#and then my old elementary gym teacher

[cowboymoonking]

I’m not saying I will but,,,, Wymack thoughts feelings…. Face casts or general appearance

#when I read the books the first time he was such a. random character in my mind #like the dad from Hannah Montana #and then my old elementary gym teacher #then a hot regular so like I can’t place him #oh god #I rememebr when I’d just #father figure save me challenge #king speaks

[oneforthemunny]

orrr maybe earlier in the relationship with Janitor Eddie, they go through a haunted maze/haunted house together

falling |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: a "haunted house" looks a little different at hawkins elementary's fall festival. apart of my spooky stories series <3

“Are you scared?” Eddie muttered, hands rubbing down your arms sweetly. 

“Terrified.” You grin, turning to look back at him. “Think I should use the bathroom now? Might pee on myself, I’ll get so scared.” 

A laugh bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest, dimples deepening with a stretched smile. “Yeah? Jeez, babe, now you’ve got me worried.” Eddie looked at the entrance of the small gym door- the old gym, from years and years before. The school still kept the building, used it for parties and storage- for the Haunted House during the Hawkins Elementary Fall Festival. 

“Didn’t know your kids were this scary.” Eddie hummed, stepping up slowly as the line moved. 

“Terrifying. You didn’t know?” You teased, eyes sparkling the way they always did when you joked with him. It made Eddie swoon. “Steve’s a lot braver than me. Offering to work it this year. He’s a Saint for that.” 

“Yeah, he is…” Eddie muttered, hands balling in his leather jacket pocket. He definitely did it out of the goodness in his heart, and not the thirty dollar bribe Eddie gave him so he could spend the night with you. 

“I’m excited to see it though.” You chirped. “They’ve been working so hard in art. We had to cut bats out the other day- do you know how hard it is to cut a bat with kiddie scissors?” 

“Never tried, but I can imagine.” Eddie smiled. “I don’t know how your fingers even fit in those. My hands cramp thinking about it.” 

“Years of practice.” You bump your hip playfully with his. “Pretty much an entire semester in college. I swear, all we did was cut construction paper and make arts and crafts for different projects. It was the best and the worst class. My hands were sticky for a semester.” 

“That’s… wow, actually now that you say that, I do remember Steve taking that class.” Eddie laughed, curls bouncing with every soft shake of his head. “He was always covered in glitter. Just unexplainably glittery.” 

You laughed, that crystal, beautiful laugh that had Eddie’s knees wobbling. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” 

It was your turn next, stepping up to the small box where a student and chaperone sat. Amanda, from your class. “There’s just two of us.” You grin at her. 

Her eyes flitted back from you and Eddie, grinning with her own excitement. “That’s two tickets.” She held her hand out, taking the tickets eagerly. The chaperone handed her the stamp, a scaredy cat outline in purple ink. She hesitated on Eddie’s hand, stamping it on his un-tattooed knuckles. 

You waved goodbye, arm snaking around Eddie’s, pushing the streamers to the side. “Guess the secret’s out.” You mutter, the stamp glowing in the black light of the dark room. 

“Guess so.” You could feel Eddie tense slightly, a shaky breath. “You-You’re cool with it?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “Eddie, I don’t care what my fourth graders think about my love life.” You shake your head. “We’re gonna be a hot topic at recess, that’s all.” 

“Yeah? Kinda boosts my ego.” Eddie puffed his chest out playfully. 

“I can tell.” You giggle. “Head’s getting bigger already.” 

“Could be my hair.” Eddie ran a hand down his curls. “Kinda hot in here. Think my curls are starting to frizz.” 

“I think they look good.” You hum, smoothing a sweet hand down the curly locks, still soft and clean from the shower he took earlier. His hair was damp when he picked you up, from a rushed shower and too impatient to let it dry all the way; too excited to see you. 

“Enter if you dare,” The dramatic, scary tone of Steve Harrington- in his Dracula ensamble- floated down the hallway. “And don’t touch, ok? Hands to yourself. Have a good time.” Steve nodded, letting the kids down the hallways, dark with animated, age appropriate scary sounds courtesy of the Halloween Screams CD playing on a loop. 

“Hey, you’ve been in here three times, and you only have one stamp. You sneaking in here or just not leaving?” Steve frowned, stopping the boy in the Donatello costume. 

You laughed, pulling Steve’s attention to you. He rolled his eyes. “Just- Last time or get in line like everyone else, alright?” Steve nodded towards the Ninja Turtle. 

“What? You’re not doing the voice for us?” Eddie grinned, brows raised in amusement. 

“Shut up, Munson.” Steve muttered, pulling the plastic fangs out of his mouth. “Shoulda charged you more.” 

Eddie glared at him, eyes cutting to you. You were too busy looking at the decorations, waving to your own excited students. “Wow, Harrington. This is very scary.” 

“Yeah? You jealous? Want to switch with me?” Steve snorted lightly. 

“Oh, no.” You shook your head. “I would never want to deprive you of this. You’re really in your element.” 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you two. You’re doing the Christmas party. You think candy is bad? Wait until it’s candy, and hot chocolate, and winter break. See who’s laughing then.” Steve quipped, an eye roll that had both you and Eddie laughing, leaning in to each other. 

“Alright, go in. Don’t touch anything. These decorations are barely hanging on.” Steve pulled the curtain. 

You clung to Eddie’s arm- for your students, you told him, so they would think you were scared. Eddie didn’t mind, of course. He was more than happy to have you on his arm. Watching your exaggerated expressions, the kids' dramatic scares and giggles that followed when they saw it was you. For once, whispers following when he passed down the hallways didn’t bother him. They were different from the ones from years before, when he was in Hawkins Elementary as a student, a lanky, skinny boy with holes in his clothes; who never had a Halloween costume unless he made one, and then the kids made fun of him. 

He would have killed for a teacher like you. Someone who would’ve been kind to him. You brought in extra costumes, bought from the Salvation Army, put them in your treasure chest for the kids like him, who didn’t have a costume. You picked up shifts at Melvald’s to pay for extra things around the holidays, working on weekends and nights when you could for some extra money. Gave up your own time so your kids could be happy; it made Eddie’s head spin in the best way. 

You sat across from Eddie on the wooden picnic table, cradling the plastic tray of cut apples and caramel sauce. “So what’s your fall snack?” You ask, head tilting gently towards him. 

“My what?” Eddie blinked. 

“Your fall snack?” You grin, wiping your hands on the thin napkins. “Y’know, like when fall comes, what’s the one thing you crave? Like caramel apples or pumpkin bread…” 

Eddie smiled, he could feel himself blushing. He didn’t even know why he was blushing, yet the heat still rose from his chest and crept up his collarbones. He hoped you couldn’t see how flushed he was under the streetlights. 

“Uh, I don’t really… Oh, wait.” Eddie grinned. “Fried apple pie with vanilla ice cream.” 

“Fried apple pie?” You lifted a brow. 

“With vanilla ice cream.” Eddie nodded. “You ever had one?” You shook your head. 

“Oh, baby, I gotta take you. When I was little, Wayne would take me to this Amish grocery store out past the quarry. He always got a pie there for Thanksgiving, and he’d get me a fried apple pie and vanilla ice cream. I don’t even like vanilla, but with that? Life changing, baby.” Eddie grinned, sighing. It was heavy but not sad… nostalgic. 

“That sounds amazing.” You grin. “I love vanilla ice cream.” 

“I know.” Eddie smiled. He had remembered that. This summer, after a movie date, he’d taken you to an ice cream parlor. You’d sat in the booth, giggling over melting cones- your vanilla, his chocolate. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll have to take you sometime.” Eddie nodded, eyes cutting to you carefully. “If you want to.” 

“Yeah,” You smile, nodding. “We should go sometime. Bring Wayne back a pie.”

“God, he’d love that.” Eddie laughed. He’d love you even more than he already does, Eddie mused. The old man was already egging Eddie on, better buy her a ring, boy, she’s a keeper. Eddie knew you were. He’d started saving for rings after your second date, but he’d never tell you that. 

“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” You hum, your own smile small, a little shy. “I know this isn’t like a great date or anything, but my kids like to see me. I like to see them.” 

“No, it’s… I had fun- I’m having fun.” Eddie stuttered, a little nervous. Did he look like he wasn’t having fun? Fuck, he was, he really was. Maybe he should have played it up with the kids, he just didn’t want to take away from you. They were your kids and he’d never want to step in front of you, steal your moment. 

“Yeah?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. Eddie nods, brown eyes wide, curls bobbing. “I’m having fun with you too.” Eddie thought he might pass out. 

“They were so cute, all their little costumes.” You smile, chin resting on your palm. “They get to dress up two times so I know they’re just over the moon.” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Halloween party is Tuesday, right?” Eddie asked. He knew when it was, he was going to have to clean overtime for all the Halloween parties. 

You nodded. “I can’t wait for you to see my costume.” You grin, brows bouncing playfully at him. 

“I can’t either.” Your smile is contagious to Eddie, leaving him grinning and swooning. “You gonna go all in?” 

“No,” You shook your head. “Just a costume. Nothing fancy. The kids like it, so…” You trail off. “It’s not new or anything, I wear it every year, but you’ve never seen it so new to you.” 

“I can’t wait.” Eddie smiled, knee bouncing under the table. 

“Are you going to dress up?” You asked, lashes fluttering towards him sweetly. 

“No,” Eddie scoffed lightly. “I mean, I wasn’t going to. Don’t really have anything. Guess I could wear my Michael Myers mask with my coveralls?” 

