#one of my english teachers in school hated people saying 'anyways' instead of 'anyway' when starting a new topic

[chipper-smol]

whenever someone says "piqued my interest" instead of "peaked my interest" i screenshot it and yeet it to my friends in excitement

[wickedfiction81]

Words and bullets coming out of my mouth (writing prompt)

Sometimes my feelings of self-hatred are the only authentic feelings I have. Whereas if I were to just float through a day like this, down and out, holding close to death my supposed self, I might be greeted kindly by some other lost soul who hates their existence also. I've been told, since birth, that I do this for attention, that I hate myself on the premise that others might see me and want to engage altruistically, like I'm setting a trap for someone else to fall into. So my pain somehow isn't my pain, but instead is a part of some game that I'm playing that I wasn't invited to. So then it's just Russian roulette, if I'm not really hurting then I'm hoping to catch somebody off guard I suppose. It appears as if everybody knows better than me.

I wasn't going to bring the gun. Mr. Chomas, who everyone called Chomo behind his back, my second period, homeroom, English teacher, would somehow figure out that I had brought a gun to school. Somehow that guy knows everything that's about to happen before it happens. He would look me in my eyes and say don't do it, or you need help, just before I pulled the gun from my back-pack. He says these obscure things all the time. He knew when I was thinking about cheating on the last mid-term. He said those same words don't do it. Don't be a loser, Jackie-boy. Well, that's not him. That's my dad who says that. Jackie-boy. It's sort of satisfying that I'm going to shoot myself with my father's gun. He's always putting words in my mouth. That's probably just something I do for attention too. I allow him to put words in my mouth. Yeah, that has to be my fault.

The gun fit nice and snug in my Cohrens backpack. I put it in the first pouch that had the velvet lining. It's one of those nifty switch-guns that you whip out fast with your hand. It holds six bullets. I wonder if that's why all of those rap songs refer to their guns as their six? Anyways, I've been practicing and rehearsing for this. We'll see how it goes. Ha, that's funny--see how it goes.

You're not supposed to want to die. That's another thing that I'm not supposed to do. Die. Dammit! I've got to keep it together for everybody else. I'm needed. I've got to hold this family together. Nope, again, not my words. Always somebody else's. You know whose words those are? You guessed it. My mothers. Well, maybe in honor of my mother, I'll just shoot six other people and keep myself alive. We'll just have to see how it goes. See how it goes. See how it goes.

Relax! It's just a prompt! We have to get back to writing fiction that emulates real life and emotions! If you can't write about it, then you may end up on the other side of the gun anyway. Everyone feels like dying sometimes. So play with it! Viciously! Woo ha ha! It's better than another fucking WWII novel isn't it?

[larz-barz]

Milo information!!<3

finally lol

Milo’s personality

She’s kind, pretty shy unless with people she trusts, she has separation anxiety and trust issues, she hates conflict, and she’s really silly especially with Tanjiro. She’s also kinda sensitive. Very indecisive, once it took her an entire hour for her to pick a movie for date night with Tanjiro cause he didn’t want to pick, he thought he should give Milo a chance to pick (he ended up having to pick anyway) She’s also quite easily distracted. This one time, she was training with Tanjiro and she saw a butterfly. Let’s just say Tanjiro has been very hesitant to train with Milo ever since.

Backstory (this is for both original and Kimetsu Academy)

Basically, Milo has had a rlly bad track record when it comes to friendship. She’s been betrayed by a lot of ppl, resulting in her shy and insecure personality (she’s always been this way, these things just made it even worse). She has a rlly hard time getting close to ppl as result of this, she thinks that no one actually likes her. She also used to be bullied by some of her family (like her extended family, not her parents) into thinking she didn’t deserve to be loved. The abuse of her uncle has caused her to always have to wear thigh highs to cover up the bruises and stuff. Her uncle killed her parents shortly after she became a demon slayer due to her not visiting him on time (she was in the final selection when she was supposed to go visit him).

What drove Milo to be a demon slayer?

This happened when she was 12. She was having a sleepover at her best friend’s house and a demon came in. It murdered her friend and her friend’s whole family. Milo escaped with just an eyebrow wound (that’s how she got her eyebrow scar, in Kimetsu Academy she got it from her cat when she was 5).

Milo’s family

Mother- Akane Suzuki (dead)

Father- Leno Suzuki (dead)

Uncle (father’s brother)- Haruki Suzuki (alive)

Aunt (mother’s sister)- Akari Suzuki (She married Haruki) (demon)

Grandma (father’s mother)- Hana Suzuki (dead)

Grandpa (father’s father)- Haru Suzuki (alive)

Grandma (mother’s mother)- unknown

Grandpa (mother’s father)- unknown

Adoptive Aunt- Aika Tomioka (yw @muichirothehashira)

Uncle by marriage- Giyuu Tomioka

Milo’s mother and aunt were raised in an orphanage and was never adopted.

Milo’s birthday

July 2nd

Milo’s age

14

Milo’s height

5’1.5

Milo’s likes

Tanjiro, strawberries, pringles, mushrooms, mild spicy chicken udon, her mom and dad, friends, affection, love in general, watching anime, reading manga, and designing clothes (the last 3 are for the Kimetsu Academy au)

Milo’s dislikes

Inosuke (she feels bad but she doesn’t like how loud he is and that he’s always picking fights), Zenitsu (same thing except instead of picking fights, she doesn’t like how he’s so weird with girls), bullies, her aunt and uncle, and demons

What Milo is like in school

She likes to be with Tanjiro constantly. Even if his friends are around. Tanjiro makes being with them more pleasant for Milo. She enjoys hanging out with her friends (especially Mari cause she’s Milo’s favorite). She likes designing things like clothes, she has a sketchbook filled with things that she’s designed. Her favorite class is english because of her teacher. Her least favorite class is history because she’s never really been into that kinda stuff, and that is never gonna change. Also, because of her relationship with Tanjiro, and her friends, Milo is popular. She absolutely hates it, a lot of other girls don’t like her cause they like Tanjiro. This has often resulted in some bad things happening to Milo when Tanjiro isn’t around.

Milo quotes-

“How much gasoline would it take to start a fire?”

“A pringle a day keeps the single life away.” (stolen from @muichinno cause that quote you made for Milo is literally my life rn and i absolutely love it)

“Live for the happiness of yourself not of others.”

“Learn to live not live to learn.”

“How do fires exist under water in Spongebob?”

“1000% silliness confirmed.”

“Milo Suzuki at your service, how can I help?”

“I hope to be Milo Kamado someday.”

*while reading fanfics at 3 a.m.* “I don’t need sleep, I need answers.”

Milo’s favorite animal

Definitely axolotl, or cat, or dog. Honestly it could be a lot of things.

Favorite season

Fall because of halloween, spring is ok except for all the pollen, winter is also amazing cause of christmas and the break from school, summer is just blahhh. It’s too hot.

Favorite type of weather

Cloudy cause you don’t have to deal with the sun in your eyes. No rain tho, just clouds.

Day or night

Night by far, Milo thrives in the night.

What Milo is like in battle

She’s actually very dependable in battle. She’ll do anything to protect the ones she loves, even if it means she could get killed. Better herself than anyone else, right? If someone needs backup? She’s right there. She often gets scolded by Tanjiro for how reckless she is in battle (like he’s any better). He doesn’t want to lose her like how he lost most of his family. Milo and Nezuko are all he has left so he’ll do anything to protect them. She has to try her best to keep from getting distracted by a bird or something.

Milo’s breathing style

Starlight breathing

First Form: Breath of Starlight - Releases a wave of stars to knockback/lightly wound the opponent

- First Form: Improved Breath - A wave of stars sends the opponent flying through the air, with light wounds

Second Form: Pool of Shine - The user stabs forward, and lets out a blinding flash of light that stuns/temporarily blinds the opponent

Third Form: Starlight Ripple - The user spins in a quick circle, releasing ripples of sharp stars that cut into the opponent

Fourth Form: Binding Stars - Binds opponent with stars and starlight, withstands only 5-8 seconds

Fifth Form: Yugata no Kurai - Darkness shrouds the opponent, letting the user run away or swiftly chop at the opponent (cheese move)

Sixth Form: Spinning Stars - The user leaps up and forward, sending a wheel of spinning stars to cut the opponent

-Sixth Form: Multi-directional Spinning

Stars - The wheel of stars comes out from different directions, forming a sort of spinning circle around the user

Seventh Form: Consistent Night - Sends a thick stream of starlight stars that bends and twists to the users command

Eighth Form: Hoshi no Dansu - Allows the user to float in midair with little to no control for 10-15 seconds

Ninth Form: Peaceful Sky - Sends a calm but deadly wave of stars at the opponent, deeply wounding them in a few spots

Tenth Form: Dead of Night (Deddobunaito) - Surrounds opponent and user in stars, galaxies, cosmos, basically the universe, and at the users command, implodes on the opponent. This leaves the user heavily damaged, but not fully dead (unless they are already wounded or weak)

(I got this breathing form from a quotev quiz awhile back)

This is all I can think of rn, I’ll probably add more eventually as I think of more stuff:)

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[marrowhyena]

Anonymous Coward asked: Do you speak any other languages than english, and if not, considered learning any

I took three years of German in high school, then had a scheduling conflict with the only German IV class, so I became his teaching assistant in a lower German class instead because I liked my teacher a lot. I think my dumb logic as a 13 year old entering high school was that I had to choose a language and I couldn't roll my R's, or whatever. 

 It was a reoccurring novelty on my channel that I would randomly speak or understand some German. Some claimed that it was accent-less, sometimes, or whatever. A bit of a gimmick was that we all chose a German name from a list on day one and would address each other as those names throughout all four years of the class. Twitter, Youtube, and the Xbox 360 all came into existence around 2006, when I was 16 and in the middle of these classes, so a lot of my usernames became Sebastian because that was my not-my-name moniker that I already had ready. 

Yes, I was already basically a furry, but I didn't have a named fursona until 2022 and doubt I would have openly embraced it as my name all the way back then. 

 [As an aside, folks fixate on me mentioning that I was a furry when I was a minor, and then juxtapose that with me making the point that minors probably shouldn't be online. This isn't really a contradiction. First, yeah, I was an unsupervised minor online and that probably wasn't great. But second, I grew up on a very, very different internet than the one that exists today. It's not just about how Twitter makes no effort to separate minors from adult content etc, but also the upsetting way that the internet forms this secondary layer over middle and high school that further enables bullying and paranoia. We know the internet is fucking kids up nowadays. When I talk about having "usernames" in 2006, we're talking about Halo 2 and cat videos. Even when I mention websites that still exist today, they were purely chronological feeds with manually-curated front pages. There was no algorithm as we understand it today. FurAffinity is like the only website that still functions like things did in 2006, and people hate using it for that exact reason lmao]

Anyway that was a surprising amount of my identity in the early years of doing let's plays [2011-2015], insofar as having any distinguishable features whatsoever was your "identity" among a sea of nearly identical gaming channels. I was the guy who played puzzle games, took his time, rambled a lot, spoke some German, and would randomly spout off rock facts because I was also freshly graduating college with a bachelor of science degree in geology. I was surprised by how excited people would get about rock rants. I got excited when I saw basalt columns in Dragon Age Inquisition, but quickly started to notice that they were absolutely everywhere in games, so I started maintaining a gallery that listed them all: https://imgur.com/gallery/columnar-jointing-watch-Alpmz 

I didn't have a particular attraction to German or geology, though. I took German because I was asked to pick a mandatory language class as a young teen, and I took geology because I dropped out of computer science and needed to still get a degree because I was raise to go to college. So in the years since my memory of both has faded significantly. My last German class was in 2007, and my last bit of geology in 2013.

Realistically, the most useful language to learn would probably be Japanese. That might seem unintuitive since everyone in California says Spanish for obvious reasons, but understanding Japanese would actually come in handy for my job pretty regularly. It sure would have helped when I was litigating specific elements of Beastars, that's for sure. Lately I just send screenshots of stuff to Toaster with the caption "heeeeeeelllp" 

 [Smile or comment on the answer here](https://retrospring.net/@Boring_Keith/a/112854073679531772)

[cloudycaffeinatedcryptid]

In an Everyone Lives scenario, what majors/career paths do you think all the Hacketteers would end up in? Obviously we have animation for Ryan and physics for Dylan suggested in the game but so many people end up changing their majors anyway, I wonder if the experience would lead them on different paths than they’d originally intended.

thank you for making me think about this, it's one thing i've been putting off but i also think about all the time

so right off the top of my head, i think about Max's major a lot & i end up tossing two things around - law school or childcare/teaching. he seems like a level-headed guy, he breaks down situations in pieces until he understand them ("You remember when I said, 'whoa, look at the moon. it's so big and bright and- it's so cool to see a full moon' and you said "yeah no shit, Max, it happens once a month'?"), & also.... we've all seen his outfit in the 50s pack. but i still come back to childcare bc i grew up working in childcare & he just seems the type for it. maybe he got rejected from Landis for law & pursues childcare or teaching at a smaller school instead & ends up one of those teachers that everyone wants to get on their schedule

Laura, the love of my life, the breath in my lungs, is such a headstrong badass that she prolly still pursues her vet degree, altho i can see her minoring/taking a few psychology classes to coach her & Max thru the rough times

Abi definitely finds her way to art school, i just don't see her changing that. i do think she expands from just sketching & gets into different mediums - pottery, possibly sculpting, using charcoal and paint - bc i think she'd find it calming to work with her hands, cover her skin in anything but red, & she'd lean into it for stress relief

uhh Nick is so complicated sometimes that predicting what the absolute FOOL (affectionate) is going to do is impossible. i want to say culinary school but if i'm being honest, i think he would end up dropping out & just working at restaurant. i don't say this bc i hate him, i say this bc he's a clown. (also i may or may not have done the same thing, minus the culinary part) or maybe he becomes a forest ranger & spends time alone in his ranger tower listening to the forest

Jacob i whole-heartedly believe goes for coaching/athletics or something, but he joins the college sports team (prolly football or maybe hockey) & that's the path he ends up following. he definitely has to get a tutor

i think Emma maybe pursues marketing/advertising or something of the sort, but i also think she def starts loading up her schedule. volunteer work? no worries, she can run it. student council? sure, she'll apply. you know, lacrosse sounds rlly fun all of a sudden, she should join the team! & she kills, obvi. if she never thinks about it, it never happened. if she never has time to think, she can never think about it

Kaitlyn.... she's the one i've been thinking about the most. she's such an odd character bc we see so much of her & yet i still feel like we don't know anything about her. her entire character is kind of just "im mean, i know first aid & i can shoot" & then we love her bc she's a badass. which i don't mind but it makes it kind of hard to make theories on her future. i imagine she IS one who ends up switching her major. she prolly starts with what she had planned - maybe an english degree? - but then switches bc hackett's quarry changed her & she'll never stop thinking about it. i like to think maybe she ends up in enviromentalism, or possibly on the nursing track. something to occupy her mind

Ryan & Dylan honestly seem rlly well suited for their majors so i don't know of i can imagine them doing something else. i do think Ryan starts taking self-defense class & prolly makes Sarah go with him just to be sure she knows. just in case. Dylan takes a part-time job at either the school's radio station or a local one, & if he DID drop out, he would 100% start a podcast. all those fanfics are canon

this was rlly fun to think about even tho i'm not sure how accurate they are - i would love to hear other ideas! thank you for the ask :)

[earlgreytea68]

A few years ago, I found that I had to teach Hamlet to a class. I hadn't read Hamlet since senior year of high school, so I re-read it one summer so I would remember enough to be able to teach it.

