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umichenginabroad · 5 months ago

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Week 2: Worst First Day Ever.

¡Hola a todos!

Currently writing from a Flixbus on my way to Porto, Portugal! I just finished my first week of classes at UC3M, and it was an interesting experience to say the least.

Registration

If you recall, I was having some registration issues but they got figured out! I got all the classes I need, an ideal schedule, and no Fridays! I got super lucky because my professor was willing to let me switch sections because of a conflict. Two of my classes have required attendance which I’m a little scared for. In all honesty, I’m not very good about attending class at umich, so this’ll def be an adjustment. My classes also all start at 9/10AM and I’m not a morning person at all so it’s been rather difficult.

I’m majoring in IOE so I’m taking my tech electives this semester: Into to Engineering Management (group D), Financial Management (group D), Industrial Organization (group A), and Spanish (humanities). I’m actually terrified for ind org because it’s a calc based Econ class and I’ve only taken Econ 101, but manifesting good outcomes (shoutout pass/fail <3)

The Commute

This program is a little interesting because you live in central Madrid but the university is well outside in Getafe (main campus) and Leganés (engineering). It ends up being 40 mins to an hour which is honestly a lot, but it’s been going by fast now that I know the route. I live in the Justicia/Malasaña area (very close to Sol/Gran Vía), so I take the metro and switch to the Cercanias (train), and then have a small walk. There’s also a city bus that connects the two campuses if you’re switching during the day. Its fun in the sense that I feel very city commuter core, but I know it’s gonna get annoying once school starts ramping up.

I’m also really worried about timing. This week I left early because I wanted to make a good impression, but I know that’s not gonna happen everyday and professors will lock you out of class if you’re late.

Terrible first day… but it got better

Monday was genuinely the worst first day of school I’ve ever had. I left at 7:30 for my 9 AM because I was scared of being late. First class went great - I met an Erasmus student from France that gave me travel tips for Paris, and happened to sit next to a girl from Purdue who I’ll be interning with this summer.

Then I had to find my Spanish class. It was torrentially down pouring and my freshly blown out hair was now just frizz. I couldn’t find the building for the life of me and ended up being 20 minutes late to class and soaked.

Then it came time to commute to leganes. I left 1.5 hours early so I could figure out the bus and campus. All was going well until MY BUS GOT REAR ENDED. I had to get off, was fully stranded in the middle of a foreign city, and my phone was dying. Thankfully I found the next stop, and waited patiently for the next bus. Turns out you’re by supposed to wave down buses here, so the bus fully passed me and I had to wait for the next one. I eventually got on one and made it to leganes.

Then I had to find my engineering management class. Leganes is a really confusing campus and I could not figure out the buildings. I only made it to class for the last 10 minutes.

After all this, I was ready to go home. I walked over to the station and got on the train for two stops until I realized it was the wrong one. I got off and tried to switch platforms, but my metro card wasn’t working and the security guard had to swipe me through. I then got on the metro where an old lady was screaming at me in Spanish but I had no idea what was being said. I finally got home and slept for 15 hours.

Everyday since has been normal and great tho! The route is memorized and all is well. I feel like it’s really easy to over romanticize study abroad, so it’s important to share both aspects.

Fun highlights of the week!

Balancing fun and school is gonna be harder than I thought because I’m so tired, but I’m forcing myself.

On Tuesday we went to Chocolateria San Ginés, a famous churro place in Madrid. They were delicious, especially the rich chocolate. Spanish churros don’t have cinnamon sugar so they were kinda plain, but still enjoyed. It was like 5€ for 6 churros which I feel like is a pretty good deal. We shared and 3 were pretty filling.

We also went to this bar called Love Company that’s 80s rock themed. It was unique, but more expensive than I would’ve liked.

Wednesday I finally went thrifting, which is one of the main reasons I chose Madrid! The vintage shopping here is pretty insane, and I just happen to live in Malasaña (best neighborhood for it). I didn’t buy anything because nothing really caught my eye, but I’m excited for it to get warmer so I can find summer clothes.

Not pictured, but I tried a new restaurant called Tierra Burrito that’s essentially a Chipotle dupe, and it was amazing. Salsa was actually spicy, portions are huge, and very generous with the guac. As a top 25% Chipotle customer I needed a temporary replacement, and I’m glad I found it.

Now I’m on my way to Porto, Portugal for the weekend with a few of my roommates and new friends! We don’t really have anything planned and it’s our first time staying in a hostel, so I’m excited to see how this works out.

This was a very stressful week, but I’m excited to be back into a routine while still exploring Madrid. I’ll be sure to update on how our trip goes and any other sidequests next week!

Hasta luego,

Nitya Chellury

Industrial and Operations Engineering

Universidad Carlos III de Madrid

Madrid, Spain

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEUC3M #NityaChellury #IPEWinter25 #Spain

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gaytaztrash · 5 years ago

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Forgot about this fic i started and then abandoned 2 years ago which contains the wonderful line, "The a-number-one Miller family trait was the ability to justify almost any morally dubious enterprise in the name of science"

#rediscovered it while looking for an empty-ish notebook to repurpose for calc notes #why do i need calc notes? bc im a dipshit spiralling into a fear-fuelled academic panic and have been looking at mit open courseware #bc im suddenly in my final semester of college panicking that maybe i made the wrong choice 3 YEARS AGO changing my major #and looking at ways to study chem/biochem for free/cheap JUST IN CASE my dumb ass decides i do in fact wanna pursue being a medical examiner #which requires medical school.#is that going to happen? probably not! im probably gonna quit halfway thru this calc course #bc i havent taken a math class in 2 years and it is not part of the special interest thats also helping to fuel this panic #but here i am

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oysterie · 2 years ago

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ahhh summer class choices open 8 am tmr.

#mm. i just need bio2 and then this online pc app course thats like basic computer literacy thingies. and then either #chem one or calc life science. mm #bio is 9 am to 2 pm t th though...... augh #so like. id get home 230 i eat and change i can work 3:30 onwards w driving to work.#if i can get a class after though from like 3 to 6 though. mm #chem has a lab i think though thats gonna fuck it up. idk if either of htose classes are available summer btw #counselor couldnt confirm last month and i have no way to check #worst case i do bio and that pc app and like. my communication class online #not public speaking online i will not. I want to do better public speaking but. the girl in bio is doing that and its all speeches abt #yourself and like your view and personal beliefs and like. i will not be doing that.#i will do some interpersonal group discussion course idc

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elvisabutler · 3 years ago

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✨️ If you get this, answer with ten random facts about yourself, and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications. Anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ✨️

Thank you to @lindszeppelin, @blurredcolour, @floralcyanide, and @soloangel for tagging me ( or my main blog ) or in lindsay's case, messaging me this.

I am a dual citizen of the US and Canada by birth. My mom is the Canadian half of my parents, my dad is the American half. I was born in Edmonton.

I was named after hurricane Alicia because my parents lived in Houston when it hit. It shows in how I am as a person. ( And yes, I know why do you go by Ally, then, it's because it's a version of Ali. )

I am ten years younger than my parents marriage. Give or take some months because they got married in October, I am an April baby. So, they've been married 40 years this year, I am 30 now.

I have been going grey/have been prematurely grey since I was 15 or 16 give or take. Coincidentally I have spent many a year dyeing my hair a red not dissimilar to Priscilla Presley.

I was a theater and debate kid in High School. Dreamed of being a lawyer. Didn't happen, probably won't ever happen. Still kind of bums me out.

I'm an only child but if you ask my mother she is sure she was carrying twins because she carried so big with me. To this day she tells me I ate my brother when I act like a stereotypical "guy". She means it with all the love in the world, promise.

I used to study engineering once upon a time. Switched to psychology after a breakdown over failing Calc 2 for the third? time. Much happier and much better fit for me as a human being.

I haven't gone up to visit my family in Canada since I was like 3. The last time I tried to go to my cousin's wedding and me and my parents hit an 18 wheeler tire in Kansas and hit a deer outside of Cheyenne, Wyoming. We decided to not go especially after we were gonna miss it anyway due to the car needing to be fixed from the deer and less so the tire. My cousin got divorced like a year later.

I have a sailor's mouth. I have tried many a year to control it but if me having a kid can't even get me to control it, yeah there's no hope I'm stuck this way.

The only sports I enjoy are swimming, figure skating, speed skating, gymnastics and hockey. I am only good at swimming because it's not easy to find a ice skating rink in Texas. And while I do live pretty close to a gym with a famous gymnastics coach, I never took up gymnastics but trust me I had the flexibility for it.

#get to know me #ask games #ally answers asks #except not really.

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mental-dilemma · 5 years ago

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A Quick Meeting Part 4?

Damian’s an exchange student in Paris taking it easy until an Akuma attacks and he gets to meet ladybug. -----------------------------------------

Ok before everyone starts pancking: I am Emu-Lumberjack I just decided to create a Sideblog for all my writing so that way those who follow me exclusively for that don’t have to deal with the chaos that is my main blog

also I’m sorry it’s taken so long to post this but just between school and work and school and just general exhaustion it’s been hard for me to write.

and as always all credit to the Au goes to @ozmav

pt.1

pt. 2

pt. 3

“I don’t suppose I could bribe you to drop the matter.” Damian said sitting down in Tim’s office. He and Ladybug were situated next to each other while Tim was on the other side of the desk.

“Nope.” He turned to Ladybug, “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, making sure Damian didn’t disappear and all that. Anyway I’m Tim Drake, Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises and Damians older brother.”

Ladybug turned to Damian and quietly said, “So does everyone in your family constantly talk like they’re trying to impress a victorian lord?” Damian snorted. Tim, unable to hear what she just said, looked to the two agape.

“At least I have a reason.” Damian responded, this time loudly enough for his elder brother to hear. “Anyway Tim is in CEO mode right now, which is pretty rare. Usually he’s a bumbling zombie dependent on coffee to function. In fact I remember one time when Dick took the last cup he----”

“I’d suggest stopping right there or I’ll tell her about the batcow incident.” Tim interrupted.

“Did you just say batcow? Because I understand each of those words separately.” Ladybug said, and even though her mask still concealed half her face Damian could tell she was really confused.

“Don’t ask. Just don’t.” Damian said quietly.

“Anyway. I never caught your name and considering the fact that your in a mask I assume you’re a hero. Which is surprising because none of us knew Paris had heroes.” Tim cut the two of them off before more could be said.

