if he still does it Charlie just says “No.” but in the comics he says “No! I mean- hardly ever” and it’s such a small change but it speaks volumes too in the difference between the comic and the show. I’m not really sure what it’s saying though. Was show Charlie just more consistently in a better place where he feels like it’s stopped and won’t happen again? Was comic Charlie just more honest in this moment in acknowledging that it has still happened since? I’m not sure!!! But i’ve spent WAYYY too much time thinking about this one tiny change in dialogue!!!

Another thing is like, I really liked how the comics handled Nick’s dad. Them not meeting in Paris and then him missing Nick’s birthday. It really hits hard exactly how negligent he is, and it gives space for Charlie to be there for Nick when he’s upset. I do like how it went in the show as well, because it does still get everything across beautifully, but idk. I think mostly I’m just remembering the shot of Nick opening the door to greet Charlie on his birthday looking heartbroken and upset about his dad canceling and how hard that hit when i first read it. (keep in mind that i watched the show before reading the comics, so i was surprised at first to learn that they didn’t meet up in Paris! Let alone that he missed Nick’s birthday TOO!!)

Okay I think that’s it for right now. I have largely been spinning comic Charlie in the microwave in my mind bc OUGH i relate to him too much. I will probably come back at some point with more thoughts, but until then. Hope you enjoyed my brief insanity.

#heartstopper #heartstopper comic #heartstopper netflix #shh ac

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enid-rhees · 1 year

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Okay so that idea you have about the reader bringing Enid piercings got me thinking about non-apocalyptic/pre-apocalyptic Enid au...

Imagine being in your senior year with Enid, cept' she looks more like this:

*just pretend this is Enid not Elisia lmao-*

Andddd reader has a crush on Enid. She's intrigued by her piercings and her style...

So one day, Enid catches reader staring during class and teases her later on for it.

AGHHH IDK, I HAVE SO MANY Highschool!Enid au IDEASSS-

I'm sorry this is incredibly confusing...idek what I'm saying at this point haha, I'm high af rn 💀✋

ohhhh i love this and i’m able to picture this super cute interaction AAAA okay okay (and i am too 😭)

warnings: none! it’s just a really cute story :’)) although maybe a warning bc i based part of this on how it used to be in high school for me kinda (mostly the lunch part)

a/n: hope u all enjoy! 🫶🏻 requests are back open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned! all info is there :) also for the plot, you are an adopted Grimes child.

you hated math. everything about it was confusing, and you were never able to get the hang of it. the class was long, the teacher was boring, you would quite literally wish to be anywhere but here.

there was only one good thing about math class: Enid Rhee.

Enid Rhee is the girl that sat in the desk across from you. she was smart, insanely pretty, and had this nose piercing that somehow made her even prettier.

if you were being honest, you had a crush on Enid. scratch that - you had a huge crush on Enid. it was a bit pathetic, really. the two of you barely talked, and the few times you did, it left your face burning like crazy. she’s helped you with your in-class work, guiding you through each problem to help you pass.

you loved the way she dressed, how she expressed herself. she always wore darker clothing, and always wore this beanie on her head. but it was cute.

Enid always paid attention in class, because she never really spoke to anyone. she had her group of friends, but you only saw them together at lunch, which took place right after this class. that was also another good thing about math.

“okay, who knows the answer to question three?” the teacher called out, you jumped slightly at the loudness of his voice in the quiet classroom.

for a few seconds, nobody raised their hand. you kept your head down, making it seem like you were still working.

“ah, Enid! you know the answer?” you snapped your head up, Enid had her hand raised. she put it down, “six hundred and eighty seven?” she questioned unsurely.

god, she looked so cute. her maroon eyeshadow really made her green eyes pop, making it easy to get lost in them.

“yes! good, Enid! that’s the answer! everybody, make sure you write that down.” as everyone looked back down at their papers, your eyes were stuck in Enid.

she wrote down the answer, and started to move onto the next one. you sat there, your chin resting in the palm of your hand as you watched her with what could only be described as heart eyes.

she looked so cute when she was concentrated, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the answer.

“Y/N!” you jumped in your seat once more when the teacher yelled your name. your face burned as you looked up at him. “i asked you what the answer was to question four?” he asked, clearly annoyed with you for not paying attention.

“u-um,” you stuttered, looking down at your paper, when you looked back up, Enid was looking at you, a soft smile on her face. it made your face burn more.

she then held up 5 fingers underneath her desk. you quickly looked away, “the answer is five… sir.”

