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demetriandelibinaryboyfriends · 3 years

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"Remember when you told me that Demetri was always going to be your only friend?"

Her tone was sharp and Eli felt obliged to avoid her gaze, staring at his hands instead.

"I do."

"Yeah well, Demetri's mother called me to tell that someone broke his arm and she doesn't know who did it."

His silence was almost as loud as a scream.

"I know who did it. I didn't know the reason though, but then I saw those Cobra Kai kids with you outside and I put it together. You have a bunch of new friends now, don't you?"

Eli glanced at his mother and regretted it instantly, she almost looked as if she was talking to a stranger. Like she didn't knew him.

"Well, Demetri isn't your only friend now, is he?"

No.

"Was it worth it?"

No.

God, no.

Hey wow look never in my life have 142 words CRUSHED MY SOUL FASTER

This drabble punched me in the gut, grabbed my wallet, looked through it, snatched all my $20s, and then ran away mercilessly.

Legit though, it never sat quite right with me when Eli was venting to his mom in that one flashback and he just wails out “I’M NEVER GONNA HAVE ANY FRIENDS BESIDES DEMETRI!” like it’s some like...goddamn death sentence or something. Like yeah, Demetri is far from the perfect best/only friend, and he can certainly be an insensitive ass at times, but like...yo, the boy is LOYAL AF, he’s stuck with your ass and been your best friend through YEARS of bullying and tried to protect you from getting hurt, in his own little way (even if some of his efforts are kinda misguided, as they basically boil down to “just avoid engaging bullies if at all possible” and “don’t try any new activity (i.e. karate) that could cause even slight pain or discomfort and rock the boat” lol) and tried to make you laugh with dumb jokes about you being the homecoming king when NO ONE ELSE would bother, and you clearly just DON’T appreciate him??? Like the way Eli’s like “I’m never gonna have friends...besides Demetri, obviously” just reads like he’s absolutely just taking Demetri for granted and it PISSES ME OFF. Then again, I think it might just strike a nerve with me in particular, since I remember all too well being a ragingly insecure, introverted child watching my friends make other friends besides me and just being so confused and hurt, like “...am I not good enough for you?” Of course, now that I’m older I see that it’s valid to want more friends while keeping the ones you have, obviously, and I don’t think Eli was inherently wrong for wanting to expand his social circle or anything, but the way he’s just...so dismissive of Demetri’s friendship and instead focuses on crying about all the cool friends he doesn’t have just PEEVES me to no end. Like ffs, some of the kids at that school who get bullied probably have NO friends and have to tough it out alone, so maybe be like...a little more appreciative of the fact that you have a BEST FRIEND who clearly cares about you??? Again, it’s valid for Eli to want more friends--I imagine you’d get tired of only having one person your age to really talk to--but the fact that he kinda phrases this in a way that makes it sound like Demetri and their friendship is dismissable and trivial and not all that important to him has always bugged me a lot. I mean, Eli obviously DOES care about Demetri and Demetri’s opinions of him, as we see several times in the show, but like...hearing him say “I’m never gonna have any other friends besides Demetri” still makes me wince every time. STOP TALKIN BOUT MY BOY LIKE HE DOESN’T MATTER

Yeah yeah yeah I KNOW I’m reading way too much into a simple comment okay but this statement has implications and I DO NOT like them

“Someone broke his arm and she doesn't know who did it." Oh yeah, Demetri absolutely did not tell his mom Eli broke his arm. Given how smothering and overprotective she seems (I mean, she gave him a note to take to a KARATE CLASS excusing him from EXTENSIVE ARM AND LEG MOVEMENT even though that’s ALL KARATE IS), she’d probably NEVER let Eli near him again if she knew--hell, she might even get a restraining order or make Demetri transfer schools or something. And Demetri definitely doesn’t think that’s her decision to make--and he ain’t about to give up on Good Old Eli just yet, even after everything that’s happened. Perhaps against his better judgement, he still has hope for his old friend. He just tells his mom his arm got broken by one of the newer Cobra Kai recruits, some burly thug guy he’d never seen before. He didn’t get a good look at the guy, naturally, since he was pinning his face to the ground and fled the scene almost immediately after the arm-snapping.