You laugh. “Yeah, think you’d really scare the kids.” 

“That’s the point, right? What you’re supposed to do, right? Scare the shit out of them.” Eddie smirked. 

“Might get fired, but worth it, right?” You jest back. 

“Definitely worth it.” Eddie nodded. “Maybe I’ll wear the old coveralls in there. Say I’m dressing up as Sal.” 

You laugh. “That would be really funny, actually.” Your eyes shone under the lights, bright and dazzling back at Eddie. 

“Yeah? Alright, I’ll do it then.” Eddie nodded. “Sorry it’s not a surprise.” 

“That’s ok. Mine will be more than worth it.” You smile confidently at him. 

“I know it will be.” Eddie said quickly, eyes widening. Fuck, had he said that outloud? His eyes widened slightly, watching you carefully- bracing himself for the inward cringe, the snarl, things he was used to in the past. Not from you. No, all that came was a shy smile, chin ducking down to hide your flushing face. 

“You want one?” You ask, breaking the silence with the slide of your tray towards him. 

“I’m ok.” Eddie shook his head politely. 

“C’mon, I know you want one.” You press lightly. “You paid for them.” 

“Yeah, for you.” Eddie countered, giving you a pointed look. “But if you insist.” He hummed, grabbing a green apple, scooping a glob of caramel on it. 

“Would never want to deprive you.” You wink, and Eddie nearly chokes on the chewed apple he’s swallowing. 

One of your kids passes by, waving goodbye, holding their tired mom’s hand. You wave back politely to both of them. 

“Hey, uh,” Eddie starts, sweaty palms rubbing down his jeans. He knows it’s the end of the night. You don’t have any plans further, not yet anyways. “Do you- You like scary movies?” 

“Depends.” You hum, tossing the empty plastic away in the trash bin. “How scary are we talking?” 

“Not crazy.” Eddie slides in beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. The rides and music are dying down, the Hawkins’ PTA lingering behind with large trash bags, loading station wagons. “Pumpkinhead?” 

“Never seen it.” You shrug lightly. Eddie’s shoulders deflate, heart racing- should’ve said Carrie, he fuckin’ knew it. 

“But I’ll watch it with you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Your eyes meet his, grip tightening around your shoulders. 

“Are you sure?” Eddie falters. “I mean, I was just- we don’t have to.” 

“No, I think that sounds nice. Very on theme for the night.” You smile, leaning into his side, your steps in sync. “One condition, though.” 

Anything. “Yeah, what’s that?” Eddie swallowed, trying to fight back his smile. 

“I get to put M&Ms in the popcorn.” You point at him playfully. “Non-negotiable, Munson.” 

“Done.” Eddie shrugs, fishing for his keys. “M&Ms in popcorn, huh? You’re that typa girl?” Unlocking your door, pulling it open for you. 

“You know I am.” You quip, sliding under his open arm, tossing him a wink before he shut the door. 

Eddie was buzzing with excitement, a dopey smile on his face, too lovestruck to even care. An hour later, you were pressed into his side, head on his shoulder, a bowl of hot popcorn with M&M's scattered inside between the two of you. Eddie hoped you couldn’t feel how he got hard when your hands brushed in the bowl.

#oneforthemunny #oneforthemunny spooky stories #eddie munson halloween #janitor!eddie munson #janitor!eddie #janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson au #eddie munson au #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie stranger things #eddie my love <3 #eddie x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #soft!eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb

[kurorama]

ATWOW characters in Highschool + music taste HEADCANONS

(neteyam, ao’nung, tsireya, lo’ak, kiri, tuk, rotxo)

[ Modern!au, Tuk is still in elementary school lmao ]

Neteyam

Mr.popular guy at school.

Goes to bother Kiri and embarrass her in front of her friend-group everytime at lunch.

Does after school activities nearly every single day.

My boy is so academically smart.

He doesn’t need tuition, tuition needs him.

Ao’nung defo copies on his homework everyday before class.

He’s the typa guy that prioritizes school before hoes so Neytiri is so shocked (and happy) when he finally brings a girl back home.

All of the teachers love him because he can calm the class down easily.

Not in an annoying teacher’s pet way, in a way that he’s literally homies with everyone so they stfu when he tells them to atp.

He definitely listens to afrobeats you can’t tell me otherwise.

He lives for and PRAISES rema.

His favorite songs are Woman by rema, Last Last by burna boy and No Sleeping by 1da Banton.

He also often listens to old school rap like MF DOOM.

Ao’nung

He’s a player fosho.

Like not the typa player to cheat on his partner but the single typa mf that fucks with many people at a time😭.

He’s definitely into sports like basketball. I think we can all agree w that.

Typa guy to wear a basket ball uni with gold plated chains.

He teases the ‘nerds’ in every single class that he has.

Is a menace like usual.

He smells so strongly of cologne.

Typa guy that would walk around with his varsity jacket if not for him being in his basketball outfit everytime.

Type of guy that has a ‘top 3 most attractive teachers’ list w his friends.

Ao’nung listens to rap theres no other.

Not like playboi carti kinda rap no, bro listens to Lil mosey, YNW melly, blueface and dababy (unironically)

Tsireya

She has GROUPS of girls talking behind her back.

They’re all jealous cuz our girl’s perfect fr.

Has one real friend group and sticks with them.

Nobody has the heart to tell her that girls shit talks her while she’s so nice to them.

Has a stash of pads in her locker incase anyone asks for them cuz she’s a real one‼️🤞🏽.

Walks back home with Lo’ak every single day.

She smells like plumeria 24/7.

She defo listens to pop like pinkpantheress and olivia rodrigo. SZA and doja cat girly.

Lo’ak

He throws wet toilet paper balls at the bathroom walls.

Gets called weekly at the principal’s office and wonders why.

Jake and Neytiri are fed UP.

Walks around with a pair of headphones in the morning because ain’t nobody talking to him while he’s half asleep.

One of his ex friends tried doing that and they ended up w a sore cheek fr. keyword: Ex friend.

Does his homework during lunch and always gets caught by his teachers.

He gives gym rat energy but not the annoying ones (are there even those?)

He’s some teacher’s favorite just like his brother, just cuz he’s the class clown.

Bet y’all the english teacher always laughs a little too suspiciously at his dumb jokes.

As the troublemaker kid, outcast and DEFINITELY his father’s least favorite, it only makes sense that he listens to rock.

Like heavy metal and NU metal.

His favorite band is Aerosmith I can see it.

And his favorite songs are walk this way by Aerosmith and born to raise hell by motörhead (ironic enough).

Defo listens to domination by pantera

He listens to Kendrick lamar and The Weeknd at times too.

Kiri

She’s a vanilla girly.

Like vanilla ice cream, vanilla deodorant, vanilla perfume, vanilla EVERYTHING.

She defo has crystals that she brings with her everywhere she goes.

Once she beat up Lo’ak for touching her crystals but my man was just trina manifest good grades fr.

She never finishes her lunch and Neytiri considers even still giving her food atp.

Cannot live without music.

Her earphones are always dangling out of her pocket because she’s always removing and putting them back in there.

No denying that she listens to Taylor swift.

Girl is a swiftie for LIFE. Other than that she defo listens to those indie bands like surf curse and TV girl.

Her favorite songs are disco by surf curse and Lavender haze by taylor swift.

Tuk

She has the newest generation iPad because papa jake’s income is paying good.

Well she isn’t allowed to bring it to school but she doesn’t anyways.

One day she got caught cuz she was playing some barbie makeover game in class.

Flexes her new glittery bag because she can.

She shares her food with her friends that have none because Neytiri taught her good.

She’s defo the typa kid that goes to school with freshly braided hair and comes back with them baby hairs sticking out and somehow one braid just completely undone.

She doesn’t get bullied or anything she just can’t stay in place at all.

she listens to those cringe TikTok songs i’m so sorry.

She’s still in that era 💔

Rotxo

I just know he’s on the verge of crying every morning trying to do his hair.

He’s so cute like wtf.

He struggles to get a girlfriend lmao so he’s always third wheeling everything.

He’s adorable though like, how???

No cuz like this mf STILL does those weird troom troom food hacks TO THIS DAY.

Like the thing where you put fondant in an empty glue stick roll just because.

Let his inner child have fun ok.

He’s a mixed music taste listener.But he mostly listens to rap.

Got influenced by Ao’nung.

-

I got way too lazy to finish or correct this.

#neteyam x reader #atwow #avatar #neteyam sully #avatar 2 #ao’nung x reader #lo’ak x reader #aonung x reader #kiri x reader #rotxo x reader #tuk x reader #tsireya x reader #atwow headcanons #avatar headcanons

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Jolyne's Teacher pt.4 (Teacher reader x Jotaro)

Chapter 4- Monday

Chapter 3- Coffee | Masterlist | Chapter 5- Friday

Small Summary of series: It's a new school year, you're a third grade teacher at an elementary school in Florida with Jolyne Cujoh being in your class.

"Dad is it necessary for me to go to school today? Ms. L/n isn't gonna be here." I brushed Jolyne's hair styling it the best I could. "You need to go. School is very important Jolyne." She crossed her arms pouting, "I hate it!" I smiled at her, kissing the top of her head, "I know but you just gotta go..." I finished her hair, "How does it look?" I handed her the mirror, she smiled brightly looking at herself in the mirror. "I love it dad!" She kissed my cheek hugging me tightly, "Glad you like it. Come on we have to get going." 