“correct! good job, Y/N. make sure to pay attention next time, yeah?” you nodded and put your head back down, mentally cursing at yourself for being caught doing that.

the bell suddenly rang and everyone stood up from their seats, shoving the paper into their folder and into their bag. “whatever you don’t finish is homework!” the teacher announced as everyone was leaving.

as you were putting your folder and notebook back into your bag, Enid appeared next to you. “hi.” she smiled.

“hi.” you smiled back, trying to act calm despite your racing heart. “having… trouble with the work?” she questioned, almost teasingly.

you looked down, trying to hide your growing smile. “uh, yeah. something like that.”

Enid thought for a moment, her eyes looking up at the ceiling briefly. “wanna uh, sit somewhere together at lunch? i could help you.”

it took you a moment to process what she said. your heart felt like it was going to explode. you were surprised she couldn’t hear how loud your heart was beating inside your chest.

“y-yeah. i’d love to.” you told her. her smile grew wider. “great, let’s go.”

you made your way to the cafeteria in silence, not knowing what to say to her. you hoped that maybe she felt equally as nervous.

the two of you got in line for food. Enid picked up two trays, handing one to you. you gave her a small smile as a thank you. thin crusted pizza sat in pans behind the glass, and you sighed in relief.

normally, you hated school food. but the pizza was somewhat good, and one of the most tolerable foods the school had to offer. didn’t go well with chocolate milk, though.

Enid led you to a two-chair table near the back of the cafeteria. when you sat down, you gave her a gave her a look of uncertainty, “are your uh, friends okay with you not sitting with them?”

she brushed it off with her hand, “they’re fine.” you nodded and took a bite of the pizza. “by the way, you didn’t have to give me the answer.” you chuckled.

Enid shrugged, “i don’t know, seemed like you were pretty distracted by something.” she said in a tone you couldn’t decipher.

you fumbled with the milk carton in your hand as you tried to think of what to say back. was it really that obvious you were staring at her?

“you know, if you like the way i look you can just tell me.” Enid said, confirming your thoughts from two seconds ago. you looked down at your food and tried to hide your embarrassment.

“sorry i-“ you laughed, genuinely at a loss for words. you took a deep breath, “i think you’re cool as hell, Enid.” you chuckled nervously. “you intrigue me.”

“yeah?” she questioned. “how?”

you shrugged, “i mean- your style, i love it. you’re… funny, and smart. but you’re quiet in class unless you have to answer a question. and something about it, i just really like.” you admitted, and you swore your heart was about to pound out of your chest any second.

Enid smiled, a tint of red highlighting her cheeks. “i think you’re pretty cool too.”

but she cleared her throat immediately, shaking her head slightly. “but uh, would you like some help with Mr. Rovia’s work? just so you don’t have to do it at home.”

you blinked, “yeah- yeah that would be nice.” you pulled your folder out of your bag and took the sheet of paper out. Enid pulled out her pen, immediately solving the next problem.

Enid then moved her chair closer to yours, and your shoulders were basically touching. you felt your heart start to race again.

she started to guide you through each problem, and if you were being honest, Enid was a better help than Mr. Rovia ever was. but that also went for most teachers anyway.

before you knew it, the two of you had finished the work. “thanks, Enid. genuinely.” you told her. “i’m always here to help.” she responded.

the bell rang again, signaling that lunch was over. you threw away the leftover food and placed the tray on top of the bin. your next class was science, another class you shared with Enid. but you also shared that class with your little shit of a brother, Carl.

when you entered the classroom, Enid pulled you by the sleeve over to an empty table with two seats. you looked over, and luckily, Carl was busy talking with his friend Henry.

Carl knew about your crush on Enid, and would take every opportunity he had to embarrass you if he saw you with her right now.

“hey, isn’t that your brother?” Enid questioned. you nodded, “yep. little asshole.”

Enid giggled, and that might’ve been one of the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

“alright class!” the teacher shouted. it was highly unnecessary, given that the classroom was small and everyone was already paying attention.

“i’ve assigned a project.” she announced, and few people groaned. “oh hush. this one is more entertaining than the others. for this project, you need to make a replica of a volcano and recreate an eruption. you’ll be working with one other student, the person you’re sitting next to.”

you and Enid turned to each other with wide smiles. you’re unable to control how happy you are on the inside, knowing that this could bring you guys closer, and maybe-

“take your computers out and start researching the different types of eruptions that can occur with your partner. this project is due Friday.”