And I'm sitting there reading this play and I'm like, "Oh, my God, this play is so good." I kept saying to my family, "I don't think you understand, this play is SO INCREDIBLY GOOD." And it seemed so ridiculous of me, like, most people would say that it's the best play ever written in the English language, hands down, without a doubt. But when I read it as a senior in high school, I just...didn't get it. Like, I don't remember being at all impressed with it. The teacher was like, "IT'S THE BEST PLAY EVER WRITTEN," and I was like, "...whatever." And then I read it as an adult and I was just like, NO, IT IS ASTONISHINGLY GOOD, I CAN'T GET OVER IT, and I suddenly understood why people say it's the best play ever written, like, it is REALLY GOOD.

Anyway, that experience stuck with me. It occurred to me that maybe many of the Great Literature we get assigned to read in high school and college we're just too young for. We're not ready yet to grasp how good it all really is.

So I was thinking that maybe I should reread some of the things I read in high school and college that I just didn't like, on the theory that maybe I was too young and didn't get it. And then I learned about this app called Serial that will send you an installment of a public domain book, no more than 20 minutes reading every day. It seemed like a good way to tackle a project like this, made it doable. Like, "Oh, I'm going to read War and Peace," but "I'm going to spend 20 minutes a day tackling War and Peace."

Actually, I didn't start with War and Peace. I did like some Russian literature in college, Chekhov remains one of my absolute favorites, but Idk, I wasn't inspired to do Russian literature. I decided instead to tackle Dickens.

Why? Because Dickens is one of my MOST-HATED WRITERS. I HATE DICKENS. I had to read so much Dickens in high school and I hated every single bit of it. Not true, I remember liking A Tale of Two Cities. But I hated Great Expectations and I hated Oliver Twist and I hated A Christmas Carol, which we read EVERY YEAR from fourth grade to eighth grade, like, ENOUGH WITH THE DOORNAILS VS. COFFIN-NAILS, CHARLES DICKENS, ENOUGH.

But everywhere you look, people are like, "Dickens: one of the best English writers ever," and I'm just like, What is the deal with everyone and Dickens! Maybe I just didn't get it, like with Hamlet.

People recommended Bleak House to me because it has to do with law but given the time of year I decided to start with A Christmas Carol. The first installment came and oh, look, there in the second paragraph is that stupid doornails vs. coffin-nails thing and I hate that whole aside so much and I was just like, WHY. WHY IS DICKENS LIKE THIS. HE IS SO ANNOYING.

Well. I am now three installments in and...this is a good book????? hahahahah I cannot believe it! But I am enjoying it! I am absolutely shocked! Were people right about Dickens, too????

Look, here's the thing: I think the man is bonkers. Like, his comparisons are absolutely off-the-wall. He's always off on some stupid aside nobody cares about. But whereas that annoyed me when I was younger and having to read the book to take a test on it later, now I'm just like, What is this man on about???? What is this man ON?????? Like, Dickens is so tongue-in-cheek, right??? And I missed that the whole time??? Maybe it's just A Christmas Carol, which makes sense, but I cannot believe how hilarious it is. Scrooge is actually funny! He says funny things! And Dickens keeps using droll little adverbs to describe what he's doing and it is cracking me up! But it also legit creepy! But also it is just WILD.

Like, look at that simile above. "Like a bad lobster in a dark cellar." What the hell does that even mean???? I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW, because it is absolutely hilarious, I'm just like, "Go on, Chuck, it was like a bad lobster in a dark cellar, uh-huh, what's next?"

I think when I was younger I thought being told, "This guy is one of the best writers of all time," meant that he had to be SERIOUS. Like, my impression of literature is that it was SERIOUS. And that is something that really annoys me now, but as a young person, that's what I thought. And now I'm like, no, actually, you can be one of the best writers of all time specifically because you know how to use words in all sorts of ways, not just serious ones, and it feels like it took me a long time to realize it, but maybe I like Dickens? I'll see how the rest of the story goes.

I WILL NEVER LIKE EMERSON AND THOREAU, THOUGH, THEY REMAIN MY NEMESES.

[aliasrocket]

Two things, one Rocket is a stranger in his body. Two, any advice for writing? I struggle with descriptions and describing dialogue and I overthink it because it sounds dumb. So any advice? 🥺

Yes. Rocket definitely feels a dissociation between himself and his body. I can understand how that feels to a certain extent.

As for advice for writing, I feel honored that you came to me for help! I hope my ‘guide’ will help you!

Advice for descriptions and describing dialogue!

Actively do the things you’re trying to describe.

This is especially useful for beginners because once you get into the groove of writing your imagination gets stretched over time to the point that you know what you want from a scene but anyway, what I mean by this is if let’s say there’s a character that struggles with their body image and they have a closet with a mirror, instead of just saying “he walked over to the closet and saw his reflection. He hated it.” You can try to go over to your closet and pretend you’re looking into a mirror.

This will get your brain to start thinking about how it would feel to look into a mirror and hate what you see. You’ll also get to see stuff that you do by instinct so your writing comes out much more humane, if that makes sense? For example, maybe you touch the mirror out of pure instinct. You could write the character doing that and it would give more life to your fic because it’s something we would all probably do.

Show, not tell.

This one is basic english writing 101 but this quote has saved my writing. Let me give you an example.

She turned around in the middle of the argument. She exhaled and inhaled, the situation getting her anxious and her palms sweaty.

This is good! But “the situation getting her anxious” is telling the reader that she was anxious, instead of showing the reader. So whenever you write, there should always be a lot of questions in your head, like what happens when someone gets anxious? Both in their head, and to their body? Once you get this instinct, you’ll be able to come up with stuff like this.

she turned around in the middle of the argument, and she felt her head swing around with her. Her hands were tossed above her head, her sweaty palms cooling to the ventilation above as she exhaled. She swayed left to right, almost like she was trying to cradle the heart that was pounding against her ribcage.

I mean I’ve been writing fanfic for years so take it one step at a time. I recognize this instinct isn’t easily acquired so just try to remember if you want the reader to feel what the character is feeling in that scene and you aren’t able to feel yourself filling the character’s shoes in that moment, then maybe you’re ‘telling’ more than ‘showing.’

It’s okay to use ‘said.’ Dialogue is simple most of the time.

I cannot stress this enough. Teachers in school always say ‘said’ is such a bad word for a dialogue tag because it does nothing to describe the way someone says something but sometimes, people just say things. It took me years to accept this face.

But obviously if it’s a really emotional scene and someone is begging someone to stay, then ‘said’ would be horrible. But if two people are just talking, especially if it’s a calm setting, they’re more likely to just say something more than anything else.

Now let’s say you do need to describe the way someone says something. Dialogue is one of the simpler things to describe in writing, it’s just a dialogue tag and that’s it, really. Everything else you use to describe the way someone says something just goes back to the two points I mentioned above, because their actions play a huge part in the dialogue too.

Now if you’re struggling to find more complex dialogue tags, besides Thesaurus.com, I also like to use these websites :

This is also good for any other simple word you’d like to replace with a more complex word, too.

This is more suited for dialogue tags and has saved my writing multiple times.

I hope this was helpful!

[regnzz00]

I have a question

now before by any means, i dont want to offend anyone, that is not my goal and im sorry if i do. i kinda just want to know (please dont cancel me lmao)

a lot of posts that i see, are about people getting exited about getting a medical diagnosis of autism. as someone who does have a diagnosis, i dont get why people would be so hyped. i also want to say that there is nothing with actually being autistic, this is based of the social standing of having an diagnosis. getting a diagnosis is good, just not exciting because society sucks.

i get it would be some closure, it would kinda explain why you were different from other kids. one of my siblings got diagnosed with autism when they were a toddler. it was easier to diagnosed them cuz they had a "male presenting" moderate to severe autism, basically they are visibly autistic. my other sibling wasnt diagnosed until they were a child. they had a more "female presenting" high functioning autism, so it was more difficult to get them a diagnosis. mind that they are identical twins. i didnt get a diagnosis until i was in my late teens. my doctor told my parent that i was "more visibly autistic" for years but i just got pushed to the side. i was diagnosed with adhd when i was 10 but i do think that was a misdiagnosis.

anyways back to the question, i dont get the hype other than closure. having an actual diagnoses can lead to good things, the only one i can think of is having one at a younger age so that you can (maybe) get an iep or accommodations. sadly, a lot of teachers dont care about these if your lucky to get them. my siblings were lucky, and they were lucky to be put in general education classes instead of special education (elementary school), but they were treated either like babies, idiots, just straight up ignored them, annoyed with them, and/or hated them (especially my more visibly autistic sibling). it wasnt until middle school that my siblings were put in special education classe, which were more for the bad kids that snorted a line of crack cocaine in the bathroom everyday. also if your a male in america, you can opt out of the draft lol

more of the "cons", having a diagnoses is great and all, until you tell people that you have a diagnoses they treat you like a baby, treat you like shit, and/or think that they will contract autism. youre gonna get flushed with sterotypes. you tell someone on a job interview you have autism or visibly have autism, you should know damn well they arent gonna hire you. it can really had to get a job, even if you have a degree. its hard and it sucks. i would never tell someone that i have autism, unless i was in love with them or something

so basically what i am saying is that, why would you get excited to get diagnosed with autism? i also want to say that there is nothing with actually being autistic, this is based of the social standing of having an diagnosis. getting a diagnosis is good, just not exciting because society sucks. i honestly have no idea why i wrote that entire thing, why didnt i just type this but oh well. also sorry if this was hard to read, english isnt my first language.

[baobaoxiexie]

I don’t know how I can express how much I want to move abroad. I don’t even know if that would help anything anymore. I’ve lost interest in most of my hobbies and feel so empty and tired. I have such deep regrets for not pushing against my parents more in want to study abroad for my university years and now I am regretting it. I got a taste of it over a summer and it was the best time of my life. I hated my home university. I even have a good paying job now. Right out of college and everything. I worked fucking hard for it so it wasn’t just luck and it sure as all heck wasn’t due to any prestige of my school because my university is…. Nope. Like… 99% acceptance rate. 35% grad rate. People either drop out or transfer out. I fucking wish I transferred, but anxiety! People pleasing!!! Ive been crying myself to sleep every night over this pain and depression of this cruel thing called life!! Sometimes I wish my birth parents left me to die instead of leaving me for an orphanage!…. Anyways..I wonder how many times I can repeat over and over just how much I hated my university? I went because it was affordable and I wouldn’t end up in debt. I’m happy not to be in debt, sure. But my life? I’m not happy with. And just because I got a good job I should be thankful to my university huh? No, not anymore, I’m not going to keep being that way and letting people tell me how I should feel. I hate where I am and I have no joy anymore. I hate full time work but hey, that’s being an adult right? Well I hate it. Boo hoo. So sad. End me why don’t you, because nothing is ever going to change. I’m not excited to move anywhere because it isn’t where I want to be. But I have to move out eventually. Life doesn’t excite me and it really hasn’t ever. I feel like getting rid of all my stuff and I’m not really sure why. Nowhere feels like home. Nowhere is comfortable. I feel like I’ll always be in flight or fight mode and ready to go. It hurts. I don’t know how to make those dreams of working/living abroad become real. I’m too anxious over losing my financial and job stability. I’m so grateful for that part. It feels like it’s over and I should just give up on my dreams. I don’t know what goals or such that I have to live for anymore. I really feel like my heart is being tossed and torn. I don’t think I can handle being a teacher but that is the easiest way to go work and live elsewhere. I want to go to SK, but hey guess what there’s been so many stories of Asian English teachers being treated badly because they don’t look “foreign” enough. Sure I don’t look Korean, but heck I’m still Chinese and I did know another Chinese girl who taught English in SK and was heavily discriminated against because of this. Now I’ve talked about wanting to live abroad too much my parents are getting fed up and saying I don’t appreciate anything anymore and I should be more grateful and enjoy life as it is because they had it so much worse when they were younger. Why should I care anymore? No one cares about my feelings about this and it’s ripping me apart. So now I’m just crying every night for hours because of this deep rooted pain. It sounds privileged as all heck and I’m so sorry. But I just, atp would rather not exist than be stuck in the same spot the rest of my life. I’m so done and I’m only 22.