I dropped off Jolyne at school and headed towards that cafe Ms. L/n showed me. I don't start work until later, so why not enjoy some tea in the meantime. I sat down at a table nearby reading some work files. Someone taped my shoulder, "Mr. Kujo, it's nice to see you again." It was Ms. L/n. "Nice to see you too. What brings you here this early? Jolyne said you had the day off?" Placing the papers back in the folder I  singled her to sit down at the vacant sit in front of me. She sat down with a drink in her hand, "I did but I couldn't sleep in... Might as well start the day early with some coffee." She smiled taking a sip of her drink. "Mm," she cleared her throat, "Has Jolyne told you about the parent teacher meeting on friday?"

"Meeting? Did something happen?" I questioned her. I was worried Jolyne might have done something. She Chuckled, "Jolyne isn't in any trouble, if that's what you're worried. It's just a group meeting after school to discuss some field trips, chaperone, class activities, and other stuff." 

Jolyne never mentioned it to me, I looked at Y/n who was stirring her drink. "No she hasn't told me... Is it a mandatory thing?" I asked her. "No, it's not mandatory to attend." She looked at me, her eyes were saying otherwise like she was begging or waiting me to go. I looked away grabbing at the tip of my hat covering my face a bit, "Geez... I'll see if I can go." She smiled at me, and then looked at her watch.

 "I have to get going, it was nice you seeing again Mr. Kujo," Y/n stood from her seat, I didn't notice till now but she was wearing these tight leggings that hugged her legs and thighs just right and a sports bra covered with a sweater that was barely zipped up, I guess she was going to the gym or for a run. She placed her hand in front of me, I took it; soon realizing how small her hands were compared to mine. "It was nice seeing you, too." She smiled, "I hope to see you again on Friday after school." And like that she left. 

 I focused on the paperwork I was previously looking at before Y/n showed up. As I looked at them I couldn't help but feel like I was being watched, I can still feel that same presence from the first time I met with Y/n here. Could she have some sort of stand? Or maybe someone here is a stand user? It can't be... This looks like some old Cuban cafe...

But yet it could be possible

I grabbed my things and headed out. I rather work at the office I don't want to find out if there's a stand user here.

Sometime later

I waited outside the schools pick up area waiting for Jolyne. "Mr. Kujo!" Someone called out for me. I looked over to see a women that looked about my age. She approached reaching out her hand, "I'm Ms. Jones was a substitute for your daughters class today." I shook her hand, "It's nice to meet. I believe we met once if I'm not mistaken." I tried to pull away my hand but she still had a grip on it, "I'm sorry." She pulled away and smiled at me. I've never felt uncomfortable meeting someone before, but she really did give off a weird vibe. I just hope Jolyne comes out soon.

 "Dad!!!" Jolyne came running towards me; I bent down to her height embracing her in a hug. "Hey Jolyne, how was school?" I pulled her closer whispering in her ear, "Plan twenty." I pulled away standing.

 "School was good. Let's go! You said you would take me to park after school." She started tugging at my arm pulling me away from her substitute teacher, "Lets go!" I laughed at her, "Okay, I'm going." We walked over to the car and got in. "What happened dad? Why did you ask me to use plan twenty?" She asked, I started the car and drive off, "That substitute teacher of yours was... Was a bit odd." Plan twenty was something I came up with due to people making me feel uncomfortable and if Jolyne feels uncomfortable around someone she also uses that code so we both know when to go or come up with an excuse to leave. "Ms. Jones is a little weird." I looked at Jolyne she was looking at her hands, "Dad?" 

 "Hmm?" 

 "Does Ms. L/n make you wanna use plan twenty? Michel said he saw you and Ms. L/ n at a cafe shop on Saturday." An image her showing up at our doorsteps came to mind the shy look she gave me when I opened the door, "So far she doesn't... You're teacher Ms. L/n seems like a good person."

 "Am I still grounded?"

 "We can go to the park for an hour but that's it."

Series Masterlist

#jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x you #jojo x reader #jjba #jojo #jojo kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #jotaro kujo x reader #jjba jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro cujoh #jotaro fanart #jotaro #kujo jotaro #jotaro kujo #Jotaro x reader #dio brando #jjba x y/n #Jotaro x y/n

[shewhotellsstories]

Maybe it’s because I don’t enjoy seeing people I love distressed, but I hate this Elf on a Shelf thing. If you play a prank and it results in someone else crying, you went too far. If the person crying is three and believes in magic, it’s just mean.

When I was in elementary school my school made a big deal out of every holiday, no matter how arbitrary. We got apple cider on Johnny Appleseed day. The teachers had someone dress up like Santa and walk by the window the last day before Christmas break. Our school even had its own leprechaun, his name was lucky. Our teachers warned us about mischief. “Lucky,” rearranged our name tags and left us chocolate coins while we were at gym class. No 7-year-olds cried.

The way people are willing to risk their relationships for clout astonishes me. There are gonna be a lot of folks crying about their children be NC with them in 20 years. Making your kid cry for fun and then putting it online is bad parenting.

#family vloggers #children are people #elf on the shelf #internet culture #parenting #bad parenting

[ktkat99]

I just found my yearbook from elementary school and unlocked a MEMORY.

For context, I still live in the town I grew up in and it's so small that I have to drive forty minutes away to grocery shop. If I go past the town I shop in at all and have to give the name of the town I live in, nobody's heard of it.

The school I attended was so old that on the last day of school every year, we'd gather at the front of the building and be sent off by our principal PULLING THE ROPE OF OUR ANCIENT SCHOOL BELL.

I say these things to emphasize that our school was small, unheard of, underfunded, and old. And we all knew it.

So we were all gathered in the gym one day for another of those "sell cookies for the school" fundraiser assemblies, and after our principal got done showing us all the cool prizes our top selling students would get, she then announced that if we made enough as a school, then we would get a visit from

THE.

HANNAH.

MONTANA.

As this was right at the height of her fame, and by far the biggest name in pop culture to a bunch of elementary school students, we lost our minds.

We worked our butts off, raised money, sold cookies.

And WON.

We reached our goal!

We won a visit from Hannah Montana!

And then the day came and we gathered in the gym, and the music started, and out came

Our principal.

Dressed in a cowboy hat and jean jacket.

She halfheartedly danced to the opening of a Hannah Montana song while the teachers and some students clapped politely, and then held up a piece of paper and cut the music.

What was on the paper?

A letter from Hannah Montana apologizing for not being able to make it?

Some secret prize?

Maybe she was so impressed with how many cookies we sold that she would be performing a whole concert for us just outside and this was all just our principal having a laugh??

No.

It was our morning announcements.

We were then sent back to class with no further explanation.

To this day, I still don't know if she thought we wouldn't be able to tell the difference, or if she just didn't think we'd ever reach our goal, but we never tried near as hard for any fundraiser after that.

#hannah montana #childhood #funny #funny stories #school #public school #public school was wild

[revasserium]

118 with daichi? ::

reqs are open :)

118. the power of goodbye

daichi; 2,349 words; teeth-rotting fluff u__u 4 times you say goodbye, and 1 time you say hello instead "what was it like to lose him? asked sorrow. there was a long pause before i responded: it was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me -- said all at once" -- lang leav, love and misadventure

01. “bye! see you next week!”

you’re waving at him, standing on your tiptoes, your other hand caught in your mother’s palm as daichi waves back just as furiously. you are both seven years old and somehow, both your mothers had thought to sign you up for after school art lessons.

“see you!” daichi sighs as he turns back to peer up at his mom, frowning slightly, “mom… i don’t think i’m very good at drawing…”

“ah? but dai-chan, i thought you liked coming to art classes? you’re always so excited!”

daichi furrows his brows as he and his mom start on their slow trek home, up two blocks, turning right onto the main street where daichi knows he’ll pass by the convenience store he likes with the iced milk pops.

“i… i like coming here cause i like my friends! but…” he kicks at the ground, a half-crumpled picture clutched in his other hand. his mother laughs lightly, taking the picture and smoothing it out with her hands.

“mah… as long as you’re having a good time, i think that’s all that matters.”

daichi pouts, pressing his lips, because yes… he supposes having fun is… well, fun, but being good at something is fun too!

he thinks about how your eyes glitter whenever the teacher hands out a fresh, new piece of paper, how eager you are to grab at the crayons and markers, how your tongue gets stuck between your teeth when you’re scribbling color across a page, like you could take the whole world and put right there on the shiny, white surface. sometimes, he thinks you can.

he wonders if he’ll ever find something that makes him feel like that.

“do you still want to come back next week then?

daichi starts, looking up at his mom with wide eyes.

“of course i do! i wouldn’t miss it for the world!”

02. “so… practice, right?” you ask, your hands laced behind your back as daichi shrugs, laughing, scratching at the back of his neck.

“yeah… but i’ll see you after your traditional arts club right?” he pauses at the end of the hallway that leads towards the volleyball gym. you teeter on the balls of your feet, your hair in twin pigtails near the nape of your neck. once, daichi had felt the urge to tug on them constantly, back when the pair of you were still in elementary school, but now that he’s in middle school, he’s decided that it’s high time at like the grown up that he is.

so he settles for a shy smile as you nod and wave at him, jogging off back towards the school’s main building.

“see you!” you shout, even as you disappear from around a corner and he’s left with his hand aloft, blinking after you.

“sawamura? what’re you staring at?” ikejiri blinks as he peers around the doors to the gym.

“oh! nothing — coming!” daichi blushes as he hurries to join ikejiri, casting one last look over his shoulder at the place where you’d been standing.

03. the summer sun blows itself out over the flat of the horizon, the july air sticky with humidity and the lingering taste of possibilities.