“Yes that’s becoming a common theme I’m finding,” Marinette began. “My name is Ladybug in the mask. I have a partner, Chat Noir, but he’s currently indisposed, something about paint in his hair.” Damian stifled a laugh as Marinette continued, “We have been operating out of Paris for the last few years, early on we tried contacting the Justice league but Green Lantern told us not to prank call him.”

“Oh did he now.” Tim said, leaning his head forward.

“Yes he did. Thankfully my power allows me to reverse all damage done during a fight. Including any lives lost or monuments destroyed.”

“That sounds like a very useful power. I'm sure that the heroes of Gotham would love to work with you.” There was a twinkle in his eye that Damian knew meant Tim was concocting some scheme. He was about to jump in, but Marinette got there first.

“Yes I’m sure you would but the issue is we currently have our hands full here although from what Damian told me you guys sound much more fun to work with. At least the villains have better costumes.”

Tim noting her wording turned to Damian, “Did you tell her the family secret? You know what Alfred will do if he finds out.”

Damian smirked “I’m not an idiot Drake this was all her. She could rival you for deductive reasoning.” Marinette just sat there looking innocent.

“Well that explains why the two of you were sneaking around together, Ladybug should I assume Damian knows your identity as well?”

“Yep.”

“Well this is going to be a nightmare. But this just means I can formally invite you to Gotham at least. Ha just leave it to the Ice Prince to leak the identity on his first civilian trip abroad.” Tim leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Actually it was you guys who tipped me off.”

Tim suddenly opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. “Come again.”

“Well it was the fact that no one had spied Robin around Batman while Damian was in France. Then the fact that you were patrolling rather than him tipped me off that Robin might be on a vacation..” Tim just face palmed.

“Of course that would happen, how did we not see it coming.” He muttered to himself. “Wait, that begs another question: how did you two meet.”

Damian blushed and before Ladybug could respond he said “not important, there was an akuma. Now do you need anything else.”

“Actually yeah. Ladybug you mentioned the video you sent to Green Lantern, well Batman found it and wanted us to investigate. He didn’t know Green Lantern had seen it or otherwise he’d be on his way back to Ooa healing from a scolding from Alfred. Dick and Jason wanted to come but Bruce needed someone he could send discreetly and who better than the Co-CEO of Wayne industries who could just be checking up on the Paris branch.” Ladybug was impressed by the scheming having Dick Greyson or Jason Todd come in would stir up villain or media activity but Tim the third son wouldn’t.

“Well if you want we can meet up with my partner later and you can formulate a list of questions. Plus it seems you and Damian have some catching up to do.”

“There was a reason I came to Paris Ladybug. Being forced to talk to Tim was not one of them.” Damian made to leave only for a yoyo to catch his leg. Ladybug smirked at him. “Maybe a five minute chat couldn’t hurt anyone. Family reunion and all that.”

“Great then as long as everyones in agreement I can set up a time with chat later this evening for all of us to talk things through and get a strategy in place.”

“Are you sure about this having the league involved is going to cause a lot of chaos and even more dangerous villains could target Paris.”

“Tim I have dealt with so much crap the last couple of years that at this point I will take Darkseid over Lila…… Oh crap. We forgot about Lila.” Marinette looked at Damian who was coming to the same realization she was. He called out Lila in the bakery, and outed himself as a Wayne.

“Do I want to know?” Tim said rubbing his temples. He did not miss highschool.

“Lets just say school tomorrow’s going to be interesting, and I think we’re going to have to put the meeting on hold till after it. Ladybug and I are going to need to deal with school tomorrow, and caffeine isn’t gonna cut it.” Damian said.

“Then again if we aren’t lucid tomorrow might not be so bad….” Marinette began

“Do not even finish that, you even more than me need sleep. Between fashion, school and heroing you function off an hour.”

“You.. have a point. I’ll brief Chat on the situation on my way home. In the meantime I’ll leave you too to the brotherly bonding I’m sure you need.” she pulled her yoyo from her pocket, “See you tomorrow Damian, and whatever plan you hatch up make sure nit doesn’t include killing anyone.”

“Goodnight Ma--- Ladybug. And no promises.” The boy caught himself before revealing Ladybug's identity. She gave him the look of ‘don’t fuck up my secret identity bird boy’ before jumping out the window to run from rooftop to rooftop.

“So. how long have you had a crush on her.” Tim pulled Damians attention, and Damian was sudden;y very glad he had said nothing about not killing his brother.

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“Do you think they’ll actually help this time?” Chat’s voice rang over the phone, Marinette had stopped behind one of the chimneys to talk to him in private.

“I don’t know, at least now they are actually considering it rather than just brushing us off as children.” Marinette was tired but they needed to have this chat now, there wouldn’t be any chance to in class tomorrow.

“Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. They left us to fend for ourselves for 3 years and are only doing this now because of Damian if you didn’t know him then none of this would’ve happened.

“Ok but why does that matter that it’s Damian? They could’ve been doing it because of Jon too.”

“Oh please, you're more dense than our class sometimes. Jon would’ve noted it then forgotten to tell someone, but Damian told Batman right away. Why do you think he did that?”

“Chat I am too tired for this.” Marinette could feel Adrien facepalming through the phone.

“Oh I am not spelling this out for you, this time you get to figure it out yourself.”

“Fine. but next time you need help on your calc homework don’t come running to me.” Marinette hung up on him and made her way home. The parisian streets were nice and quiet for her, no akuma meant maybe another hour of sleep.

Once she was out of the suit she let Tikki rest and got right to work on the new piece she was making for Jagged, he wanted to somehow have the score of his newest piece sewn onto the pants for his next concert, and she had to brainstorm.

Twenty minutes went by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Finally she put up her pencil and put on her pajamas, as she was falling asleep Adriens words kept replaying in her head, and the meaning slammed into her like a truck. Pulling out her phone she sent one message.

Oh fuck off

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mcwriting · 5 years ago

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The Marriage Project (3)

Anddddd I’m back with this bby. Sorry I’ve been slowing down some of my content. Last Friday I had to deal with family health matters on top of schoolwork and a sorority function I had to be at. Anyways.

High school AU. Tom Holland. Yeah.

Story Masterlist

Warnings: mild language

Rating: Between T and M

Word Count: 2351

% approximately the 3rd week of September %

You’d had two away volleyball games that week and Tom had an away football game, so by Saturday you were exhausted. Your Friday game hadn’t been too far, but the football team had traveled a decent distance, so you figured they’d gotten home late.

You still showed up at Tom’s on time, though, as planned the day before.

Nikki opened the door at your arrival.

“Oh, hey, y/n! Come on in!”

You returned her greeting and entered, looking around expectantly.

“If you’re looking for Tom, he’s not up yet. They got home pretty late last night.”

“I figured that would be the case.”

You noticed that on the dining room table were a few grocery bags.

“Oh, do you need help with those? I can wait on Tom,” you offered.

“No don’t worry about those bags, but if you’re looking to do something, I was about to make some apple pies for a get together tomorrow. I’d love your help.”

You agreed and followed her into the kitchen. After peeling and chopping apples for a few minutes, someone else walked into the kitchen.

“Well who’s this? I don’t remember having a daughter,” Tom’s dad said. You turned to look at him and smile, then continued cutting fruit.

“Oh Dominic you know y/n. She’s the one Tom’s always talking about, competing and whatnot. They’re doing that marriage project together.”

Your face heated up so you continued to look down at the apple.

He talks about me? Like how much he hates me or what?

“Yes of course, how could I forget? You’re one of the best soccer players I’ve seen! Good to see you again,” he said.

“Nice seeing you, too, Mr. Holland.”

“Please, call me Dom. Now how come you’re down here and not with Tom?”

“I was waiting for him to get up. Plus, Nikki promised me a slice,” you grinned.

“Well I’d definitely call that a fair trade. Nikki’s pies are the best in the world,” he turned to his wife, “I’ll be back in a bit. I’m meeting with the publisher today.”

“Good luck, honey. I’m sure you’ll be great,” Nikki encouraged, giving her husband a quick peck.

“Thanks, dear. Once again, it was nice seeing you, y/n. Feel free to come make desserts here any time,” he joked and you just laughed and waved.

A few minutes after he’d left, Nikki spoke up again.

“You know, y/n. I’m glad you and Tom were paired up for this project. I’ve really liked having you around the past few weeks, and it seems like Tom has learned a lot from you. I mean, He even went out and bought some pads and tampons and things for his bathroom this week.”

Now your face really burned.

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’d better be safe than sorry. I’m glad you two look out for each other like that, even if you are rivals. By the way, I made sure he didn’t get the cardboard ones,” she added. With that, you fell into rhythmic silence.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. From the hall, Tom’s voice called out.

“Mom? It’s almost 2. Have you heard anything from-” he walked through the kitchen door. “Oh. You’re here. What are you doing?”

You grabbed a towel to wipe off your hands as you turned to face him.

“I got here at 1 but felt bad about you getting home late so I’ve just been helping your mom make pie. She promised me a slice.”

“You’re really gonna give her some mom? She doesn’t even deserve to see how they’re made!”

“Oh Tom I swear. Y/n is a nice girl, just get over yourself. But, if you two want to go get to work I think I’ve got it handled from here. I’ll bring you both some when the first one’s done.”

You grabbed your bag and headed up behind Tom and got to work quickly. Eventually you took a break when Nikki brought up pie and ice cream as promised with a couple waters.

You ate in silence, Tom leaned against his bed and you against the wall across from him, when something she had said earlier popped into your head.

“Hey, Tom?”

“Yeah princess?” he replied, not looking up. You rolled your eyes and continued.

“Your mom said something earlier that I wanted to ask about.”

“If she told you anything incriminating it’s not true.”

“Suuuureeee. Anyways, she said you, uh, stocked up your cabinet in the bathroom. That’s really cool of you.”

“Yeah, well, can’t have you bleeding everywhere now can we? But, em. Yeah. The fact that you were so panicked over something that seems so trivial spoke pretty loud. I thought it’s better to just stay safe.”

You sat in silence for a little bit, just eating.

“Mind if I ask you something?” he said.

“Shoot.”

“What does it feel like? You know? They don’t mention that stuff in health articles.”

You contemplated for a little bit before answering.

“Well… like I said before, it’s different for everyone, but I’ll try my best. Cramps are kinda like being scratched and punched from the inside all at once. Freebleeding just feels like… wet and sticky. I find it disgusting so I wear mostly tampons.”

“Interesting. Thanks, princess.”

Once finishing off your snack, you got back to work. By the time you were done, it was almost 4.