And oh my god how I WISH we’d gotten a scene in Season 3 where Eli’s mom just brutally calls him out like this, because god knows he needed it and it could’ve been THE wake-up call (or at least one of a few big wake-up calls) that shit...he’s getting farther away from the person he’s always been than he ever has before, and maybe...maybe it’s not a good thing after all. Maybe it’s not a good thing if his own mother barely recognizes him, if his own mother is maybe even a little scared/wary of him and what he’s become. I mean I get there was a lot going on in Season 3, and there probably wouldn’t have really been room to bring back a character as minor as Eli’s mom, but I would have loved to see her reaction to all the shit he was pulling throughout the season. She highkey seems like a helicopter parent if she’s willing to call the school over Eli being bullied, so there’s no way she was just suddenly completely disinterested in everything he was doing after school and that she didn’t at least suspect there was some sketchy shit going on. (I mean...the boy presumably came home with a MOTORCYCLE one day??? Isn’t she gonna wonder where on earth he got that??? Y’all don’t expect me to believe SHE got it for him, do you???)

Also, Demetri and Eli’s moms are absolutely friends!!! Speaking as someone who had the same group of childhood friends for like 12 years, your moms can’t NOT be friends when they’re forced to see each other that often XD It’s kinda depressing to think how much it must have hurt their moms too when they started fighting, since these women would presumably have been good friends for years at that point and now have to watch their sons, who used to be best friends, just constantly be at each other’s throats :( I love how quickly Eli’s mom puts two and two together and figures out Eli broke Demetri’s arm. Eli can’t hide SHIT from his mama haha

Also wow it’s so fucked and depressing to think that maybe, in the heat of the moment, Eli broke Demetri’s arm to LITERALLY shatter the notion of Demetri being his only friend and try to DESTROY that time completely with that arm break so he could fully embrace his new, “improved” identity as the “cool badass” with lots of awesome and formidable friends who were obviously far superior and much better for his image and his intimidation factor than nerdy little Demetri...ouch.

"Was it worth it?"

No.

God, no.

JESUS I’M SOBBING

AS SOON AS ELI HEARD THAT BONE SNAP AND SAW DEMETRI CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR CRYING HE REGRETTED ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING I AM HERE TO TELL YOU

IT WAS A BAD DAY FOR EVERYONE AND I AM GOING TO MURDER JOHN KREESE WITH MY BARE HANDS FOR SLOWLY MINDFUCKING MY BOY ELI MOSKOWITZ INTO THINKING BREAKING HIS CRUSH’S ARM WAS THE MOVE

#hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #eli x demetri #demetri x hawk #elimetri #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #hawk #demetri #eli #my askbox

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doorbloggr · 3 years

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Tuesday 4/5/21 - Background Noise for a Wallflower (Podcasts)

The distinction between introvert and extrovert is not as cut and dry as people will have you believe. Like many things in the human experience, it is a spectrum; though I have long described myself as definitively an introvert, the Pandemic Arc showed me that all humans crave human contact to some degree.

Source: K-On (Anime)

When I hang out with friends, I enjoy listening to conversations around me, but my stunted social growth means that I struggle to start and maintain conversations myself. But I am content being the person sitting in the background, chiming in everyone now and then. It is somewhat calming just to chill as 3rd, 5th or even 8th wheel in a hangout session. I recently found that this type of person is referred to as a Wallflower.

Mio (K-On) also enjoys company, but enjoys being in the background

Being able to engage socially all the time is never a given though, and for most days of the week, on the road, in the afternoon after work, late night in bed, I am stuck without the background noise of friends. But luckily for me, there are podcasts.