[just-some-random-blogger]

meow meow, lovely!! good morning!! omg online classes?? dk what about you but here it means time to sleep... hope they're going good. these pretty kitties TT with their tiny paws TT on their tiny faces TT pure art TT 'drink some water' if you knew how much water i drink... 'a libriarian in school i think her name was sonia with an i' idk but i think it's a different name. bc here 'sonya' is a short form of the name sofia or sof'ya (which are different names now but actually it's the same greek name...). and sonya is for sofia while the short form of 'sof'ya' is sofa. i had a classmate whose name is sof'ya and she'd gone absolutely furious when someone called her sonya and not sofa... i feel a little stupid telling you all this but hope it's interesting at least. i understand you made it not because of me but i was really surprised TT i've seen sophi's, sophia's and so on but not this form. 'because i have just always liked the way russian names sound. <3' oooh pretty. i'm katya, nice to meet you <з hope you like it too. 'it sounds very satisfying to me' omg i feel so proud TT i feel like a proud mom TT i'm actually in love with russian, not because i am myself but it's just so fascinating?? omg i've thought so many things in my head rn im gonna cry. 'boy names sound 'feminine' omg pretty TT actually sasha is also a short form of the girl name alexandra (which is just a girl name of alexander lol nm). we also have a short form 'shura' for these names which actually sounds even more feminine and has nothing in common with alexander(a). it is not really popular now bc of this all. AND misha is mikhail TT while dmitriy is dima. for some reason dmitriy is also mitya? ok it has its story but is also not commonly used now. 'cats are so weird and cute' i cried. YES THEY'RE SOSO AAAA I CAN'T MY HEART CAN EXPLODE BC OF THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THESE LITTLE CUTE FURRY BUTTS TT 'i think japanese comebacks are sometimes better than the korean ones' lol shhh don't tell them. but so true TT they're all so beautiful, so tender, so fascinating they feel more idk alive and less materialistic?? 'sometimes i have absolutely no idea what people are talking about' guess it doesn't depend on the music school... what are people talking about in general?? we all say nonsense 'what a rat test' no but it WAS a rat!! even my teacher said it was too difficult for us... and we're all so dumb so it's good. 'but not you youre so smart [hugs]' OOOOH thanks catmom TT [sending you billions of kisses bc you can't catch my cold but be careful anyway] 'praying for you' LOL yk what? today doctor has told me to lay down, drink warm liquids and PRAY ghfjjdjhhfjf. so thanks ig TT it doubles our power TT 'TACKLE WRESTLE SLAM DUNK' meowmeow TT you know i'm not gonna get better with these?.. but i'm kind and i love my catmom MEOWMEOW so have a nice day) good luck with the classes) love you!! take care <з guess i'm gonna go reread waiting for a lifetime rn instead of doing the study tasks, art is cruel. and AAAH !angry emoji! i hate english punctuation!! i want to separate everything with commas!!! stupid illogical english!!

HI BABY

these kitties remind me of my cats when they were born T_T they loved going into boxes

here they are T_T i miss them

omg online classes?? dk what about you but here it means time to sleep... hope they're going good.

HAHAHHAHAH i play genshin impact sometimes online HAHAH

these pretty kitties TT with their tiny paws TT on their tiny faces TT pure art TT

i love kitties so much <3

'drink some water' if you knew how much water i drink...

HAHAH TOO MUCH IS BAD YOU DONT HAVE TO GO OVERBOARD

'a libriarian in school i think her name was sonia with an i' idk but i think it's a different name. bc here 'sonya' is a short form of the name sofia or sof'ya (which are different names now but actually it's the same greek name...). and sonya is for sofia while the short form of 'sof'ya' is sofa. i had a classmate whose name is sof'ya and she'd gone absolutely furious when someone called her sonya and not sofa... i feel a little stupid telling you all this but hope it's interesting at least.

🤬🤬🤬😡😡😡😡😡😡 youre not stupid this was very interesting!!! i love learning about names and origins and etymology its so intruding to find out the basis of things <3. perhaps sonia is a different name. it's so interesting to find sonya is from sofia !!! theyre quite different but similar. and your classmate HAHAAHH T_T i get her AHAAHHA. i get annoyed when people get my name wrong too, but ive become more patient about it lol cos people are dumb /: HAHAHH

i understand you made it not because of me but i was really surprised TT i've seen sophi's, sophia's and so on but not this form.

im not like other girls im different 😍💅😌🤩 HAHAHAHAHH

'because i have just always liked the way russian names sound. <3' oooh pretty. i'm katya, nice to meet you <з hope you like it too.

OMG I LOVE KATYA MY CUTIE KITTY KITTY BABY GIRL UGH <3

'it sounds very satisfying to me' omg i feel so proud TT i feel like a proud mom TT i'm actually in love with russian, not because i am myself but it's just so fascinating?? omg i've thought so many things in my head rn im gonna cry.

same brain same thoughts one brain cell we share. go mom! be proud! HAHAH.

'boy names sound 'feminine' omg pretty TT actually sasha is also a short form of the girl name alexandra (which is just a girl name of alexander lol nm). we also have a short form 'shura' for these names which actually sounds even more feminine and has nothing in common with alexander(a). it is not really popular now bc of this all.

HAHAHAH i love it when names do that. my grandparents all have spanish names and some of them have nicknames that make 0 sense HAHAHAH AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH my grandma is josefina and her nickname is pining, which is like ??? pretty close because filipino nicknames but my grandma's youngest brother is horoio and his nickname is boyet????????????????????????????????????? ??????? im just very confused but i love it HAHAHAHH

AND misha is mikhail TT while dmitriy is dima. for some reason dmitriy is also mitya? ok it has its story but is also not commonly used now.

ok then HAHAHHA but the guy in supernatural misha collins is dmitiri so ??? i assumed AHHAH i like dima a lot though and mikhail <3 I LOVE MIKHAIL SO MUCH i love how it sounds UGHHHHH

'cats are so weird and cute' i cried. YES THEY'RE SOSO AAAA I CAN'T MY HEART CAN EXPLODE BC OF THE LOVE I HAVE FOR THESE LITTLE CUTE FURRY BUTTS TT

me @ cats

'i think japanese comebacks are sometimes better than the korean ones' lol shhh don't tell them. but so true TT they're all so beautiful, so tender, so fascinating they feel more idk alive and less materialistic??

aHAHHAH ok itll be our secret haha

'sometimes i have absolutely no idea what people are talking about' guess it doesn't depend on the music school... what are people talking about in general?? we all say nonsense

AHHA:LSHAS:LHA its a me problem babes HAHAHAH its what i get for playing genshin in class HAHAHHAHHA i also have a lot of classmates that do gigs/live performances and they know what theyre talking about but i dont have any of that experience so hahahah

'what a rat test' no but it WAS a rat!! even my teacher said it was too difficult for us... and we're all so dumb so it's good.

wERE ALL DUMB AHHAHAHHAHAH 😩😩😩✊✊✊

'but not you youre so smart [hugs]' OOOOH thanks catmom TT [sending you billions of kisses bc you can't catch my cold but be careful anyway]

(pedro pascal in this makes me 😨)

'praying for you' LOL yk what? today doctor has told me to lay down, drink warm liquids and PRAY ghfjjdjhhfjf. so thanks ig TT it doubles our power TT

'TACKLE WRESTLE SLAM DUNK' meowmeow TT you know i'm not gonna get better with these?.. but i'm kind and i love my catmom MEOWMEOW so have a nice day) good luck with the classes) love you!! take care <з

i love you SLAM DUNK HAHAHAHH i hope you also do good in your classes <3

guess i'm gonna go reread waiting for a lifetime rn instead of doing the study tasks, art is cruel.and AAAH !angry emoji! i hate english punctuation!! i want to separate everything with commas!!! stupid illogical english!!

T_T HAHAHAHHAHAHAH STUPID ILLOGICAL ENGLISH FR stop but pls dont let your studies go down the drain because of my fics T_T here are your angry emojis 😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬👺👺👺👺😭👹👹👹👹👿👿👿👿

bye bye baby love you

xxx

[fureliselost]

Yo, I've been thinking about Danny's grades. Because, like, most of the DP fandom writes ff with Danny being one bad grade from flunking out 'cause he can't fight ghosts and keep up with the school work.

But, like, is that really accurate tho? (And let me make it clear that I've only watched DP once and that was in Feb, so I could have some information missing here)

Cuz on the very first ep Lancer tells Danny he has basically nothing bad on his record (whereas Tucker had some transgressions).

And I can only remember Danny's grades being mentioned 5 times in the entire show (on One Of A Kind, Teacher Of The Year, What You Want (?), TUE, and, obviously, Mystery Meat — there is Vlad's mentions of Danny's grades and Danny's dream in Frightmare, but I'm not considering those).

On One of a Kind, he gets a D in his biology — which, from the way he said it, it sounded like he never got a grade that low — but he managed to raise his grade.

On Teacher of the Year, he fails his English (?) exam — not because he was occupied with a ghost, but because he was obsessed with playing Doom (let's also remember that, on One of a Kind, Tucker literally says Danny's problem was time management) — but then he was able to retake the test and got a 91%.

On What You Want, he mentions he's a C student.

And, well, everyone knows what happened in TUE: Danny says he isn't prepared for the CAT 'cuz he didn't get to study throughout the year because of ghost fighting (which IG is where the whole fanfic thing comes from).

But, like, was Danny actually not able to study because of ghosts? Because I can't actually think of a time where he was actually stopped from getting his homework done by a ghost fight.

But you know what does come up in my mind when I think of all of that? "Poor time management skills"... Oh, wait, that's already Canon!

Before I get into the time management skills, lemme bring up again Vlad's comments, Danny's A grade on his dream on Frightmare, and Danny's comment on What You Want (as well as what he said in TUE).

Guys, the educational system sucks. In 2004 it was worse. Teachers also suck in that respect (do I need to explain that I don't hate all teachers, only the sucky ones?).

There are teachers who humiliate you in front of the class for having a question they believe you shouldn't have, I'm pretty sure everyone has been in that situation or knows someone who has. Some teachers shame you every time you get a bad grade instead of offering solutions — that affects people, it doesn't even have to be that explicit.

I spent 'till my senior year of highschool thinking I was a terrible student (because teachers told me I was every time I got a bad grade). That only changed when I was calculating my GPA to see which colleges I had a shot at: my GPA was 3.6/4

Now, take Mr Daniel Fenton. Youngest son of a family of geniuses. His older sister got the highest ever CAT grade and writes Theses for funsies. His parents not only where accepted to appear on genius magazine (Jazz may have done the application for Maddie, but she wouldn't lie on it knowing that they would do at least some fact chacking — meaning that she probably picked accomplishments of Maddie's and used only the ones she approved of, meaning that they had accomplishments other than the ghost related ones) but they also built a freaking portal to another dimension.

Not to mention that Tucker is a top notch hacker and doesn't get good grades because he doesn't want to (which doesn't matter because he changes them anyway) and that Sam never shows any concern towards her grades and, being from a rich family, she probably has to get good grades.

Take Danny, who wants to be an astronaut — the literal hardest job to get on the face of the Earth, which also requires a degree in the STEM area (which Danny is admittedly not the best at). Now put him in a place where his grades dropped a little — Maddie, his mother, literally told him he had to get good grades because "Fentons get As" or whatever.

Is it that hard to think that a lot of Danny saying his grades are so terrible and he's not prepared for the tests is because that's just how low he thinks of himself academically?

Lemme get back to the time management skills.

So I've already established that the educational system sucks and it wasn't any better in 2004.

It was even worse at recognizing and dealing with neurodivergent kids.

And I'm pretty sure that, like, 70% of the fandom sees Danny as Neurodivergent-coded — autism, ADHD, anxiety, depression, etc.

The thing with being neurodivergent is that sometimes ND people suck at some executive functions/have executive dysfunctions.

Do you know what is an executive function? Time management skills.

When it comes to studying, I personally have a lot of trouble with distractions and getting myself to start the assignment. That problem is usually solved if I have someone to do it with me — and by that I mean that the person usually just sits nearby and sometimes helps me with processing an information, which tends to consist in just me talking.

Which is basically what Lancer did with Danny in Teacher of the Year. Which,,, Lancer, my beloved, yes! When he found the problem, he tried to find a solution and his frickin solution worked!

Anyway, this is all I wanted to say: the educational system sucks, Danny has a warped view of himself, Danny is neurodivergent, and Lancer should've been portrayed as an awesome teacher since the start because he was awesome.

[chaeryybomb]

BRUTAL

pairings: female reader x best friend!jungwon

summary: they told you that these were the golden years, but to you "golden" was a rusting metal spray painted yellow. the story of a seventeen year old trying to survive high school when all you do is try your best. but your best friend jungwon makes it worth the while. 

genre: high school au, friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bits of angst if you squint, attempt at humour

featuring: jang wonyoung, kim sunoo & nishimura riki 

word count: 4.5k 

warnings: reader having a existential crisis most of the time, strong language, mentions of insecurity

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You slumped forward the moment the bell rang, letting your head hit the table. You could care less if a bruise would form on your forehead, you had much bigger things to worry about. Your teacher left the class wordlessly as the class was busy doing their own thing. And by that, everyone was buried nose deep in studying. You lifted your head to see the different books of the same topic scattered on your desk, a yellow highlighter balancing on the edge of your table.

Reaching over to grab the highlighter, you turned your head over to the side to look at your desk mate. Wonyoung sat there looking straight out from a k-drama, with her hair flowing down her back perfectly and her slender nimble fingers moving as she continuously wrote in her notebook. She was smart too, fluent in English and Korean, great at maths and science. And on top of that she was kind and friendly, everyone loved her. You did too, you had the honour of calling her your best friend. But sometimes you felt insecure around her, everything she did looked flawless and there you were just trying your best.

"Ack!" You yelped as you sat up straight, holding your forehead. Wonyoung rolled her eyes at you with a small smile on her lips, she had flicked your forehead to get you out of your thoughts.

Without taking her eyes off the textbook, she tapped your own workbook with her pen. Silently telling you to stop procrastinating. You pouted at her and looked at the clock, 10 minutes before lunch. Maybe a walk to the girl's bathroom would do you some good.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," you whispered to Wonyoung. She nodded and smiled at you before you walked out.

As you strolled towards the girl's bathroom, you passed by the bulletin board outside your class. A bright blue poster stood out with the words "ENJOY YOUR YOUTH" in white. Scoffing at the message, you continued on your way.

"I'm seventeen now, where's my fucking teenage dream?" You muttered to yourself. You were tired of waiting for your life to end up like a coming of age movie. Everyone told you that these were the golden years and you should enjoy your youth, but you swear to god if you hear another one of those cheesy sayings, you might just cry on the spot.

Reaching over to open the stall door, you halt in your actions when you heard familiar voices talking.

"I'm so worried for finals, my parents are gonna kill me if I fail English again," a girl complained. You hear the sound of tap water running. "How are you so calm during this time, Mirae?'