“See you Monday, y/n”

“Yep. Oh, by the way, I have a small volleyball tournament next weekend so I can’t do Saturday. Is Sunday okay or do you wanna get together another day?”

“Can you do Thursday? We just have morning workouts that day.”

“Yeah I have practice last period so I’ll just shower and meet you in the parking lot? We can go to my place.”

“Can’t. I have to take the boys home.”

“If you want, you can take them home and I’ll pick you up. It’ll give me time to shower and change and then we can just carpool.”

“I don’t know. Sure you even know how to drive?”

“I’ll have you know I passed that test with flying colors sophomore year.”

Eventually he agreed and with that you were back out the door, giving one final thanks to Nikki.

By Wednesday you and Tom had finished your little quilt and Mrs. Flynn loved it.

You and Tom obviously didn’t play when it came to grades, even if it was home economics.

Thursday, you were leaving your last class before practice and reminded Tom you were picking him up that afternoon, to which his friends looked at him funny and kinda messed with him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

When you pulled up into his driveway after school, he plopped into the passenger's seat and held out a foil-wrapped object in his left hand.

“What is that?” you asked.

“My mom wanted you to have it. She made bread.”

“Oh. Well thanks. I’ll have to thank her for it next time I see her. You can just set it in the back seat for now.”

You drove back to your place, pulling into the garage and leading Tom through the door. Your parents were still at work, so you told Tom you’d just work in the living room.

“I don’t want them to say anything weird about us being home alone in my room,” you explained.

You sat on the floor quietly typing when you remembered something.

“Hey, how did you do on the calc test?”

“95. You?”

“Damn. 94. I’ll make a comeback next time,” you joked, earning an eye roll.

After a half hour, your mom came home.

“Hey honey, how was your day? Did you beat Tom in whatever you were competing with him in today?” she asked, part joking since she knew of your rivalry well.

“It was fine, and mom. We have a guest, remember?” you said through gritted teeth.

She looked over the couch, where she found Tom waving at her awkwardly.

“Oh. Hi there. I forgot you were coming over today. So sorry about that.”

“No worries, Mrs. y/l/n. I beat her by a point today so it evens out,” he joked. You were annoyed at his banter with your mom and cut it off.

“Okay, well, Tom. Let’s go finish this in my room now that my mom’s home,” you said, getting everything and carrying it to the bedroom.

You tossed your bag and papers on the floor and quickly picked up some random things laying around, such as a pair of volleyball shoes and stray athletic socks. You especially rushed to snatch a rogue lace bra.

From the corner of your eye, you could see Tom standing still, looking around the room like you had the first time at his house.

Your walls were light grey but covered in your paintings and other art. One shelf mounted to a wall held all of your ribbons and trophies from sports, quiz bowl, and art fairs. Your bedspread was baby pink and sheets light yellow, and the same pink was strewn around the room in the form of desk accents and other blankets. You had a large plush cat resting near your pillows.

“Wow. So you’re like… a real girl. Huh.” he stated flatly. You stood up from tossing everything into your closet.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, like, you’re all tough and smart and sporty but you have pink everywhere and a stuffed animal on your bed.”

“You do realize women are complex creatures right? Considering we’re human and all?”

“Yeah, of course. I guess I’ve just never seen this side of you. I shouldn’t have worded it that way. Sorry.”

It surprised you to hear Tom apologize over something so small. Usually he would stand his ground, wave you off, or just move on.

“It’s fine. I just hate when people stereotype, you know? Like I can love science, art, sports, pink, sweatpants, and skirts all at the same time. And I do. And I’m not trying to sound like the ‘I’m not like other girls’ girl, because I am a girl, but I’m more than just one side or the other.”

“So why do you hide the ‘typically girly’ stuff? I’ve never seen you at school wearing a pink dress and makeup. I mean even at dances you always wear dark colors and at parties I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in something other than jeans or shorts.”

You shrugged as you made your way onto the floor next to your computer, Tom following suit.

“I guess I try to stick to one aesthetic. I mean, it already seems to shock the administration that I’m good at and enjoy doing two sports, art, and honors stuff. I don’t think they could handle another layer of me,” you chuckled. “Isn’t there anything you hide?”

He thought about it for a few seconds, leaning his head against the wall.

“Well, I guess you know this now, but I like Spider-Man.”

“Yeah, but it’s considered normal for guys to like comic book characters. When I tell people I like Spider-Man, they just assume I have a crush on the actor. Come on, there has to be something you don’t show off at school.”

“Okay fine. I’ve got a couple. One, I actually like to cook. A lot. It almost kills me to be partnered up with the guys sometimes because they’re so clueless in the kitchen. And two, I love dance. I did it for a bit as a kid but got embarrassed and decided to go the normal sports route. I still go to the Nutcracker every year, though.”

You found yourself smiling at his honesty.

“Really? You know my mom put me in little kid ballet classes for a while, but I was really disruptive in class because I had too much energy, so I got into other sports instead. Has the football team never done a ballet class? I know some schools make them.”

“One summer. Maybe two years ago? We were doing a team building thing and they made us take one. I couldn’t make myself pretend to be bad so I just let everyone believe I was a natural talent,” he laughed, causing you to do the same. “You should’ve seen those guys. That’s probably one of my best football memories.”

You both sit in comfortable silence for a while. You couldn’t remember a time that you both were open to each other without the slightest bit of tension.

After a few more moments, you both got back to work.

You didn’t realize that it was past 5 o’clock until your mother was at your doorway telling you dinner was ready.

“Feel free to stay. We’d love to have you for dinner, Tom,” she offered, then went back to the kitchen.

“Do you mind? I can just walk home if not.”

“Just stay, man. What’s one dinner? I’d feel at least somewhat bad to make you walk all the way home. We’re done for the week anyways, so I’ll just drive you after we eat.”

You led him to the kitchen, where your mom had cooked some ravioli and tossed a salad. You built your plates and thanked your mom, then sat at the dining room table.

You ate in awkward silence since your parents were in the living room. Your dad had greeted you and Tom when he came home from work, not really realizing who Tom was.

Once your plates were practically cleaned, you cleared the table and took Tom home.

“Thanks again for dinner and driving me. Good luck this weekend.”

Who is this guy and where did he take Tom? He never wishes me luck.

“Yeah no problem. Thank your mom for the bread. And good luck on your game tomorrow, too. I hear it’s gonna be a tough one.”

”They just haven’t met me yet,” he joked, then got out of the car and headed to the door. He tossed one last wave back as you pulled away.

A/N: I’m happy to be posting the next part and with the free time that I have at the moment of formatting this I’m hoping that I can reedit ch 4 and have it up by next week. As always, love you all and thanks for reading!

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dramaworthyofsrk · 5 years ago

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Like Passing Notes in Secrecy, pt. 1

oh, I fully made a new Tumblr because I am ~self-conscious~ about posting writing on the one where people I actually know follow me :) I am also Very Bad at using this site so please bear with me as I try and figure it out. Anyway posting this makes me n e r v o u s but I had a lot of fun writing so I figured okay fine, why not? I hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did.

Summary: The relationship you and Peter share, as told by the notes that you two pass to each other. Inspired both by the song lyric used for the title and for that moment in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before when Josh says to Lara Jean "still think you've never gotten a love letter?"

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

He’s trying his hardest to pay attention, he is, but he’s just not interested in learning about iambic pentameter and he knows you love English but he can’t help himself from tearing out a piece of notebook paper and writing on it anyway, folding it into fours and extending his arm carefully so he can drop it onto your desk. You give him a frustrated look, blowing out a small breath but opening the note anyway.

are you coming over tonight?

can’t, am studying for calc exam :(

i’ll help you, come over anyway, pls?

ned and i are making a lego death star

you and ned are the biggest distractors, peter

i’ll think about it

He smiles to himself as he gets the last note because he knows that means you’re halfway convinced and it won’t be hard to get you to go the rest of the way.

sounds like you’ll be there then :)

peter parker

don’t you get cute with me or i won’t come

i can’t help it

i’m always cute

The last note doesn’t get a response, but you do turn to him and stick your tongue out and that’s really all the response that he needs. It’s also fully why he’s expecting you to come over that night and is utterly confused when you don’t.

In your defense, you had been all set to go to Peter’s later, planning out a calculus study schedule that you were going to force the math genius to stick to so that you wouldn’t fail your exam tomorrow. But then Ned is coming up to you and saying something about how he told MJ what was happening and you’d be coming over and “please, you know how he feels about her, so I’m gonna leave early and you can leave with me?”

Oh. You do know how he feels about MJ actually, you know it well because that is exactly how you feel about Peter, not that any of them know that. You could go and leave early, you suppose, but then that kind of interferes with your study plan and if you’re being honest, you don't know that you’re trying to go see Peter and MJ be whatever their version of flirtatious is.

“Actually,” you turn to Ned with a small smile, “something came up, so I won’t be able to make it anyway. Let me know how the whole thing goes though.”

Ned furrows his brow as he looks at you but doesn’t say anything because you’re already waving and walking away from him. It isn’t like you to just say ‘something came up’ and not provide more information because the three of you tell each other everything. Then again, you’re the only one of them with other friends, so maybe something personal came up for one of them and you don't feel comfortable sharing. Either way, Ned decides there’s no point in thinking about it too hard and moves on.

Peter and Ned are hanging out at his locker when he sees you walk in the next morning and he tells Ned that he’ll be right back as he makes his way over to where you’ve just reached your own locker. “Hey,” he greets, grabbing the straps of his backpack to stop his hands from awkwardly moving around. “You never showed up last night?”

They both know he’s only phrasing it as a question in hopes that you’ll provide him with more information but instead you just nod and are kind of curt as you say, “I told you I had to study Peter.”

“Yeah but,” he looks at you confused because that’s not an explanation really, “I told you I’d help you study.”

You shrug a little, closing your locker and taking a step away from it (from him he can tell), “well I decided this was better. Ned and MJ were there though,” you argue, “I doubt you even missed me.”

Peter frowns at that, shaking his head, “I always miss you. I even texted you, but you never responded.” He looks sad and it makes you feel bad but your choice is between breaking your own heart and breaking his and you've honestly done too much of the former when it comes to him.

“I’m sorry Peter,” you blow out a big breath, feigning annoyance so maybe he’ll look more angry than sad because that you can deal with, “but I’m just trying to pass math, okay? I can’t always just drop things and play with legos.” He looks taken aback by your tone and you want to apologize for real this time but instead you turn around and leave him standing there.

