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Image caption: Two images of Fred from Scooby-Doo unmasking a man dressed as a ghost. Fred is labeled "proof of equal cardinalities". The man dressed as a ghost is masked and labeled "H, a subgroup of G" in the first image. In the second image, the man dressed as a ghost is unmasked and labeled "G".
#mathematics#math jokes#group theory#ms mathematics#fred unmasking meme#cried for class#procrastination power
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We must now have Flower Dodecahedron!
this just keeps getting worse
#vflower#v4 flower#v4flower#vocaloid#vocaloid flower#my art#ms paint#flower is getting attacked by geometry and mathematics now#also i love how this was requested by multiple people
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What are you studying?
math :0
#i was thinking of doing a phd. but i probably won’t#ask#the degree is literally just an MS in mathematics i think no details just plain math
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I got just a little bit distracted on math class, and ended doing this instead
by solving it, it should result in the most powerful number (I'm gonna solve it without the calculator, btw)
2763
bro, I feel like the master of the starr park ruler of the world
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the things i have to do to convince myself to do maths
#it's not even working#clownposting#mathematical physics#jesting#ms paint#clowns for morale#my art#ig#do not ask why the corner of my worksheet is torn#(i got hungry)
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Balancing work, social life while being a uni student?
let me work on those assignments
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🎼 complementary wavelengths
Wouldn’t falling in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the research study? You had no idea. But if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.
pairing: university professor!vernon x high school teacher!fem!reader word count: 2.8k+ genre: fluff for valentine’s day! rating: g tags: non-idol au, distant college friends to ???, first love :(, they both grew up!, we stan emotionally healthy MEN in here warnings: i claim no accuracy on the academic process because i am not a teacher and no accuracy on the mathematics and scientific concepts here because i am absolutely not a mathematician or a scientist
a/n: surprise lexi @heechwe, i’m your secret cupid! a huge thanks to jupiter @ddeonghwa-s for hosting this secret cupid valentine’s event! it took A WHILE for me to churn this out but we persist and bounce back to writing! a very very special thanks to kae @ylangelegy for beta reading! and to @svtreverie, @choitcherryanne, and k for being my forever hypegirls mwa mwa
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“So, Ms. Y/L/N, do you have a Valentine's date already?”
You roll your eyes for what must be the millionth time. “For the last time, this is grounds for unbecoming conduct, young lady.”
“I’m just saying!” Your student Sofia laughs. “You deserve to have a good Valentine’s Day this year.”
“Since when have you played matchmaker for me, Ms. Chwe?”
“Since we saw you crying in the school parking lot,” Sofia’s best friend Meena chimed in supportively. Come on, Ms. Y/L/N. You can’t expect us to sit around and do nothing.”
“Especially not for our favorite Maths teacher!”
You shake your head at these two high schoolers. You knew you couldn’t play favorites amongst your students, but these two and their stubbornly infectious energy sparked a little of your youth back in you. Plus, you really couldn’t blame them because they were right about that school parking lot incident.
It was after this brunch date went terribly wrong a few weeks ago. And while it was very unbecoming of a teacher for her students to find her squat and sobbing against her car, these two were like guardian angels that took you under their wings and brought you ice cream and were girl’s girls all the way—as if they weren’t almost a whole decade younger than you.
Since then, Sofia and Meena would secretly try to find you a potential Valentine’s date amongst teachers, guardians, single parents, older siblings, school staff, or anyone at this point. They were wholly invested—and not just because you were the best teacher they’ve ever had in their very subjective opinion.
From afar, you see a familiar figure leaning against his car, signature plain white tee with jeans underneath his selected outerwear of the day—this time, it was a black denim jacket with a matching Yankees cap.
You've noticed him for a while now, dropping by a few days a week. You've thought about approaching him several times as well, but you always stopped this impulse. However, today was different.
“Sofia, would you mind calling over your brother here for a second?”
“What is this about?” Sofia had her eyebrow raised. Despite her age, it was hard not to take her seriously given that you were both standing at the same height.
“You know what this is about. He told me that you gave him my email address.”
A look of understanding lit in Sofia’s eyes. “Ah, that thing. Yeah, gimme a second.”
Meena stayed behind to continue the line of questioning. “So what’s that thing?”
“It’s a post-grad thing of sorts. Don’t mind it, you have enough schoolwork on your head to be thinking about this.”
She just chuckled in return. “Ms. Y/L/N, may I remind you that Sofia’s brother is single, handsome, respectful, decent, and smart. You can see why I personally have a vested interest in this thing already.”
“Meena.”
She heard your tone shift and straightened herself. It was a subtle reminder that she was still your student and that you were still her teacher.
“I’m just stating facts,” she said with a shrug and a quieter tone.
Sofia’s distant voice calling out for her friend caught both of your attention. At the same time, you see the figure in black and white walking toward you in his confident and deliberate strides.
“I’ll go ahead Ms. Y/L/N. See you tomorrow! And good luck on the thing,” Meena said with a smile and a wave. When she passes the figure, she does a slight bow out of respect, which he reciprocates. This exchange quirks up the corner of your lips. You recall what Meena said earlier, and it prods at you with an irk of frustration.
It frustrates you that she’s right.
When he finally stood before you with a smile, a flood of memories came crashing back. Suddenly, you’re back on your college campus standing underneath your favorite tree, a girl in front of a boy.
“I got your email, Professor Chwe. It’s been a while.”
“It has been a while Ms. Y/L/N.”
You chuckle at your monikers. Who knew two scruffy college students would turn out to be respectful academicians? “Formalities aside, it’s so nice to hear from you again Vernon.”
“Likewise.”
“I see the teaching gig in university hasn’t changed your sense of casual style.”
Vernon looks you up and down in your sensible collared button-up and slacks ensemble. You completely ignore the growing flutters in your stomach. “I can see that this high school has changed yours.”
“Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. The kids actually like my sense of style, mind you.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed Sofia starting to wear blazers all of a sudden. I never thought that it’d be you I’d blame for that.”
You feel something in your chest, a sudden churn and an unexpected leap. As a teacher, you’ve mastered your emotions enough to mask your face into one that wouldn’t give everything away. But these primal emotions were almost too much to bear.
Is this what it really feels like to face your first love after so many years apart?
“Anyway,” you continue as a means to deflect before anything else gives away your true feelings. “You emailed me about your dissertation? You really didn’t give much away. And you know you could’ve just sent me a message.”