"What's the use of studying hard anyways," the second girl, Mirae, said. "We all know the top spots are gonna be taken by Jang Wonyoung and Yang Jungwon, I just study enough to pass."

The other girl snorted at her reply. "Imagine if those two got together, the power couple of the year," she suddenly said.

"Poor Y/N then, she's gonna be over shadowed by them."

"As if she already isn't. I almost forgot they were a trio until you mentioned Y/N," the girl laughed.

"What can I say? They're out of her league," Mirae joined in with her laughter.

The two voices faded away as you heard the door closed. Finally pushing the door open, you looked at your reflection. Your eyebrows knitted in annoyance and your face was morphed in a scowl. You washed your hands aggressively and poked the inside of your cheek. What bugged you was that they were right. You were the black sheep between Wonyoung and Jungwon. Both of them were smart and amazing, and you're just…you.

You love your best friends, you truly do. But you were constantly compared to them and you hated it. Everyone wanted them, you watched as guys tripped over to confess to Wonyoung and girls squealing when Jungwon smiled at them. The two of them always reassured you that you weren't beneath them but you were sick of their sympathy. You're so caught up in the news of who likes you and who hates them. You just wished people liked you more.

Storming out of the bathroom, someone accidentally ran into you and caused you to fell onto your butt. The student immediately stood up and scurried off, not bothering to even a mutter an apology. All I did was try my best and this is the thanks I get, you thought bitterly.

They said that these were the golden years, but you wished you could just disappear. God, it's brutal out here.

"Y/N, wait up!" Jungwon called after you.

You stopped in your tracks as you watched Jungwon waved goodbye to some students before jogging towards you.

"You heading to cram school today?" He asked you as the both of you fell into the same walking rhythm.

You shook your head, clasping your hands behind. "I moved it to Thursday instead, Wonyoung said I had to many things on Tuesday," you told him. Originally, you would be heading to the library to study before heading over to the cram school. But Wonyoung took one look at your schedule and decided that you did not had enough breaks, so she managed to convince you to take the Thursday slot instead. Thursdays are one of the days where you would not go to the library.

Jungwon seemed to be disappointed to find out that you had switched slots. Maybe he should changed slots too, but does he have any empty spots open for Thursday though? He'd have to check later. Instead, he coughed and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Do you wanna come over later? The new Demon Slayer movie is out," he offered, hoping that you'd accept.

Unfortunately, you once again shook your head. "Sorry Jungwon, I'd want to cram even more later. Finals are really creeping in and I can't afford to waste any time," you told him with a sad smile. As much as you would like to ditch the books and watch Demon Slayer, the glaring C on your last history paper was telling you otherwise.

You stopped walking when you had reached your doorstep. "Thanks for walking me home, Jungwon. See you tomorrow!" and with that you disappeared behind the door.

Jungwon waved goodbye as he watched the door closed. The smile on his face dropped and his shoulder sagged. Jungwon you idiot, of course she would want to study, he scolded himself. With disappointment on his face, he trudged home with a heavy heart.

"Change of plans, guys," he announced as he swung the front door open, unfazed by the fact that Riki and Sunoo were lounging on his coach. He accepted the fact that Sunoo had somehow gotten the keys to his house (suspecting that his mother probably gave it to him due to favouritism or maybe Riki had sneakily made a copy).

Riki's head poked out from the couch. "She rejected you, didn't she," the younger boy said with a smirk.

Jungwon's face ears turned red as he glared at the boy. "No she did not!" He immediately told him. "She rejected the offer to watch the movie, that's different!"

"That's basically rejection, hyung," Riki laughed.

The other boy just glared at him. "Shut up!" he sputtered out before hiking up the stairs.

Sunoo gave Riki a look, to which the Japanese boy just shrugged his shoulders innocently.

Jungwon walked out from the shower, a towel around his neck with one hand running through his damp hair. Sunoo and Riki had left earlier, finally giving him some peace and quiet. His phone screen was flashing from his study table, initiating that someone was spamming him (quite aggressively) with text message. With a raised eyebrow, he picked up his phone

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:09 pm] wonyoung: JUNGWON

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: WHY DID Y/N JUST MESSAGED ME ABOUT HOMEWORK

[7:10 pm] wonyoung: ISNT SHE WITH YOU

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: I THOUGHT YOU SAID U WERE GONNA WATCH A MOVIE

[7:11 pm] wonyoung: DEMON HUNTER OR SMTG

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: WHY IS SHE ASKING ME FOR HW

[7:12 pm] wonyoung: DID U CHICKEN OUT???

[7:13 pm] wonyoung: omg u chickened out didnt u

[7:14 pm] jungwon: jfc wonyoung

[7:15 pm] jungwon: and no i did not chicken out okay

[7:15 pm] jungwon: she declined

[7:16 pm] jungwon: she said she had to study ;-;

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: omg u suck

[7:17 pm] wonyoung: i told u the movie idea was dumb

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: but do u ever listen to me

[7:18 pm] wonyoung: no

[7:19 pm] wonyoung: and now u suffer the consequences

[7:20 pm] jungwon: yea yea i get it im dumb

[7:20 pm] jungwon: now what's ur solution the great jang wonyoung

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: i am so glad u asked :)

[7:21 pm] jungwon: oh no

[7:21 pm] wonyoung: stfu im giving u a better idea

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: a n y w a y s

[7:22 pm] wonyoung: my ynradar is going off and she's s a d

[7:23 pm] jungwon: how would u know

[7:23 pm] jungwon: she seemed fine today

[7:23 pm] wonyoung: stfu jungwon its best friend things u wont understand

[7:24 pm] jungwon: i-

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: and as her future bf u SHOULD start to train ur ynradar

[7:25 pm] wonyoung: anw its exam season stoopid

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and its when those kids start to talk abt how the both of us are gonna get top scores

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: and they talk down on y/n while doing so

[7:26 pm] wonyoung: assholes

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: so i propose to u

[7:27 pm] wonyoung: a ✨ study date ✨

[7:28 pm] jungwon: i

[7:29 pm] jungwon: that's

[7:29 pm] jungwon: actually not a bad idea

[7:30 pm] wonyoung: obv i came up with it

[7:31 pm] jungwon: can u not

[7:31 pm] wonyoung: anw a study date

[7:32 pm] wonyoung: she's struggling in maths

[7:33 pm] wonyoung: specifically taxes because she said and i quote

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: "why do we have to do taxes when we pay people to do it for us"

[7:34 pm] wonyoung: so pls help her and try to cheer her up

[7:35 pm] wonyoung: and confess coward

[7:36 pm] jungwon: i make no promises for the last one

[7:36 pm] wonyoung: aFTER EVERYTHING I JUST SAID

[7:37 pm] jungwon: what if she rejects me wonyoung

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: WE'VE HAD THIS CONVERSATION A LOT OF TIMES JUNGWON

[7:38 pm] wonyoung: SHE LIKES U BUT SHES TOO DUMB TO REALISE

[7:39 pm] jungwon: sigh

[7:40 pm] jungwon: fine i'll try thanks wonyoung

[7:41 pm] wonyoung: np i expect y'all to be a couple by next monday <3

[7:41 pm] jungwon: i-

Sighing for the nth time of the night, Jungwon sat on his bed. He allowed the towel to slipped off his shoulders as his thumb hovered over your chat icon. Truth be told, he always thought his crush on you was unrequited love. You never showed any signs of returning of feelings so he thought he would just ignore the feeling until it was gone.

But oh boy was he wrong, because he didn't knew that he would be spending his high school years by your side. And now you occupy his mind 24/7. Wonyoung could literally tell that he was in love with you, but somehow you never caught on. He allowed Sunoo and Riki to convince him to do the whole "movie date idea", but that failed. So Wonyoung's suggestion was his only option left.

He typed out the message, ready to send it out. If only he could just press the button. Come on Yang Jungwon, you can do this. Just press the damn button Jungwon. Suddenly his phone pinged loudly, scaring the lights out of the poor boy as he yelped and his phone landed with a thud on the ground. He peered over his bed, as if his phone was a ticking bomb.

Oh, it was a message from you.

[8:01 pm] y/n: hey do u know where wonyoung is

[8:01 pm] y/n: she isn't answering my texts

Oh no. He realised that your chat was open, the two ticks indicated that he had (unintentionally) read the message. He couldn't just leave you on read. That's just evil. Scrambling to get his phone, he immediately typed a reply to cover for the other girl.

[8:02 pm] jungwon: sorry i don't :/

[8:02 pm] jungwon: what do u need her for

[8:03 pm] y/n: mf was supposed to teach me a maths question but she left me on rEAD

This was his chance! It was the perfect opportunity for him to score a date with you. Okay, breathe in breath out Jungwon. Don't mess it up and just ask her, he mentally prepared himself.

[8:04 pm] jungwon: oh i could help you if you want

[8:04 pm] jungwon: yk with finals coming up and everything, i can help you study

[8:05 pm] jungwon: if you want of course

[8:05 pm] y/n: omg srsly??

[8:06 pm] jungwon: pls help me study my braincells are literally dying

[8:07 pm] jungwon: jdsjkda okay how about this saturday at your place?

[8:08 pm] y/n: yeah sure

[8:08 pm] jungwon: cool its a date then!

You blinked at Jungwon's message. A date? Wait, did Yang Jungwon just indirectly asked you out? Nah, nah. You were overthinking it. Yes, definitely overthinking. Don't kid yourself, why would Jungwon ask you out on a date? Jungwon is just a friend, you tried to convince yourself.

Keyword: tried.

If he really was just a friend, then why did it felt like butterflies were in your stomach when he said "it was a date"? Then why did you frowned when those girls said that Wonyoung and Jungwon would make a good couple?

Oh god, do you have feelings for your best friend?

Saturday came faster than you would have liked it to. Ever since that last chat with Jungwon, it gave you the sudden realisation that you did in fact had feelings for your best friend. You tried so hard to avoid him in school because you don't want the butterflies back in your stomach. It was basically confirming the fact that you like him. Well, avoiding him also confirmed the fact but you choose to be in denial about it.

You didn't tell Wonyoung about your study date but lately she's been sending you outfit ideas on Pinterest. Specifically, date outftis. And whenever you tried to ask her a question about school, she brushed you off with a random excuse. So it left you no choice but to save those questions for Jungwon.

Speaking of Jungwon, he had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on the way. You were standing in the middle of your room with your hands on your hips. Both of your parents were out for the day, which left you alone at home. You had taken out the low table to be used later and it was currently in front of you. Colourful workbooks were neatly stacked on top of it.

You did a 360 turn around your room. Was it messy? You cleaned it this morning when you woke up. Did you had any clothes out? No, doesn't look like it. For some reason, you were a nervous wreck. You blamed Jungwon. He just had to call this a date, didn't he.

Should you change? Maybe you should finally look through all those pins Wonyoung sent. Wait, no, why would you have to change into something nice. Jungwon was here to help you study, just that.

Yeah, a study date, your mind emphasised on the word.

The sound of the doorbell pulled you out from your thoughts. You immediately went to open the door. Yang Jungwon stood there on the other side, with his signature smile. Had he always resembled a sheep? He just looked so fluffy.

"Hey!" You greeted him with a smile, internally wincing at your way-too-enthusiastic voice.

But Jungwon didn't seem to mind it. "Hey!" he greeted back.

You moved to the side to let him in. "Thank you for having me," he said as he bowed then proceeded to remove his shoes.

"Uh, do you want anything? Water?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Ah, cool. Let's head to my room," you started to walk back to your room.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"Out," you simply replied.

That was when it dawned upon you, that your parents were not home. Leaving you and Jungwon, alone. Together. In your room. Alone. With the boy you potentially have a crush on.

"Y/N?" Jungwon tapped on your shoulder. You had stopped walking when you were suddenly washed over by your thoughts. Snapping out of it, you sent him a small smile before opening the room to your door.

The both of you shuffled into your bedroom, you sat down in front of the low table while Jungwon settled down next to you. He moved to take out his books then turned to you. "How about we do some studying and if you have any questions, you can ask me okay?" He said.

You nodded and flipped your own workbook open, immediately starting to work on the first question. Jungwon copied your action and a comfortable silence engulfed the both of you. As the time passed, you found yourself stuck on a certain maths question.

You slightly turned your head to the side to look at Jungwon. He was concentrated at doing his work, you felt a sense of deja vu while looking at him. He resembled Wonyoung when she was studying. At the thought of Wonyoung, you suddenly thought of what those girls said at the bathroom.

They would make a good couple, wouldn't they, you thought. The power couple of the year.

The butterflies in your stomach faded away into an uncomfortable feeling. Just the idea of them getting together already made you sick. You bit the inside of your cheek, you really did had feelings for him. And now it scared you because what if he doesn't feel the same. You made a mental note to consult with Wonyoung later, at least you hope that you'll allow yourself to tell her.

Jungwon must've noticed you staring and gently tapped your head with his pencil. A contrast to when Wonyoung painfully flicked your forehead.

"What's wrong? Are you stuck on a question?" He asked.

You leaned back a bit at the sudden action. You were so deep in your insecurities that you had totally forgotten about the literal problem sitting in front of you. Yet you couldn't even bother to ask him so you just shook your head. "I'm gonna get something to drink," you said instead.

Jungwon watched as you stood up, then decided to follow you as well. "I'll come along."

The boy joined you in the kitchen, perched on one of the island stools as you grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He studied your movement as you worked around the kitchen. Your features were neutral, you weren't smiling nor frowning. But he could tell that your shoulders were tensed. Wonyoung was right, you did seem down. And he cursed himself for not noticing earlier.

"You okay?" His question made you stopped in a mid-pour stance, the can of soda was tilted but not enough for the contents to be poured out.

You brushed his question off and poured the drink into the cup. "Yeah," you hummed.

Unconvinced by your answer, he pried more. "You know you shouldn't care about what they say, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, pretending like you didn't understand where he was coming from.

"You're not below us, you know that right?"

You couldn't help but scoffed at his words. Jungwon's lips tugged downwards "I'm being serious here, Y/N," his tone was stern. "You shouldn't listen to what they say. You're more than just-"

The sound of the can being slammed down shuts him up. Your fingers tightened around the can as you looked at him. You didn't had the energy to hear him preach the same old "Don't Listen To Them" speech. You don't need his pity.