He avoids eye contact with you in English which fucking sucks especially because you sit right next to each other. You have to rethink your whole strategy now because you’re both miserable and at least in the previous way one of you was happy. So you pull a page out of his book and write him a small note, taking care to drop it on his desk when your teacher isn’t looking.

i’m sorry for being a bitch this morning

i didn’t mean it :(

you were MEAN

You bite her lip and send him a sad face because you know and you wish you could say it out loud but you’re still in the middle of class.

i know petey

i shouldn’t have done that

i’m really sorry

i guess i forgive you

you have to make it up to me though

anything! <3

come over tonight?

we can watch a movie or something

He holds the slip of paper out to you but then quickly pulls his arm back before you can grab it and you watch curiously as he adds another line to his note. You can’t help but smile at the addition when you finally get the note and you nod to him, signaling that you’d love to watch a movie with him that night.

just the two of us :)

#peter parker x reader #peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker fluff #peter parker x you #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman fluff #spiderman imagine #spiderman x you

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hazard-and-friends · 4 years ago

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i watched the first episode of canine intervention tonight, here’s some uncensored liveblogging featuring my spicey dog training takes:

“my dog training system is known all over the world" mhmm. lemme google this guy.

by clicking through his in person training site to his online remote training course, i found a whole lot of big red flags: "Establish pack leadership" dogs don't have pack leaders. anyone who wants to make you a leader is not using a good understanding of dog behavior "Time your praise and corrections" the times when i use corrections are when i'm the least on my game. my goal is NEVER to use corrections/positive punishment. why should i? it's concerning that he uses it as a core part of his method. "Exercise and reinforce your leadership as a way of life" more leadership bullshit.

fancy letters are not the end-all-be-all, and there are trainers i seriously respect who have none of them. but they don't talk about leadership and corrections. it's concerning that he talks about his sports team as a kid, where he went to high school, and his celebrity clients, but not his mentors and education in training.

back to the show

why does his facility have enough dogs to keep them in kennels? how does that teach aggressive dogs how to be safe in a home environment?

not all of the dogs in the first shot of a class (~1:38) have two collars on but a lot do. that's not a red flag (i worked sydney in two collars [her flat collar and a martingale, because syd was very gear smart and it was nice to tell her that we were doing heeling now]) but with what i saw on his website? it's quite likely that one of those is the dog's normal flat collar with tags, and the other is a prong, choke chain, or electric collar

also: "I help the dogs that no one else will" is a flat out lie

if you're willing to take on any human aggression cases, generally you’re willing to take on all of them. now, some of these cases may generally lead to a recommendation of euthanasia. but that's in the best interests of the dog and owner

oop class shot where it's clear that they're wearing prongs

here's two points not about this guy specifically: 1) it is hard (impossible?) to do humane, ethical dog training in a 45 minute episode slot. it's not good tv. it's slow as hell. there's no drama. the aggression trainers i know? have never been bitten. many have never been CLOSE to being bitten. no tv value. 2) the positive dog training community is OVERWHELMINGLY white and middle class.

it's also full of racists.

"Nearly a million dogs are euthanized yearly and over 40% of them are pit bulls" i've calculated that first statistic myself, but it's important to put it in context: this is USA specific, and that's down from 3-4 million 20 years ago. the second one, i would love to see his source.

he's right that it's important to understand where aggression comes from

anyway back to those two points, at the same time that it's really, really hard to do compelling TV with ethical dog trainers, it's also really REALLY important that the positive dog training community be working on being anti-racist. and it's really, really important that low income dog owners and people of color are getting good dog training.

alright first case! he's had her 3 months, 3 bites in that time. 10 attempted attacks. she's a young adult bully breed mix who had one front leg amputated after being shot. owner walks her in a muzzle which is a) too small and b) not bite proof.

"I see what we're working with" he says, after approaching a dog in her crate. hazard responds similarly to someone coming in, but he's not a bite risk. that's not a good evaluation.

he is correct about lady macbeth's motivations: this is a dog who's scared as hell and making herself really big and scary so that everyone leaves her alone.

okay he's also right that playing with her around strangers is really, really good for fear aggression

"frenzied just chaotic state" yeah no

reality check for y'all: i am not an aggression specialist and i have seen more freaked out dogs

she was on edge! she was unhappy! but holy shit was she not even remotely close to what dogs are capable of

"she just bit me!" she nipped your cheek, not breaking skin. that's a level 1 or 2 (of 6). that's not NOTHING but it's well within normal for a dog who's being restrained when she wants to be somewhere else.

[note that at no point in the episode was the owner ever given any sort of indication that lady macbeth is not this horribly aggressive Pit Bull TM. nor was there any discussion of a bite scale.]

"The only option we're gonna have is to [board and train] for 3 weeks" "I have no choice but to take her back to my facility back in San Jose and work daily with her" no!!!!!

[15 minute break]

lmao sorry i had to go yell at gf about how much this board and train is not necessary and in the process penny decided to cause Drama again

ANYWAY, the b&t is not necessary because all of those aggressive incidents bar the first could have been avoided if the owner was on the ball. this is not JUST a lady macbeth issue, this is ALSO an owner issue. both of them need to relearn how to handle new people.

as a bonus, lady macbeth needs to learn to trust her owner, which she categorically cannot do in a b&t

"The box is an important training tool to teaching new behaviors. It's also a first step in establishing pack leadership" ok this is new to me

and new is not a good thing here

text: Obedience depends on a dog's trust and respect for their pack leader calculus depends on your trust and respect for your math teacher! if you respect them a lot you will magically be able to do calc!

I WAS HOPING. I WAS TRYING.

i was HOPING that his training for her fear aggression would be based in toy play.

instead he's got a fake arm and he keeps reaching out to poke her, and the owner says "no!" and does a leash pop (leash wrapped around her neck) every time she tries to bite.

"She doesn't know it's not his hand" it smells like plastic what would she THINK it is

also funky that we're 19 minutes into the episode about an aggressive bully breed mix and the trainer's childhood bully breed mix who killed a dog, and like. not a single mention of what these dogs were bred for.

let's go back to "how are you teaching aggressive dogs to live nicely in a home, if they are spending most of the day in a wire kennel"

for shits take, high school doesn't teach you how to handle your emotions! why should obedience class teach your dog the same?

and then like, every time she breaks the down he yells NOPE and leans over her??????

dude you're scaring her into being obedient. while you're talking about how it's important to treat her fear.

text: Fear based aggression can be reduced by desensitizing the dog to strangers you're right! it sure can! THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE

you've got a dog on her side with one hand over her, the other on a skinny check chain on her neck. every time she does anything but lay flat, the leash is popped and you say no. you are flooding this dog and creating learned helplessness.

jo summed it up well with this: he's good at seeing the behavior, he knows what he's looking at, he just can't change it. he only knows one method.

jo and i are now trying to figure out if "dog training but marie kondo not cesar milan" is a viable tv show

jas correctly stops the friend and changes how he approaches the dog, that's a good response

i'm laughing bc after a 3 week board and train which is not going to be less than $4k, he's giving the exact same "how to meet new people" directions that i would give to a similar client--at the start of our time! not at the end!

"I can't imagine imagine a dog having it too much worse than she did, the fact that she took a gunshot, the fact that she had no security for years of her life" alright dude a) think worse, this PALES to abuse cases b) let's not? shittalk? the care that people without reliable housing give to their dogs (and occasional cat!)?? because what they do for their pets is incredible, and it isn't necessarily connected to her opinions on strangers

so yeah still laughing bc like. that "happy ending" would be my first session with a client. that's how you START handling stranger danger. and for this the owner paid thousands.

#ethics in dog ownership #dog training #ask to tag

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grouptalekindnesssoulstories · 5 years ago

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Genderbent!sides

Once again I am writing at midnight. I blame my horrible habits.

Katie/Dee, Roman/Rachel, Remus/Rexine, Virgil/Storm, Logan/Lia, and Patton/Penelope are our cast of characters!

Warnings: scars, snappish behavior, invasion of privacy, implied bullying, injury, implied negligence, stalker, curses

Word Count: 1,600

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Katie was done with society’s expectations. She had decided to go barefoot around school. Screw the rules about needing shoes. She had a pair in her bag for walking on the sidewalk, she wasn’t dumb. Her outfit also pushed school rules, with a tank top with straps juuuuust barely wide enough to not be spaghetti straps. Her pants were on par with expectations, unfortunately in one of the other triplets’ mind. Rachel and Rexine had been busy fighting over who would change that morning to follow the older triplet’s example. Not that it bothered the two girls who had crushes on them. Lia and Storm were trying very hard to hide the fact that they stared as the girls swept down the hall to their lockers. Penelope was too busy with the cheerleaders to see Katie’s outfit.

“Miss Rekans, I ask that you put on a sweatshirt over your...top” Mrs. Smith wrinkled her nose at the barefoot girl.

“Sorry, don’t have one. Gotta get to class” Said girl called over her shoulder. Her shoes were in her locker, and her books balanced in one arm. She also had plenty of time to get to class, but she didn’t wait around for that to be pointed out. Penelope was one of the last to get in the science class with a few of the cheerleaders with her.

“Alright you guys. We’re starting a multiple day lab, and I have chosen your partners. now, Miss Manson with Mr Karl-” the teacher started to list off names “-Miss Rekans with Miss Picani” He put down his clipboard after announcing the last pair. Katie’s leg was bouncing with nerves as the cheerleader moved to sit next to her.

“Uh, I don’t think we’ve properly met. I’m Penelope Picani” The petite blonde offered a hand to the taller girl. The red head scoffed before returning the courtesy.

“Katie Rekans. Not that it matters pretty girl. I’ve seen you around and I’m not exactly impressed. You seem to be slow, and if you drag down this lab I will find a way to get even. Now, do you know where the beakers are” She immediately bent her head to read the directions, ignoring the way Pen sagged. The right side of her face, the one without the scars criss-crossing it was bright red. The two didn’t talk more than necessary until the end when Katie glanced over.

“....You forgot to put it over the accepted value, and to multiply by 100″ She pointed to the paper, where Pen was struggling to figure out what she was missing.

“Oh. Thanks I guess. thought you didn’t exactly care about if I failed” The struggling girl muttered the last part under her breath. After a second, she reached up to touch the scars on Katie’s face. Her hand was immediately slapped away, and the girl whirled on her.