“Oh, yeah!” Vernon nods vigorously in emphasis of your statement. “I need someone good in applied mathematics.”
“And you need me for that because?”
He blinks at you. “Because you are good at applied mathematics. I want your help for my musicology dissertation.”
You let out a sigh of disbelief. “Vernon, I—”
“And don’t you dare say you’re not good,” he insists with his finger pointed at you. “I’ve read your research papers. I don’t even know why you stay teaching in high school. You could’ve been tenured by now. Or on a sabbatical like me.”
He’s read my research papers? So he’s been following my work? You shake your head to clear these unnecessary thoughts, which are immediately replaced by a sense of uncertainty. “I don’t know, I’m pretty busy these coming months…”
You really didn’t know why you were avoiding it. This was the perfect academic opportunity and you had no idea why you were avoiding it.
Okay, scratch that. You knew exactly why—because of him.
“No problem, we’ll be able to pace the progress. Besides,” he continued, “you’ve always been my study buddy. I know we’ll be really good partners for this one.”
With one sentence, he has almost reduced you to a blushing schoolgirl with a huge crush.
Oh wait, weren’t you one already?
But still, you couldn’t resist stoking the flame that had been sparked inside you. So you ask, “Why me? Were there no other worthy research partners in your esteemed university?”
“Nope. I choose you,” he answered with a lopsided smirk. “I think you’ll understand why when you hear what my dissertation is about.”
“What is it about?”
“Do you wanna go out for coffee?”
“What?”
“What?” Vernon said in more of a statement than a question.
“What does coffee have anything to do with this?”
“Unless you want to keep standing here with your students watching us, I think it’s better if we continue this discussion somewhere else.”
You peer over his shoulder to see Sofia and Meena watching the two of you from the car like hawks, ready to catch any significant interaction that might give away what you two were talking about. When you met their line of sight, they were ready to bring their phones up to feign their disinterest.
“There’s a cafe on the next street over. If you’d like to go there…”
“Nice,” he said cooly, his voice low and sure.
He lifted his phone to his ear. From your peripheral vision, you see his sister raise her own phone in response. It was almost comical how you could see their silent reactions from across the courtyard, with Meena vibrating with excitement and slapping the other girl’s arm as you hear Sofia’s voice trying to sound calm through the speaker of Vernon’s phone. You see them hurriedly lowering the car window and lifting their thumbs up toward your direction.
They seem to think they have finally succeeded. You wouldn’t give them that benefit yet.
When he hung up, Vernon addressed your confused look. “Sofia’s been annoying me about getting the car anyway, so they can have it. Let’s walk?”
It was silent at first. The early afternoon sun cooperated with the cool breeze, setting the atmosphere for a nice leisurely walk. Students and office workers were milling around the nearby commercial strip, with the sounds and conversations all mingling in the background.
It had been years since you last spent time together like this, in an environment not too different from this one. After your study sessions in the library, you two walked together to your shared classes, which by some stroke of luck always seemed to happen for at least one class every semester until you graduated.
You both hung in different circles. He hung around with his fellow music majors in band practices and the college’s musicians organization, while you spent the majority of your time with your mathematics batchmates in the library or the school quad, catching up on problem sets and homework before you needed to make it to your choir’s rehearsals at night.
But when you ended up as seatmates in your first semester, you made a comment on the Bach piece he was listening to, how Bach was actually a pretty mathematical composer. He asked you how you knew that.
You said, “I take mathematics. I needed a cool fun fact for introductions.”
From that moment on, Vernon took it upon himself to make you appreciate how mathematical Bach’s pieces were. Music became your common language amongst everything else in the background, and the rest was history.
“Okay,” you began, “You know that we haven’t really spoken to each other since graduation. So…why choose me? Not that I’m complaining, though! I’m just…shocked, I guess. And confused. Because if you’ve read my research, you’d know that it’s been years since I published anything.”
Throughout your rambling, Vernon simply looked at you. When you finally stop, you notice the clear brown of them looking straight into you. It had been years, but they were the same eyes that looked at you, that listened intently when you were explaining a complex math concept.
It had been years, but that almost unblinking gaze of his still made your heart do unexplainable leaps in your chest.
You broke away from the intensity of his gaze. He took this as a cue to answer your question. “I was looking for research papers to help me form my framework. Then I stumbled on your computations of metered wavelengths and frequencies, and their relation to different kinds of sound.”
That paper. “Oh.”
His lips turned up in the corners when he continued. “I suddenly remembered how we randomly theorized this during one of our study sessions. I couldn’t believe you actually turned it into your master's thesis.”
“You still remember that?”
“Of course. I never thought I’d find someone so in tune with me and my random theories.”
“If you’ve read the paper, you’ll know that it wasn’t a random theory at all. You might just have discovered the makings of a postulate as a college sophomore.”
“It wouldn’t have been possible without your mind making sense of it. You really are the brightest of your batch.”
You scoff at the remark. “We’re not in college anymore, Vernon. There are a lot of other bright minds out there.”
“None quite like yours, I’m sure.”
You reach the cafe and order in—a decaf iced americano for you, and a hot chocolate for him. As soon as you two get seated, he finally launches into an animated discussion of his dissertation topic about discovering the medical applications of using the various sound wavelengths from certain types and compositions of music to aid in both the operation and healing process of a person, with the goal of identifying a singular formula to determine the right wavelength for each medical situation. He had his medical experts, all he needed was his mathematician.
It was a lot to digest, to say the least.
But by the end of it all, you were in awe of both Vernon and his mind. He is smart. He’d always been smart, but it felt like the confines of university and immaturity bounded his full potential. Now that he’s seen and explored the world of academia, he was able to finally showcase how bright of a mind he really is.
“Can I tell you something?” You set down your coffee and leaned forward.
As if second nature, he mirrored your action to the tee. “Shoot.”
“I’m proud of you. Really. You used to be this mysteriously awkward guy in college who just played around with guitars and 808s. But I always knew you’d put that big brain of yours to good use.”
He opens his mouth as if in reply, but stops midway and just smiles and scrunches his nose. After a beat, he nods with a look of quiet decision. “Can I tell you something, then?” He asks, worrying his thumb with his other hand as he looks at you. You nod in response.
“It was you that inspired me to be this version of myself. Because you can’t only be smart, you also have to work hard. None of my friends back then had that mindset, then came you.”