Podcasts are an interesting long form media that have been perfectly crafted for being played in the background during other tasks. And though I have tried to keep up with various types of podcast, the ones I've actually kept following are podcasts of just... conversation.

A Podcast About Nothing

SuperMega is a small-ish YouTube comedy/gaming channel run by two friends Matt Watson and Ryan Magee, with help from other friends. Their podcast SuperMegaCast is a roughly weekly show where the two just talk about their weeks, tell stories about their lives, childhoods, and just the world at large.

SuperMegaCast's conversations just like talk you'd expect from a couple mates catching up on a Friday afternoon. The two both come from different parts of South Carolina, so they talk about family and friends growing up, and often joke about being raised in the bible belt. They'll talk about the latest movies, issues in politics, what videogames they've been playing, on and off their channel, and just what happened to them in their lives that week.

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However, the two rarely miss an opportunity to devolve any topic into silly jokes and toilet humour. Even though their opinions are interesting and occasionally thought provoking, nothing is safe from being followed up by a "Yo Mama" or "Deez Nuts". When I need background noise while sitting down to play a game or draw a picture, they are my first go to.

Although they have amassed more than 200 episodes, I'd recommend to just jump in wherever. Since it's just chatting about whatever the week has given them, you won't be missing out on much context if you've missed episodes.

A Podcast About Something

Nearly on the opposite end of the spectrum is Cortex Podcast. The union of professional podcaster Myke Hurley and Educational YouTuber CGP Grey, Cortex is a higher brow, but still fun podcast about making it work in the digital world. This pair do not work together directly much outside of the podcast, so their conversations revolve around their own technical, mental, and financial issues of a career in online media (and adulting in general).

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Myke and Grey have a very fun dynamic, and very importantly for audio media, both have very soothing voices (in my opinion). A lot of the show involves Myke explaining the challenge of driving the industry forward while Grey rants about being being driven forward by a lot of things he doesn't understand. The contrast of someone who is very willing to ride the wave and someone who is experienced, but educationally sceptical, is fun. Grey is also a very philosophical person, and has very interesting takes on balancing life in general, his video on his own channel about sectioning up your life during the pandemic is a must watch.

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They are two very different people, but they are both very intelligent. For someone who doesn't work in digital media, some of their conversations go over my head. But when I put on a podcast, I rarely intend to put 100% of my attention in. Listening to a pair of nerds nerd out about nerdy stuff is just what I need when trying to emulate the feeling of being a Wallflower among friends.

Cortex is not a very frequent podcast, but when they do drop an episode, they are a very welcome addition to my background noise quota.

My recommendations:

If you want a relaxed, hang-out sesh type podcast where the hosts are immature, and the topic is never set in stone, watch SuperMegaCast.

If you want a chill, but intellectual sort of podcast, where two internet nerds geek out about the intricacies of navigating work in digital media, watch Cortex Podcast.

#blogpost #blog #podcast #supermega #supermegacast #cortex podcast #cgp grey #myke hurley #matt watson #ryan magee

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phelfromgrace · 3 years

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How is it that Hux in crackfic and Hux in a dead dove can be equally in-character? It should be diametrically opposed, but both work. I have a theory!

In canon, Hux has been shown as both dominant (a high ranking general) and submissive (beaten by Snoke, Ren, Pryde), and written with either a serious or comedic tone. Here's my interpretation of his vibe in the movies:

TFA- Dom/Serious. Although some may find the rally speech funny because he's so Dramatic™, it's not intended to be funny. Hux in TFA mostly just gives orders and has beef with Ren. Nothing comedic about the character at all!