Enid pulled hers out, “ready to completely ace this project… partner?” she asked with the cutest grin.

you couldn’t help but get lost in her eyes once more, not understanding how someone this beautiful was in front of you.

you bit your lip as you tried to hide your own lovesick smile, “yeah… let’s do it.”

#enid rhee #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #twd #twd x reader

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Roomies incorrect quotes!

!Swearing, Mentions of Death and other things!

Metal: I have… so much strength inside of me that you don’t even KNOW what I could do! If the world isn’t going to love me then I’ll teach it to fear me instead!

Fleetway: (sarcasticly) oh no, I’m so scared. What would you know about strength? You can’t even walk down the stairs without tumbling forward like a slinky!

Metal: well at least I don’t spend every night without Ebony sobbing on the floor! I bet you don’t even have a war face!

Fleetway: *growls*

Metal: RAAA! See! I’m better! I’m leaving!

Metal: *going down the stairs* ow ow ow ow ow…

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Sink (singing along to California girls): California girls, we’re unforgettable! Daisy dukes bikinis on top! Sun kissed skin-

Metal: Shut the FUCK UP!!

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Sink, to Curse: wait but how old are you?

Curse: wait… guess

Sink: 21

Curse: WHAT!?

Sink, dying from laughter: you said guess…

Curse: THAT WAS SO FAR OFF!

Sink: why are you yelling at me? why are you yelling-

Curse: THAT WASN’T EVEN LIKE, CLOSE! WHAT

Curse: like normally when people play that game they guess like a little bit younger, was that uh the little bit younger guess!?

Sink: yeah, are you like 25?

Curse: WHAT!?!

Sink, after dying once again to laughter: so was I right?

Curse: No! I’m not in my 20s…

Sink: oh, really?

Curse, joking: I’m in my 30s-

Sink: oh I knew it! I was just being nice-

Curse: WHAT NO I’M NOT IN MY 30s WHAT DO YOU MEAN “I KNEW IT”!? I’M 16, WTF!?

Sink: oh god you’re old-

Curse: WHAT!?

Later, Curse: I am literally only a year older than you. HOW WERE YOU THAT FAR OFF!!

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Basically how Fleetway and Curse first started this little group:

Curse: I hate you, you hate me, let’s team up and KILL EXE!

Fleetway: with an rpg and a 4x4,

Both: NO MORE DIGITAL GOD TO BEAT!!

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Metal doesn’t understand:

Curse, over phone: Hello?

Metal: hey, what’s up?

Curse: I need your help, can you c’mere?

Metal: I can’t I’m buying clothes…

Curse: well hurry up and come over here

Metal: I can’t find them.

Curse: what do you mean you can’t find them?

Metal: I can’t find them, there’s only soup.

Curse: what do you mean “there’s only soup”?

Metal: means there’s only soup

Curse: well then get outta the soup aisle!

Metal: alright, you don’t have to shout at me!

*step step step*

Metal: there’s more soup

Curse: what do you mean “there’s more soup”!?

Metal: There’s just more soup

Curse: go into the next aisle!!

Metal: there’s still soup

Curse: where are you right now!?

Metal: I’m at soup

Curse: what do you mean you’re at soup!?

Metal: I mean I’m at soup!

Curse: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN!?

Metal: I’m at the soup store!

Curse: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE!?!

Metal: FUCK YOU!

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Sink’s relearning journey:

Fleetway, finding Sink in a room staring at a sheet of paper: what’s the problem?

Sink: math problems…

Fleetway: oh I can help you, let me see.

Fleetway: uh, here’s an easy one, what’s 6x3? *pause* 6x3!?

Sink: I don’t know-

Fleetway: 6x3!

Sink: I don’t-

Fleetway: 6x3!!

Sink: I legit don’t know!

Fleetway: Six threes!

Sink: I don’t know! What is it!?

Fleetway: What is it!?! (Oh shit wait idk either moment) Get Curse.

Sink: why?

Fleetway: CURSE!

Curse: what’s the problem-

Fleetway: homework. *shoves the sheet in Curse’s face*

Curse: what’s 6x3?

Sink: I don’t know!

Curse: 6x3!

Sink: I don’t know!

Curse: what’s 6+6?

Sink: oh, 12!

Curse: NOW ADD SIX!

Sink: I don’t know, what is it!?

Curse: WHAT IS IT- (also a oh shit moment) Get your math teacher.