“What are study buddies for, yeah?” You raise your fist in front of you. He looks at it and smiles his trademark gummy smile. In return, he bumps his own fist into yours, reminiscent of how you two would check in on each other during extended hours in the library finishing a project or a paper. A fist bump to make the heads bump, you two used to say.
Instead of lowering his fist after, he holds it there flush against yours. “Would it be weird for me to say that it’s honestly more than that?”
“What do you mean?”
He took in a deep breath and let out an exhale just as deep. “When I read your papers, I remembered everything we went through in uni and I just…kinda fell in love with your brain again, I guess. Even until now, you—and your work—inspired me to just do it. Then you started popping up everywhere in my life again and…I remembered how I did kinda fall in love with everything else about you. I was just too young and chicken to see it before.”
It took you a whole minute to find your voice again because how could he be this nonchalant? “You’re really just here dropping all these truth bombs without any warning, huh?”
“Like you said, we’re not in college anymore. I’d rather say it now than never.” Vernon’s smile is a shy one, hidden behind his hot chocolate cup. You can’t believe it took a dissertation paper for anyone’s feelings to be revealed—much less his.
As your mind reels with Vernon’s revelation, you scramble your brains to come up with a lighthearted retort. “So are you still kinda in love with me? Just so I know what and how we’re working on this project.”
He chuckles. “I don’t think you’re doing any better. Don’t think I don’t see you staring whenever I fetch Sofia from school.”
You gape at his reply. “How do you even know where to look for me?”
“You’re her last teacher of the day and you both leave the school at the same time. I told you. You just came barging into my life again unannounced, and it wasn’t even your fault. You just sort of…fell in there.”
A smug look took over your features, one you really couldn’t help after hearing all that he had to say. “Vernon Chwe, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were so down bad for me.”
“For that whip-smart brain and that adorable smile, maybe—theoretically—astronomically and catastrophically down bad even.”
You fight the heat rising to your cheeks—and fail. After a cough to hide your growing embarrassment, you say, “I think we’re done for the day.”
“Sure. So. Same time tomorrow?”
You were about to answer when you suddenly realized, “Vernon, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Don’t you have any other plans?”
He shakes his head and looks you straight in the eye as he says, “Just you. If you say yes.”
Wouldn’t falling further in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the study? You had no idea. But if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.
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❝ HIGH OR LOW; ❞
۶ৎ ft. t. iida navigation mha masterlist
۶ৎ everyday was a competition on which one of you would get higher marks and who could piss off who more. is it all you compete for, though?
sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say, sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face
"there they go again." "do they ever quit?" "I'm telling you guys, neither of them have the right answer!"
it's 8am on a monday, and class 3-A's morning wouldn't be complete without the arguing voices for their class president and vice president. you and iida were arguing about what the correct answer is on the math problem the class was given to answer over the weekend.
"you are being unreasonably stubborn, ms. l/n. I assure you, I confirmed this answer with my brother and he has agreed that I am correct." iida's stern voice never fails to send shivers down the back of your neck. despite that, you don't stand down.
"oh yeah? and what if I told you I checked up with my older sister who's a math teacher? huh? what are you gonna do about that?" you cross your arms over your chest as you hear the snickers of your classmates from behind you. you see iida's eyes move towards them and drops his arms to his sides with a sigh. he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before he speaks up again.
"nevertheless, it is now up to our mathematics teacher. thank you for taking up the time I could have used to review our history material, y/n." he walks past you to get back to his desk. you gasp in disbelief as you turn to face his back.
"are you calling me a waste of time?!" with no response from iida, you huff and turn to walk back to your desk as well. unknowing to the both of you, all your classmates' eyes were on you.
there's no one quite like you, you push all my buttons down, I know life would suck without you
"oh iidaaa~" he knows that voice. he knows that teasing tone even more. iida makes sure to take a deep breath before turning to face you. it's too early for this.
"how much did you get in the foreign languages test?" the way you looked up at him with doe eyes irked him even more. he was thinking about turning the other way and ignore you for the rest of the day, but he'd rather not spend his whole tuesday being bothered by you. he takes another deep breath before answering you.
"I scored 97 out of a 100. why do you ask?" "AHA! be honored by the presence of my 98." you shove the piece of paper closer to his face to get more of a reaction out of him. you didn't get exactly what you were hoping for though. all he offered you was a sharp glare before he promptly turned around and walked away. a smirk painted your lips and little did you know, the same exact smugness was on his lips too.
"don't you get tired of that?" ochako's voice startles you from behind. she places a hand on your shoulder and sneaks a peak on your test paper.
"what do you mean?" you turn around to face her, and you're greeted by the faces of ochako and midoriya.
"uraraka is referring to you and iida's arguing or teasing back and forth! you know, about your uh- grades and whatnot." midoriya ends his statement as he scratches the back of his neck.
"oh. nah." you reassure them with a smile. "it's what keeps me going, y'know" you pay no mind to their hesitant smiles as you look over your shoulder to find iida staring at you already.
at the same time, I wanna hug you, I wanna wrap my hands around your neck
wednesday's are the worst. the middle of the week means being in the middle of a pile of schoolwork. add on that you forgot to finish the assignment for aizawa's class the night before. oh, he's gonna kill you.
you've been paying no mind to the voices of your classmates around you for a good 20 minutes now, intent on finishing your assignment before aizawa walks through the door. you were just about to be finished when a test paper was placed on your desk. you didn't even have to look up to find out who was in front of you flaunting their test score. but you did.
a smug iida was standing in front of your desk, with the biggest smirk on his face. has he ever made a facial expression like that before? maybe when he was close to defeating bakugou in training? you didn't realize you were smirking until the boy in front of you had to clear his throat to get your attention.
"present mic had given me the benefit of distributing the corrected papers from our most recent english exam. and I just happened to see which one of us got the upper hand this time." you continued to stare at him, shamefully in fact. as a response, you crossed your arms and leaned back.
"are you saying we're even now, mr. pres? would you like a reward for that?" you offer him a smile. your doe eyes were gone know.
"no thank you." just now the two of you notice how your classmates had gone quiet around you. you peak around iida to see mr. aizawa standing in front of the class. you clear your throat and downcast your eyes as iida turns around to confirm who was behind him.
"good morning, mr. aizawa. I apologize for the-"
"just sit down."
"yes sir." iida gives you one last look before walking to the back of the class to take his seat.
you're an asshole but I love you, and you make me so mad, I ask myself
"what do you think you're doing?" tenya freezes right before he pulls cash out of his wallet. he gives you a blank stare, signaling he's not too amused with what you're trying to do.