“so… where are you going next year?”

you turn your head to look at him, your hair done up in two neat plaits, the ends pinned to the sides of your head so as to keep them from tickling your neck. he tugs lightly on one of the loops; you let your head lilt to one side, offering no resistance as he pulls his hand back.

daichi casts his eyes up at the dying light of a fading sky and grins.

“karasuno! remember when we saw them on tv the other day?”

“oh yeah! they’re the team that went to nationals in tokyo, right?”

“yep! and… i wanna go there one day!”

daichi catches himself, feeling a blush work its way into his cheeks as he looks back down at his hands, resting over the worn old volleyball in his lap.

“don’t worry, you will.”

your voice is a splash of cold water, and he finds himself shivering. he looks up to meet your eyes, and he almost doesn’t want to ask. he doesn’t want to know —

“so… where are you going?”

you purse your lips.

“mom said her job’s moving her to tokyo so…” you shrug, “probably somewhere there…”

and then, painfully, startlingly, you laugh.

daichi’s head jerks up at the sound.

“but when you make it to nationals, then… you’ll be there too!”

he blinks at the smile on your face, too bright for the darkness of the oncoming night.

“r-right! so, i’ll see you then!”

he lets out a laugh too, though it sounds a bit too loud, a bit too forced. you smile nodding.

“i’ll see you then.”

it takes daichi half the walk home to realize that you hadn’t said “if” but “when”.

04. [daichi]: dont stay up too late studying! college entrance exams aren’t till next year!!

[you]: easy for u to say (¬_¬)… u’ll just get a sports scholarship or something…

[daichi]:… p sure im not but okay

[you]: p sure national-leveled athletes get scholarships bUt oKaY

[daichi]: p sure we haven’t made it to nationals yet

[daichi]: go to sleep.

[you]: no, u („• ֊ •„)

[you]: did u fall asleep

[daichi]: (－_－) zzZ

[you]: okies gnight! (─‿‿─)♡

daichi stares at the heart at the end of your message for way too long and tries not to read too much into it.

he stays up all night reading into it anyway.

05. “so… she’s gonna be here. at nationals. to watch you.”

“yes suga. that’s what i said.”

“okay but i wanna make sure you know what you said because from what you said, it sounds like she’s super into you and you’re just refusing to —”

“it’s not like that! w-we’re just old friends —!”

“ah… i know it might not be my place to say this but… it does sound like she might be interested…”

“ha! see? even asahi says so!”

“wha — when did this become a group discussion?!”

“huh? what are you guys talkin’ bout over here? is it that girl daichi-san’s always texting?”

“nishinoya! don’t say that so loudly! and — i’m not always texting her —”

“wait!!! are we finally meeting daichi-san’s mystery girlfriend?”

“tanaka! shut up! and she’s not —”

“daichi?”

daichi freezes and the next moment, several things happen all at once — suga gasps, tanaka stops dead in his tracks, asahi nearly bowls him over, and nishinoya smacks straight into asahi’s back, sending all of them toppling forward like a series of badly placed dominos and it’s all daichi can do to sidestep the mess before they drag him down as well.

but there you are, standing feet from him, watching all this unfold with that same amused smile on your face, with the same bright, sharp eyes he’d always remembered, and god — you look so similar and yet so… so different.

two and a half years has never looked so good, he thinks, as he swallows hard and tries to find something to say.

finally, he settles on, “h-hey! long… long time…”

you laugh, and it’s all he can do not to melt into the sound. because that — that hasn’t changed one bit — the sound still warm and sweet as a spring morning. it shakes through him, breaks him open like the sun over a cracking dawn — he takes a deep, steadying breath.

“yeah, no kidding! but…” you trail off as you take a few steps closer, your eyes flickering over his face, lingering on the broadness of his shoulders, the straightness of his spine, “kinda feels like no time’s passed at all, hm?”

daichi can’t help it — he blushes, clearing his throat as he averts his eyes.

behind him, suga is muttering something and he hears the distinct sounds of the rest of the team being shooed away and for once, he’s thankful that suga pulls his weight as vice captain when it really, really matters.

“i mean, two years is a long time,” he says, feeling suddenly too young and too old all at once, his stomach roiling inside him. he thought he’d have mastered nerves by now; he’s faced down mountains that no one had ever thought they’d summit but somehow… this… this is different.

“it is… you look good,” you say, grinning as you take another few steps forward, as if testing the waters, pushing the line of demarcation closer, and then ever closer. he doesn’t step back though it takes almost everything inside him to hold his ground.

“wow, you’re taller,” you laugh, looking up at him, now close enough for him to touch — reaching out a palm from the top of your head to just below his chin, “much taller…”

your voice is softer, then, like a sigh, a whisper, an admission of sorts. and it’s only then that daichi notices he’s not the only one blushing.

he coughs, swallows, flexes his fingers and forces himself to speak.

“y-you look different too — i mean, good different! you’re… uh — your hair is — longer and —”

daichi fights down the urge to curse, to turn around and run, to lay down on the ground right then and there and pray for the earth to carve itself open so he can fall into it’s dark, unending depths —

you blink, a slow, teasing smile spreading across your lips and daichi finds himself caught, as a thread on a chain-link fence, he looks at you and laughs, helpless, shaking his head.

“sorry… it’s just…” he casts about for words he isn’t quite sure he has. you shake your head, grinning.

“no, it’s fine — i know… it’s a little weird, isn’t it? i mean, two years is a really long time.”

“yeah but… like you said, somehow, it doesn’t really feel like… any time’s passed at all.”

daichi finds his hand reaching up before he can stop himself, almost like second nature, his fingers grazing the ends of your hair, now skimming halfway down your chest, twisted in a loose braid over one of your shoulders.

“it really did get longer but i cut it recently — you should’ve seen it before —” you laugh, looking down at where his fingers are still outstretched, reaching up your own hand to tug at the freshly trimmed ends.

“so… do you uhm — you still do art, right?” daichi asks, tucking both his hands into his pockets.

“yeah! and… you finally made it to nationals. congrats!” you wave an arm around the pair of you, and for a second, daichi had almost forgotten where the two of you were, standing in the bustling entrance hall of one of tokyo’s largest gymnasiums, all bright lights and excited voices.

“yeah — i guess i finally did… took us a while, but… we made it.”

you smile.

“i knew you would.”

daichi chuckles, letting his shoulder shrug up as all the awkwardness falls away between the pair of you, the years falling away day by day, month by month, until it’s just him and you and an entire future of the bright unknown, laid out at your feet.

“yeah, you never did doubt us… even when i did.”

you open your mouth, but someone’s voice cuts through the fray.

“daichi! we gotta go warm up!”

daichi jumps as suga waves at him from down the entire hall, looking both apologetic and exasperated.

“ah — sorry —” daichi turns back to you, his heart halfway to his throat as you nod, the pair of you suddenly tossed back into the present, like a movie caught in fast forward, the frames scrambling to catch up to the here and now.

“no! no — it’s okay! go! i’ll —”

“i’ll text you — see you after, okay? i mean, i don’t know how long — or if you had plans —”

“i don’t! text me — i’ll be here —”

“okay! good! that’s… that’s good!”

“daichi! c’mon, seriously!”

“sorry suga! i’ll be right there —” daichi turns back to you, caught between a frenetic panic and excitement, “i’ll… see you later, yeah?”

you nod, a blush high on your cheeks, nodding, “yeah! good luck! i’ll be watching.”

daichi opens his mouth, wonders if he should say something else, but suga is yelling for him again, and then there’s something warm pressed to his cheek. before he can think, you’re pulling away, your lashes dark and fluttering, your breath hot against his skin.

and then, you’re pressing a hand to his chest, pushing him into motion.

“for… for good luck. now, go!”

“y-yeah — uh — bye!”

you laugh, waving, pressing your lips together as you watch him stumbling rather blankly towards where the rest of his team is waiting for him.

“see you later!”

daichi raises a hand to the place on his cheek where your lips had been, feeling as if you’d smacked him across the face, in all the best of ways.

he looks stares down at his hand, and then back up at you, standing there, still waving.

“don’t — don’t go anywhere, okay?”

you laugh, nodding, now shooing him off proper as he reaches his team and suga starts to drag him bodily from the hall. daichi can’t help looking over his shoulder one more time before you disappear into the crowd, but he finds you immediately, standing on tip-toe, waving furiously at him.

“i won’t! i’ll be right here!"

#sawamura daichi #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi x you #sawamura daichi imagines #haikyuu imagines #sawamura daichi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #floofy floof floof #haiCUTIES #im sorry this took so damn long anon i rly did love this prompt i just wanted to do it justice and i'm still not sure i did #but i wanted to get this out u__u #i simp for daichi now and i refuse to apologize

[tachiharastanacc]

short baby tachi drabble

At seven p.m. on a Tuesday, most elementary schools would’ve been empty. Sure, there was the occasional sports team who managed to rent out the gym or field outside, but they never stayed for more than an hour or two, and even they were usually gone by then.

The school was quiet, freshly waxed floors gleaming despite the multitude of scuff marks that seemed to never fade, so deeply etched that they were practically part of the design itself. If one were to listen closely, however, they would hear what sounded like a young child humming.

In one of the rooms sat a dark-haired boy, no older than five or six. He was sitting criss-cross in front of a low circular table, happily humming to himself as he scribbled some stick figures on a paper. Across the room sat a woman dressed in a brightly-colored sweater. She shot the kid occasional glances as she talked lowly on the room’s landline.

After a few more minutes of hushed words, she hung up the phone and pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Michizou?”

The boy looked up from his drawing. “Yeah?”