"I don't want to hear it, Yang Jungwon," you said through gritted teeth. Not sparing him another glance, you threw the empty can into the trash as you grabbed your glass.

As you walked past Jungwon, he suddenly reached out and held onto your forearm. "Y/N," he said softly. "Please tell me what's wrong."

You sighed and slowly turn around to face him, placing the glass back on the counter. You took in a deep breath before you opened your mouth. "I feel like I'm not enough," you finally said. "Everything I do just doesn't seem enough. All I'm doing is my best but it's just crushing my ego because everyone is telling me that you're better than me."

"I feel like no one wants me and I hate the way I'm perceived. It's always poor Y/N this and poor Y/N that's because everyone just sees me as your shadow and I fucking hate it. I only have two real friends," you gestured wildly. "And lately I'm a nervous wreck cause I keep comparing myself to the two of you. I'm not cool and I'm not smart, and I can't even parallel park!" You threw your hands up in frustration, the feelings you kept inside were pouring out like a waterfall.

Jungwon just stood there as he listened tentatively to every word. He didn't knew that you felt this way, bottling up all your emotions like that.

"And I'm so tired of people telling me to enjoy my youth and that these are the golden years. I might just fucking cry if I hear those words again," you finished ranting. It felt good, it felt like a weight on your heart has been lifted. Then you remembered that you just dumped all of it on Jungwon.

You opened your mouth to apologise to him but he surprised you by pulling him into his arms. At first you were standing stiffly at the sudden contact, but it took a millisecond for you to melt in his embrace. His arms were gently around your back and you returned the hug by wrapping your arms around his torso. The two of you stay in that position for awhile, relishing in each other's embrace. You definitely needed this hug.

Tightening your hold on Jungwon, you realised how important he was to you. He was your best friend and he was always there for you. It was stupid of you to compare yourself to him, when all he did was tried his best for you. The taller boy chuckled when he felt you rubbed your face into his shoulder, he involuntarily released a contented sigh. You felt one of his hands stroked your hair, it felt comforting. That action itself was enough for the butterflies to slowly settled back in you.

After a while, both of you finally (unwillingly) released each other. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears and said, "You're wrong by the way." Which made you tilt your head in genuine confusion.

"You are cool and you are smart. You're like the coolest person I know. And no one thinks of you as our shadow, you don't hear it but I've always hear the juniors praising you for helping them and how enthusiastic you are," the way he delivered his words was filled with pure awe for you.

"And who cares if you can't parallel park. You didn't hear it from but Jay hyung failed his drivers test three times just because he couldn't parallel park," and that got a laugh out from you. Jungwon smiled proudly that he managed to make you laugh. "And you're wrong when you said no one wants you. I want you."

You blinked once, twice and thrice. He wanted you? "You're just saying that cause you're my best friend," you replied.

"No," he firmly said. "I like you, Y/N."

(Jungwon doesn't know where he got this sudden surge of confidence, but the mood was the perfect time for him to confess. It was a one time chance and he had to take it.)

You chuckled. "I like you too, Jungwon. We are friends aren't we?"

"No, Y/N. I like you. More than friends."

"Oh." Oh.

"Yeah," he scratched the back of neck awkwardly. Oh no, did you not feel the same way?

While you on the other hand, were malfunctioning on the inside. Your best friend just confessed to you and you were frozen on the spot. Why couldn't he had done it over text instead. If he had done it over text, then you could've left the message unread and you could've spammed Wonyoung for help. But the thing is that it wasn't over text and you couldn't just tell him to wait here while you panicked to Wonyoung in your bathroom.

Yang Jungwon likes you. And you like him too, right? Because if you didn't, your cheeks won't be heating up right now and your heart would have not be beating rapidly like it was going to break your rib cage any second. If you didn't like him, there would have never been butterflies in your stomach. Yeah. You like Yang Jungwon, you like him a lot.

"Me too," you whispered, it was soft but it was enough for him to pick it up. Jungwon eyes snapped to you, doe eyed filled with hope. "I like you, too," you said, this time louder. And you made sure you looked him in the eye when you confessed.

You watched as Jungwon's mouth morphed into a big grin. He let out a sigh of relief and dropped to his knees, surprising you. "Jungwon!" you squeaked, bending down to help him.

"I'm fine! I'm fine," he assured you as he stood up with your help. The grin on his face was still there. "It's just that … you like me," he breathed out. "You like me back, wow. I-I can't believe it."

Your face was definitely burning with embarrassment. You punched him lightly on the shoulder, turning away to hide your face. "Believe it, you dork. I like you, okay!" Somehow his grin was able to grew wider at your words, Gently, he took your hand in his.

"How about we stop this study date, and I'll take you out on real date?"

© chaeryybomb 2021

a/n: thank you so much for reading this <3

[randomshyperson]

Wanda X Reader - 10 Things I hate about you - Part One

Summary:  Pietro Maximoff is handsome and popular, but he can't date before his twin sister. The problem is that no one can get close to his sister, Wanda Maximoff. To resolve the situation, a girl interested in Pietro bribes a colleague with a mysterious past to go out with Wanda and, who knows, try to win her over. Or The one directly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.

Words:  6.553K  /// Read on AO3 too || Part Two

Warnings: PG, fluff, language; goth wanda is back thank god.

Notes: If English is your native language and I used slang that doesn't make sense at all, forgive me. It is really hard to translate many dialects from Portuguese to English. Anyways enjoy your reading!

You rode your skateboard to school today. Your mother was angry with you and took the keys to your motorcycle while yelling that you were difficult to raise, so you grabbed your backpack and skateboard while slamming the door on your way out.

It didn't take long to get to school, though. 

You absolutely hate this place. Sometimes you get the impression that you are surrounded by completely mental people.

You walked across the parking lot and got off your skateboard, quickly waving to your friend Carol Danvers, who was smoking leaning against the wall of the school building. You would have to talk to them later, as you had a meeting scheduled with the school principal.

Shrugging off the students as you entered the building, you ignored the stares you received and headed toward Ms. Harkness' office.

You entered without knocking because the door was already open, since she was talking to another student, and when the stranger got up she almost tripped over you on her way out. The principal raised her eyes from her notebook to you, and smiled wryly.

- Well, well, Miss Y/L/N. - she said. - I see these encounters of ours are becoming recurrent.

- I like to be around beautiful women, Miss Harkness. - You stated with a charming smile and crossed arms. The woman laughed lightly as she returned her gaze to her notebook.

- Let me see what happened here. - She mumbled to herself, probably trying to find the notes. - Wow, top nudity exhibit in the cafeteria.

You scratched your head impatiently. 

- They were melons, Miss Harkness. - You clarified. - I was making a little joke.

Harkness let out a wry chuckle as she stood up.

- How about you keep them under your blouse, huh? - She scoffed, pointing slightly at the height of your breasts and giving you a wink. You frowned. - Out!

You startled slightly, and Mrs. Harkness giggled, returning to her seat.

You blinked in confusion and turned away, mumbling wryly that she was an excellent professional before you left.

//-//

Carol was waiting for you outside the room, a few feet ahead in the hallway against her own lockers, and you greet her with a kiss on the cheek quickly.

- How did it go today? Did she say anything interesting? - Carol asked with humor in her voice. You leaned your back against the closet, letting out a chuckle.

- No way. - You replied. - She just told me to keep my breasts under my blouse.

Carol laughs lightly, while you check your cell phone. And then she touches your arm lightly. When you raise your eyes to her, she signals the corridor.

- New faces. - She nods, and you notice that it's the same girl who bumped into you in the Harkness room. Now she is accompanied by Bruce Banner, who was clearly showing her around.

- Wow, people keep choosing to come to this place. - You mock, making your friend laugh a little.Carol then checks the clock on her wrist and signals that she needs to get to her history class.  You say goodbye to her, but get distracted by your cell phone again, and then the bell rings, and you have to run to get to the literature room on the other side of the building.

//-//

You stumble into the room, and all the students turn to look at you.

- What have I missed? - you ask, trying to normalize your breathing after running through the halls.

- The oppressive patriarchal values that determine our education. - replied a girl you didn't know.

- Nice. - You grumble with a slight laugh, as you hurry to sit in the back of the room.

- You must love detention, don't you, Miss Y/L/N? This is your third delay this week. - commented the teacher as soon as you sat down. Several giggles were heard, but you didn't pay much attention. You threw your bag on the chair and tried to pretend that you were interested in whatever Professor Fury was teaching.

- Professor Fury, any chance you could ask Wanda to take her Midol before coming to class? - scoffed Pepper Potts, one of the most popular and insufferable girls at this school. You rolled your eyes at the teasing, and leaned back as the rest of the class giggled.

- One of these days Mrs. Maximoff is going to punch you in the nose, and I'm not going to do anything to stop her. - Fury replied seriously, wiping the ironic smile off Potts' face. - And Wanda, I want to thank you for your point of view. I know how hard it must have been to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. It must be hard. - He sneered and then started walking toward the girl who was probably Wanda. - But the next time you protest about demanding better food, or whatever it is that white kids protest about, ask them why they don't buy books written by black people!

You let out a little laugh, and Professor Fury looked at you seriously.

- Do you find something funny, Miss? 

You shrugged, straightening your posture.

- Sorry to interrupt your speech, Mr. Fury. - You say. - But you're blaming Wanda for something she has no control over. Wouldn't it be better to suggest books written by black women, instead of separating the fights?

Professor Fury blinks in irritation at you, while Wanda looks in your direction, looking surprised.

- Out. Principal office. - says the professor, and you blink in surprise. - Both of you, by the way! You pissed me off!

You grumble, and grab your backpack and leave the room, with Wanda following behind. But you don't speak to her, and when you leave the room, you go to opposite sides of the hallway, since you had no intention of seeing the principal at all.

//-//

You ended up skipping the last two classes of the day while sneaking a smoke with Carol behind the bleachers of the soccer field. 

And then you accepted the ride home that she offered you.

- See you tomorrow, troublemaker. - She said good-bye, and you just nodded as you walked toward the front door.

Your mother was at home, sitting at her computer in the living room, and you thought maybe you could sneak past her, but as soon as you closed the door she turned around with her arms crossed.

- The school called. - She said as she stood up, and you let out an impatient sigh as you threw your backpack on the floor by the door. - Are you trying to get suspended?

- Oh yeah, that's my dream. - You scoff, walking toward the kitchen.

- You're going to be grounded.

- I'm already grounded. - You retort softly, and your mother walks over to the counter. 

- You think I'm kidding? - She exclaims angrily, and then she's heading down the hall, and you're curious what she's going to do, so you follow her through the house to the garage. You look impassive as she glances around, but then she grabs a hammer and screwdriver from the cabinet and heads for her motorcycle. Your whole body tenses up, but before you can do anything, your mother is breaking your bike.

- You've gone crazy! - You shout as you run toward her, but she turns threateningly toward you with the objects pointed in your direction

- No more fighting! - she shouts. - You're not going anywhere on this damn motorcycle, do you hear me? You are grounded until college.

And then she throws the tools on the floor, and leaves the garage. You take a deep breath, trying not to break everything in front of you, and turn to your motorcycle. Some parts were broken, but you could fix them. The problem would be having the money to do it.

//-//

Tuesday started with biology. And you were really pissed off about the whole thing with your mom and your motorcycle. The professor asked the groups to dissect frogs, and the damn scalpel he handed out wasn't cutting anything. So you grabbed your knife hidden in your boot, and angrily pierced the animal. 

- You've lost your mind, put that away! - ordered Carol sitting next to you as she looked around to see if the teacher had seen. You let out an angry sigh and put the item away.

You were bored, and you smoked when you were bored. So you turned the valve on the experimental flame on the bench while putting a cigarette in your mouth, and walked over to light it.

- Girl, what's the matter with you today? - Carol asked impatiently, closing the valve and taking the cigarette out of your mouth.

You mumbled without answering, and she let out a dry laugh before going back to writing. Your gaze wandered around the room and you thought that the new girl and Bruce Banner were looking at you from the table in front of you, but they looked away quickly, so you got distracted again.

//-//

The next class was better because it kept your hands busy. Mechanics with Professor Howard Stark was interesting as he allowed the students to experiment as much as they wanted. 

At this moment you were welding a car part while trying not to burn your fingers when you heard a female voice next to you.

- Hi, how are you? - the girl said, and as you turned you realized that it was the new student. You frowned confused, you don't talk to anyone. You thought you should have an aggressive posture, because the girl's voice trembled a little, and then she quickly said good-bye and left the room. You shook your head and went back to concentrating on the lesson.

- What the hell was that all about? - Carol asked from beside you, and you shrugged.

- I told you there are only crazy people in this school. - You remarked with amusement.

- But we go here. - She retorted with a smile.

- Exactly.

Carol laughed and turned her attention back to her own activity.

//-//

In Gym class, the teacher took all the students to the outdoor field, where the rugby team was practicing. He was more concerned about the girls' performance, so he let the rest of the class do as they pleased. Then you and Carol sat down on one of the benches, while you shared a cigarette.

And you had about ten minutes of peace before Pepper Potts and one of her friends came to talk to you.

- Hey, what's up? - asked the blonde, and you looked at her with irony.

- Are you lost? - You replied aggressively, but she didn't seem intimidated.

- See that girl over there? - She said, pointing quickly toward the field. You followed her direction, and it was the same girl from literature class. - That's Wanda Maximoff. I want you to go out with her.

You laughed, shaking your head, and then took a drag on your cigarette.

- As if, preppy. - You denied it as you exchanged a look with Carol, who was grinning in disbelief.

But Pepper was not joking.

- Look, I can't go out with her hot brother until she dates. - She clarifies. - Their father is kind of crazy, he made a rule...

- Touching. Really. I'm moved. - You mock without patience. - But that's not my problem.

- Would it be your problem if you were paid a nice fee?

You let out a dry laugh, looking at her in surprise.

- Are you going to pay me to go out with someone? - you ask, and Potts has a smile on her face as she nods in agreement. You laugh again. - How much?

- Twenty dollars.

You raise your eyebrows, really considering this for a second. And then you look toward the field, and watch as Wanda fouls a girl to the ground, and you swallow dryly. This girl was going to eat you alive.

- Okay, how about 30 bucks? - Potts next suggests when she sees the foul. 