"paying for our meal, darling. what does it look like I'm doing?" he points out the obvious and proceeds to place cash onto the receipt for the kind waitress to take. tenya thanks her and focuses his attention back towards you. you were staring at his wallet on the table with possibly the biggest pout you have ever given him so far. he breathes out a laugh before consulting you.
"why, my love? what's wrong?" he places a hand over yours on the table and makes sure he's looking into your eyes as he addresses you. you look up to meet his gaze.
"you got the higher score yesterday, it should be me paying for you." your pout didn't fade as you spoke. all tenya could do was offer you a gentle smile and a shake of his head.
"it doesn't matter which one of us gets a higher grade when it comes to us eating out, y/n. school matters stay in school only. okay?"
"okay." you reluctantly agree. you couldn't do anything about it now anyway, he already paid.
"now, finish your dessert so we could still make it to the movie premiere you wanted to watch."
why I'm still here, or where could I go, you're the only love I've ever known
it was finally the last day of the school week. and it just so happen that you and tenya were heading out of the dorms at the same time. no one was around, leading you to let your guard down and drown yourself in conversation with him. the walk from the dorms to your classroom was a rough 5 minutes anyway. you have more than enough time before you have to do the rivals act in front of your classmates.
maybe you should have paid more attention to your surroundings, though. you were just beginning to switch to a different topic with tenya when you heard multiple gasps around you. tenya had opened the door for you, and- since when were the two of you holding hands? your eyes shifted to a flustered izuku and a grinning ochako.
you turned to look at tenya and you were more than relieved to be met with nothing but his gentle smile. you breathe out a laugh and untangle your fingers with his and walked straight to your seat, ignoring the eyes that were on you. the only pair of eyes you cared about were tenya's, after all.
but I hate you, I really hate you, so much I think it must be true love
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U + M3 = LOV3 — NISHIMURA RIKI
14┆ don’t cross this line (0.5k words)

“Hello everyone, welcome to the second semester!” Your teacher, Ms. Ju says while fixing things on her desk.
“As many of you may know, my name is Ms. Ju and I teach in the mathematics department but I’m also capable of doing chemistry.”
“Other than that, that’s all you need to know about me.” She smiles at the students in front of her and claps her hands.
“To get this out of the way, yes these will be your seats until the end of the year. Though, I am hoping there will be no need to switch people around…”
Her eyes travel across the classroom, eyeing down all the students in her classroom.
The boy beside you groans at this new learned fact as you roll your eyes. He’s being extra. It’s not like you want to sit beside him either.
“Shut up.” You mutter, gaining his attention immediately. You ignore any protests he has and pull out your belongings as Ms. Ju instructed to. Riki does the same, placing his pencil case and notebooks on his desk.
The sound of your notebooks hitting your desk causes him to slightly flinch. You are being so dramatic, and for what?
Despite the sounds, another thing Riki notices is the way the spiral of your notebooks rests on his desk too.
“Hey,” he calls over Ms. Ju’s talking. You pause for a moment, taking in a deep breath with closed eyes before looking at him with a scowl.
He takes the side of his hand and places it at the edge of your desks. Slowly, he drags it down the crevice in silence, pushing your notebook aside in the process.
You look at him with furrowed brows, wondering what his stupid act meant.
“Don’t cross this line. Stick to your side.”
You scoff at his words. They are so childish.
“Are you a child? Plus, it’s not like I want to be beside you anyways.”
“Whatever. Just stick to your side. Anything that touches my side, I’ll confiscate.”
“And do what with it?” You ask.
Riki is silent for a moment before opening his mouth to speak again.
“I’ll call it mine.”
“If it helps you sleep at night, then go ahead.”
You roll your eyes and open your notebook, discarding the memory of your previous interaction with the child beside you — Nishimura Riki.
He hasn’t changed at all. Your luck is terrible for you to run into him twice in the last two weeks.
What happened to the distance between you two for the last two years? What changed for you to be meeting each other again?
Whatever it is, you hate it. Your life only got worse when you met him again.
He’s like a pot of bad luck. Everywhere he is, you feel a bad omen.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the hand that swoops down and grabs the pen cap that slipped onto Riki’s side of your shared desks.
“Cross the line and I confiscate.” He mouths with a smug expression on his face.
You hold back a groan of frustration and sigh instead. Whatever, he’ll give it back eventually.
It doesn’t matter to you.
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Can I request a Marc Bernal fic where reader is classmates and friends with his friend and he keeps annoying him to give him her number and be his wingman and eventually he does set them up together?
Make it sassy, teasing (his friends teasing him) with a sprinkle of humour maybe a lil suggestive??
Wtv you want pookie <33
✮ Teenage Romance - Marc Bernal



marc bernal x fem!reader
sy: marc can only admire you from afar. he doesn’t carry the confidence that his friend possesses—he can use that to his advantage by grabbing your attention.
a/n: i hope it’s okay that i didn’t to the exchange numbers part because i found it really difficult to write. and for the sake of this, lamine is a windup. i hope it did it justice thank u! <33
warnings: kisses, but nah?
there it goes. another paper airplane.
as it had previously done, it shoots its way onto your desk, skimming the wooden surface right when your professor turns his attention to you.
mid sentence, a question on the tip of his tongue, was he rudely interrupted at the crafted paper on your desk.
his expression flattens. “y/n. how many times?”
the classroom falls silent; you feel the pierce of your fellow classmates eyes on you, as if watching a slow-mo distant unfold.
you bloom red, throat dry. “i—uh, sorry.”
this was the third, if not fourth, time he’d caught a paper figurine on your desk in the past fifteen minutes. his patience was running thin.
the man sighs, approaching you and scrunching it into a meaningless ball. “if that happens again ms, i’m afraid ill have you removed.”
the words sink like a stone into your stomach. the innocent and never-misbehaved-in-my-life student, now caught in the ‘act’ of misbehaving.
“is that clear?” he demands.
you gulp thickly; you can practically feel the heat radiating from your skin at this point. “yeah—yes. that’s clear.”
behind you, a familiar chorus of snickering erupts and without even sparing a glance, you know who it is. as you like to think: your school nemesis.
“d’you have some sorta fetish for planes? paper even?” lamine whispers over to you, laughing. even if the classroom is so deadly quiet, that won’t stop him.
“real funny lamine. so mature of you,” you mock laugh, lowly.
your professor resumes drawing onto the chalkboard, lecturing about some godforsaken mathematical formulas. that’s when you turn to face him.