“Don’t touch. Now, go away” Katie mumbled as she scooped up her stuff to leave for her next class. In her haste, she dropped a small notebook. She was out the door before Pen could point it out, and Pen hugged it close to her chest self-consciously.

~~~

“Tor, look at this” Pen said, holding out the notebook to the violet-haired girl. Her confusion was evident on her dark face, and she immediately started flipping through it.

“Pen, look. This looks like you” She stopped on a sketch, obviously very well loved, even in the well-loved notebook. There was the beginning of a story on the next page.

“Give that back” A snarl echoed behind them. Rexine stood there, her face as dark as they had seen it. Storm handed it over quickly, and the tallest of the triplets stomped off to her sister. It looked like the owner of the book began to cry silently, and she was indeed. Her heart was broken as a result of someone invading her privacy.

“Shit. That was a dumb move” Pen cursed, a rare occurrence. Tor shrank down, pushing what little food she had in front of her away.

“Maybe apologize? Can’t make it worse” Tor suggested, and her friend nodded and stood quickly. She walked carefully over, hovering nervously at the end of the table.

“What” The bold girl snarled, hugging her book close.

“I just wanted to say sorry. That was wrong”

“No shit Sherlock. I’m going to ask Mr. Snid to transfer lab partners. You obviously need someone who can deal with that. Have a nice day Miss Picani” Katie left immediately after, trailed by Rexine. Pen was left standing there, tears building in her eyes. Why must that girl be so bitter?

~~~

Lia was helping in the library last block. It was her safe space, and the only area no bully could reach. To her misfortune, Rexine had class there at the same time.

“Hey, uh, can you help me find something?” Said girl approached Lia.

“This is a library, and I am an assistant here. So, yes, I can help you find something. What are you looking for?” She stated matter-of-factly, a slight smile on her face on the obvious respect this girl held for the space.

“Uh, a book on STDs, and a date to homecoming?” Rexine said in a rush.

“This way. Much harder to help you find a date to homecoming though, as I know very few available people. I also have no idea of your preference either” Lia responded mindlessly.

“Would you be my date?” Rex seemed to have gained some confidence.

“I have no one to go with, so yes” A hot blush spread across Lia’s face as she realized she’d just agreed to go to prom with Rexine Rekans. The girl she’d had a crush on for 3 years, 4 months, and 17 days

“Would’ja also be my girlfriend?”

“As we are to be going together it would be implied we are dating so yes of course I’ve wanted to date you for 2 years 4 mon-”

“You could have just said yes calc!” The girl laughed that warm, booming laugh that Lia just melted for. She handed a book to Rexine before fleeing to tell the librarians.

~~~

“You asked out Lia Samson. And she said yes??” Rachel was grilling her sister an hour later.

“Yes. It was alllll over school” Katie said boredly from her perch on the window sill. She was writing in her journal, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

“I’m still in shock. I just blurted in out and she responded! And now we’re girlfriends!!” Rex was wiggling happily, an expression of bliss across her face.

“Speaking of, how are you Kat? It sucks that your crush did that to you” Rachel turned to the other teen.

“If I deny my crush enough, it’ll go away. I said it was stupid and it was never gonna work out” Katie shrugged, studying her fingernails. There were twin hums of doubt, but all three dropped the subject quickly, switching to plans for dinner and homecoming.

~~~

“I have a girlfriend” Lia was numbly stating to Pen. The other girl looked almost lifeless, like the confrontation had taken something out of her physically.

“Hey kiddo. I think you should head home. Pen and I need to talk” Dr. Picani appeared, grimacing at his daughter’s expression. Lia packed up quickly and left.

~~~2 days later~~

“For the last time, no, Miss Rekans, you cannot switch partners. I don’t care what happened, you need to have the same data” Mr Snid sighed, looking like he had no more patience left. Katie stomped off, taking her seat next to the blonde and scooting as far as possible.

“You have to talk to me sometime. We are partners” Pen said 20 minutes later, frustrated with the silence broken only by numbers to be recorded.

“No one said you had to try and make up with me. Now, DON’T DO THAT” Katie stated quietly, before knocking the other girl over. The boys in front of them had knocked into the table and spilled dangerous chemicals right where the girl had been. There were whimpers of pain after a moment, and the teacher realized Katie had taken some of the chemicals on her legs. They were currently swelling and getting more and more irritated.

“JOHN CALL THE NURSE AND 911, PENELOPE, PULL HER OVER TO THE SHOWER. BOYS, OFFICE. NOW” Mr. Snid shouted, pointing at each kid he instructed. Pen sprang up, grabbing hold of her partner’s shoulders and dragging her to the aforementioned shower. She pulled the handle with all her strength, releasing the water. There was a scream of pain as the water hit the severely irritated wounds. It did its job however, and washed the chemicals off before any more damage was done.

“I’m...sorry...Pen” The girl mumbled, meeting the girl’s eyes. Before Pen could do more than flail for words, the nurse arrived and shooed her away. She fumbled for the other girl’s phone, and hit emergency call. She pushed the button for Rex first, tears already running down her face. The girl picked up, luckily.

“Rexine, Katie, hurt, room 223″ Pen hung up before she could say anything and did the same with Rachel. Luckily, the confusion had made it so they could answer. There were thundering footsteps as the paramedics arrived.

“Please, that’s our sister. Please let us come” Rachel begged as they took her away. After a moment they nodded and the two followed.

~~~~

“Please. Let me see her? I’m..I’m her lab partner. Please?” Pen was begging the hospital staff a few hours later. Tor and Lia were also there. Dr. Picani entered behind them, and finally the group was allowed into the room. Rachel and Rex were asleep next to Katie, who was staring blankly at the TV.

“Where are your parents girls?” Dr. Picani asked.

“Out of town” Katie answered after a minute, turning her gaze on the group at last.

“I’m sorry. I should have- should have been paying more attention” Pen hiccuped clutching her hands to her chest. Lia had moved to sit on the floor next to her girlfriend.

“It wasn’t your fault. You may have been hurt more severely if you hadn’t said something when you did” Katie was trembling, tears building in her eyes.

“Pen did regret her actions” Tor spoke up quietly after a couple minutes of awkward silence.

“I know. It’s just...I thought you had figured out. And I realized it wasn’t stolen, just lost. I’m still mad you looked at it though. Come here, I know you want to hug me” Katie opened her arms. Pen ran forward, collapsing into the embrace and beginning to sob. The other girl awkwardly rubbed her back.

“I love you and I was so afraid I lost you. I...it killed me when I realized I had hurt you so badly. I always admired your bravery and, and I slowly fell in love with you. I’ve been in so many of your classes and you just....you were so amazing”

“Shsshh. I love you too airhead” Katie mumbled into Pen’s hair as she rambled on.

~~~~

Katie was released a few days later, in a wheelchair. She was excused from the lab and sat near the door in all her classes. Rex and Lia had led the charge to combine the tables. The first day Katie had been wheeled in, she nearly asked to leave. Pen had gone back to quietly maintaining distance and the possibility of sitting with her was daunting. She sucked it up and dealt with it, until she finally worked up the courage to talk to Pen. After a few days of casual conversation, she held Pen back.

“Look I...I feel the same, ok?! I just...always thought you had someone and it waas stupid but I thought you’d hate me if I tried to get close to you” Katie couldn’t keep her voice steady in her fear. She was finally shut up by a tender kiss.

“I had a few someones, but they never lasted. None of them could slice through my barriers like you have. You’re charming, and sarcastic and confident. So, does this mean we can be a thing?”

“Yea. Yea, I’d love that. Just...try to keep it on the down low? I don’t want to wreck your popularity” Pen just huffed, and pushed Katie to her next class before dashing to her own.

~~~~

Tor quickly realized out of the two groups, she was the third wheel. There was Rachel, sure, but she always seemed busy with theater, especially as the productions approached. She was a major character, and they had a preview at the pep rally, which she wanted to ace. Plus, there was Gus. He was the guy who Rachel had reluctantly begun to date a few weeks before her sister’s accident. She broke up with him right after, and he refused to leave her alone. Tor came across the two a few days before homecoming.

“Look Rach, I don’t get why you dumped me! We were the power couple, the star quarterback and the theater nerd. Plus, you are not a lesbian, and everyone can see that. You are just trying to get out of a relationship” He had her backed into a corner.

“I am a lesbian and i broke up with you for this exact reason!” She glanced around for an escape before he grabbed her chin.

“Look baby, you are in denial. You need me”

“Hey bitch, listen to the girl for once in your pathetic life. Or are you too stupid to realize someone else exists beyond your dick. You may be quarterback, but you are hated by your entire team. So shove a stick up that fat ass and hope you can piss, you sniveling sack of bitch and stupidity” Tor shoved him away, yelling at the top of her voice. Gus snarled, reaching to move her out of the way. In response, she shoved a knee towards his package before shoving a fist into his mouth. He gagged and she rammed a shoulder into him, knocking him over. Rachel pulled Tor after her, racing towards the bathroom and locking the door behind them.

“Thank you. You’re my knight in shining armor” She panted, offering a charming smile. Tor’s heart skipped a beat, making the crush obvious to even the most oblivious of people.

“It’s nothing. Just...y’know. Self-defense classes with my Dad. Bonding time finally came in handy” She smiled, ducking her head.

“No, please don’t hide those beautiful eyes. They’re my favorite feature of your’s after seeing them for the first time”

“Sap”

“Emo nightmare” The pair burst out laughing, dispelling the fear.

“look, I wanted a date to homecoming and since we’re picking your friends up and all, and I don’t wanna third wheel, would you be my date?” Rachel spoke again after a minute.

“Sure Princey. Just...don’t expect me to be a good date”

“You’ll already be perfect as you are” Tor spluttered, and Rachel started laughing again.

