#How to find GPA from marks

[fatherbrat]

SESSION ONE: TOUCH & SHUSH, S. GOJO

sum. part 1 of the lessons learned series. you have a hard time concentrating during the final thirty minutes of your first tutoring session. not to worry! your new tutor knows just how to keep your attention.

feat. satoru gojo

cw. tutor!gojo, fem reader, physics/math/calculus mentions, fingering in public (the campus library), hold the moan, mdni

wc. 2.4k

You’ve been trying to beat Satoru Gojo for three years.

It started in high school, when he snuck past you on the class rankings during the first semester of your final year, stealing that valedictorian title right from under your nose. You hadn’t even known to be looking out for him. His GPA seemed to have shot up out of nowhere.

It felt like someone had knocked you off a winding staircase just as you were about to reach the top.

Even now, in your third year of university, you have yet to best him. You weren’t aware that Gojo was going to the same school as you after high school, but it felt like the universe was giving you a chance to seek a little revenge.

However, with less than four semesters until graduation, it’s looking like you’ll be second fiddle to Gojo for the rest of your life. There isn’t even a word that can convey how fucking humiliating that is for you. Your friends think it’s dramatic of you to say you’d rather die, but you’ve never been more serious about anything else in your whole life.

It’s a nearly failed physics exam that ends up being your final straw. Well, “nearly failed” is a bit of an exaggeration. You got a B. But B’s don’t beat Satoru Gojo. It’s that thought that makes you finally sign up for a one-on-one tutoring session—one of the pricier ones that all but guarantees you’ll get perfect grades for the rest of the semester.

You fidget in your seat, glancing towards the library entrance every time someone enters. The table you picked is on the second floor, tucked away in a corner with a perfect view of the double doors downstairs.

It’s not very quiet. You would have preferred a session at a time when the library was a bit more deserted, but the only appointment slots available were during peak hours. Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers.

Your fingers toy with the corners of your exam—four pages of questions and too many markings made with red ink. They freeze when a familiar somebody enters the building, his eyes scanning the first floor like he’s looking for someone.

Satoru Gojo is wearing gray sweatpants and a matching hoodie, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He tugs his wired earbuds out of his ears and pushes his sunglasses up onto his head as he stands and searches.

You sink into your seat, not wanting him to notice you. It’s bad enough you have to pay someone to help you beat him. You don’t need the added shame of your rival knowing how far you're going just to outdo him.

But it’s almost like that very movement alerts him to your presence. His head jerks up suddenly and he finds you, peering through the railing with those scary blue eyes. A crooked grin stretches across his face and he immediately rushes up the staircase, skipping steps on his way up. 

You sink further, hoping he doesn’t come straight to you. But of course, he does. 

Gojo puts his hands on the opposite end of your table, his knees hitting the modesty panel that hangs down.

“Hey you,” he says, all too familiar, acting like you’re longtime friends. “Whatcha doin’?”

You motion towards the spread of study materials on the table. “What does it look like?”

“Well, it looks like you’re just studying. But from down there–” he juts his chin in the direction of the front door downstairs–“it looked like you were waiting for someone.”

You frown, fingers pattering along the bottom of your graded exam. “I’m not waiting for anything. I’m studying.”

Gojo comes around to your side of the table and sits next to you, dumping his bag onto the surface. “You sure? I thought we had an appointment.” He holds his phone up in front of his face and squints at it. Your stomach drops. “You said you needed help in physics. Specifically…electromagnetism?” He puts his phone on the table, smiling. “Or was that not you?”

You put your head in your hands, cursing the universe for giving you the worst luck in the world. Of course, he gets assigned to be your tutor. You didn’t even know he was tutoring. 

“There’s no fucking way,” you mumble into your palms.

Gojo tilts his head and pokes your arm. “Is something wrong?”

You take in one deep breath. And then another. And then lay your hands flat on the table.

“You’re my tutor?” you ask.

“Sure am,” Gojo says, putting his arm on the back of your chair.

You groan and your phone vibrates. You’ve just unlocked your phone when Gojo plucks it out of your hands. 

“We only have an hour and a half,” he says, before his eyes catch the words on the screen and he smirks. You wince and reach across him, but those long limbs keep you at bay as he scrolls through the new messages in your group chat.

“Baddie baddie shot o’clock,” he mutters, reading the name of the group off the top of the screen.

“Give that back,” you say, smacking his arm. He just keeps reading.

You know the last few messages you sent were about him. And you know any conversation about him always ends up…kind of thirsty. (You’re not blind! He may be a pain in your ass but he’s also fine as hell.) Whatever he’s reading must be stroking his ego.