“shame. i actually had a message for you in that one,” he leans in close. “probably would of liked it too.”
you grimace, retorting flatly. “can’t you just tell me—using your voice? you know, like a normal human being.”
“well where’s the fun in that, aguafiestas,” a fun nickname he uses for you all the time. “you’re always so scared of stepping outside the box. relax. a little warning wont kill you.”
”no but i’m going to kill you,” you half-jokingly threaten. although, for a second it doesn’t seem like the worst idea. you’re so distracted in getting caught up with the feud, you don’t even realise what he’s doing.
lamine smirks, hovering a hand over his mouth as he whistles. “sure you will. but besides, can you catch this one?”
a fifth airplane takes flight, predictably, it flies right onto your table—like this exact situation hasnt played out before—as your professor turns to face the class.
again.
though this time, your repetitive reflexes claim dominance when you shove it under the desk, before he notices. as quietly as you could, you unfold the paper and peer at the scrawled message in red ink.
labelled: “marc has a crush on you. what do you think?”
you’ve never twisted your head around so fast. “what? who’s that?”
lamine, who’s barely keeping his nonchalant act intact, points over to a guy sitting two desks infront of him. a guy you had—terribly—never acknowledged before.
messy dark curls, sharp jawline and tanned skin, a somber ring on his finger that he keeps spinning idly. he’s resting his chin on his hand, seemingly unbothered by the whole ordeal.
you’re so focused on him, so endeared by the way he seemed much unlike the revolting boys in the rest of the class, that you don’t even notice how everybody is packing up as the bell rings.
“see you later, aguafiesta,” lamine teases, swinging his bag over your head, hitting you, as pretending to put it on his shoulder.
outside, you spot your besfriend, willow, waiting for you. “hey y/n! how was class?” she says enthusiastically.
you stuff your hands into your pockets. “not that great.”
her mouth gapes open, genuinely shocked. it had to be a lie—you loved each class you attended with not once, a negative thought.
“am i hearing correctly or did you just say not that great,” willow almost hollers, pushing the canteen door wide.
“oh you heard me just fine,” you grumble as you join the queue for lunch. “i got threatened to be removed. and in other words, a warning.”
her face drops in disappointment. “what? that’s it? you had me thinking it was something serious.”
you bite back, “it is serious!”
“god don’t fret y/n,” she declares. “everyone has a first time.”
”yeah, well…” you shuffle your shoes and cross your arms. “its my first time. and i was hoping i wouldn’t be included in the abbreviation of ‘everyone’.”
“okay but how did it even happen?” she asks, stepping forward when the queue shortens.
“lamine.” you biasly deadpan. even his name makes your blood run cold. he’s not, and never will be, a friend of yours, but just an annoyingly brash teammate who made it is his daily mission to break your innocence streak.
willow suppresses a laugh, biting her tongue.
“i’m being serious willow!” you flail your arms in the air and break into an outburst, that turns a few heads. “he’s been doing this for years and im tired of it!”
“lets not make a scene,” she drops her voice into a whisper, grabbing you by the arm. “what did he do to make you receive that?”
“blaming me for the paper airplanes he kept shooting my way,” you calm down a little, but still huff agitatingly. “with insignificant messages i’m sure he wrote himself.”
“i know lamine is low but he’s not that low,” willow subsides, grabbing a tray from the rack. “but a message? what did it say?”
you take a portion of pineapple from the selection, placing it on your tray. “that apparently some guy has a crush on me.”
the way you were so incredibly unbothered by this made her head snap around so fast you feared she’d get whiplash.
“you’re kidding!” she playfully swats your arm—though it actually scorns. “who? what guy?!”
“some guy called.. marc bernal?”
ACROSS THE CAFETERIA.. marc is sat round a table with his friends, and a presumably, now, a cold and untouched meal infront of him. though his focus is elsewhere, its on you.
“hello?” pau, the dorky of the group, waves a hand in his face. “earth to marc?”
”hm?” marc quirks his head around. the three other guys sitting with him have their eyes wide, almost as if he’s just confessed to a murder.
it takes him a second to realise, but once he does—he’s all innocent. “why are you all looking at me like that for?”
hector is the first to call him out. “so are we going to ignore how you’ve zoned us all out? for the past… ten minutes?”
”you can’t help yourself can you,” lamine pats his back. “even with so many other chicks around you. your staring looking at her.”
”i wasn’t staring,” he defends. “i was observing. there’s a—”
”there’s a difference.” they all laugh, mimicking air quotes. “yeah yeah. we know. ‘there’s a difference’”
hector leans back on his chair, grinning. “but observing? there’s no man on earth that observes for that long. so just admit and say you were practically undressing her with your eyes.”
marc’s face instantly flushes red, and though he’s about to cut in and try fend himself, the three guys can’t help themselves.
“i have to say.. if i was bettin’ man,” lamine adds with a sly smirk. “id say you were visually planning on how to accidentally bump into her on the way out of here.”
”or better yet,” pau chimes in. “he’s planning on how to make himself look like an even bigger douche by coming up with a plan to get you to get her attention. do it yourself hermano.”
marc scoffs, shaking his head. “you guys are utterly ridiculous.”
“so is that a yes?” hector boasts, stretching his arms behind his head.
they all quirk their heads in union, poking him in the sides and shaking him by the arms. if anything, they could all singlehandedly out-shout the entire cafeteria.
“alright, alright i get it,” marc tries to wave them off. “you don’t have to keep making fun of me.”
pau shuffles closer to him, wrapping an arms around his broad shoulders. “aw c’mon you guys. i think it’s adorable actually.”
”you do?” marc turns to him with a genuine plead of hope.
”sure,” he nods. “adorably pedophilloic.”
the table bursts into fits of laughter, struggling to keep their mysterious personas at bay. marc reels his hoodie up to his face, to try to mask on how red he’s gotten.
ITS LATE.. past curfews, and your stood infront of your shared bathroom mirror by brushing your teeth. however, willow’s trying to discard you out of the way, in attempt to put her earrings in.
“hows it possible that you manage to use the entire mirror?” she mocks, reaching on her tiptoes for a height advantage.
you shrug, spitting the leftover toothpaste into the sink. then you swill your mouth out with water, taking a towel over your lips.
“so, who are you going out with again?” you ask. “you never really told me.”
”oh just a few friends from out of town,” she replies sweetly, now practising her poker face in the mirror.