“Whatever. I’m claiming you as my girlfriend so creepy will back off. Just tell him the girl that beat his ass is your girlfriend. And travel in a group if possible” Storm called over her shoulder, leaving a very red Rachel.

~~~

The rest of the year was going to be interesting for sure.

#moceit #prinxiety #Intrulogical #fem!sides #sanders sides #sympathetic sides

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mathgeek101 · 4 years ago

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tag gameeeeeee

tagged by @strohller27 !!!!!!!! Thanks George~

this is a somewhat long tag game, and I have no self control about how much I talk about myself so I'm gonna put it under the cut :)

1. why did you choose your url?

I’m a mathgeek! that's it! Starting in elementary school I went to the junior high school for math classes in the morning, and then at the end of junior high I went to the high school for my math classes again, and was always in math with the grade older than me. I took AP Calc as a junior and got a 5 on the AP test, so it kinda fits I guess. I actually made the moniker for my first email account when I was 13 so I could make a facebook account.

2. any side blogs? if you have them, name them and why you have them.

LMAO I LITERALLY HAVE 4. Anyway first I have two writing blogs: @i-am-rmt for poetry, and @iamrmt for prose. They act as catalogues of my writing! The prose one is basically inactive, but seeing as it’s simply a catalogue I’m not gonna delete it. Then there is @yiling-who my side blog for The Untamed - yeah that Chinese drama that took tumblr by storm. Big thanks to @hoebutnotreally for convincing me to watch it! Lastly is my side blog for DKB @dkbtho . DKB is a rookie kpop group that I’m currently obsessed with! They’re so cute and they self produce and also do all their own choreography and are such skilled individuals and also are so funny

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

This year on November 23rd will be the 10 year birthday of mathgeek101!

4. do you have a queue tag?

“qute” it’s on sooo many of my posts because I almost exclusively post from my queue..

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

both my sisters had tumblrs, and I guess I just thought “neat, I’ll make one too.” I remember sitting on the couch during thanksgiving break while my family was watching Harry Potter (the seventh movie maybe?) and designing my blog

6. why did you choose your icon?

oh it’s me! My icon has always been me, because this blog is just a messy collection of my interests. My friend (@hoebutnotreally) did my makeup and hair and we took pictures (I posted some here too!)

7. why did you choose your header?

oh it’s me again! I took that picture on a whim with a silly snapchat filter and I thought it turned out neat, so I hid my icon on mobile and I think my blog looks pretty neat that way.

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

9. how many mutuals do you have?

I think it’s my Mushu Zuko post still... I know there’s a way to check, but I’ll just go with that post for now.

OKAY so I’m back after checking and actually it’s my post about reading Call Me, Beep Me - THE klance voltron fic

idk man is there a way to check that, too? I don’t really interact with my mutuals, and I don’t really get the huge hype around them? like, yeah, I appreciate my mutuals, and I love seeing your posts (oh my friend made a post!). I wouldn’t mind interacting with them more, I’m just awkward and suck at talking to people - even people I know in real life and have to make plans with. But all in all, if a mutual unfollows me, I’m not gonna have a meltdown or anything

10. how many followers do you have?

429! I love you guys! When I post about my followers I always tag it with “i love you guys”

11. how many people do you follow?

I’m following 147 blogs.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

does the Mushu and Zuko post count? Does “hockey is one letter away from hickey” count? I also made a post about Poe Dameron vs Edgar Allan Poe and Po from Kung Fu Panda... you decide. I tag all my original posts with “mine”

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

too much! jk I’m on it very frequently, but lately I’ve been watching youtube videos over scrolling on tumblr

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?

nah. Once I did have someone reply to a post I made somewhat rudely, and I replied to them and they didn’t say anything, so if that counts, then I WON.

15. how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

eh, they’re pretty dumb, and I’m pretty neutral about them, but I also understand that it’s problematic.

16. do you like tag games?

yes! I really enjoy talking about myself I guess! Wow! Most people honestly do love talking about themselves, and it’s even easier when it’s online and I don’t have to deal with people’s real time reactions :)

17. do you like ask games?

LOVE them. sometimes I wish I was a famous blogger so people would ask me stuff from ask games, but I also don’t reblog them that often.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ohhhh uhhhhhhh,,,,,,,, idk man

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

nah, I don’t interact with them enough for that

20. tagging

uhhh if you’ve made it this far and you want to do it consider yourself tagged :)

#mine #tag game #thanks George!!!#it was a lot of fun reading your post :)

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riveir · 5 years ago

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not to be greedy but give me,,all the texts

✆ for a MORNING text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 7:01 am ] morning captain’s practice ran late so i’ve gotta hit the showers and head right to first period. [ sms → astrid sloan , 7:01 am ] which means i’ll miss wishing you luck on that calc exam in person but i didn’t want to miss it entirely. [ sms → astrid sloan , 7:02 am ] you’ve got this! we studied enough for it, and you’re completely prepared.

✉ for a TEXT THAT WASN’T SENT.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 3:23 pm ] my mom just called and said her and my dad won’t be back until late tonight. [ sms → astrid sloan , 3:23 pm ] do you want to come over? maybe stay for dinner? the house is feeling especially empty. this place is too big to be left alone in.

☎ for a RUSHED text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 10:07 pm ] i’m coming i’m sorry i know it’s taking longer than i said it would [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:07 pm ] there’s a ton of people back here and teachers and stuff who are trying to catch all of us after the show and congratulate us [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:08 pm ] principal vaughn wants to chat but if you wanna just go ahead i won’t blame you i can stop by when i’m out of here or i can just see you tomorrow whatever’s easiest [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:08 pm ] i’m sorry again but thank you so much for coming i really appreciate it i know it was kinda long but it means a lot to me!!

⁇ for a DRUNK text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 11:19 pm ] lax party getting out of hand [ sms → astrid sloan , 11:19 pm ] no danger just crazy [ sms → astrid sloan , 11:20 pm ] no driving for me tonigt i think im gonna walk home ill can see u tomorrrow

✿ for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 5:27 pm ] i'm just getting out of practice now and my parents are gonna be out until late [ sms → astrid sloan , 5:27 pm ] i just have to take a quick shower, but if you want to come over later and hang out you’re more than welcome to [ sms → astrid sloan , 5:28 pm ] or you could come over now rather than wait, of course ;)

ø for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 2:28 am ] i can’t sleep and i think part of it is because i feel guilty about this student body president thing. [ sms → astrid sloan , 2:28 am ] shouldn’t i be trying to make impressions with these colleges based on things i’m actually passionate about? something that has meaning to me? [ sms → astrid sloan , 2:29 am ] besides, there are people who this stuff actually really matters to. why should i threaten to take that away from them? [ sms → astrid sloan , 2:29 am ] i know you won’t see these until morning. but i had to get it off my chest, if just in hopes that it’ll help me get to sleep.

✘ for a HATEFUL text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 6:46 pm ] i know i don’t usually say things like this, and i don’t like to speak this way, but the way some people treat others at our school is disgusting. [ sms → astrid sloan , 6:47 pm ] that kid that lives over on hermosa, in our world history class? i was leaving our game and i just saw a couple kids on the football team picking on him and saying some pretty awful things about him and his family. [ sms → astrid sloan , 6:47 pm ] it’s hard enough for kids our age to make meaningful friendships in today’s society without this divisive culture of privilege our school perpetuates. [ sms → astrid sloan , 6:48 pm ] anyways i stopped to check on him and chat for a few minutes so that’s why i’m running a little late. i’ll be over soon.

# for a RANDOM text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 11:07 am ] starbucks or dunkin this morning? [ sms → astrid sloan , 11:07 am ] i’ll stop for coffees on my way to pick you up, we can take it to the beach with us.

@ for a SCARED text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 12:17 am ] just checking in - haven’t heard from you tonight and i know you said you were on your own. [ sms → astrid sloan , 12:17 am ] i’m just getting back from that fundraiser with my parents, if you need anything give me a call.

& for a LOVING text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 8:32 pm ] we just landed from italy. [ sms → astrid sloan , 8:32 pm ] i can’t wait to see you :) i really missed you while we were away. [ sms → astrid sloan , 8:33 pm ] i thought about you all the time and how i wished you were there and all the things we could’ve been doing together.

% for a CURIOUS text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 1:52 pm ] did you ever surf competitively? [ sms → astrid sloan , 1:53 pm ] i know you take lessons still but i was just thinking and i realized i don’t think i’ve ever asked.

ツ for an EXCITED text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 10:24 pm ] good news - parents okayed renting that beach house for a weekend :) [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:24 pm ] if you’re still up for it, of course. no pressure, just wanted you to know they agreed and offered to cover it - as a birthday present.

$ for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 5:35 pm ] i didn’t realize you and dad were going out again, but next time maybe you could give me a call instead of leaving a note on the counter? i was kind of counting on us all having dinner tonight and i thought it would’ve been good for all of us to be together.

♀ for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ sms → astrid sloan , 10:57 pm ] i’m still so sorry that you found out that way. [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:57 pm ] but i’m not sure i would’ve ever been able to tell anyone if it wasn’t just a spur of the moment kind of thing. [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:58 pm ] even thinking of telling just you was terrifying. [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:58 pm ] i was so scared of what anyone would say - not just you. [ sms → astrid sloan , 10:58 pm ] i can’t help feeling like i let you down, though. and i’m really, truly sorry.

text messages meme / accepting!

#feelslife #。 ·ﾟ ⎛ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 ⎠ astrid sloan.#the suggestive one?#absolutely based on astrid saying she missed watching him shower jfdklsaf #long post tw

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passingdaysthings · 2 years ago

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03.5.2023 - Oh boy, peace?

Today is Sunday

It seems like I really like writing on Sundays, and as usual, I read my last post before writing this one. Taylor and I slightly discussed why I deleted the pictures and videos, and I told him, it was just awkward for me when he would flirt with Victoria. This was something he decided to address only after drinking quite a bit. It seems like he didn’t think it was hardcore flirting, but I said I thought it was and it make me feel awkward. The man literally said he wanted to buy her flowers for Valentines, and he asked her to be his Valentines. Tbh, I didn’t think much of the Valentines thing, and it was more of the flowers thing. He wanted to send flowers to her even though that is not something he would do for anyone. I also told him it was just weird for me because she is my best friend, and she knows about our “friendship”. I guess it’s not weird to him because he probably thinks she doesn’t know anything about our “friendship”. I wonder if he will start acting weird or changing how he acts since I voiced my opinion about it. I really wish our friendship could go back to the regular friendship that it use to be. None of the sexual talk, no sleeping together talk, and just completely delete those 2 months of very relationship type stuff. I may have deleted the picture I sent, but then we just sent new ones. Life would be so much more peaceful if I could just stop this, but I just can’t help it. Why am I like this? I’ve never been like this before, and to be honest, Taylor could go date someone else, and I wouldn’t have much thought about it. I think I need to stop trying to understand Taylor too because that is not going to happen since he never speaks his mind. I need to get over it. I must really be bored or something to let these things continue bothering me enough to write about it.