“C’mon. I’ll drive you home.”

The kid got to his feet, carefully folding his drawing and slipping it into his fraying black backpack along with the pile of assorted old crayons he had been using.

It was clear this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

He took the teacher’s hand as they made their way out of the room. He waited patiently for her to lock the door, seemingly unbothered by the empty school around them.

Beat up white sneakers followed behind vibrant pumps as the pair left the building. There were only a couple cars left in the parking lot; most people tried to leave school before it was dark.

“What were you drawing today?”

Michizou hummed as he climbed in the front seat (that he probably shouldn’t have been allowed to sit in, but they weren’t going very far). “My family.”

He pulled his backpack onto his lap as the teacher settled herself in the driver’s seat.

“Are you going to show them?”

There was a slight rumble as the key was turned.

“Yeah. I’m gonna be extra good and then maybe they’ll hang it up with Shunzen’s drawings! Or maybe we can mail it to him! My big bro always sends us letters!”

“I’m sure he’d like that.” A gentle smile.

The rest of the ride passed in silence until the car pulled into the driveway of a small house.

Michizou jumped out happily, waving goodbye as he pulled out his key. His parents and grandparents were probably home already, but they were always busy with work and usually didn’t have time to pick him up.

That was why he was given his very own special key!

He pushed the key into the lock, quickly fumbling with his backpack to find the folded drawing. He didn’t even remember turning the key at all when the door unlocked.

Unbothered in the way only young kids are, he shrugged and slipped the key back into his pocket.

“I’m home! I made a new drawing…today…?” When he walked in, the other members of his family were sitting around a wooden table, staring down at a small box. They didn’t bother to look up as he entered.

“Michizou, sit down. We need to have a very important talk.”

The rest of the night was a blur.

There were adults yelling, someone was crying…and witnessing it all was a now crumpled drawing left forgotten on the ground.

Just like the one who created it.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd tachihara #tachihara michizou #tachihara #the idea came to me and i wanted to write it #but its short bc i have class in 15 mins #also on ao3

[astra-ella]

𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The third time he confessed was not long after – on an unassuming day at the beginning of their third year.

After the divorce, Chiyo’s mother got an offer for a relatively well-paying job in the heart of Tokyo while her father barely managed to land a typical white-collar job a little over an hour away. He made just enough to support himself and his children. But Japanese work culture was brutal, with long grueling hours and the pretty much obligatory after-work drinking party, it didn’t leave him much time to be with his kids. 

That’s why Chiyo came back. She couldn’t move to Tokyo with her mother, knowing that she’d leave her younger sister, who was only seven at the time, to pick up the slack.

It was a lot at first, trying to juggle her school and home responsibilities. She did all of the cooking and cleaning, alongside taking care of her younger siblings. After school, she would run around like a madman, trying to make it in time to pick up her brother from kindergarten before meeting her sister at the local elementary school. But things became a lot easier during her third year, once her brother moved into first grade at the same elementary school.

So that day, just like she did for the past month or so, Chiyo headed to the elementary school to pick them up. But when she got to their usual meeting spot, her little sister was nowhere to be seen.

“Sis!” Standing under the big traffic mirror, a little boy waved at her.

“Kaito,” Chiyo smiled. “How was school today?” 

“Good. We played volleyball in gym class today, and I was the best in the class!” He said proudly.

“That’s great,” she gave him a little pat on the head before glancing around. “And Hotaru? Where is she?”

“I dunno,” Kaito shrugged, and Chiyo’s brows furrowed.

“What do you mean? Wasn’t she here when you got here?”

He shook his head. “Nope. She probably just went back in to grab something,” he pouted, twiddling with his fingers. “She’s stupid.”

Chiyo pinched his nose. “Don’t call your sister stupid, Kaito,” she chided before breathing a sigh. “Alright, let’s wait a bit, I guess.”

So they waited. Five minutes passed — ten, then fifteen. Chiyo exchanged a few nods with some parents she recognized, and Kaito waved goodbye to a few of his friends — but there was no sign of Hotaru.

Chiyo glanced up, noticing the dark clouds that began to gather above. She suddenly remembered that the weather forecast predicted a storm would be rolling in late that afternoon. Not wanting to get caught up in the rain, Chiyo figured it’d be best to head in and look for her sister.

Taking Kaito along, Chiyo found Hotaru’s homeroom teacher still in the classroom, packing up her things.

“Amari-san?” The teacher hummed thoughtfully. “She ran out right when the bell rang. Could she have gone home?”

“No, we usually meet right outside the school gates.” Chiyo frowned. She pressed her lips together, trying her best to remember if Hotaru mentioned going anywhere when someone knocked on the classroom door. 

A little girl dressed in a gray jacket walked in. “Hayashi-sensei, I forgot my pencil case in my desk.”

“Oh, Ito-san! Perfect timing,” the old woman readjusted her glasses. “Did you know where Amari-san ran off to? Her siblings are looking for her.”

“Hotaru?” Upon a closer look, Chiyo recognized her as one of her sister’s friends. “She said she was going to see her mom today. She was so excited, it’s all she’s been talking about.”

“What?!” Chiyo’s eyes grew wide “I’ve never heard anything about this!”

“But Hotaru said you guys were saving on money for the trip,” the little girl looked a little confused. “She said it’s why she couldn’t buy lunch.”

Chiyo felt like she had been doused in a bucket of cold water. Now that she thought about it, Hotaru had been exceptionally hungry every time she came home from school for the past few weeks. She had chalked it up to her sister nearing a growth spurt, but based on her friend’s words, it’s very possible Hotaru has been saving her lunch money towards travel funds in order to visit their mother. 

Chiyo’s stomach dropped.

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath. Her hands ran through her hair, unwittingly pulling at it. “She’s trying to get to Tokyo.” She then snapped her attention to the little girl, holding her by the shoulders. “Did she mention how she was gonna get there?”

“Not really,” the girl in the gray jacket shook her head frantically, looking slightly terrified. “She just said she had to go catch the bus.”

“She probably took the number 12 bus,” the old woman chimed in. “That takes you to Sendai Station, which should get you on the JR train to Tokyo. Oh but,” she looked up at Chiyo. “I think all the bus services will be shut down soon.”

“Really?” Chiyo’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Yeah, because of that storm coming in later today. It’s too dangerous to drive in that kind of weather.”

Her eyes lit up. There was still hope.

“Come on, Kaito. Let’s go!” She immediately grabbed her younger brother, who was far too busy exploring the magic of a fourth-grade classroom to notice the chaos unfolding around him. 

“Wait, where are we going?” The boy protested to no avail. “We haven’t even found Hotaru yet!” 

But Chiyo didn’t bother to respond. Instead, she murmured a quick ‘thank you’ to the teacher and little girl before hurrying out of the classroom.

Nishinoya was on his way home with his friends, munching on a popsicle when he saw her. He thought it was his lucky day. Coach ended practice early to ensure everyone could get home before that nasty storm could hit. So he said a quick goodbye to his teammates and hurried over to her.

She was standing by a bus stop, her index finger hovering down the list of the stations the bus was scheduled to stop at. Beside her was a little boy, whom he assumed to be her little brother. 

“Chiyo, I’m tired.” He heard the boy whine.

He figured she must've gotten lost trying to navigate the area. He thought that this could be his chance to swoop in and help her like a knight in shining armor would. But as he got closer, he noticed something was off.

“Hey, Amari!” Nishinoya greeted her as casually as possible. “What’s up?”

Chiyo met his gaze, and Nishinoya realized he was right. She had an expression like the world was ending.

“Nishinoya,” her voice cracked.

Beside her, the little boy tugged at her sleeve. “Sis, who is that?”

“He’s… my classmate.”

“Yo!” With a big grin, Nishinoya then crouched down in front of him. “The name’s Nishinoya Yuu. Nice to meetcha, buddy!” He extended his fist, to which the boy gladly returned with a fist bump.

“I’m Kaito,” he replied before cocking his head to the side. “Nishinoya, are you the same age as my sister?”

“Yeah, why?”

Kaito glanced back and forth between Nishinoya and Chiyo. “Then why are you shorter than her?”

Nishinoya swore he heard something snap. “Excuse me?! What did you just say?!”

“Kaito, you shouldn’t say that to people,” Chiyo hurried to scold her little brother. “It’s rude.”

As much as Nishinoya didn’t want to admit it, the kid had a point. Chiyo was now about an inch and a half taller than him, courtesy of girls hitting their growth spurt earlier. But Nishinoya knew one day, he would be taller than her.

One day. 

Setting aside his disgruntlement for later, he cleared his throat. “So, what are you guys doing out here? I thought you lived in the other direction?”

Chiyo pressed her lips together.

“We’re looking for my sister,” Kaito told him. 

“Your sister?”

“Our other sister,” Chiyo elaborated. “It’s a long story, but I think she ran away from home.”

“What?!” Nishinoya nearly dropped his popsicle. “Wait, how old is this kid? Where the hell is she going?”

“She’s nine,” Chiyo said. “And I think she’s trying to run off to Tokyo, but the buses are out of service right now.”

“Ah, ‘cause of the storm,” Nishinoya hummed, studying the dark clouds that were rolling in at a steady pace.

“I checked every bus stop in the nearby area. If something happens to her, I… I-!”

From the corner of his eye, Nishinoya saw Chiyo’s hands clench onto the hem of her skirt. She looked like she was about to burst into tears.

“Alright then!” He shouted, quickly finishing his popsicle in two large chomps before looking her directly in the eye. “I’ll help you look for her. In the meantime, you and Kaito should head home.”