”willow, this is super dangerous,” you try to reason, but she already shut you down the last time you said this. “what if you get caught?”
she rests her hand on your shoulder, trying to reassure you that everything was going to be fine. “y’know, after all this years, i’ve never once got caught.”
”this could be the first,” you seriously suggest.
she has nothing to say but laugh—shaking her head because you never gave up. “y/n, now i’m being serious. i’m not going to get caught.”
willow flashes you a smile, giving her hair one final fluff in the mirror before grabbing her coat from the back of the door.
you’re still frowning, arms folded as you watch her slip a bag over her shoulder like she isn’t just about to commit a major rule violation.
“don’t wait up for me,” she singsongs, reaching for the door handle.
you fake laugh. “don’t worry i won’t.”
she presses a friendly kiss onto your cheek, before slipping past the door into the dimly lit hallway. her footsteps echo out, and you can no longer hear her within two seconds.
her ability to sneak out thrice a week without repercussions was admirable, but never, would you dare to go that far. sometimes rules were safety precautions.
with a heavy sigh, you shake your head and move to perch on the end of your bed. you weren’t tired enough to be consumed by your mattress, because once you lay down it was over.
you’d never get back up.
you reach for your phone, ready to scroll yourself into distraction until there’s an unexpected knock at your door.
figuring it was just willow being unorganised, maybe leaving the key on accident—you padded along the floor to the door.
though, once you see who’s there, its not willow.
it’s marc. the guy who hadn’t left your mind for hours, and the same airplane—which had his confessions spilled—was still crammed into your back pocket, of the same jeans you were wearing then and now.
hes even more handsome than what you saw earlier, even if his expression was pulled into a confused pout. yet, nobody moves and your both frozen.
the air between you is stoic, tense and still. to say the least, you were both shocked, and maybe a little awkward as neither of you expected to greet eachother so soon.
marc’s gaze flickers to you and the room behind you, as if he’s making sure hes in the right place.
his adam’s apple bob when he swallows. “uh.. i—”
you do the same, and your head suddenly begins to throb. but someone had to say something. “marc is it? what are you doing here?”
his lips part, but no words come out at first. the spaniard swallows again, then says, “lamine told me.. me to meet him here.”
“here?” you blink, confused.
marc nods, looking more uncomfortable by the second. his hands have found a way to tug onto the thick material of his hoodie—pulling at a loose thread.
though the realisation hits you like a freight train.
why didn’t you see it sooner? willow goes missing, lamine has set his own bestfriend up and oh, you and marc happen to interact for the first time ever, now.
you sigh, leaning against the doorframe. “marc. hes lied to you.”
he frowns. “what?”
“lamine isn’t here,” you explain. “he—well—hes out somewhere.” you don’t add that hes with willow, because your still trying to wrap your head around it too.
marc runs a hand through his hair deliberately slow, and whispers underneath his breath,“of course he is.”
he looks so defeated, that you almost feel bad. i mean, you can’t just wave him goodbye and that’s that.
“you can come in if you want.” the words leave your lips before you can stop them. “if you do actually want to.”
you step aside, seeing if he wants to be welcomed in. hes hesitant at first, but it doesn’t take long before he caves in.
you shut the door behind him and he lingers in the centre of the room, like he isn’t really sure what to do with himself.
you take a seat atop your vanity, licking your lips. “so.. did lamine tell you why he wanted to meet you here?”
marc ushers a breathy laugh, but it lacks conviction. “no. i should of knew it was a setup really.” he then pauses, scratching the back of his neck. “sorry for showing up.. unannounced.”
“it’s not your fault,” you reassure, offering a small smile. “he’s like that y’know. always pulling these cruel jokes.”
”i guess,” he awkwardly chuckles, and his usual tensed physic drops in comfort.
theres a beat of silence. it’s not exactly uncomfortable, just expectant. but that’s normal—especially after having a setup so naively planned in a bid to get you to talk to one another.
marc clears his throat, making your eyes lock on him. “look i—i should probably apologise,” he exhales. “about the whole airplane thing… i didn’t actually tell him to do that.”
you tilt your head. “no?”
he shakes his head. “no i mean—i did mention that i thought you were… cute. and then lamine seized that as an opportunity to y’know, mess with me.”
then his lips press together, his voice quieter. “and you.”
you beam up at him, trying to absorb all what he just said. “cute?”
”mhm,” he admits, visibly cringing at how awkward that makes it sound out loud. it sounded better in his head though.
his eyes flicker up to meet yours for the first time, his cheeks flushed and as though he wants the ground to swallow him whole. but that one, singular, brief eye contact was all it took.
you aren’t sure who moves first.
maybe it’s him, maybe it’s you. but all you know is the limited space between you closes and his body is pressed up against yours.
your lips mould together, almost desperately, like a plea he’s silently been wishing for. it’s urgent yet possessive, like he’s wanted this forever but never had the courage to ask.
his fingers grip your waist, digging into your flesh as if he couldn’t bare anymore distance. the kiss is tentative, his lips featherlight as they blend into yours. a wave of his minty, yet warm breath fans across your face as his nose bumps yours.
when your hands crawl up to fist his hoodie, he smiles against your mouth, and that’s all the permission he needs to deepen the kiss. his lips part against yours, tongue sweeping over your bottom lip.
your hands move up to claw his hair, and he makes a sound at the touch—half sigh, half groan like he’s completely surrending at your touch.
then, just as quickly, he pulls back.
“mierda,” he breathes, his forehead still so close that it nearly brushes against yours. your hands slowly retreat from his hair, as he forces himself to stumble back.
the tips of his ears burn red, and he clears his throat, looking anywhere but you. “i’m um—sorry. i—didn’t mean to just—”
he stops himself, squeezing his eyes shut like he’s trying to gather his thoughts. then he sighs. “i should probably go. before lamine somehow finds out and never lets me live this down.”
you push yourself upright, where you previously crashed against the mirror, swinging your legs on the edge of the desk like you were taunting him.
was he really going to leave after abruptly kissing you? and then what would happen. admittedly, although you wouldn’t say it out loud, you wanted him to pick up where he left off. “if that’s really what you want.”
marc sees right through you, almost on the verge of breaking into a shy laugh. “dont look at me like that.”
”like what?” your smile grows, faking innocence.
he inhales sharply, like hes debating whether to fight this losing battle. yet, the smirk on his lips betrays him.