Onto other things, I am really annoyed with how my school teaches class because I feel like I am just getting the definition of things and no example. It’s like they expect to know how to work a problem based purely on knowing the definition of something. Like sir? Can I get an example or something related? I just don’t understand why school is taught so different from how things would be taught in real life. I am 100% that I will have to go through training at my future job regardless of what I learned in school. No way I am gonna start a new job, and they just throw me into the deep end without training. That’s how school is currently so it makes no sense to me. Thank you for the example, now would you please work on a problem similar to the one on homework. That would be useful. Also, I hate that homework is graded for correctness rather than completion. My problem with that is homework is used for us to practice what we learned in class, and mistakes are gonna be made because it is our first time learning or doing a problem like that. I don’t understand why it’s graded for correctness like an exam or test. I think that homework should be done, graded based on completion, and then feedback should be given so that our mistakes are something we can use to study for the then graded exam. That just makes way more sense to me. I think I am doing fine though, but it’s annoying how hard I have to work. I would have to say that I am pretty proud of myself for how well I am doing for someone who hasn’t done Calc 1 since high school, and has never taken calc 2, calc 3, dicrete math, and linear algebra untli now. From what I know, most of the people in my program already have a background in this, and I am really part of the minority that hasn’t done any of this before. I am iffy with my python skills though because I googled a lot of that stuff. I have learned that coding is a very interesting thing that no one seems to really know how to do, and everyone resorts to asking others on the internet about it. I am also pretty sure that I signed myself up for a hard time next quarter because I am taking 2 classes which consist of Prob and Stats for Data Science and Python Software Dev.

Reasons for incoming poor mental health:

1. I am pretty harsh on myself so I get pretty upset when I don’t understand things right away. Prob and Stats was a class I struggled in during undergrad and Python is very new to me. Failure is happening.

2. I have been getting distracted pretty easily, but I think that I have just thought of a solution. I am going to use Tracy’s room as my work room.

3. I definitely won’t have time to play video games so I think the lack of friendship will take it’s toll. Ofc, I will still have my volleyball friends so it won’t be too bad.

4. I get annoyed when things are taught the way they are currently being taught. I hope that it gets better. I don’t think it was that bad the first quarter.

I think that is enough for this post because I need to get back to watching Khan academy videos since the async lectures from class are useless.

-P

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woildismyerster · 7 years ago

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Avoiding It

A Davey x reader fic, way longer than it needs to be because I have no self control.

You have been telling Davey how you feel for over a year, but he doesn’t seem to be picking up on it at all.

1. The Discovery

Despite the massive population of Manhattan, everybody knew that Jack Kelly’s crew hung out at Jacobi’s from the end of the school day to just before the dinner rush. It wasn’t every kid, every day, but all of the kids that were there were inevitably a friend of his.

You, despite having been one of those kids for years now, weren’t quite sure how you became a part of the crew. Maybe it was because Jack had come to your mother’s house in the afternoons in elementary school after his dad died. Maybe it was because you and Race were the only two to know the Thriller dance at the eighth grade dance, thus making you two partners in some elite club. Maybe it was because in Journalism class, freshman year, you made Katherine laugh by spelling out swear words with the first letter on each line in your articles. Whatever the reason, you would spend your afternoons pretending that you would finish your homework in the diner.

“What’s the buzzkill today, Y/N?” You had been scribbling rough little flowers in the corner of the worksheet, but you looked up when Elmer took your pen to twirl around his fingers.

“Pre-Calc,” you groaned.

You both grinned when at least three of the other boys let out of a chorus of swear words and agreements.

“Three weeks of dividing functions, and I still don’t understand a thing,” Race said with wide-eyed disbelief. He slung an arm over your shoulder and threw his head against the padded back of the booth with melodramatic despair.

Junior year was your favorite so far, but also the most difficult. You and Race had been languishing in the rowboat of children who had been extraordinary when young, but then found themselves unprepared for everybody else to catch up. The children who thought they were geniuses until they saw what geniuses really looked like.

“Excuse me, pardon - Y/N!”

Speak of the devil.

You turned, maybe not too eager

(Probably too eager)

when you heard Davey call your name. He was scooching past the boys sitting around you with two milkshakes in hand. Race gave a harrumph of annoyance when Davey leaned past him to get to you.

“Oh, Davey, you didn’t have to-” You held out your hands to take one of the glasses, surprised, but he waved you off.

“The Girl-Scout Cookie Shakes are the best shakes in the diner. I won’t let you go another day without trying one just because you already spent your allowance,” he said with a sweet smile.

“And this, Davey, is why I love you,” you said without thinking. Your eyes were glued the tall glass, mouth already watering at the thought of the Thin Mints. Your mouth dried when you realized that while you meant exactly when you had said, you didn’t mean it exactly the way you had intended to say it.

Race gaped at you, smile growing, and some of the other boys hid grins and dropped jaws behind their hands or looked away as though they weren’t listening.

“It’s nothing,” Davey said with an awkward shrug.

“No,” you said earnestly. “No, Davey, this is why I love you.” Looking at his neat hair, his carefully ironed collared shirt, and his sweet smile, you knew that it was true. You loved this infuriatingly perfect boy.

“You’re welcome,” he acquiesced. He turned away with a bashful smile to talk to Jack and Katherine about an AP US History paper.

You and Race exchanged a look, his amused and yours baffled and annoyed.

You had just told Davey that you loved him twice, and he hadn’t picked up on it. Forget infuriatingly perfect, he was purely infuriating.

2. The Humiliation

When you signed up for a Team Sports class for the beginning of your Senior year, you had been ready to beg God for death daily. It was either a gym class or a woodworking class, and an incident in middle school had ensured that you would stay ten feet away from saws at all times.

(“It’s not my fault that the wood broke when I was trying to use the miter saw, Albert! I didn’t throw my finger in the way of the blade on purpose, and if you say that no guy is gonna want to marry a girl missing the tip of her pinky finger one more time, I swear-”)

You had been shocked to see Davey in your hour, but he had dodged your questions.

“But you said that you had an independent study during this period,” you had said suspiciously.

He had waved you off, a little too flippant to be believable. “It fell through. This was the only class that fit my schedule.”

“But you just talked to the teacher last week, and-”

“It didn’t work out,” he said with finality. He had avoided your eyes until you gave in and smiled.

“Well, it’s good to know I have a partner for everything.” Not an athletic partner, but the best company that you could think of.

Now, six weeks in, it was almost your favorite hour of the day. Almost, if not for the sports and the locker room. But it was the time of day that you got to talk one on one to Davey. It was the time of day that he was less perfect, his hair mussed and skin gleaming with sweat. The only thing that could possibly have made it better would have been if the class had swim days. As terrible as changing into a swimsuit in front of all those other girls would have been, Davey Jacobs in swim trunks would have been more than worth it.

The two of you were partners for doubles tennis, and the two of you were terrible.

Davey stuck his tongue out a little and tossed the ball into the air, swinging in a mad attempt at a serve. He hit it hard, but the ball didn’t even make it to the net. You gave a loud guffaw, but tried to stifle it when Davey shot you a dirty look.

“You aren’t any better,” he said with a dry grin.

“I don’t have to be good to see that you aren’t,” you said. You moved to get the ball, shooting a wink his way, but you froze when you felt something give. No, not a give. It was a feeling every girl came to know and dread. Your eyes widened, trying to do the math, but already knew that you had just started your period in the middle of the tennis courts. The gush wasn’t short or light, and even just shifting your legs a little closer together let you feel the blood shift.

“Y/N?” Davey’s face had sobered into concern. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you said levelly. There was no lying about this. This wasn’t a light flow that you could play off by angling yourself away from him. You shifted again, this time to mask yourself as you brushed your fingers against the back of your shorts. They were wet, and your fingers came away red. “Can you some here for a second?”

“Come on! Get the ball!” The boys across from you were getting annoyed, but you did nothing but hold your middle finger up at them.

“What’s wrong?” Davey’s face was slack and serious. Normally you would have been mortified, but the shock of it had turned your nerves to steel. Being coy or ladylike wouldn’t get anything done in this situation, so you skipped over the tact.

“Davey, I just started my period, and I am bleeding through my shorts.”

His gaze dropped down a smidge, but he looked up at the sky, cheeks reddening, before his eyes dropped low enough to see. “I, ah, I don’t-”

“Davey,” you said again. He looked at your face again, and you smiled a humorless grin. “I need to go inside, and if you wouldn’t mind, I’d really appreciate it if you walked behind me so the others can’t see it.”

“Right. Right, yeah, block the view. I can do that.” He grabbed your shoulders and whirled you around, chest pressed your back.

“Uh, Davey?”

“Yeah?”

“Two things. One, we should tell the teacher before leaving.”

His hands froze on your shoulders. “Right, yeah, that’d be good.”

“Two, if you stand that close to me, I will definitely get blood on your-” His thighs and crotch. You would rub blood on his thighs and crotch.

His hands fell from you as he took a small step back. He called the teacher over, whispered the word “period”, and was immediately pushed to walk you to the locker room.

Davey made the walk harder than it needed to be, but you appreciated the enthusiasm. You were pretty sure that people could tell what the issue was by how close to you he walked, but you basked in the proximity. It was the wrong moment, you knew, but you could feel his body warmth even though you didn’t touch.

He stood outside the locker room while you changed back into your regular clothes. His gaze flickered down again when you walked back out. “Do you have-”

“Yes,” you said with a slight smile. “Believe me, I have everything I need with me, all the time. I just didn’t think I’d need it on the tennis courts.”

His head bobbed up and down, still uncomfortable, but relieved. “Good. That’s - that’s great. Stellar.”

The gym doors slammed open to let the other kids in class back inside to change. Davey moved to join the group of boys going to change, but you brushed your fingers against his arm. He looked back at you, achingly handsome with his hair dangling in front of his eyes.

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, heart soft and fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress. “You totally saved my life today and I. Love. You.”

His mouth opened a little, alarmed, before he closed it again with a low dip of his chin. “Don’t sweat it. Anybody would have done it.”

You shrugged, heart sinking. “I wouldn’t have wanted just anybody. You handled it spectacularly. Thanks.”