You thought about the parts of your motorcycle that you would have to buy. And you licked your lips before you spoke.

- Let's take a good look at this. - You start. - If I take her to the movies, it will be fifteen dollars. And if we buy popcorn, it's fifty dollars. I like to buy candy for the girls, so it would be about seventy-five.

- This is not a negotiation. - Potts retorts angrily. - Take it or leave it, mutt.

You let out a humorless laugh. 

- But I think it is, Potts. - You retort, smoking your cigarette again. - Or I'll go over there now and tell Wanda your whole touching little tale.

Potts blinks in irritation, and lets out a wry laugh. But then she relaxes her posture.

- Eighty dollars. - she says. You smile, throwing the cigarette on the floor and putting it out with your foot. 

- Deal, Hollywood. - You tell her, and raise your hand in her direction. Potts rolls her eyes, but takes the money from her pocket and hands it to you.

She and her friend then leave, and you settle into your seat.

- You're crazy. - Carol declares afterwards.

- Yes, I know. - You say, brushing your hair out of your eyes with your hands. - But I need new parts. It'll be harmless, it's just a date.

- I hope you're right. - She comments with a laugh, turning her attention back to the field. And then practice ends, and you exchange a look with Carol before getting up and walking toward the players' benches.

You assume your most charming pose as you approach Wanda.

- Hey, pretty girl. - You greet her with a smile as she drinks water from a bottle. She frowns in surprise, and has a wry smile on her face. - What's up?

- I'm sweating like a pig, how are you? - She answers wryly, and you smile awkwardly.

- Wow, that sounds attractive. - You reply in the same tone, watching her put the bottle of water in her backpack on the bench.

- Oh, yes. My goal in life is to look attractive all the time. - She scoffs, frowning. - But I guess it works, since I got your attention. The world makes sense again.

She starts walking toward the exit of the camp, and you are a bit taken aback by the irony, but hurry to keep up with her.

- I'll pick you up on Friday, then. - You tell her, and Wanda lets out a laugh.

- Sure, Friday. - She wryly continues walking.

- Hey, it's the night I take you to places you've never seen.

- To a convenience store on Broadway? - She replies with irony. - Girl, do you even know my name?

You laugh.

- Wanda. - You answer, but she doesn't seem impressed. - And I know more than you know.

- I doubt it. I doubt it very much. - She said ironically and you stopped following her, biting your lip as you watched her walk off the field.

//-//

Your first attempt to get a date with Wanda had not gone well at all, but you are optimistic. And then, on Saturday of that same week, while you and Carol were at the laundromat on the corner of your houses, she nodded slightly outside through the window.

- Isn't that the car of the girl you're being paid to date? - She mocked, and you sighed.

- Don't talk like that. - you said as you put the coins in the washing machine. - It makes me sound like a psychopath.

She laughed without looking at you, kneeling on the waiting couch as she looked out the window.

- I think I should look for a new rejection. - You grumble, handing Carol some coins. - Take care of my clothes while I go talk to her, please.

Carol nods in agreement as you leave the establishment. Crossing the street, you look in the direction of Wanda's car. It is nice, and you are watching the tires as she arrives.

- Are you following me? - She asks with a mixture of aggressiveness and surprise. 

- What? Of course not! - You deny it, but with the suspicious look on her face, you try to add. - I was in the laundry room, smarty-pants. I saw your car, and wanted to say hello.

She lets out a sigh, and shrugs her shoulders, heading for the door. You hurry to stand in front of her, a charming smile on your lips.

- I notice that you don't talk much. - You remark, and Wanda frowns, crossing her arms.

- It depends on the subject. - She says. - Talking about the tires on my car doesn't cause me a verbal frenzy.

- You're not afraid of me, are you? - you ask, and she looks at you incredulously.

- Why would I be afraid of you?

- Most people are. - You retort, and Wanda rolls her eyes with irony.

- Well, I don't.

You smile and move a little closer.

- Not afraid, but I bet you've imagined me naked, haven't you? - You tease and give a little wink. Wanda keeps her face almost angry.

- Wow, is it that obvious? - She retorts. - I want you so bad, baby.

She mocks last before bending down slightly and opening the car door, pushing you with the metal.

You let out an impatient sigh as you step back, and she gets into the car and prepares to leave. You stand with your arms folded trying to think how exactly you are going to make this work.

And then Pepper Potts parks her car right behind Wanda's, preventing her from leaving, while the blonde steps out of the vehicle with a smiling, arrogant posture.

- My God, is it idiots' day today? - Wanda complains from inside the car. When Pepper passes by her window, she shouts: - Do you mind girl?

- Not even a little, bitch. - Potts retorts without looking at her as she walks away. 

But then Wanda is backing the car up, and the next moment Pepper's red Cadillac has a big bump mark on the side. You laugh in surprise, not believing that she had actually hit the car.

- My God, you are completely crazy! - Potts shouts as she observes the impact. 

- Oops. - You hear Wanda scoff.

You laughed again, before going back to the laundry room. 

//-//

It was Monday again, and you were trying to have a quiet day. But while you were putting your books away in your locker, Potts approached you.

- When I pay for something, I expect results. - She says, and you close the closet to brace yourself against it.

- I'm trying.

- Watching that lunatic destroy my car doesn't count as a date. - She retorts with mild irritation. - If you don't go out with her, I won't get Pietro. Then get something soon, okay?

That girl's audacity pissed you off. 

- I just raised the price. - You tell her, and she looks at you in disbelief.

- Excuse me?

- One hundred and fifty dollars a date. - You say. - In advance.

- Forget it. - She said angrily, turning away.

- Then forget about her brother.

Potts lets out a grumble and then turns to you again, hurrying to get the money.

- Does this kid have a gold dick by any chance? - You scoff, and Potts gives you the middle finger, making you laugh.

- You better get the date, sister. - She says, and you just smile before heading off in the direction of the mechanics' classroom.

//-//

You were trying to find the correct melting point for one of the tools when you were approached by the same girl as the last time you had mechanics. 

- I know what you are trying to do with Wanda Maximoff. - She announces, and you let out a wry chuckle as you continue your attention to the tools in front of you.

- Really? And what are you going to do about it?

- Help you.

You blink in surprise as you raise a large metal bar at your eye level to identify its features.

- Why? - you ask, and it is not the girl who speaks next.

- The situation is that my friend Monica, is in love with Pietro Maximoff. - A male voice speaks, and then you look quickly to identify Bruce Banner.

- God, this kid must really have a gold cock. - You mumble with irony as you place the iron bar on the table, and take off your protective gloves.

- Believe me when I tell you that Monica's love is pure, she wants to date him. - Banner explains as you walk to another table in the room, looking for your notes. - Unlike Pepper Potts, who only wants to use him as a trophy.

- Look, I'm only in this for the money. I don't give a shit who Potts is fucking. - You respond without patience, and Monica seems to get irritated with you, but Banner calms her down.

You make some notes regarding the lesson and walk over to the table to analyze the pictures of the tools as you organize them. Monica and Banner follow you.

- Listen, Y/N, we are the ones who planned this story so that Monica and Pietro could date. - Banner says. - Potts is just the go-between.

You laugh with surprise.

- And you are going to help me win Wanda over?

- That's right. - They both say in unison. You turn your attention back to the materials in front of you.

- We will investigate what she likes. - Banner says. - You need our help.

Bruce smiled amiably, and you laughed at the posture he assumed.

- Look, we'll start here. - He began by pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. - On Friday, Stephen Strange is having a party. It's the perfect opportunity.

- Perfect for what? - you ask, looking at him.

- For you to invite Wanda. - He clarifies, and you sigh impatiently, already tired of this conversation.

- I'll think about it. - You say finally and walk to the other side of the room, and this time, they don't follow you.

//-//

It was Wednesday, and you and your friends went to a bar to play a bit of pool shortly after school. Your mother had no idea you were here, but she was working, so she wouldn't know.

You got a text message from Bruce, wanting to meet you along with Monica, and you laughed when you sent the location. They really weren't the kind of people who hang around this place.

You were upstairs, drinking some beer when you saw them come in, and nodding slightly to Carol, you went downstairs and walked over to them.

- So, what do you have for me? - you asked, leaning against a wall.

- Before we get started, I have a question. - says Bruce. - Is it true that you are on probation?

You laugh in surprise.

- What?

- Bruce, shut up. - said Monica, tapping her colleague on the shoulder. And then she turned to you. - First thing, Wanda hates smokers.

- Okay, I hate them too.

You mock, but Monica and Bruce look serious, so you sigh, and take out of your pocket your cigarette case, handing it to the girl.

- There is another problem, Pietro told me that Wanda likes pretty girls. 

They look at you for a moment and you frown.

- Are you saying that I'm not pretty? - you ask, straightening your posture.

- You are beautiful! Monica, she's so beautiful, what are you saying? - hurried Bruce almost in terror. You wanted to laugh.

Monica nods quickly in agreement, and you lean back against the wall.

- Look, I made a list. - She hastens to say, pulling a piece of paper from her shirt pocket. - Wanda's tastes are: Sokovian food, feminist poetry, punk and alternative music. And there is a list of the CDs she had in her room.

She says, handing the paper to you. You let out a sigh.

- So should I buy some soup, a book, and ear plugs for some really noisy concert?

They both shrug, smiling slightly.

- Have you ever been to the Skrull Club, west side of town? - Banner asks.

You chuckle.

- It's a nice place, but not really my style.

- Well, it will have to be. - says Monica. - Her favorite group is playing there tomorrow night.

You run your fingers through your hair, sighing.

- Come on, Y/N, it's only for one night. - says Banner. - We're sure she'll be there, Mon found the tickets.

- She also has a black lingerie set. - Added Monica and you frown with confusion.

- Why is this relevant? - You asked, and Monica looked away, looking embarrassed. You laughed lightly, but didn't push it. Then you looked at both of them. - Okay, I'll drop by.

Bruce and Monica both let out excited exclamations and then waved goodbye. You laughed and shook your head, wondering what you had gotten yourself into.

//-//

The Skrull Club was generally frequented by the punk crowd in town, many women from extremist feminist movements hung out here. But in general it was a pretty diverse crowd of rockers, punks, goths and allies. And the drink was cheap.

You received a few curious glances as you walked through the dimly lit corridors of the nightclub, but it was more because these clubs were generally frequented by the same people, and you’re a familiar face.

The place was very crowded, and you had to dodge a lot of people until you reached the main dance floor, trying to find Wanda.

You smiled when you finally saw her, in the first row, dancing with a girl who was also from your school. You thought she looked pretty, in her black dress and red jacket, plus a knee-length black stocking and dark boots on her feet. She might have looked intimidating, but she was still very pretty.

You don't quite understand why your heart races at the image of her dancing and smiling, so you think it best to get a drink, and turn toward the bar.

You sit there, trying to decide how you are going to approach her, but then Wanda is coming toward the bar, and you disguise yourself by looking the other way.

- You don't give up, do you? - She says as soon as she sees you. And walks over to where you are sitting. - If you're planning on asking me out, you can just give up!

- Do you mind? I'm trying to hear the music. - You hit back without looking at her.

-You're not surrounded by your typical cloud of smoke. -She comments after a moment, and you take a sip of the drink you ordered before answering.

- Yes, I quit. They say it's bad for your health. - You say it with a slight irony.

- Do you think so? - Wanda looks slightly surprised, and you give her a short smile before standing up.

- These guys aren't the Kree's, but they play well. - You comment on her favorite band before heading off toward the dance floor. Wanda hurries to follow you.

- Do you know who the Kree's are? - she asks in surprise.

- Why, you don't know? - You reply with irony.

She doesn't answer, looking mildly impressed. You smile briefly.

- I was watching you dance. - You comment as the band is finishing the song. - I don't think I've ever seen you so sexy.

And then the song ends exactly with your line, and the whole club hears you. Several people giggle, and you feel your cheeks heat up, but Wanda laughs too, and that relaxes you.

- Come to Stephen Strange's party with me. - You ask her. And she tilts her head slightly to the side, still smiling.

- You never give up, do you?

And then another song starts, and Wanda is coming back to the front of the stage.

- Is that a yes? - you shout at her.

- No!

- Was that a no?

It takes a second, but she shouts back.

- No!

You grin.

- See you at 9:30! - You shout to her before she disappears into the crowd. 

You're smiling all the way home.

//-//

You were early. But you were so anxious about it that you left the house as quickly as possible. 

And then you arrived at Wanda's door, but as soon as you went to knock, she opened it.

- What are you doing here? - she asked in surprise.

- 9:30. - You answer. - Yeah, well, I'm early.

- Whatever, I'm driving. - She says and then you look into the house and see Pietro Maximoff with a kangaroo baby carrier outfit occupied with a doll and frown.

- May I ask what that is? - You remark, and Wanda just rolls her eyes at the scene, then turns to you.

- My father is a little neurotic about this whole pregnancy thing. - She answers and walks outside. You both wait for Pietro.

- At least he doesn't use a real baby. - You joke and Wanda smiles. But then Pietro leaves the house, looking slightly annoyed, and you hurry to Wanda's car.

It doesn't take long to get to the party.

The place was packed. Probably the whole school was here. And as soon as Wanda found a parking place, Pietro got out and disappeared into the crowd.

You decided to accompany Wanda as she entered the house. You went toward the second floor, and you lost sight of Wanda when a girl jumped on you, completely drunk and trying to kiss you.

- Wow, slow down there. - You said, helping her sit up. You found several empty and sealed bottles of water in one of the liquor containers around the house and handed one to her. - I want you to drink it all, okay?

The girl whimpered in confusion, but you waited. She seemed better, but you handed her another bottle just to be sure.

- Hey Peggy, I found you! - said a skinny boy you didn't know, walking up to you. He frowned, slightly startled, when he noticed you.

- Are you a friend of hers? - You asked him with distrust, and he nodded, looking mildly frightened.

- Yes, he is. This is Steve. - mumbled the girl sitting up, looking like she had a headache. - Thanks for the water, by the way.

- No problem. - You say. - Are you feeling well enough to be alone?

She nods slightly as she speaks:

- Yes, yes. Steve will take care of me now. Thanks again.

And then you patted Steve on the arm, and left the two of them, walking back through the crowd.

It took you many minutes to find Wanda again, because the party is so crowded. And when you reached her, she was pouring a glass of drink into her mouth.