“you don’t make this very easy for me,” he mutters, bouncing between your eyes and your lips.
but if you wanted to, hey, he’d give it to you.
then, as if gravity made its decision, he draws back to you like he never wanted to leave in the first place.
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THE MARKETABLE CRITTERS ARE HERE!!
(Finally)
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{BorderCoily}
“Meet the overly bouncy BorderCoily,the optimistic leader of the Marketable Critters! Though his coiling abilities turns him into a bit of a show-off, he’s still a good and reliable pup whom the others depend on to keep them entertained and happy through the bad times. He’d stop at nothing to ensure the safety and happiness of those closest to him. Even if they wish harm on him.”
INFO-
PENDANT: Canadian spring leaf
SCENT: Sandalwood
OBJECT/TOY: Slinky dog
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{Catrillon}
“Catrillon is a nap time hotspot for any exhausted patron in the premise due to his melodic music that plays from his abdomen. It’s his personal duty to worry about his friends whenever their sleep schedule is destabilizing, and he swears he’ll get them back on track in a soft and gentle way.”
INFO-
PENDANT: Musical moon
SCENT: Catmint
OBJECT/TOY: Music box
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{PosyPony}
“Always down to pose for portraits or photos, PosyPony sees the beauty in all art forms, mainly illustrations. She finds there’s a great importance in being forever immortalized in a picture frame so others don’t ever forget her features. She believes it is her only purpose to appear in frame, and greatly fears being forgotten due to her bland appearance.”
INFO-
PENDANT: Yoga lotus flower
SCENT: Crayolas
OBJECT/TOY: Drawing mannequin
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{Ms. Bobhugs}
“A sweet and clingy gal, it’s Ms. Bobhugs duty to hug everyone and everything, happy or sad, living or nonliving. Friends would describe her as a treehugger, which only intensifies her wants further, as she sets off to be the world’s #1 hugger. Worryingly, it’s suspected that her clinginess are signs of touch starvation.”
INFO-
PENDANT: Heart bow
SCENT: Strawberry
OBJECT/TOY: Voice boxed Teddybear
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{Pickie Banky}
“What’s more important than unnecessary house decor and doo-dads? Living a financially balanced life, of course! Pickie Banky believes in the value of money saving, which only fuels her desire to help the others cut down their spending addictions. Friends can always count on her to keep their money secure, and their futures ensured! Her favourite meal are couch nickels.”
INFO-
PENDANT: Money symbol
SCENT: Copper
OBJECT/TOY: Piggie bank
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{Winddy Crankstotch}
“Excessively energetic to the twist of a crank, Winddy Crankstotch is the social butterfly who’s unafraid to make unnecessary commentaries at inappropriate times. Though she calms down on these erratic behaviours when winded down, she’s still overly snarky and is always down to a challenge regardless.”
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PENDANT: Crank
SCENT: Ink
OBJECT/TOY: Wind up toy
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{Calculant Tackyphant}
“Calculant Tackyphant is the precisionist of the group. Built with a voice automated tacky calculator in his stomach, he’s always quick to answer any mathematical equations handed to him. He is cocky as he is knowledgeable, as oftentimes he will jump to correct anyone who dares to get even the smallest of details wrong. It seems he despises the thought of being wrong.”
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PENDANT: Multiplication sign
SCENT: Chalk
OBJECT/TOY: Calculator
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“This is HeelyTickin, the supposed law enforcement of the group. He’s always quick to lecture others on the morally incorrect actions they choose to partake in, and won’t hesitate to put them behind bars. Though, he enjoys to participate in the risky stunts, and will join friends in sports and races, if they’re legal.”
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PENDANT: Wheel
SCENT: Gasoline
OBJECT/TOY: Pull-back Toy Car
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First Impressions - Berenice
How do you feel so far?
There's… so many… people *looks around anxiously*
Dee
Oh, I mislike people who have eyebrows lighter than their skin colour. Like you need a second look to make sure they have any at all? And they're important to keep sweat, moisture and debris out of your eyes - and to communicate with people, so it makes me think that you're trying to hide something? Well at least she has an open face, I guess! Also what would they be called if she and Deanna eventually end up together - DeeDee? [makes a face] Better than D-Squared, I suppose - that's not at all mathematically accurate…
Isla
Is this one of Layla de la Rosa's children? Sorry, I'm not like trying to be rude or anything - it just looks a lot like her. I think that would be a bit of a disadvantage for the other competitors with her mother being a romance writer and all. And with Ms de la Rosa it's clearly not a case of 'those who can't, teach' - I mean, have we seen her new husband??? Sorry, that must be rude too *ponders*
Isabella
I uh, I don't know. It's not the same person but she looks like the type of girl who would maybe invite everyone but you to their slumber party and like so obviously made sure that you knew about it - and also the type of girl who somehow gets zipzapped afterwa… uh freak static shocks, amirite? Anyway so I'm either going to dislike her because of her unfortunate association in my brain orrrr I'll overcompensate for my bias by being extra nice to her and giving her faaarrrr too much leniency aaaand therefore ending up with a perception that is totally biased anyway??? So yeah, don't come to me for an accurate take on Isabella, is what I'm trying to say - heh..
Kaye
Pointy ears! *huge grin* Ooh I wonder if this means - I 'mean', pointy ears are just ears, they don't have to mean anything - they're part of what we take meaning from. Anyway I'm not trying to be 'mean' with these buuuut it's always like 'oh give us your honest opinion Berenice - uh, but not like that.' Either people say that they want you to be honest but then you're just supposed to tell them what they want to hear - why not ask for that in the first place? Orrr they say 'I'm just being honest' when noooo - you just want to be hurtful. It's not a Simonoply 'Get Out of Jail' free card for your own personal responsibility - buh bye, forbidden word…
Nyami
Oooh, what a nautical name! I wonder if she's - well, it's important for everyone to stay hydrated, right? [nervous laughter] She seems different at least. I wonder how well she knows the local flora from Selvadorada - they would have a lot of great uses for ingredients! And actually, a tropical climate would be great for year-round…. tomatoes, it would be great for year round tomatoes. They're my favourite vegetable-which-is-also-a-fruit!
Berenice created and written by @ethicaltreatmentofcowplants
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“Mom vs. Teacher Emails” (Headcannons)
Sam x Mother Reader x Scott (Crossover AU)

★ The Unread Email Disaster
Subject: Your Son’s Incomplete Homework – Urgent
Dear Mrs. Monroe,
This is the fourth week in a row that Sam has not turned in his geometry homework. I have tried to speak with him, but he insists he is “expressing his artistic freedom by refusing to be shackled by mathematical oppression.”