TLJ- Sub/Serious. Again, he's seriously just doing his job, but he's failing and being beat around/humiliated at every turn. I stand by that Hux isn’t entirely comedic in the film. Yes, the ‘yo mama’ gingerpilot scene is a joke, and I *think* we’re supposed to laugh when Snoke slams him on the deck and when Ren slams him against the wall (I don’t think those are funny btw)... but Hux has plenty of normal ‘giving out commands’ scenes. In my opinion, the ‘comedy’ is there to alleviate tension and make him palatable after blowing up Hosnian Prime; we feel bad for him instead of straight up laugh at him. (and if we laugh at his pain or feel satisfied for ‘punching the nazi’, it kind of says something abt ourselves/our culture; one of TLJ’s central themes is compassion/pacifism after all, i.e. Luke’s sacrifice, Rey wanting to turn Kylo, ‘saving what we love, not fighting what we hate’.) *the gingerrose bite scene is a case of Dom/Comedic though! Another example would be the interrogation scene in Trevorrow’s Ep.9 'Duel of the Fates' first draft.

TRoS- Sub/Comedic. Does Hux have a single serious scene in this film? (Maybe the deleted Mustafar scene where him and Pryde are lusting after Ren, if that's meant to be serious.) Pryde pretty much keeps him sub the whole film, and even his death is framed as a joke. But unlike TLJ where all of the jokes revolve around violence, Hux in TRoS has plenty of family-friendly jokes like his comment on Ren’s mask, Chewie messing his hair, being ‘shushed’ by Ren, and ‘I’m the spy’. This is why I find it straight up comedic instead of serious.

Now as much as I dislike TRoS... it is canon and part of Hux's interpretation. I've also seen some TLJ-hate in regards to Hux's character, but let's not forget that between the films, they released Aftermath: Life Debt with his backstory which gave precedent to his whipped dog/rabid cur nature. (Remember when we didn't even have his first name 'Armitage'? They didn’t have much of a vision for his character in TFA...) That being said, if someone only likes TFA Hux, or only TRoS' silly version, it's really all valid! This variance makes Hux dynamic to read and write. There's a lot of play, depending on your taste/mood.

For the fun of it, I plugged all my Hux (i.e. gingerrose) fics into the chart, and this is what I got:

I recommend doing this as an exercise! It helped to visualise how I see/write the character. (maybe not surprising: I prefer him as a switch lol!)

To me, Hux moves in all four quadrants-- a guy so serious that it's comical, who wants to dominate the galaxy but is under the thumb of not only literal tyrants, but also his shitty self-worth, insecurity, and daddy issues. (in reality, he would have been better off as a nerdy engineer tinkering in the background on his own terms; that’s just my headcanon though!)

#armitage hux #gingerrose #meta

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official-cisphobe · 4 years

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konsta i apologize in retrospect if youre like. not That into tf2 anymore but im curious now.. do you have any interesting headcanons? : D (identity or plot/au-wise, either is fine!)

are you kidding??? I fucking love tf2 it's one of my special interests + hyperfixations

as for headcanons hell to the frickin yea:

my boy Scout like I said before is trans (I like to think nonbinary in some way) and bi/pan. he's also autistic, has adhd, and dyslexia. he's also nerdy as fuck. I imagine he's maybe aspec, probably nebularomantic (can't tell platonic and romantic attraction apart because of neurodivergency). also partially deaf!

Non👏binary👏Pyro👏, they're also panromantic and demisexual

Sniper is aromantic and gay as fuckk, also autistic with pretty bad social anxiety. you may think the sunglasses are just aesthetic but his eyes are pretty sensitive and he can get migraines from bright lights. I like to think he's rlly into plants!. a polite awkward boy,, <333

Medic is gay gay gay gay gay double triple mega gay. likes to give people nicknames. reenacts classical plays with his birds. really into mythology

Heavy also gay and probably autistic. a sweet boy and very smart! can probably cook rlly good and gives best hugs

Engineer doesn't label his attraction but he likes ppl of any gender ! probably ace. phantom pains and migraines, likes classical music and the occasional catchy pop song and ofc country music. wears flannel like it's a religious thing. he's!!! such!!! a!!! sweet!!!! lad!!!!! calls ppl pumpkin as a term of endearment