You watch him put your phone on do not disturb and then lay it down on the opposite end of the table, out of arm’s reach. When he turns to look at you he’s got his eyebrows raised.

“You and your friends are funny,” he says, obviously trying not to laugh. 

You sigh and wave your test in the air. “Just help me with this.”

Gojo shifts into teaching mode, still looking vaguely amused, but offering notes and corrections on your exam and the notes you’ve taken yourself. It surprises you how good he is at this. That air of cockiness is still there, but he’s genuinely helpful. It surprises you further when he pulls out a practice sheet.

“You’re struggling with this because you don’t have a good grasp on vector calculus,” he says, tapping on the worksheet with the end of his pen. 

You groan. He’s right, but no amount of office hours or YouTube videos have helped. This was your last hope.

But the two of you have already been at it for an hour and your focus is dwindling. Your mind wanders, wondering what your friends are talking about, what’s happening on your Twitter timeline, what you should get for dinner. Your fingers twitch and you glance at your phone, face-down on Gojo’s side of the table.

He pockets it, shaking his head a little. “Don’t tell me you're getting restless already.” He makes a big show of extending his arm so that his sleeve moves up a little, exposing his watch. “We only have half an hour left.” He pokes your temple. “You can make it.”

A heavy sigh escapes you, but you refocus on the paper in front of you. Gojo grabs one of the legs of your chair and pulls you closer to him, until your seat clangs against his and he can lean over your shoulder. 

You stare at the top of the page until your eyes unfocus. Would it be rude to end the session early? You’d hate to not get your money’s worth, but God this stuff was so mind-numbing. You look around the library, leg bouncing.

Gojo’s hand lands on your thigh and you pause.

When you glance at him he just taps the paper. “Focus. Vector fields first.”

You blink and get back to your worksheet, not moving his hand.

He starts circling his thumb on your skin. “Vector fields are just functions,” he explains, pointing at a formula written in bold at the top of the page. “Look, there’s an example.”

You scan the example graph and the explanation below it, striving to absorb the information. Gojo’s hand shifts higher, his fingers slipping just beneath the hem of your skirt. When you raise your eyebrow at him, he just stares right back.

“I read your texts,” he reminds you.

You try to recall exactly what you said in there. Something nasty about him, for sure. You eye the ceiling, trying to remember.

Gojo squeezes your leg, drawing your attention back. “I’ll give you a phone break if you can answer the first two without help.”

You yearn for your phone, so you nod and pick up your pencil.

It doesn’t take you long to finish the questions, but you think Gojo spends longer than necessary reviewing your work. 

He pulls your phone out of his pocket and you practically leap into his lap for it. 

You’re fully occupied with catching up and responding to messages until he tucks his hand into the waistband of your skirt. 

“What are you doing?” you ask, still tapping away.

You know what he’s doing. The first thing you did when you got your phone back was check which texts he read. 

you #that man just walked in

Thing 1 what if he’s ur tutor lolll

you i’ll jump off the roof rn

Thing Two shiiii he can teach ME show me how to ride that dick sir!

you ur nasty

Thing 1 you literally sent us a message abt his bulge yesterday

you … touché

Gojo hums. “You can tell me to stop.”

You don’t. You spread your knees further apart so he can have better access and do a quick sweep of the floor with your eyes. The two of you are in a corner and there’s a modesty panel on the table, but still…

“Relax,” he whispers, his lips just brushing your ear. “Nobody’s gonna see. Just act natural.”

It’s hard to “act natural” when someone’s hand is between your legs in a crowded library, but you try your best. Your phone vibrates in your hand and you resume scrolling. Gojo pinches your clit through your underwear.

You toss him a hard glare and he deliberately avoids eye contact, looking up and around and acting oblivious.

“Break time’s over,” he says suddenly, pulling your panties to the side at the same time.

“Wha-”

“Fifteen minutes left of your session,” he says, sliding one long finger inside your cunt. “Let’s make it count.”

Your brain stutters. Make what count? There’s no way he expects you to pay attention to any kind of lesson while he’s doing…that.

“You okay?” he asks, slowly dragging his finger out of your pussy only to add another one. He points at the bottom of your worksheet with his free hand. “One more of these and then we can review line integrals.”

This guy’s fucking insane.

You shift a bit, sitting up in your seat to concentrate on the task at hand. Gojo takes your phone again, but you hardly notice. 

When you complete the problem he makes a sound of approval and takes out another worksheet. “See it’s not that bad. Line integrals now.”