“What?” Chiyo looked surprised. “Wait, you don’t need to-”

“You guys haven’t been home since school let out, right?” He pointed to their bags and school uniforms. He then thumped his chest, gesturing to the much more comfortable t-shirt he changed into after practice. “Just leave it to me.”

“But there’s a storm coming soon!” Chiyo reasoned. “You’ll get caught in it!”

“Oh, that’s true,” he thought about it for a moment, then fished his cell phone out of his bag. “Here, gimme your number.”

“What?” 

“Text me your address and take my stuff with you. I don’t want my volleyball shoes and stuff to get wet.” He opened his phone, creating a new contact entry for Chiyo to put her number in before handing his phone to her. “Trust me. I’ll bring your sister home safe and sound.”

Her weary eyes darted between his phone and him. “I don’t want you to go through so much trouble for me.”

“What’s wrong with doing something for the girl I like?” He retorted with a cheeky grin. 

At his confession, Chiyo’s cheeks suddenly tinted a bright red. “Nishinoya-!”

“I like you, Amari. So let me try and act cool in front of you, yeah?” 

Chiyo looked like she didn’t know how to respond. Her lips parted, probably about to make another attempt to resist his help, when Kaito pulled on her sleeve again.

“I wanna go home,” he said quietly. 

In the face of her brother’s request, Chiyo seemed to have lost all will to fight. She quickly entered her number into Nishinoya’s phone and gave it back to him in exchange for his school bag. 

“Please be careful,” she whispered just loud enough for him to hear, and Nishinoya felt like his heart was about to burst.

“Don’t worry. She’ll be back before you know it.” Leaving her with one last reassuring look, he then ran off.

“Chiyo, is that guy your boyfriend?” He faintly heard Kaito ask.

“N-No! He’s not!”

Nishinoya smiled.

One day.

Nishinoya scoured the area, double-checking all nearby bus stations and even dropping by the elementary school for a more thorough search. No sign of any girl matching the picture Chiyo sent over by text. 

The sky was already tar-black by that point, and the rain came in a downpour. Water soaked through the soles of his sneakers, making those squelching wet smacks as he continued running through the empty streets. He mentally cursed himself for not bringing a jacket, but in hindsight, any jacket would’ve given up on keeping him dry long ago. He made sure to keep moving, as that was the only thing still keeping him warm. 

He wondered where the girl could be. Sure, when he was little and his sisters’ teasing became too much, he used to have those ‘runaway’ phases too. But these moments were nothing more than locking himself in the bathroom and pouting until one of them apologized or coaxed him out with food.

He was just about to run past a local park when he suddenly noticed a red backpack on the ground. It stuck out like a sore thumb underneath the blue playground set. Figuring it couldn’t hurt to check, he approached the playground and took a peek under the slides.

There, sitting on a little plastic table with her knees to her chest, was a girl that matched the photo exactly. 

“Hey, you’re Hotaru, right?”

The little girl met his gaze with the same deep blue eyes as her sister.

“Who are you?” Her voice was hoarse, like she had been crying. 

“My name’s Nishinoya Yuu, a friend of your sister,” Nishinoya said, taking a seat beside her on the plastic stool. He knew Chiyo introduced him as just a classmate earlier, but that could be changed with time. “She’s really worried about you, you know?”

Hotaru looked away.

“Hm? What’s wrong?”

“Mommy and daddy said I shouldn’t talk to strangers.”

“Wha-? I just said I know your sister!” He took out his phone and pulled up his very brief text history with Chiyo. “See? We’re friends!”

“Oh,” Hotaru hummed in disinterest. “Don’t tell her you found me. I don’t wanna go home.”

Nishinoya raised an eyebrow. “Amari said you were trying to run away to Tokyo. What’s up with that?” He asked as he leaned back in his seat. “I mean if you wanted to go see the Skytree or something, I don’t blame you. I just don’t think running away from home is the best way to do it.”

At the mention of Tokyo, Hotaru’s lips began quivering. She pulled her legs closer, if that were even possible. “I wanted to see mommy,” she murmured.

“You mom?” Nishinoya repeated and Hotaru nodded. 

Now that he thought about it, there was a rumor going around class that Chiyo’s parents got a divorce. He remembered there was about a month or so during their first year when she was exceptionally quiet, but he didn’t know her well enough at the time to make a judgment.

Guess that rumor was true.

“When mommy and daddy split up, mommy only took Chiyo,” she continued. “But then Chiyo came back and mommy went to Tokyo, and I haven’t seen her since.” She buried her face in her knees as her body began shaking violently. “Why didn’t mommy take me too?”

Watching as the little girl beside him broke down into a series of sobs and hiccups, Nishinoya patted her on the back.

He didn’t really know what to say. He himself sort of experienced a similar situation, with his parents leaving both him and his sisters with his grandpa in the countryside while they went to work in the city. But Nishinoya didn’t really think much of it; perhaps it was because he never actually grew up with them. Sure, he’d miss them, especially on the days following their departure post-holidays. But his grandpa always made things fun, to the point where it wouldn’t really bother him.

His gaze wandered to the side, taking in the sights of the late spring flowers drooping under the weight of the raindrops. Then, he took a deep breath and turned his attention back to her.

“I’m sure your mom will come back for you,” he said in the most reasonable tone he could muster. “Right now, she probably just needs time to get used to Tokyo. But once she settles down, she’ll come back for all three of you.”

Hotaru peered up at his question, staring at him with glossy eyes.

Nishinoya smiled a little. “But no matter what, I don’t think running away is the right thing to do. Just like how you miss your mom, your sister misses you too. She’s super worried about you,” he said, gently ruffling her drenched hair. “So let’s get you home, and we can all wait for your mom together, okay?” His right hand reached out towards Hotaru while his left remained on his lap, clenched tight.

The silence that followed felt like it lasted a decade. Nishinoya was never really good at comforting people. He was always more of a “take the bull by the horns” type of person, after all. But in this situation, there wasn’t really anything to take, so he could only say whatever was on his mind and pray that his words struck a chord.

His prayers were soon answered, however, when Hotaru unwinded from her defensive ball curl and grasped his hand. She sniffled, but quickly wiped away the snot with her sleeves.

“Together?” She looked at him expectantly. “You’ll wait with us?”

“Yeah!” Pulling her off the table and onto her feet, Nishinoya nodded with a wide grin. “I’ll wait with you guys til your mom comes back.”

Hotaru’s eyes flickered down to her feet, and she pressed her lips together.

“Okay,” she nodded. “Let’s go home.”

Mentally patting himself on the back, Nishinoya reached down to grab her red backpack. He then took out his phone to pull up their home address when Hotaru’s stomach let out a loud rumble.

“I’m hungry,” she murmured, and Nishinoya laughed heartily.

“Let’s hope your sister has snacks ready when you get home then!”

Sure enough, by the time they got to the Amari residence, Chiyo had piping hot food ready for both Hotaru and Nishinoya. That was the first time Nishinoya’s ever tried her home cooking, so it was definitely worth all the trouble. 

But before anyone could eat, they spent a good ten minutes or so in the foyer where the Amari sisters spent crying their eyes out. Chiyo hugged Hotaru, scolded her, then hugged her some more. She then wrapped Nishinoya in the tightest embrace he’s gotten in a good while and proceeded to mutter incoherent words of, what he assumed to be, gratitude. 

Maybe it was because she was literally crushing his bones, but his heart hurt.

That was the first time Nishinoya had ever seen her cry.

And as long as he could help it, he never wanted to see it again.

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[bambioleo]

OK HI ADI!!!

IS THERE ANY MOMENT OR INCIDENT WHICH MADE YOU GO," DAMN IM SO PROUD TO HAVE SIVA?"

Because stories about siva>>>>>>

HELLO THERE (IM SO SORRY I DONT KNOW YOUR NAME)

I HAVENT TOLD HER THIS LIKE EVER CAUSE YOU KNOW SINCE WEVE KNOWN EACH OTHER SINCE WE WERE THREE WE DO HAPPEN TO BE EACH OTHER BIGGEST FANS AND CRITICS BUT TO ANSWER THE QUESTION IM ALWAYS PROUD OF HER AS A PERSON AND TO HAVE HER IN MY LIFE (DONT TELL HER I SAID THAT SHE KNOWS SHE HAS ME WRAPPED AROUND HER FINGER I CANT TAKE ANYMORE BROTHERLY DUTIES)

though specifically there was this one time we were actually separated from each other in like year 4 cause they shuffled divisions and I ended up in 4-D and she remained in our division E and I really had a terrible time with the new batch of kids there but siva had a whole bunch of friends in that class (her social circle is insane I tell you there’s not one person that didn’t know her in the whole of ras al khaimah let alone the school like literally every teacher and every student from K-13 and non teaching staff included knew her) so as I said I’m having a bad time there and this was around the time she started taekwondo classes and I’d end up with bruises all the time cause I’d be beaten up by the pakistani and bangladeshi guys for some reason I still don’t know and I first told her it was just me falling down while in gym class and she believed me for a while until she started getting suspicious and specifically asked to be the monitor of the hallway my class was in and she saw what was happening and immediately first went to the vice principal to say this this has happened and then told miss that she might do something to the kids if she sees them doing something to me even after two days (which pls she thought she was giving them a big deadline lmao) and she saw them beating me with a stell ruler and the next thing I know she’s doing those little jabs at their shoulders and backs cause she was only starting out and had no knowledge in taekwondo and the boys were such little wussy’s about it and they complained a girl beat them only for the vice principal to come to our rescue and she suspended the kids and she made siva the elementary school head girl and truly honestly that’s how I was stopped from being bullied not one person has ever talked to me without basic respect after that and she did all this when SHE WAS ALL OF NINE YEARS OLD

my child was cool from her toddler days I tell you

@shanti-ashant-hai @yehsahihai @haan-thoda-kaccha-hai-ji @bulbourethralhand @chandrayee this is your friend you guys

#nila kaigirathu 🌙

[moregraceful]

Hello! I am on the worst form of bay area transportation (the bus; good news is that the driver is a homie and let me on for free, bad news is that I forgot my earbuds and he's talking to the single other passenger about All The World's Problems and like, dude isn't wrong but also I'm just trying to vibe here please, sir, your existential dread is contagious) anyways it made me think of you and your Caltrain adventures. Today's ask is: what sport player, if any, would have your same boba order?

localapparent asked: Update: now the bus driver is just talking about his cat, all is well in the world. He also said that he should have followed his dreams and played baseball and would be in the SF Giants by now, so, your next absurd ask is: what Giant's player is in an AU where he's working as a bus driver and has an orange cat?