Soldier is partially deaf even more so than Scout. I don't have any headcanons for his sexuality but I doubt he cares much. very fatherly, he's the fun silly kind of dad who celebrates with the kids when they're getting McDonald's. Respects Everyone, it's one of his principles. "There's a reason why bigot rhymes with maggot!" he's not the sharpest tool in the shead but gods be dammed he's having the time of his life. animal lover

pan Demoman pan Demoman pan Demoman pan D- likes boardgames and card games, specifically uno. would make a great dad. loves puns and dad jokes. would wear one of those "kiss the cook" aprons at a barbecue. would come up with a different extravagant tale about his missing eye whenever people (especially kids) ask.

Spy is a bastard doodoo head. says he only drinks expensive wine but actually likes the cheap shit. he's French-Canadian. would make a fart joke and laugh at it himself (he canonically made a yo mama joke so you can't tell me this is beyond him). if asked what his plans for the weekend are he would reply "doing your mom" no I will not accept critisism.

#äsks #hey gamers

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constant-calum · 6 years

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Watercolors (Brandon Arreaga) ~ Chapter 4: Rembrandt

Summary: 17 year old Amina Parker was far from a blank canvas, but he still managed to make a finger painting with her love.

A/N: It’s been 85490 years...and a girl still can’t get a reblog out here...wow

Part Three Part Five

Amina was not looking forward to lunch on Friday. It wasn’t because she didn’t want to see the boys, but rather, she didn’t want to see Brandon. But as she approached the table, this time with Zane in tow, it seemed as though nothing changed. Nick stood to greet her with a hug, almost squeezing her to death. Amina found it comforting.

“What’s up, chicas?” Edwin called, waving a french fry around.

“Hey, guys.” Zane practically sang.

It was unfair how pretty Zane’s voice was. Just by hearing her speak, you could tell she was an amazing singer. Amina’s voice was a little deeper, definitely raspier. She wished she had the clarity and presence in her voice that her best friend had always possessed.

Much to her dismay, Amina found herself sat in between Brandon and Nick. She tried to block Brandon out as much as possible, admittedly still upset about their encounter yesterday. It was hard, though, because his nose wasn’t buried in his sketchbook like it usually was. He actually seemed engaged in the conversation.

“Yo so guys, I saw Miss Herrera in the hallway today, and I seriously considered taking spanish again just for her.” Brandon said.

“B, you already speak spanish,” Austin pointed out.

“I know, but she’s just that fine. When I say I would risk it all…” Zion fist bumped Brandon from across the table.

Zane looked confused. “Wait, you speak spanish? Like fluently?”

Brandon nodded. “I speak it at home, so...But still, Eggwin is way better at it than me.”

“Once I leave the building,” Edwin explained. “No english for me.”

Amina was surprised, and oddly attracted to that fact. She was in love with the spanish language. She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that the boys were attractive before, but learning that about them instantly bumped up their attractiveness levels.

“Speaking of leaving the building,” Austin interjected. “Y’all are still good to come to mine for the Friday night tradition.”

Both Zane and Amina nodded as Austin pointed at them. All of the boys smiled, except for Brandon, who looked confused. Amina smirked to herself. For once she was apart of something special, and it made her even happier that Brandon had no idea.

“Wait, you guys are coming tonight?” He asked.

Amina couldn’t stop herself from snapping back. “Yeah, is that gonna be a problem?”

Brandon looked Amina dead in the eye, and she could tell exactly what he was feeling. It was a possessive, white hot anger. Well less angry, and more competitive, Amina felt. This was a stare down that Amina was not going to lose. She cocked one eyebrow as a slight moment of silence passed. For Amina, it felt like an hour, when in actuality, it was only a second or two. Eventually, Brandon cleared his throat.

“No, no problem.” He looked to Zane. “It should be fun.”