He points at a figure in the middle of the page as he stuffs a third finger up your already-full cunt. “Line integrals are used to calculate the work done by a force on a moving object. But if you take this curved line and-”

Everything he’s saying is going in one ear and out the other. You’re nodding along, trying to look composed and natural as he fingers you. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip and you have to resist the urge to shut your eyes.

“It’s just like line integration in scalar fields,” Gojo continues. He sounds excited. You’d like to think it’s because he really likes this advanced calculus, but it’s probably just because he can tell you’re getting close.

He presses the pad of his thumb onto your clit and a full-body shudder rolls through you. He smiles wide, still lecturing. You exhale gently, careful to not let a moan slip as you grip the edge of the table.

He stops talking in the middle of a sentence about arc length, but his fingers never slow. You watch as he checks the time and frowns. 

“Oh no,” he murmurs, sounding disappointed. He turns to face you, taking in your widened eyes and barely parted lips. “Our hour and a half is over.” He pouts. “I’ll finish up, mkay.”

He thumbs your clit again, increasing the speed of his fingers. “Here,” he says, leaning into you. “Bite my shoulder when you come. And try not to make any noise, yeah?”

He’s so conceited, you think. But before you can say something snarky, he buries his fingers knuckles-deep again, pressing them up against that spot inside you that makes you clamp down on his shoulder, tears pricking your eyes as your orgasm hits you harder than expected.

It takes all your effort to hold back your moans as you pulse around Gojo’s fingers. He chuckles a little, letting you catch your breath before he pulls his hand away. You stop biting him and slouch in your seat, reaching down to readjust your skirt and underwear in a way that’s subtle.

Gojo sucks your slick off of his hands, releasing each finger from his mouth with a pop sound. You scrunch up your nose at him, irked at the unnecessary noise. You exerted so much energy to stay silent and here he goes.

“So we’re done?” you ask, blinking away the tears that formed when you came.

“Yep,” he answers, nodding. “Just finish up those worksheets before next week and make sure you take notes in class. I’ll make sure you’re all set for midterms.” He winks.

You start to put your things away, closing your laptop and notebooks.

“By the way,” Gojo says, standing up, “this has been my favorite tutoring session I’ve done so far.”

You just roll your eyes, the smallest of smiles tugging on your lips. 

He places your phone on the table and swings his backpack over his shoulder. “And see if you can reserve one of the private study rooms for next time.”

He pins you with a knowing look before spinning around, long legs striding towards the staircase.

If you know tutoring went like this, you would have signed up sooner.

a/n. all the physics math stuff i got from the uc berkeley website and khan academy so...thanks to them lmfao. (or yk, blame them if it's wrong)

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[longlivejemily]

After Office Hours

Part 2 here

Pairing: Professor! Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Reader goes to her favorite professor hoping to find ways to improve her grade. He has some unconventional extra credit opportunities in mind...

WC: 1.3k

Warning: Student/teacher relationship, slight sub/dom dynamics, semi public sex, thigh riding, use of y/n, use of “baby’ and “little girl” plz let me know if i’m missing any!

You’re running down the hallway of the law building at your university silently begging that your professor is still there. As you approach the door, he’s exiting, keys in hand. “Wait, Professor Reid! I’m here! Don’t go!” You call out to him closing the last yards of space between you. “Miss y/l/n you’re late, office hours are over.” “No Dr. Reid you don’t understand! My statistics professor wouldn’t let us leave until we finished the lesson on probability distributions! I told him I had office hours to get to and he didn’t care. Please Dr. Reid I really need to talk to you about my grade!” He puts his hands in his pockets and sighs while gears are turning in his head. “Fine, for you I’ll make an exception.” “Thank you thank you.” You try not to read too much into his comment as he opens the door, “after you.” You don’t notice that he locks the door after following you in. 

As he sits across from you at the desk, you pull out your physical midterm paper all marked up in red ink. “I thought I grasped this concept so well! I don’t understand how I got a C-.” “Y/N, you got a stressor and trigger backward. You failed to accurately explain the concept. The points you did get were from the passion in your writing. I appreciated the way you wrote, but I couldn’t give you a higher grade. I’m sorry.” 

“Professor, I have a 3.5 GPA and I can’t have that drop, especially not from my favorite class!” He clasps his hands under his chin with his elbows below him. “Miss y/l/n, it seems you have been struggling in this class for a while now. I see how hard you work but you have narrowly maintained a B-. If this is your favorite class, why didn’t you come to office hours sooner?” “I-” Your mind is moving too fast to form an answer. You look down at the ground and can’t help but press your thighs together. You’ve only had a few moments in such close proximity to Professor Reid before, and definitely not alone. His eyes seem to darken, “Do I make you nervous?” You just press your legs further together “Umm..” “Come here.” He says in a soft yet demanding tone while scooting his chair back. When you walk over to him he gestures towards his lap. “Sit.” You comply. You put your right hand on his shoulder as his left-hand reaches around you and grips your side. He can probably hear your heart beating out of your chest.