- Hey, I've been looking all over for you. - You announce mildly annoyed. - What the hell are you doing?

- Getting drunk! - she answers ironically. - Isn't that what people are supposed to do at a party?

- I don't know, you do whatever you want to do. - You retort, and Wanda raises her eyebrows.

- Very funny. You're the only one who says that. - She says as she turns away. - See you later.

Wanda leaves walking through the party, and you see her grab another drink glass on the way.

You think you heard someone yell fight while you were walking through the party, and then the crowd moved, but you didn't go toward the people. 

You are very angry, and impatient, wanting to be spending this evening with Wanda, but she doesn't seem interested. 

And then you were walking back the way you came, and you ran into the same couple as before, only now they were kissing. You laughed lightly, the boy looked shy. You decided to stay out of their way, and went downstairs, only to run into Wanda again.

- Hey, why don't you let me have this one. - You spoke up as you noticed what must have been one of the many glasses of booze she had taken, and you raised your arm to pick it up, but Wanda was quicker, moving the glass away.

- No! This one is mine! - she grumbled, clearly drunk, trying to push you away. But you managed to take her glass, and she let out an annoyed sigh.

As you put the glass on a small table, she walked away again, and before you could follow, Pepper was at your side.

- Girl, how did you manage to do that? - she asked, looking excited. You frowned.

- What are you talking about?

- You made a freak act like a human being. - She commented with irony, but you weren't even paying attention anymore. Your gaze raced across the room after Wanda, and then someone turned on the radio in the next room and the crowd screamed attracting your attention.

You exclaimed in surprise when you noticed Wanda dancing on a table, without the jacket she was wearing earlier. Pepper ran in the same direction, joining in the shouts of celebration from the crowd around the table. 

Walking towards the table you were a mixture of irritation, disbelief and embarrassment. Wanda was completely drunk, dancing sensually to the music, while people whistled and watched intently. She had her eyes closed, not even seeming to notice her surroundings.

And then she made a badly calculated move, and hit her head on the chandelier on the table. You were quick enough to catch her when she fell.

- Okay, that was enough. - You grumbled, helping her to her feet. - Are you okay?

- I'm fine! - she replied, but she could barely walk. You kept her from falling while grabbing the jacket she had thrown to the ground.

- Yeah, you're not fine. - You said. - Let's get out of here.

- I just need to lie down. - She mumbled, letting you hold her around the waist as you led her through the crowd.

- If you lie down, you'll sleep. - You say. - You can't sleep after hitting your head.

Wanda giggled.

- So many words. - She complained, and you thought it best to sit her down somewhere.

You reached the outside, as crowded as the house, but you managed to find a space in the garden for her to sit, and helped her to the bench. Wanda put her hand on her head where she had hit it.

- Hey, I need to talk to you. - Called Monica, walking up to you suddenly.

- I'm kinda busy. - You retorted, looking at Wanda.

- Five minutes, it's important.

You sighed, and took one last look at Wanda before walking away with Monica.

- Look, the deal is off, okay? - she said, and you blinked in confusion. - Pietro never wanted to be with me. He just wanted to have sex with Pepper.

You really didn't have the energy for that right now.

- Monica, where did all this come from now, huh? Weren't you two sneaking around together?

- I thought I was having a good time, but I saw them both at the party. - She explained, and you sighed impatiently.

- Hey, you like this boy don't you? - you asked, and she looked away, nodding. - And he's worth all this stuff you're doing?

- I thought so but...

- Yes or no?  - She swallowed hard, and you assumed a serious posture. - Listen, Pepper Potts is not half as good as you, and you never let anyone make you think that you don't deserve something. Okay? 

Monica nodded, looking surprised. You turned your face toward Wanda quickly.

- Look, I have to go. - You said as you turned and helped Wanda to her feet.

On the way out you made sure to grab one of the bottles of water you found in the barrels.

You let her rest her arm on your shoulder to keep from falling, while your arm went around her waist. You dragged her across the street, and you ended up climbing a small hill in the mansion area that ended at a playground.

- Why are you doing this? - she grumbled.

- I said, you might have a concussion. - You retorted. Wanda broke free of you and started trying to walk ahead. You kept your attention to catch her in case she fell.

- You don't even care if I don't wake up.

You let out a chuckle, stopping her from falling next.

- That's not true.

- Why not?

- Because then I'd have to date girls who like me. - You respond with humor.

- If you could find one. - She retorts, and you have a smile on your lips when you answer.

- Oh, see. Who needs affection when I get hate?

- I just need to sit for a while. - She says, closing her eyes for a moment, and you help her sit down on one of the swings behind you. She falls off balance a second after you put her there, but you are quick to help her stay seated.

- Jesus. - You sigh as you stop her from falling, and then sit down on the swing beside her while Wanda laughs lightly. - So, why do you let yourself be affected?

- By whom? - she asks.

- Potts.

Wanda looks away, shaking her head.

- I hate her.

You let out a tired sigh.

- Well, you have chosen the perfect revenge. Intravenous tequila. - You joke, making her laugh.

- It's what they say.... - She begins to speak while you are looking away, and with the momentary silence you stare back, startled to find her asleep. You get up hastily, touching her face.

- Hey, Wanda! Wake up! Come on, open your eyes! - You called out, patting her face lightly. 

Wanda blinked, opening her eyes, and you let out a sigh of relief. And then you took your hands away from her face and stood up, while she continued to look at you.

- I like your eyes. - She says with a shy smile. And you smile too, but then she throws up on your shoes the next second and the moment is broken. You laugh incredulously, but pat her on the back.

- Time to go home, punk. - You comment softly.

It takes a moment for Wanda to calm down, and you hand her the bottle of water you got. Then you walk to her car, and she hands you the keys.

Just as you are about to arrive at her house many minutes after, she speaks again:

- I should do that. - She comments still sounding drunk. 

- Do what?

- That. - She says, pointing to the radio. A rock song was playing.

- Start a band?

- No, install radios in cars. - She retorted with irony, and you laughed lightly. - Starting a band of course. My dad would love it.

You then stop the car in front of her house. 

- You don't seem to be the type to ask your father's permission to do things. - You comment as you take out the keys.

Wanda blinks in surprise.

- So now you know me?

- I'm trying. 

- People only know that I scare them.

- Yeah, I know the feeling. - You comment with a wry smile. Wanda looks at you with an intensity that makes your stomach turn. - So, your father looks tough.

- No, he just wants me to be someone I'm not. - She says, shaking her head slightly.

- Who?

- Pietro. - She answers with a frown. You let out an understanding sigh.

- No offense, I know everyone likes your brother and all, but he's a pretty shallow guy. - You say and Wanda looks at you in surprise, but then she has a little smile on her face.

- You know... you're not as obnoxious as I thought. - She says, making you laugh slightly. And then she looks at you like that again, and brings your faces together, closing her eyes. You swallow dryly, ignoring your nervousness, and look at the steering wheel.

- I think we should do this another time. - You say, and Wanda looks at you in disbelief, as you twiddle your fingers nervously. She frowns and looks ahead, then opens the car door and gets out.

You sit there for several minutes, hoping that Wanda won't be even more irritated with you than she usually is.

[collecting-stories]

She’s Kinda Hot - Sarah Cameron

Request: omg i really wish i could write but, can you do one with sarah and kind of like kie reader(rich but hang out with the pogues)where they are enemies and are stuck together for a project and the reader keeps annoying sarah to make her mad and the reader tells sarah she’s hot when she’s mad and then they end up getting together or something. sorry this is really long this is also my first time requesting so i’m kinda new lo

A/N: I really freaking love Sarah Cameron. That is all. Enjoy the fic. 

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Sarah was pretty sure that there was one of those personal rain clouds hanging directly over her head as she sat in math class with you. Who even assigned school projects in math class? Wasn’t that kind of thing reserved for english or science? But no, her math teacher...your math teacher...decided that a project to highlight Women in Math was a brilliant idea for Women’s History Month and, in an even greater stroke of genius, she stuck Sarah and you together as partners. It was all your fault really, that was all Sarah kept thinking as she stared across the classroom at the side of your head. That if you hadn’t walked into class late, in the middle of assignments, Sarah would’ve ended up with the next person alphabetically behind Cameron. Instead, she was stuck with you. 

“Why don’t we just split the assignment into parts and then put it together at the end?” Sarah suggested, after the bell rang and she managed to chase you down the hall of the kook academy to your locker.  

“Why not just work together?” You replied, shrugging a shoulder as if it shouldn’t be the worst thing that could ever happen to Sarah to be paired together for the project.

“I’d rather not.”

“Cause you broke up with me-”  

Sarah hushed you immediately, covering your mouth with her hand and looking back and forth down the crowded hallway. “You know what happened!”  

You pushed Sarah’s hand away and rolled your eyes, “well too bad princess, I need this grade so you’re gonna have to deal with seeing me.” You said, “everyday. After school.”  

“That’s bullshit,” Sarah snapped, following after you when you shut your locker and started down the hallway to your next class, “you do not need that fucking grade! You’re at like, the top of the class.”  

“Are you the teacher?” you asked, looking back at her. “Don’t worry Sarah, I promise I’ll stay six feet away and I won’t try to tempt you. Wouldn’t want anyone to find out you’re into girls.” You said, whispering the last part so only she could hear it.  

Sarah stopped in her tracks, watching you walk the rest of the way to your class. She wanted to scream after you, that wasn’t the reason. That wasn’t why she’d totally annexed you from her life. It wasn’t just that she knew this project was going to get her in deep shit, it was that she was one hundred percent positive that she would not be able to work with you without letting her feelings get the better of her.  

It wasn’t like the kook academy was a big place, there wasn’t exactly room to avoid you completely, but Sarah had done a pretty decent job so far. Even when the two of you crossed paths in class, and it happened more than Sarah would’ve preferred, she managed to keep herself away from you. At least until now, she was stuck with you as her partner for some ridiculous math project. She’d been banking on you wanting as little to do with her as she tried to have with you but instead you seemed totally fine. Unbothered by everything that went down between the two of you.  

She thought about asking Kiara what she would do but Sarah could already hear her best friend telling her that she wasn’t going to take sides. Kiara was friends with both of you and the most advice she would ever offer was “I don’t get what happened between you two anyway”.  

No, asking Kiara wouldn’t work. Sarah would have to resign herself to this project. She could this. It was just a three-week project. She could survive three weeks with you.  

“Hey, if I get lunch, what’d’ya want?” You asked, hanging your head off of Sarah’s bed and holding your phone out so you could tap through your doordash app.  

Sarah wanted to scream, it was still half-way through the first week and you had been to her house three times in as many days, spending your after-school hours driving her crazy. She was pretty sure that you were doing this on purpose.  

“It’s almost 5:30,” Sarah replied, not looking up from her laptop, “I think lunch is over.”

“Dinner then.” You said.  

“No. I don’t want dinner.” She snapped, “and I don’t want lunch or whatever else...I just want to finish this project.”

“We’ve got like, two weeks left Sarah,” you pointed out, rolling over onto your stomach and looking at her across the room, “just chill out.”  

You knew you were pushing Sarah’s buttons but you couldn’t help it. When things between the two of you had gone bad, when she’d told you that it was over and, worse than that, it was a mistake, you had been heartbroken. There wasn’t a better word for it. You hated how upset you’d been after Sarah broke it off with you but when things settled, you couldn’t deny that there was still something there. Little looks, fleeting in the hallway, moments you caught her staring and you knew she caught you too. It felt like boiling tension, the same way it had before, when you’d gotten together.  

“Chill out?” She huffed, “you’ve been at my house all week driving me fucking nuts and now you tell me to ‘chill out’. No, you need to help me with this fucking project!”  

You sat up on the bed, unable to contain the smile as you looked over at Sarah, “god, I totally forgot how insanely hot you are when you’re pissed off.”  

Sarah tossed her pencil across the room at you, “will you knock it off. You always pull this shit with me.”

“What shit?” You almost laughed, “you’re the one who told me that dating was an ‘accident’ and you were ‘confused about your feelings’. What am I doing, exactly, to pull shit with you? If anything, Sarah, you leading me on was pretty much exactly that.”  

“I wasn’t leading you on.” She groaned, flicking her hair over her shoulder the way she always did when she was pissed with something someone said to her. “What was I supposed to do anyway?” She said, voice dropping lower so no one would hear her. You might’ve been in her closed bedroom but if there was one thing you’d learned about Tanny Hill it was that someone was always listening. “Do you know what my family would do if they found out?”

“Found out that you were dating...basically a pogue? Or dating a girl?” You deadpanned, raising an eyebrow at her in question. You knew what the answer was. Sarah had been trying to live up to every expectation that Ward set for her from the moment she was born. She was always trying to make up for Rafe or Wheezie doing something to upset him by making sure she never did. And while other people dating whoever they wanted was totally fine with him, his favorite daughter, his pride and joy, dating a girl...maybe if it’d been Wheezie a few years down the line. But not Sarah, who was supposed to date a rich kook and go to UNC and marry the same rich kook and they could have a couple kids and buy a big house near his. He’d been planning it all out for her since before she was born and you had thrown a wrench in that plan.  

“It’s a delicate subject.”

“No,” you laughed and shook your head, “your dad’s a total homophobe. What’s he got against two super-hot girls dating each other?”

“When one of them is his daughter, I don’t think it’s at the top of his approved list.” She replied. “We should be working on this project anyway...I want a good grade and so do you.”

“Sarah-”

“No. Cause you’ll say something that you know I wanna hear and then you’ll do the stupid slow walk over to my chair and put your hands on the arm rests and I’ll be totally defenseless and then I’ll do something I totally regret...like kissing you.” Sarah said, “or letting you kiss me.”

“You’d totally regret it if we kissed?” You asked. “Positive?”

“Yes I’m positive.”

“We could test it out? Just to make sure?”

“No.”  

You shrugged, grabbing your math text off the bed and setting it on your lap again, “okay, I guess we should get back to work then.”

“What?” Sarah almost sounded shocked and really she shouldn’t have been. She should’ve known when the teacher put the two of you together for the project that this was exactly where she would end up at some point within the three weeks. Though really, she’d held out a lot longer than she ever thought she would be able to. “That’s it? You’re just going back to the project?”

“You said that’s what you wanted to do.”