Amina felt Nick squeeze her thigh under the table as everyone began speaking again. It was low, closer to her knee, but it still made Amina jump. She turned to him, and he looked extremely confused.

Everything okay? He mouthed.

Amina nodded, placing a hand on his bicep in reassurance. The last thing she needed is for the guys to know how Brandon had treated her. Maybe she had been overreacting yesterday, but what he said was still rude. In her mind, that was even more reason to keep her distaste for Brandon to herself. She had only been apart of this friendship for two days; it was no time to be causing drama.

Amina half-heartedly picked at her black eyed peas that her mother had packed in her favorite gold glittered thermos. A sudden wave of anxiety crashed over her as she thought about the reality of her friendship with the boys. It had only been two days; why did it seem as though years had passed already? The boys provided her with a sense of comfort that took years for her and Zane to establish. She didn’t know how to feel about that.

Across the table, Zane leant into Zion’s side, the two of them fitting like puzzle pieces. Amina couldn’t help but be a little jealous. Of course, she was happy for her best friend, but at the same time, everything always came so easy to Zane. At any given moment, she could have any boy she wanted. That was never the case for Amina. So now, to see Zane easily falling into a relationship was making Amina’s heart clench. She knew it would be a long time before she had anything like that.

Austin’s house was on Mendham Road, only a few short blocks from where Amina lived. If he was wealthy like Nick was, his house sure didn’t show it. Amina kind of liked it though; it made her feel less alienated about her own family’s financial status.

They all decided to drive to Austin’s house together, squeezing way more people into Nick’s car than legally allowed. The boys all busted through the front door like they owned the place. Amina couldn’t tell if it was because they were all so close, or because that was just the nature of the boys. Amina and Zane hung around the back, shutting the door quietly behind them.

The two followed the group of boys down the main hallway. Austin peeked into a room that Amina assumed was the kitchen to say hi to someone. As Amina passed the room, she took a glance in and saw a short brunette woman fussing over some cake batter. She was adorably petite, and humming to herself. Amina thought that made her even more adorable.

Eventually, the group ended up in the basement. Nick, Edwin, and Brandon were all squeezed into a small, black leather couch. Zion and Austin sat together on a matching loveseat. Coming down the stairs last, Amina and Zane scanned the room for a place to sit. Not spotting one, they both made a move to sit on the ground.

“No, no, no,” Edwin protested. “You ladies are not sitting on the ground. Here, one of you take my seat.”

Austin got up along with Edwin, and sat on the ground. “And one of you sit here.”

Smiling to herself, Zane went to go sit in Austin’s place next to Zion. Amina mentally sighed, once again finding herself in between Brandon and Nick. She was beginning to really dislike Brandon, no matter how pretty or cute she thought he was.

Austin turned the tv on to an animated show that Amina didn’t know the name of. She was surprised when no one complained, but she assumed they all went by the rule of “his house, his rules”. A small nudge to Amina’s shoulder caught her attention. She looked over at Brandon.

“What?” She whispered, trying not to interrupt the group.

“I’m sorry.”

“For?”

Brandon rolled his eyes, sighing a little. “You know, for being an asshole in the art room. You didn’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

Amina wouldn’t have believed him if it weren’t for the glint in his eyes. He looked genuinely sorry, even though Amina didn’t want to believe he was. She thought about earlier, and how she didn’t want to be the problem in the group. She found it in herself to smile.

“It’s okay. Just don’t do it again,” She joked.

When he smiled back, Amina felt that familiar rush in the pit of her stomach. Brandon was honestly beautiful. His sharp jawline and pronounced nose created an almost model-like aura, but his black framed glasses made him seem impossibly nerdy. Amina thought he was the physical embodiment of every sexy nerd-next-door character there has ever been. It made Amina feel like there was a sinking hole in her stomach. She loved and hated the feeling.

The group spent the next hour or so watching the tv show, with the occasional laugh or comment from Austin. Amina looked over at Zane and Zion, whose faces were so close that they were practically breathing the same air. Zane smiled, causing her dimples to pop out. Zion placed an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to bury her face in his neck.