SOBBING. I LOVE PUBLIC TRANSIT.

to answer your first question, I must embarrass myself in public and tell you all that my go-to boba order when I'm not feeling fancy is literally just black milk tea with 50% ice and 50% sweetness with zero toppings bc my tastes are basic at best. Like don't get me wrong, I'll switch it up and obvi there are different orders for different moods and different temperatures, but if I'm feeling psychologically in need of boba, it's just black milk tea. But this however means that I can say I have one (1) thing in common with Cale Makar, who I think would also have extremely milquetoast taste in boba. Man put a 7-11 slushies in the cup, he is NOT trying anything matcha or wintermelon or jasmine tea or ANYTHING interesting. Me 🤝 Cale Makar -> boring ass bitches

Question 2: I may get canceled for this but: Brandon Belt is the bus driver with an orange cat (he still counts as an SF Giant.) He has the right attitude for bus driver: extremely goofy but extremely competent when the situation calls for it. Not afraid to throw people off the bus if they're misbehaving, lets kids ride for free, tells off teenagers for using the handlebars like a jungle gym but runs through puddles in the rain to make people laugh. Wears a captain's hat even though he doesn't have to. Young people love him. Old people don't know what to make of him. He is regularly viral on tiktok being filmed talking about his orange cat (named Hunter) and UFO conspiracy theories, because it's never really clear when he gets going if Hunter and the UFO conspiracy theories are related. Also Craw is his husband and an elementary school P.E. teacher. That's not related to the bus but I had to mention it.

Thank you for these wonderful asks, I hope the bus ride goes smoothly to the rest of your destination!

#i conquered caltrain and bart and am working on muni my next subway target is the vta light rail #terrifying prospect. but i will do it #san jose is so funny. they're like do you want public transit that is fast and gets you places? no ❤️ #oh you want roads that aren't filled with potholes and freeways that aren't terrifying to drive on? you don't get that either ❤️ #cringefail city. i love it here #cage replies #east bay anon #localapparent

[fountainpenguin]

“'I'm doing this all for me!?' ... Dare say that about our love, and mister, I'll have to do away with you...” (x)

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... 7 years ago, I put this chapter preview image in my queue and it's been there ever since. It's this plot point that the entire 130 Prompts project was built around.

We've made it.

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New 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash update today!

Fairly OddParents || One-Shot - “Grudge”

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Find more Purple Train story arc HERE

End Arc 2

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Happy Peppy Gary (the teenage boy who used to rule the world) and Denzel Crocker (the school teacher who's spent years fighting to do the same) finally meet for a business proposition. It is raining.

... Where is the portal to Fairy World?

(First 1000 words under the cut)

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21. Grudge

Saturday July 13th, 2002

Year of Leaves; Summer of the Last Berry

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5 minutes after signing the Learnatorium off to Ed Leadly…

Passing by Dimmsdale Elementary leaves him feeling… giddy. Gary clutches his backpack by the shoulder straps, taking in the sight of empty swings squeaking in the wind. They stand like giraffes drinking from the savannah watering hole near the lonely see-saws and jungle gym. It's empty here. Dreary and chilly in the wind, even for a summer evening. And, like… There is something wild, beautiful, and free in witnessing this little slip between horror and peace. It's like peeling back a corner of yellow wallpaper to reveal life and color on the other side..

These days, Gary rarely has a reason to walk by the school. His apartment's in the other direction, closer to the downtown area (Right next to Alden Bitterroot's well). But there was once a time he walked to school five days a week, and five days back the other direction (unless Mr. Sanderson in a rare show of mercy pinged them safely home).

Years ago, back when he was only ten, he used to play on this same old equipment. The school has upgraded to a new slide (with a playful rock wall), but everything still feels so familiar. He could probably run across the playground with his eyes squeezed shut and still manage to run up every step and dive down every slide. And, you know… he'd probably scrape himself up on the woodchips if he did that, but for just two or three fleeting seconds, it might be fun.

Mmm… No. He's having second thoughts about the woodchips. He'd rather have squishy rubber underfoot (or even just grass). Woodchips can pierce skin. They aren't safe. And they're not all that wheelchair-friendly either, which no one in this town seems to think about as much as he and Betty do. There's a reason he applied for a part-time job at the Learnatorium instead of volunteering at the school.

Well. A few reasons. But the illusion of choice lifts his spirits on some of his worse days.

Gary lingers at the edge of a crosswalk. It's gray, gray, gray this afternoon. Not rainy, but threateningly close. The clouds leer downward, erasing shadows from the sidewalk. Gary rocks from heels to toes and back again, waiting for the red hand firm and staring back from him to turn into a welcoming white Cross signal. Does the little glowing figure who lives inside the signal box ever feel like he's drifting through a void? Marching endlessly, stopping often, and never advancing where he'd like to go?

It's Saturday. 7 pm. There aren't many cars out on the weekend, especially since not a lot of people have a reason to stray near the elementary school in the summer. Including him, which is why he walked right past it. Sentimental he may be, but the man he's searching for only works at the school… He won't be there today.

Cars roll past, their tires slick and firm against the street. Gary presses the signal button twice (in case the first push doesn't take) and stares at his reflection in the mounted mirror on the crossing post. It's a big, round mirror, likely put there to help drivers see around the corners, so it's probably unsafe of him to stand directly in front of it, but… in that moment, Gary realizes he doesn't know how long it's been since he last looked himself over in a mirror. Properly, anyway. He doesn't need to very often. The short spikes in his hair don't require much attention (especially because he usually wears a hat). Thanks to his mild genie powers (probably? Maybe? Unclear), he's never had to deal with acne. Every now and then he adds a little eyeliner to his look, but it really depends on the day.

It's… it's been a few months since the last time he did. That stuff runs when you cry. It would give his thoughts away.

Still, Gary grimaces at the face staring back at him now. How long has he looked like a zombie in the mirror? Heavy circles cling beneath his eyes. Is that how Ed Leadly saw him when he came in today? No one he'd believe had authority; no one to take too seriously? (Actually, this adds up. Gary spent last night sleeping on the Learnatorium couch.)

The white walking figure on the crossroad sign blinks on.

I've really grown up. Did I really use to cross this busy street without adult supervision when I was a kid?

Thunder sneers overhead, though the lightning's yet to show its face. Gary keeps his thumbs in the backpack straps. He didn't need to check the address in a phone book. Everyone knows where to find 4158 Woodnick Lane. It's outlived just about everyone in Dimmsdale. It maybe always will.

Gary's halfway there when raindrops start plinking down. They sizzle on his hands. He glances up. Then, yanking the backpack over his head, he breaks into a run. Burn the witch, he thinks snidely, and immediately feels a swell of guilt. Betty, before she lost her memories, always was good at brushing off his self-deprecating thoughts. He brings up the old mantras, playing them through his head as his shoes smack the sidewalk and cars chug, their windshield wipers flinging droplets his direction.

"If you wouldn't say it to a sad child's face, don't say it to yourself."

The rain leaves bubbly welts across his hands. Gary huffs, sprinting for all he's worth, and leaps on a big cement planter just to avoid the gutter spray splash from a car rolling by. His skin throbs, hands thrusting their weird mix of human and genie cells into repairing what damage the water did. Over and over, again and again… one scalding patch of skin at a time. And it looks good as new, until it touches water again.

[Cnt’d - FFN and AO3 links at top]

#Fairly OddParents #FOP #Denzel Crocker #Happy Peppy Gary #Gary and Betty #Big Crock #ridwriting #130 Prompts #fic announcement #apparently art #We're Pixies! #FAIRIES!

[fridayiminlovemp3]

i had a dream last night that i was teaching at my old elementary school and during gym class we were playing razor blade dodge ball (like regular dodge ball but instead of a ball we used razors) and one of my students threw a razor at the other teacher who was dylan o’brien and it got stuck in the back of his head and i started freaking out at this kid for stabbing dylan o’brien. then the principal came in and fired me for yelling at a student and i was like okay but what about the razor stuck in dylan? and she was like idc he’s fired too. so i carried him outside trying to find help and then my old manager showed up and tried to get us to join her cult and i was like erin a man is dying and she was like maybe if he took some of my detox fit tea he’d be okay and drove off. then i was walking around on the playground and i found a team of surgeons who lived under the playground and they offered to remove the razor if i joined their cult and i was like no why is everyone asking me to join their cults?? and they were like fine :/ okay you don’t have to join but you do have to build us a water slide and i was like yeah okay i’ll do that. then they removed the razor blade and turned around and stabbed me in the arm with it. and i woke up and one of the cds had fell off of my wall and was on my arm

and it was the fucking killers

#i have no words #mari.txt

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

Hello Koopalings, I will experience a change of school after the holidays. Do you have any advices for me?