When he walked to change back into his regular clothes, you sat clumsily against the bleachers. He still didn’t get it. You weren’t even at the point of being a damsel in distress. Even though being one would have been degrading, at least he probably would have kissed you afterwards.

3. The Party

You were drunk, you were clumsy, and you had Davey Jacobs’ tongue in your mouth.

Katherine had invited a bunch of you over to her house when she found out that her dad was going to be gone for the weekend.

“The parents away, the kids will play. How clichéd, Kath,” you had teased while leaning against her locker.

Jack had laughed out loud, arm slung around her waist. “Does that mean we get to trash the house?”

She had playfully elbowed his in the stomach. “If you do, you don’t have to worry about dealing with my father. To do that, you would have to survive dealing with me.”

It hadn’t been a rager or anything; Katherine didn’t like enough people to invite the sorts that would get too crazy. It was a few of her friends, a few obligatory invites, and all of Jack’s gang. There had been alcohol and dancing. There had been scattered shouts of “what are the odds” and drunken arguments over how many times Hollaback Girl could be played before it wasn’t fun anymore.

“The answer,” you had whispered to Davey, “is that the limit does not exist.” You had been drinking, not too much, but enough that your words came a little slower. The two of you leaned against the back wall of the living room.

His smile had been broad, a little looser than usual. He had only been sipping at his beer, but he was a lightweight. He looked distinctly ruffled, and you wanted to run your hands through his hair. “There are other good songs.”

“There are not,” you exclaimed. “Hollaback Girl is the only song of any significance, ever.”

“No way,” he said.

“It is high art, Davey.”

He had thrown back his head in a loud laugh. A few people turned to look at the two of you, most of them smiling when they turned back around. Race grinned, sticking out his tongue and waggling his eyebrows when you nodded to him.

“Want a refill?” Davey’s question caught you off guard. He wasn’t even halfway through his cup, but when his fingers brushed against yours as he grabbed for your cup, a chasm opened in your stomach.

“Sure. Mind if I come with?”

You honestly didn’t remember how it happened. You remembered walking out of the basement and into the kitchen. You remembered looking at his long eyelashes while he got more beer. You remembered him asking you if Gwen Stefani was Bach’s equal as a musician.

Then you remembered yourself perching on the edge of the counter, hands tangled in his hair. His lips moved against yours, a little sloppy but very enthusiastic. You wrapped one leg around his waist to pull him closer to you, core’s pressed against each other. One of his hands gripped at your thigh, and you gave a low purr that you hadn’t known you were capable of.

He smiled a little at the sound, tearing his lips from yours to trail kisses along your jaw. He moved down to your neck, tongue brushing against your collarbone, and you were vaguely pleased that you had worn something low-cut.

A strangled “oof” of surprise sent the two of you pulling away from each other to look at whoever made the sound.

It was Crutchie, cheeks reddening and awkward grin growing. “Davey - Y/N - I am so sorry. I didn’t know that you two, were, well,” he trailed off.

Davey was disentangling himself. You cared less about Crutchie, who look absolutely horrified to have interrupted, than you did about the cold air that rushed in when Davey left.

“We weren’t anything, Crutchie,” Davey said frantically. He looked back at you, maybe hoping for agreement, but you were at a loss for words. You two had kissed, and it wasn’t anything to him.

“I just-” Crutchie looked so bewildered, the poor thing. He had locked eyes with you, rightfully knowing that what happened meant everything to you. “I just wanted a drink.”

Davey looked between the two of you, ears scarlet, before stammering, “I’ve gotta go.” He staggered away, leaving you and Crutchie in the empty kitchen.

You slid down from the countertop miserably. Opening the fridge, you grabbed two beers and tossed one to Crutchie. He caught it deftly, not needing to think as he did so. He had killer reflexes, but that hardly mattered at the moment. You opened your can and chugged it all, eyes shut as you drank. You didn’t like beer, not really, but you thought that you needed one.

“Don’t sweat it, bud,” you said forlornly. “We aren’t anything.”

Davey didn’t say anything in the group chat all weekend. Everybody else was sending pictures and stories from the party, laughing at stupid things people did while drunk. You and Crutchie meekly said that nothing had happened, that it had been a great time, and Davey said nothing at all.

On Monday, you expected him to say nothing to you at all. He hadn’t texted. He hadn’t called. He hardly ever did either of those things, but the radio silence just enforced what you already suspected. He had meant it when he said that the two of you weren’t anything, and he regretted the kiss.

You expected him to sit a polite distance away during lunch, conveniently in a conversation with somebody, anybody else, as long as it meant that he didn’t have to talk to you. You didn’t have any classes together this term, so he could get away with pushing you away with little lying necessary.

We just grew apart, you rehearsed to yourself as you walked into the school on Monday morning. If you were going to have to cover for the awkwardness, you would need something ready. We’re still friends and everything, but I guess we aren’t meant to be any closer than that. Just friends, friends that talk because we have people in common who-

A hand wrapped around your elbow and you stiffened. You liked to get to school early, before anybody else, just so you could get ready without interruption. Nobody who would grab your arm came as early as you. You turned your head, just a little, and saw that it was Davey holding onto you. He looked pale and urgent as you gaped at him.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.”

“Davey,” you said distantly. “What are you doing here? You take Les to school in the morning.”

He waved it off impatiently. “I took him early. I wanted to talk to you before the boys came, and it had to be in person. I am so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” you asked. You’d accept whatever he said, but you needed to know what he was bothered by.

“I kissed you at the party,” he said, aghast. “You were drunk, I was drunk, and I kissed you. I didn’t even ask, and you aren’t supposed to take advantage of people when they’re drunk-”

You grinned, but tried to stifle it when he met your eyes again. “Davey, you didn’t take advantage of me.”

“I did. I took advantage of you, and now it’s going to ruin everything between us,” he said mournfully.

“No,” you said resolutely. He looked up at you again, hands wringing, and you didn’t let him look away. You locked eyes. “You didn’t ruin anything. We kissed, and I still love you. You ran off, and I still love you. Everything is fine.”

He took a deep breath. “Everything is fine,” he echoed.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He hugged you back, grateful, and you tried not to feel bitter about any of it. You loved him, romantically of course, but also platonically. He hadn’t ruined anything, and now you had to do the same. If he wasn’t hearing you when you told him you loved him, it had to be because he was forcibly not hearing you. If you tried to force him, it might ruin more than a kiss could.

4. The End

You adjusted your graduation cap in the mirror. The caps really just looked terrible on everybody. How do people in movies make them look good?

Commencement, after party, then home, you told yourself. It would be a long day, but then it would be summer. It was the first year that you weren’t totally stoked for the vacation. You just felt like things couldn’t be done yet. Things hadn’t been settled. It wasn’t a picture perfect movie ending. You were graduating, you’d have the summer with everybody, and then what? College, sure, but what would happen? Everybody said that people hardly ever stayed in touch with people from high school, but you didn’t want to lose everybody.

You were standing in lines, walking side by side into the gymnasium to receive diplomas. You were walking by Romeo, who grabbed your hand and squeezed it before the two of you split. For once, it didn’t feel like a come-on. It felt like nerves and nostalgia; excitement and uncertainty. You squeezed back and kept your eyes forward. You didn’t want to lose any of the gang. You hated high school, but you loved them.

You loved them when while you tossed the caps into the air and your friends scrambled to grab each others’ before anybody could grab their own. You held Smalls’ cap with pride as you hurried out of the room.

You loved them while you took pictures on the school lawn. You had one arm around Race and one around Specs, both of whom had an arm around your waist.

You loved them when your mom pulled you and Davey aside to take a picture. Your grandmother smiled at the two of you, standing a respectable distance apart, and shook her head.

“I thought the two of you would date,” she said regretfully. “You would have made such a handsome couple.”

Davey gave a false sounding laugh. “Yeah, no, Y/N has never wanted to date me.”

You gaped at him. “Are you an idiot?”

His eyebrows rocketed into his hairline and his mouth opened and closed, wordless.

Your grandmother was looking at the two of you, a little uncomfortable. Your mother put an arm on her shoulder, moving to take her away to give the two of you a moment.

“Come on, Mom,” she said lightly. “Let’s give the kids a second.”

As the older woman was hobbling away, you heard her asking your mom if that was right. “Did I say something wrong? I’ve never heard Y/N talk to him like that.”

“You are the most oblivious, forcibly ignorant person I have ever known.” Your voice was high, a little shaky, but he just looked lost.

“What are you talking about?” His hands were bunched around the graduation cap. His had Finch’s name printed in small, even letters.

Race came up behind you and clapped a hand on your shoulder, but you could hear Katherine’s whispered command to back away. You could feel them, all standing behind you, and Davey’s eyes went a little panicky again. He went to duck his head, pushing the conversation aside to let your friends in, but you scowled.

“No, we are having this talk,” you said with a frown. He looked up, a little alarmed. “Have you not listened to a single word that I have said in the past year and a half?” He stammered out something incomprehensible, but you cut him off.

“I haven’t just been wearing my heart on my sleeve; I have thrown it into your stupid face and you thought, what? That I told you I loved you because you gave me a milkshake?”

“Well, I mean, you said thank-”

“And when I bled all over my shorts? Did you think I was just being polite? When have I ever done something to be polite? Did you think,” you asked in a low voice, “that I just made out with you at a party because I was drunk? If I was looking for some drunken hookup, I would have found Romeo.”

Behind you, Race let out a bark of laughter. A few of the other boys snickered, and Davey’s eyes sparkled a little.

“And when you said that you had ruined things, I said that I still love you. Is that really so hard to understand?” You took a step closer, simultaneously furious and terrified. “Let me make things completely, impossibly clear. I love you. It has always been you, Davey. I’ve told you that I love you, what, 4 times? 5? Every time, you brush it off. It’s on you that we haven’t dated.”

Things had gone silent around you. People were turning to look at the two of you, but you didn’t care. You were panting a little, hands trembling at chest heaving, while Davey stared at you.

“I love you too,” he said.

“I,” you began. “What?”

He took a hesitant step closer, evidently unsure what you wanted him to do. “I love you. I just wasn’t sure that you wanted to - that you were interested in me.”

Behind you, Jack gave a wolf whistle. A few of the boys clapped, and Davey blinked. He glanced over your shoulder, apparently thinking that the spell was broken, but you grabbed him by the tassles on his gown and dragged his mouth down to yours.

His hands flailed to the side for a second, but he carefully settled them against your waist. You had graduated, and next you had the summer. You weren’t going to lose this, you promised him silently. This wasn’t how it would end.

He didn’t need to tell you that he had loved you the entire time. He didn’t need to explain that he had bought you a milkshake because it was all he had to give. He didn’t have to explain that he cancelled the independent study so he could be in the gym class with you, though he really had been excited for the independent study and he really hated gym class. He didn’t have to say that kissing you meant something, because you already knew.

When Autumn came, you weren’t scared to lose everybody. You loved them. You loved him. That would be enough.

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