I must insist he complete these assignments or face further disciplinary action.
Sincerely,
Mr. Thompson
You immediately hit reply:
Dear Mr. Thompson,
I apologize for Sam’s “artistic freedom.” I’ll make sure he completes his assignments tonight, even if I have to chain him to the dining table.
Thank you for your patience.
Best regards,
(y/n) Monroe
You call for Sam, who’s lounging in his room, sketching a dramatic skull. “Sam, when were you going to tell me you haven’t done your math homework in four weeks?”
He barely looks up. “It’s just shapes, Mom.”
“It’s geometry, and tonight, you’re going to learn to love shapes.”
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★ The Teacher’s Complaint about Scott’s Behavior
Subject: Scott’s Disruptive Behavior in Class
Dear Mrs. Monroe,
Scott has been making it difficult to maintain order in the classroom. He keeps giving other students ridiculous nicknames, such as “Sweaty Steve” and “Cranky Carly.” When asked to stop, he loudly declared, “Freedom of speech, bro!”
Please speak with him about respecting his peers.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Ms. Carter
You sigh, quickly typing a reply:
Dear Ms. Carter,
I’m so sorry. Scott seems to believe he’s a stand-up comedian trapped in high school. I will remind him that freedom of speech does not mean freedom from consequences.
Thank you for letting me know.
Best regards,
(y/n) Monroe
You call Scott into the living room. “Nicknames, really?”
“They’re funny!” Scott insists, trying not to smile.
“Not for the people you’re mocking.”
“Mom, I only do it because they laugh.”
“Who laughs?”
“…Me.”
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★ The “Creative” Excuse Incident
Subject: Sam’s Excuse Note
Dear Mrs. Monroe,
Thank you for your recent note explaining Sam’s absence. However, I must ask for clarification. His note reads:
“Sam couldn’t attend school due to an existential crisis involving his creative soul.”
Did… you actually write this?
Sincerely,
Mr. Shanahan
You immediately reply:
Dear Mr. Shanahan,
No, I did not write that. I will make sure Sam understands that I am the only one allowed to write his excuse notes.
Thank you for your patience.
Best regards,
(y/n) Monroe
“Sam!” you shout.
Sam’s head pops around the corner. “Yeah?”
“Existential crisis?”
He grins. “I thought it sounded cool.”
“I’m giving you a very real crisis when you’re grounded this weekend.”
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★ The “Too Honest” Email from Scott
Subject: Scott’s Essay Submission
Dear Mrs. Monroe,
Scott submitted his English essay with a title page that reads:
“This Essay Would Be Better If I Cared.”
While I appreciate honesty, this is not the standard I expect. Please have a conversation with him about appropriate academic language.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Higgins
You reply instantly:
Dear Mrs. Higgins,
I am so sorry. Scott has a strong sense of humor, but we’ll work on him channeling it in a way that doesn’t sabotage his grades.
Thank you for your patience.
Best regards,
(y/n) Monroe
You find Scott gaming in the living room. “Care to explain your English essay?”
“Oh, Mrs. Higgins loved it!” he says, not even looking up.
“No, she did not.”
He finally looks at you, eyes widening. “She… she didn’t?”
“Funny doesn’t count when it gets you a zero.”
“Okay, but you laughed, right?”
“…A little.”
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★ The Mysterious “Art Project”
Subject: Regarding Sam’s Art Project
Dear Mrs. Monroe,
I would like to discuss Sam’s latest art project. It is a highly detailed, horror-themed piece featuring what appears to be the school burning down while tiny, screaming teachers flee.
Could you please confirm this was an approved concept?
Sincerely,
Mrs. Fields
You reply, already feeling a headache coming:
Dear Mrs. Fields,
No, I did not approve this concept. I will discuss this with Sam immediately and ensure his future projects are… less apocalyptic.
Thank you for reaching out.
Best regards,
(y/n) Monroe
“Sam!”
He wanders in, holding a sketchbook. “Yeah?”
“Your art project is a burning school?”
“It’s a statement on the educational system suppressing creative freedom.”
“It looks like a felony waiting to happen.”
“It’s art.”
“It’s detention.”
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★ The “Please Don’t Call Home” Request
Subject: Scott’s Request to Avoid Contacting You
Dear Mrs. Monroe,
Scott approached me today, asking if I could refrain from contacting you about his recent detention for starting a “debate” during history class that led to a shouting match.
He assured me it was “educational.”
Of course, I informed him that I would be contacting you immediately.
Sincerely,
Mr. Bowers
You reply:
Dear Mr. Bowers,
Thank you for letting me know. Scott’s “debates” are usually just him wanting to argue for sport. I will speak with him tonight.
Best regards,
(y/n) Monroe
Scott doesn’t even try to lie when you confront him. “Okay, but hear me out — the debate was about the morality of pirates.”
“Why were you arguing?”
“Because she said pirates were bad. But they have their own moral code!”
“Scott, you got into a shouting match over pirates?”
“They deserve representation!”
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Ep 8
[School Bell Ringing]
Ms. Baalman: Alright class, today we're going to dive into quadratic equations. Can anyone remind me what the standard form of a quadratic equation is?
[chatter]
Ms. Baalman: Yes, that's right, we'll start by reviewing how to solve these using factoring. Remember, factoring is just one of several methods we can use.
[Lizzie is awful at math]
[door opens Caleb walks in nonchalant]
Ms. Baalman: Excuse me Mr. Idol, school isn't your personal playground, you can't just waltz in fifteen minutes late.
Lizzie: [whispering] oh god, why is he in this class?!
Caleb: It won't happen again, I'm sorry
Ms. Baalman: I sincerely hope so, for the sake of your grade
Ms. Baalman: Anyways class, half of your grade for this class will go towards your final project, which will be designing and analyzing a theme park ride.
Lizzie: [whispering] Oh, that sounds interesting
Ms. Baalman: This will be a joint effort, you will be partnering up with another student and apply mathematical concepts such as functions, geometry, and statistics to design and analyze a hypothetical theme park ride.
[another student?]
Random student: Excuse me Ms. Baalman, how will we know who our project partner is?
Ms. Baalman: Excellent question, to make this simple your partners will be the student behind you.
Lizzie: BEHIND US?
Creator note: My favorite trope you ask? Well, forced proximity ofcourse. [cackling] Short chapter but next one will be up tomorrow!
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