Roy: "Be confident, and pretend you belong. If you walk in thinking you fit in and know what you're doing, you will fit in and know what you're doing."

Iggy: "Find out if you're eligible for a 504 plan. And if you are, then take FULL advantage of it!!"

Ludwig: "Iggy, no-"

Iggy: "You're one to talk! Luds completely got out of doing gym class because of his bladder issues."

Ludwig: "True... And I'm allowed to be late for class or leave early if I need to so I can make it to the restroom. But 504s are usually for things like autism or ADHD. It is a good idea to see if you're eligible for one so it can help better accommodate your learning, but... Please don't "take advantage of it" like Iggy said."

Wendy: "Join sports or clubs or whatever... I obviously don't do those, but they can help you be more "involved" and get more friends. Or some shit."

Morton: "Being part of an extracurricular activity for multiple years and being dedicated to it shows that you are capable of commitment. Colleges like commitment! That's why people who do sports are more likely to get scholarships!"

Wendy: "Even if you don't REALLY want to join something, maybe go to it once and give it a chance. Who knows, maybe you might like it? And if you stick around, it could help you in the long run."

(I'm not including Larry, Lemmy, & Jr for this because they are in elementary school and don't know anything about this stuff-)

Rango: "Oh. Easy. If it's a new school and you don't know anybody, then wait until people come up to you to talk and befriend them. You don't wanna disturb people who are just trynna chill, do you? I hated that when kids did that to me and my buddies-"

Spewart: "Befriend your teachers! They will do so much for you if they like you!! If you're lucky, they might, ahem, improve your grade for no particular reason. And my old English teacher used to randomly get me sodas from the teacher's lounge just because! It was wonderful! You certainly don't have to be a suck-up. You don't even have to be a good student! But if you're simply kind, the road becomes much easier!"

Topper: "That's especially true of the disciplinary teachers. Like the ones that work in detention? I, believe it or not, was actually a good kid most of school. But I got into fights every once in a while... There's been multiple times I should've been EXPELLED, but because I was pals with the guys working in there, I got let off with a warning."

Hariet: *Inhales*

Rango, Spewart, & Topper: "Oh no-"

Hariet: *Begins a five-hour lecture about the importance of education and college and the future and blah blah blah*

Peasley: "I've had to move back and forth between the Darklands and Beanbean Kingdom for most of my life. I've also had to switch schools a lot. And what I've learned is... Don't make up cool stuff about your life in your other school. A, nobody cares, and B, nobody believes you anyways."

[biolizardboils]

Underpanniversary mont September is almost over, so here’s one last headcanon dump for the road

General

The entire book series takes place in a single school year. The following is my vain attempt at cramming everything into that timeframe in a way that makes sense

The football game in Book 1 was the kickoff and happened in early August. The 4-to-6 weeks before the Ring arrived was really just 4 weeks, minimizing the Boys' slave labor and placing Captain's first day on duty in early September (not exactly the 1st but close enough)

Book 6 canonically happens during the cold and flu season (so late autumn), making it the halfway point of the school year and the series. (I just realized that it’s never shown snowing in modern-day Piqua? Maybe it only happened while the Boys were on winter break)

In Book 11, Krupp mentions there’s 7 weeks of school left. Summer break usually starts in mid-to-late May; subtracting 7 weeks from that places Book 11 in early-to-mid April

Book 12 happens in May. The Rid-O-Kid incident and sudden lack of gym teacher forced the school to close for damage control, then hold a half-day to do the yay-you’re-moving-up-a-grade stuff. (And yes, this means Captain Underpants Pizza Party didn’t happen and is merely a wistful fantasy 😔)

Also said school year is 1997-1998 (except for when I bring up any media that came out after that) because this is my post and I make the anachronisms

The Boys

Harold raises Sea Monkeys as snacks for his and George's pets

Speaking of their pets, they are NOT to be put in the same room together. George's are cats, Harold's are fish. Can I make it any more obvious

George had to stay home sick for a whole week once. when he finally came back to school, he walked in with this blasting on this boombox

George's fave computer game is Star Wars: Behind the Magic, Harold's is Insaniquarium (first the browser version, then Deluxe way later), and they both love Backyard Baseball

George's fave Disney film is A Goofy Movie. Harold didn’t have a favorite until middle school when Treasure Planet came out

The boys took Captain to see Hercules in theaters. He declared it the greatest movie of all time, so they bought it on VHS and played it in the treehouse whenever he asked. The boys kept it long after 4th grade and watched it whenever they missed him

They used to think boy bands were weird and girls were weird for liking them... until Heidi got into the Backstreet Boys. Harold caught The Fever from hearing her play their songs in the house, and George caught it from him. Their favorite song is Answer To Our Life

Harold would later joke that him catching The Fever should’ve been his wake-up call lol

The Old!Boys

In college they held a dorm party and made Jungle Juice in a (fully sanitized!!!) toilet so they could flush away the evidence after. And also just for laffs

Their kids go to Stubinville Elementary. It’s farther away and they have to take a bus, but it’s got generally better teachers than Jerome Horwitz. Go Stinkbugs

They wrote a letter to Krupp about what they did to him in 4th grade, but never sent it

Other

The Boys' parents didnt realize their families had blended together for years. It finally hit them when they asked Grandma and Grandpa to synchronize their visits. They were like "....Huh." and then went right back to setting the table

Other things both families do together: bills, carpooling, cooking, movie nights, fishing, picnics, holiday card photos at the mall

The Beards have a record player and a vinyl collection of every funk and R&B hit from 1968 to 1989. They always have one playing as background noise in the mornings and evenings. (The Hutchins like to play MTV instead)

Heidi goes to a preschool halfway across town. Robbie Hoskins (the little boy whose mom never believes him) goes there too

The Boys plan on being Heidi’s bodyguards when she starts kindergarten at Jerome Horwitz. No one’s gonna give her trouble, student or teacher, if they can help it

She can’t get in the Treehouse—not cus the Boys won’t let her, but cus she’s too small to safely climb the ladder 😔 Some day she'll get in there and eat all the hidden junk food, but not yet

I diagnose Melvin with EXTREME Gifted Kid Burnout post-canon lmao. He ends up going to the same community college as the Boys and they finally bury the hatchet there

Switching to paragraphs for this last one:

Long ago, when Krupp first started out as a principal, him and all the staff fell victim to an impossibly elaborate prank. He was excited to write his first detention slip and grilled the whole student body to find the culprit. 

After threatening to hold them hostage past the last bell, a dirty blonde boy in 2nd grade came up to him and claimed responsibility. Krupp locked him in the detention room and looked for his parents' number in the school directory, but couldn't find anything under his last name. 

Just then, he heard the kid make this noise. He stormed back to the detention room and opened it to yell at him... but the kid had vanished. The only sign he’d been there was his slip on the floor.

Krupp framed it in his office to preserve a milestone in his career, and vowed to crush that kid's spirit the next day.

But he never appeared at the school again.

#captain underpants #dav pilkey #George beard #Harold hutchins #heidi hutchins #melvin sneedly #mr. krupp #benjamin krupp #benny krupp #mr. beard #moses beard #mrs. beard #barbara beard #ms. hutchins #grace hutchins #headcanons #george #harold #melvin #heidi #cu #cu books #cu movie #me talking #(hyperfixation is finally winding down but i have a little more art on the way! #this has been a fun few months 🥲)

[thranduilswifesblog]

Suddenly I remember something funny back in my school days....

I used to go to a foundation private school. which means "foundation" is a school that provides education from kindergarten to university, as well as several public facilities. when I was in sixth year of elementary school (last year) I had a crush on a teacher. well basically he's not a permanent teacher. but only guarding the English course room.

I used to had a huge crush, I mean huge, is as huge as Ancalagon the Black kind of crush... And when I got older ( in junior highschool), somehow I grew to quite dislike him, and I started hates him after he called out my classmate, and said she's soo poor cause she can't afford to pay for our gym clothes and the longer I knew him, the more I found out that he's so arrogant, sarcastic in a very rude way, and quite racist....

And I started to pranks him..... Started from put something on his drink or just simply hides his shoes when he praying at mosque... And the worst I pinch a lot of nails on his bike tire

And then I graduated from my junior high school and I took vocational high School in the same school but I moved from the old building to another one not far from the old one. And when I entering the school office I found out he's our administration like FUCK! and he started calling me out for my heigh... Cause he's short and he hates when I wore heels (heels is part of uniform), he calling me out and said I can not repay the money for my uniform and I answered him "I'm not gonna do that. I'll pay it tomorrow, I just asked you how much for the uniform?" And calling me unruly cause I talking back to him, and he said he thank's to the god that I no longer singing for the drama class like WTF?

And I got an idea, a crazy idea, I took one of my doll, I took his pict from hia facebook, and I write his full name, and his birth date. And I started pinch it with needle like a vodoo dolls 🤣🤣 and believe me or not, it works.... He got diarhea for 2 weeks and had to hospitalized in our hospital 🤣🤣 AM I A WITCH?? OR IS THIS JUST GOD HELP ME??? GANDALF AM I ONE OF THOSE ISTAR???!!

#bully #my story #just some funny shit I wrote #theres so many funny shits I did back in my school days 🤣 #but the teacher still likes me lmao 🤣🤣