Nick was the one to break the relative silence. “Yo, it’s almost 6. Time to head out?”

Amina looked up at him from where her head was lolled to the side. He shot her a wink. Edwin stood up, stretching as Austin turned off the tv. Brandon was quick to get off of the couch, and he even extended a hand to help Amina stand as well. She took it with a shy smile, feeling her cheeks begin to heat up. For once in her life, she was grateful for her darker complexion.

The walk to Burger King was short, only because the group took a shortcut through the woods, which only Zane and Amina were opposed to. They ended up getting there a little after 6:15, which Amina thought was the perfect time for dinner. Her stomach growled at the thought of it, as they all waited in the long line.

“Mimi,” Zane called. “Shit, sorry. I mean Amina. Pops gave me the money for us so tell Mama I got it, ok?”

Amina nodded after rolling her eyes at the mention of her nickname. The boys, like always looked confused.

“Y’all are related?” Nick asked.

Zane chuckled in response. “No.”

“But you said Mama, and Pops…?” Austin looked like he was desperately trying to put the pieces together.

“I call her dad Pops,” Amina explained. “And she calls my mom Mama. It’s just because we’re almost like a family, despite not being actually related.”

“It’s a person of color thing,” Zane said when Austin still looked semi-confused.

Edwin laughed loudly. “Nick and Austin are our honorary POC. They still got stuff they gotta learn.”

Everyone laughed. Amina was starting to be able to piece out the roles of everyone in the group. Zion was the heartbreaker, the pretty boy who was always with a girl. Edwin was the dad, with all his corny jokes and sassy side remarks. Brandon was the shy, quiet, artistic loner of the group. Austin was the wild child, adventurous and outgoing. Nick was a little harder to decipher; he seemed kind of just the glue to hold everyone together.

Where Amina and Zane would fit in was still unclear. Amina knew that she was alone in this feeling, though. Zane was malleable. She could fit into wherever she was placed. Amina, on the other hand, could never change herself to fit her surroundings. She was always just who she was, even if it didn’t fit who she needed to be. For once in her life, Amina prayed that the people she was around would only need her to be who she truly was.

Nick threw an arm around Amina’s shoulders lazily, leaning on her for support. Amina chortled. “Well hello to you too.”

“Hey Mimi.” Nick smiled.

Amina sighed and rolled her eyes, looking to Zane right behind her. “Look what you did, Zane. Now everyone thinks they can call me Mimi. I think it’s only right then for me to introduce them to your household nickname.”

“Amina Nicole Parker, I swear to god I will fucking kill you.” Zane threatened from under Zion’s arm.

“Eh I think they should know. So tell me, Shu-shu, how does it feel?”

Brandon practically choked with laughter. “Shu-shu? Where in the hell did that come from?”

Amina cocked an eyebrow, smirking to the group. “When Zane was little, I’m talking about months old, her mother used to say she looked like a little dumpling.”

“And then my Pops,” Zane continued. “Who always takes things too far, started calling me his little shrimp shumai. Eventually he just shortened it to Shu-shu. And that’s been my nickname ever since.”

Zion cooed. “I think it’s cute.”

“Mimi and Shu-shu...sounds like anime characters,” Austin added.

Brandon happened to catch Amina’s eye as they both looked in each other’s direction. He sent a soft smile Amina’s way, and she felt her heart hit her pelvis. A warm tingle shot up the back of her neck, causing her to send an overly enthusiastic smile back. When she realized how weird she must of looked, she cursed to herself. Why did stuff like this always happen to her? All she wanted was to give a cool, cute, calm smile back, and instead she was all crinkly eyes and exposed teeth. God damn it.

“Next in line!”

#escritos #arreaga #watercolors #brandon arreaga #prettymuch #prettymuch fanfic #prettymuch imagine

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