She groaned and tugged at the roots of her hair for a second before looking at you, “you are the most frustrating, annoying, dense person in the entire world and I cannot believe that we-”

While she reamed you out, you had put your book aside and gotten up, going over to her and doing exactly what she said you would. You put your hands on the armrests of her desk chair and you leaned in and kissed her mid-sentence. “Is that what I was supposed to do?” You asked, pulling away just enough to see her face.  

Sarah wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you toward her and forcing you to stabilize yourself with a knee on the side of her leg, practically sitting on her lap. “Something like that.” She finally said, “though I would’ve appreciated a little warning.”

“Oh, sorry, you seemed stressed,” you replied, feigning innocence, “I just wanted to help you relax.”

“Is stressed the word?” She joked, tension melting as she brushed her nose against yours. She leaned forward so your foreheads were touching, her eyelashes just ghosting a touch on your cheeks when she closed her eyes for a split second.  

“Extremely hot? Sexy...a major turn on.” You joked, kissing her again. “God, imagine if you’d been paired with like...Topper for this? You’d be kissing him right now.”

“Stop trying to ruin the moment and kiss me.” Sarah laughed.

[kinzavskpop]

shakespeare in love || w.kh

alternatively known as: the one where hendery falls in love with his co-director while putting on romeo and juliet pairing: director!hendery x director!reader genres/AUs: fluff, humour, coworkers to lovers, secret admirer!au, highschool!au warnings: one mention of food, one mention of weapons, shakespeare references, idk if this counts but there are spoilers for romeo and juilet???, everyone shares a single brain cell a/n: hendery is so cute I just had to write this and I wanted to get it out on his birthday but I forgot :(( also this was HIGH KEY inspired by Juliet by LMNT lmfao

tags/networks: @pretty-neos @houseofincantations​ 

“romeo and juliet can suck it” is the first thing you hear hendery say when you enter the auditorium

wong kunhang, nicknamed hendery, is probably the only person in the history of every high school drama department to get put in charge of directing a play because of how much he hates it

Hendery’s hatred for romeo and juliet runs DEEP

Like if a zombie apocalypse ever happened hendery would personally seek out Shakespeare’s undead brainless corpse JUST to be the one to re-kill him deep

And when hendery is this passionate about something, he will not shut. up.

Hendery, from his seat at the back of the class: “this entire play is written about horny Italian teens!!“

This also meant that he disrupted class

A lot

It’s not like he does it on purpose though, he genuinely doesn’t see the point in studying plays that have very little relevance to modern society

“There’s no way this is about teenagers” “it literally says that juliet is fourteen” “if she’s fourteen how come there’s not a single mention about pimples in the entire play hm? when my sister got her first pimple she CRIED ok I call bullshit”

But it’s after another one of his stupid comments in you guys’ shared English class that you really start wondering why he hates it so much

You see, you and kunhang have known each other for a few years

You met in middle school at what was probably both your first ‘boy-girl’ parties and were one of the few people (who are now all your closest friends) who had zero interest in dating and kissing and stayed upstairs to play card games

So yeah, you guys ran with similar crowds and overlapped every once in a while but you don’t really know him

but you will say, he intrigues you a lot

from your peer reviewed analyses, you can tell he truly thinks about the underlying messages and themes you guys learn about in class and somehow, that just made him seem that much more interesting to you

anyway, one day your teacher finally has enough of his shit and declares that instead of the standard theme analysis, the class will be putting on romeo and juliet for the rest of the school

for 25% of your grade

everyone is either super excited or hates hendery with their entire being

especially because your teacher decides that in order for him to truly learn, he’s going to direct

all the theatre kids in your class tried to start a petition to stop him but your teacher rejected it

“if mister wong so despises the idea of shakespeare’s characterizations, perhaps he should put his own spin on it”

and if there’s ONE THING that gets hendery motivated, it’s winning a challenge

so yes, you hated that your teacher put the one person who hated shakespeare in charge of directing the play shakespeare is known world wide for

but at least you managed to calm down the class when you asked her to let you two be co-directors

so while kunhang, who asked you to call him hendery, would deal with the big picture

you would be the one micromanaging and making sure his vision could come to life, while also reigning in his incredibly imaginative ideas and spiting him by not calling him hendery

“kunhang we cannot use katanas during the fight scene” “why not” “because that’s ILLEGAL!!!! also we have no budget”

so yeah, hendery isn’t necessarily happy about this but it could be worse

he could have to deal with jungwoo alone

"you know GODDAMN well that I deserve to be juliet, nobody pulls off burgundy dresses like me and you know it!” “jungwoo whoever plays romeo is going to have to kiss you in front of the whole school and not everyone is as confident as you” “you are a coward, wong kunhang”

(un)surprisingly, hendery puts his entire soul into this play

you’ve never seen him this invested in anything before

his copy of the play is riddled with annotations and highlights

he creates a binder full of ideas that he brings to you at the beginning of your english class one day

“I know you said we have no budget but what if we built everything ourselves” “are you insane” “yes, that’s why I asked you to call me hendery” “in your dreams, kunhang”

and he consults you on all of his decisions, even if it is at 2AM over discord

wk hendery: ok here me out. romeo and juliet but it’s set in space. y/n: no. go to sleep.

you two are quite frankly the best co-directors since dante bascarino and bryan konietzo aka the guys who created the og avatar the last airbender

you guys even convince some of the senior theatre kids to help out with stage management and backstage crews

but it’s after one of your first full run throughs that you ask hendery about his hatred for shakespeare

“oh, I don’t hate shakespeare, I just don’t understand why people think romeo and juliet is the best story to teach a bunch of high school kids when his other plays exist”

the statement makes you freeze in your tracks

“so then, if you don’t hate shakespeare... can I ask what your favourite play is” “you just did” “kunhang I swear to god-” 

since when did his laugh make you feel fuzzy?????

“I don’t have a favourite, but I will say one of the plays I admire the most is The Play That Must Not Be Named” “you mean mac-” “DON’T SAY IT”

he grins like the cheshire cat when you roll your eyes

hendery thinks you’re so cute, especially when you’re telling him off

he thought you were cute since that party in middle school when you guys played bluff instead of spin the bottle and you made him believe that you actually had all four kings even though he had two of them

you two becoming co-directors honestly made him so nervous because how is he supposed to prove himself when you’re right there?????

and you don’t see it, but he thinks he finally understands shakespeare’s obsession with love interests

he feels like he might throw up but he knows. he knows he has to tell you how he thinks he might feel or he might just implode

the more time you two spend together, the more he gets to know you and thinks he’s going to die because of how cute you are

he tells you about how his mom put him into acting lessons to overcome his shyness and that they used to do shakespeare and improv

you joke about how you think your english teacher was gonna eat their words when they see this play

and he is just????? losing his mind bc “how can someone be so cool and beautiful and oh god I’m doomed aren’t I”

so hendery decides the best way to woo you is to become extra as hell and leave you little notes with shakespeare quotes on them

only he decides to listen to jungwoo, whose only source of relationship advice is his seven year old sister, and make them ~anonymous~

it starts with simple ones like ‘shall I compare thee to a summer’s day’ or ‘the course of true love never did run smooth’

obvious and mainstream enough to get you to realize that they’re love notes

but then hendery kicks it up a notch and decides to use lesser known ones

‘but she makes hungry where she most satisfies’ shows up the day after you and hendery talk about Antony & Cleopatra

‘love's not love when it is mingled with regards that stand aloof from th' entire point’ is found in your backpack the same day you rehearse the infamous balcony scene

when your teacher talks about young love in the play, jungwoo oh so lovingly steers the question to you and hendery looks like he might die from how red he gets

and obviously jungwoo knows it’s hendery doing this so he keeps trying to ask you about them and prompting discussions about the plays they revolve around

but then this completely backfires when you tell hendery that you think jungwoo might be the person leaving the notes

“I keep getting these random anonymous notes with cute shakespearean quotes on them and jungwoo said he likes someone but is too shy to tell them!!”

hendery, knowing DAMN WELL that jungwoo has been hooking up with the cute boy in the back of your english class but was sworn to secrecy: “uhhhhhh gotta blast”

It’s only when he’s staging the fight scene where tybalt dies in act three that you wonder if maybe,,, you like hendery??

it’s the only explanation you can really come up with when you question why you feel like there are flowers blooming in your chest whenever you see hendery

spoiler alert: you definitely like hendery, even if he does sort of annoy you by accidentally leaving his copy of the play at the auditorium after every rehearsal

fun fact: he does this on purpose because he saw it in a drama once and jungwoo said it would work

on the day of the play, you walk into school and head to your locker only to find like fifty people gathered around it and your first thought is ‘oh no did I leave a sandwich in there for too long??’ but NOPE

people notice you and basically part like the red sea to let you see what has the school poking their nose into your business

and it’s another one of those DAMN notes

but this time it’s in,,,,, a pink envelope? with heARTS on iT???

and you know there’s no way it’s jungwoo because he sent you a snapchat video of himself dying in bed with the flu last night 

so who!! the FUCK!! is doing this!!

the entire cast n crew has a discord chat dedicated to this drama where they take bets and make predictions because "mercutio” saw hendery slipping a note into your backpack

you rip the envelope off your locker and shove it in your backpack and roll your eyes so people leave you alone but before your first period you run to the bathroom to read the note in private

“A heart to love, and in that heart, courage to make’s love known. Meet me on the roof after the play?”

your heart is fluttering and you try to stop a grin from forming because this is so exciting

a part of you hopes that it’s hendery, but another part just squishes that down because “no we have work to do!! play first, crush later”

hendery witnessed your reaction to the note from behind a corner and he’s dumb so he didn’t realize the reaction was for show so he’s kind of heartbroken poor baby

you guys get the second half of your day to set up so you guys are running around making sure everything is set up

and you can feel the energy with hendery is off

he responds with short answers and tries to avoid you even though you guys literally have to have this go smoothly or else you will make everyone in your english class fail and you absolutely REFUSE to let that happen

so you grab hendery and drag him outside the auditorium ten minutes before the play is supposed to start

“kunhang what the HELL are you playing at?” “nice pun” “kunhANG” “look, I’m not trying to play at anything! can we just... get this over with?”

hendery feels awful about this but what is he supposed to do?? this is the only way he knows he’ll get over you

and your heart just breaks a tiny bit

so you mutter out a small “fine” before brushing past him and heading to the director’s nest

the entire play is super awkward but it runs smoothly, and when you go out to take your bow you grab hendery’s hand and he cracks

You both get given flowers and backstage the cast and crew is celebrating, both you and hendery’s parents are fawning over you two and how great it is

But you notice hendery leave the auditorium and it hits you; it’s been hendery the whole time

So you do what every romcom protagonist has taught you

You run after him

You can’t find him in the halls, so you run up to the roof

“Took you long enough” “shut up and let me catch my breath will you”

You want to be mad, you want to be so mad at him right now, but looking at his face makes you start laughing because of how nervous he seems

“why are you laughing? I’m being serious!” “you’re such a cliche, wong kunhang” “I am NOT a cliche!! My nickname literally means someone who is different!!” 

you roll your eyes at his insistence but he shifts the subject to the elephant in the room

“so, um, I- uh- I like you” he gets out, flushing pink while you giggle

“wow mister shakespeare can write love notes but can’t even tell the person he likes how he feels properly?” you tease

he’s a big pouty baby but it’s really cute

“I’m TRYING to confess here ok now do you like me back or not :( “ “yes, kunhang, I like you too” “good” 

You guys run back to the auditorium before people question where you disappeared to and use the school-appropriate cast party at the pizza place nearby as an unofficial first date

the cast and crew keep wiggling their eyebrows and making kissy faces at you anytime you and hendery look at each other and it’s horribly embarassing but so is young love <3

When you walk into your english class the weekend after the play, hendery’s hand in yours, your teacher applauds your work and quickly winks at you two

You still refuse to call him hendery though

[thinfatfit]

ok lol i was talking to my aunt on the phone and she’s nice but also annoying like when i was in undergrad and my mom was dying (after my dad had already died) and i went on vacation (which i paid for myself) to celebrate graduating  i did 3 small trips instead of 1 big trip because i never wanted to be away for too long at once in case my mom died, but she didn’t get that, and anyways it’s none of her business and like what’s wrong with travelling, but she would always be like WOOOOWWWW LOOOK AT UUUUUU TRAVEELLLL GIRRRLLLLLL $$$$$$$$$$$$ LUCCKKKYYYYY UUUUUU OMGGGGGGGG WOWOWOOWWWWWW I WISHHHHH I COULDVE BEEN LIKE UUUUUU WHEN I WAS YOOUUNNGGGG $$$$$$$ WOWOOWOWWWWWWW $$$$$$$ RICH GIRL ALLERRRTTTTTTTTT WOOOWOWOOOOOO and i was like ok first of all can you fucking chill and second of all i’ve been working since i was in high school and never spend money but regardless i dont need to defend myself to u also just fucking chill. also my only parent is dying and im 22 so i dont think im lucky wtf. and now her kids travel like every other month and she never says anything about it.

ok ANYWAYS lol i just want to rant about how she was like hmmmm maybe next year i want to go to mexico for a month in the winter (she’s a retired teacher) and iw as like ok cool and she’s like “ya i dont want to go to one of those overcrowded tourist places like a resort, i want to rent an apartment in a town, not a big city, a town thats safe, easy to get around with english, doesnt have tourists, has the local culture only, is beautiful and has the beach, and is affordable, and get a nice apartment since it’s cheap in mexico”. and i was like OK YOU KNOW THAT DOES NOT EXIST RIGHT? like pick 3 of the 5 lol i hate those people who are snobs about like “ohhh i hate touristsssss i only go places with ~~~~~~localllsssssss onlyyyyyy~~~~~~~~~” and i’m like ok well u are a tourist urself so its now not a locals only place, and then also tho if htey say that but they also are like “locals only but also has to have english everywhere” and they’re like “cheap but has to be beautiful and up to my western standards” and then they’re also like “and xyz12355927981731 too” and then they’re like “wowowww i’m such an exotiiiicccc specialllll uniquuueueeeee travellleerrrr~~~~~~~~~~ not like those ~~~loooosers~~~ who go to ~~~florida” and i’m like ok well i like florida so fucken chill (apparently my new fav expression).