Sink: who?

Curse: METAL SONIC!!

Metal, exploding a wall instead of using the door: (boom) WHAT!?

Curse: homework.

Metal: I TAUGHT YOU THIS! WHAT’S 6x3!?

Sink: I don’t know!

Metal: Look, if Sunky has 6x3 amounts of milk, how much milk would he have?

Sink: How much!?

Metal: How mu- HOW ARE YOU THIS STUPID!?

All three: IT’S 18!!!

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Fleetway, telling a story: and get this, the note he left was stuck to the fridge with a Cookie Monster magnet.

All he wrote on it: “Fleetway’s fault.”

I’m Fleetway by the way, hi! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO HIM!?

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“You’re supposed to be under the radar!!”:

Fleetway (aka the only one Metal is scared of): So nothing bad happened?

Metal: nuh uh

Fleetway: you didn’t wreck it?

Metal: nope

Fleetway: you didn’t hit anybody?

Metal: nada

Fleetway: you didn’t run anyone over?

Metal: sadly, no

Fleetway: you didn’t get a speeding ticket?

Metal: uh…

Fleetway: wha, Metal? Why are you making that face?

Metal: …

Fleetway: Metal, did you get a speeding ticket?

Metal: …

Fleetway: Metal? *grabs arm* did you get a speeding ticket!?

Metal: uh

Fleetway: Did you!?

Metal: well you see… *books it the fuck outta there*

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Fleetway: Bitch, do you want me to jump across this table because I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY FOR THIS, Okay!?

Curse: feeling froggy? Leap.

Fleetway: okay well here I come!

And then Fleetway kicked Curse’s ass and reestablished that he is the leader of the group.

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Sink’s Eggman (also drowned, from a flood caused by the overflow of the temple Sink died in): I killed you, and you, killed me.

Metal: Sink why’d you kill that guy?

Sink: MOTHERFUCKER HE KILLED HIMSE-

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DON’T DRINK THAT:

(Curse is telling the story)

Sink: Hey, is this whiskey, or perfume?

And apparently, I grabbed it, drank ALL of it, and said “it’s perfume.”

Sink: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT PERFUME TASTES LIKE-

Curse: WAIT NO ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK-

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Sink, putting on a puppet show for the children of the town: I now pronounce you, husband and wi-

Curse, from somewhere nearby: HE CHEATED ON YOU!

Sink: who said that!? Who said that? Who said that-

Sink: I now pronounce you husband and wi-

Metal, joining in: HE SLEPT WITH YOUR SISTER!

Sink: WHO SAID THAT!? WHO SAID THAT SHI- (remembers he’s in the presence of children) Stuff! Who said that stuff!

Sink: I now pronounce you husband and wi-

Fleetway, thinking it’s funny: HIS HAIRLINE’S RECEDING!!

Sink: AAAAAAAAAAAA

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Sink: why do you get to be in charge? Why can’t we take turns?

Fleetway: cause I’m the oldest-

Sink: yeah, well you also the gayest, so I think I should be in charge.

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Sunky, to Metal: Oh my god you’re so tall you look like a giraffe!

Metal, not having it: uh-huh, that’s why you deadbuilt like a baked bean…

Sunky: a baked b- A BAKED BEAN!? *throws a carton of milk in their face, opened (effectively short circuiting them)* BAKED BEAN THAT! Baked bean that! >:<

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Sunky, who refuses to swear to spite everyone: *out of milk for his cereal* oh, fiddlesticks! This really ruffles my feathers…

Curse: please!! Just. Say. Fuck!

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Uno time:

Fleetway: what is this game, dude? Are you serious- give me a green card! What. Are. You. Doing, holy shit!

Metal: *places down a green reverse*

Fleetway: … I DON’T HAVE A GREEN!! *drawing vigorously as everyone else dies of laughter* AAAAAAAAAA!!

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The sign:

Sink: *holding up a sign for Fleetway to see*

Fleetway: what gender are you? Uh, male… I think-

Sink: *uncovers the rest of the sign*

Fleetway: attracted to-? Uh, you silly! You prankster!

Fleetway: yeah still male though- (or female but uh yeah joke)

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After a big fight:

Fleetway: I shoulda left you in that temple where you were sinking…

Sink: but ya didn’t!

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#i think this is long enough for now #funny #sonic the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #sink sonic #curse #metal sonic #sunky #sonic.exe #idk he’s mentioned #incorrect quotes #this took like two days

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