“You know how I knew you wanted this? When I guest lectured in your physics class you were wearing sweatpants. Out of anything you could have worn, sweatpants. You tried to hide it, but I saw your eyes widen when you saw me. You never dared to be caught dead in front of me clad from one of your tiny little skirts you love wearing to my class.” He takes the hand not at your side and squeezes above your knee. “Do you wear those skirts just for me? Tell me the truth.” You turn to him but avoid eye contact. In the quietest voice you say “Yes, just for you professor.” Knowing you were coming straight to his office hours after stats, you wore one of your shortest skirts and knee-high black boots. You hoped being alone in office hours on a dark fall night he wouldn’t be able to resist you. It was worth a shot, anyway. He smirks and before he has a chance to reply you say, “Now back to my grade, is there anything I can do to improve the grade I got on my midterm? Can I resubmit it with your notes taken into account?” “I’m sorry miss y/l/n but there's nothing I can do. The university policy states that once midterm grades are locked, any work done before can not be revised. My apologies.” 

“Is there anything I can do? Any extra credit opportunities this term?  I can help you grade papers or clean your classroom! Please I’ll do anything! I need to improve my grade, please!” He just stares at you while you beg. “Anything?” He says with a devilish smirk. “Yes sir.” You say back to him, smiling and batting your eyelashes. He takes a deep breath with his eyes closed and once he opens them he locks eyes with you and says, “Ride my thigh.” “Excuse me, Doctor?” His dick jumps at the honorific. “You said you’d do anything to improve your grade. I know you heard me, ride my thigh.” You cannot believe Dr. Reid just asked you for this. Since the first day of class, he has been the sole object of your fantasies. You’ve fallen asleep many nights imagining him bending you over his desk and fucking you until you scream.

 Without a second thought, you stand up to resituate yourself on his lap, straddling his left thigh. The moment you stand up he reaches for your wrist, “What are you doing?” You smile on the inside, those four simple words have shown you he wants this as badly as you do. “Don’t worry professor, I’m just turning around, I need something to grab onto.” You say as you sink down onto him. You put both hands on either side of his shoulders and begin to rock back and forth finding your rhythm. The roughness of his khakis against your ass and your thong pushed against your clit has you stifling your moans quickly. He grabs your chin to make you look at him, “I want to hear you, baby.” You let the moans leave your lips, still mindful of volume. He puts one hand on the small of your back and the other on your hip, gently guiding you. When he touches you, you are on cloud nine. Here you are, in your professor's office after hours riding his thigh as he speaks sweet praises to you. You swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. “That’s it baby keep going.” You are eyeing the member in his pants start to grow. Every time he speaks you get closer and closer to the edge. He can tell by the way you’re speeding up. “Come for me little girl, I want to hear how good you’re feeling.” The use of little girl sends you over the edge. 

Tightly gripping his shoulders as you ride out the rest of your orgasm, leaving dents in his shoulders through his dress shirt. Once you’re done cumming, you collapse onto his chest breathing heavily. Staring down at his lap you see his dick straining against his pants, and he’s huge. He gently rubs your back as you come down from your high. He kisses your head and lifts you by your shoulders facing him. You’re staring deep into his eyes. “You did so good for me, but it's getting late, you should get home.” “Right right, sorry. I’ll head out now.” As you stand up and adjust your skirt you notice the wet spot you left on his pants.

 He sees you staring and interrupts your thoughts, “Don’t worry about it. Can I plan to see you next week at office hours?” “Yes!” You say a little too enthusiastically. “Um I mean yeah, I’ll be here.” You say in a chiller tone. “Good, I have more extra credit opportunities in mind, I hope to see you in class on Monday. Next week, come to office hours once they're done, okay? Don’t show up before 7.” “Yes Dr. Reid, I look forward to improving my grade however you see fit.” You say with a wink heading towards the door. When you go to turn the knob it's locked. You unlock it and glance back at him. He’s still staring at you with a hungry look in his eyes. You have the biggest smile on your face walking back towards your dorm, next week's office hours can’t come soon enough.

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in about 10 years! Should I turn this into a mini series? I have more ideas for how this story could go! Any feedback is greatly appreciated <3

[magical-reid]

A Little Bit of Normal

Paring: Stiles Stilinski x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.2 K

Summary: In the midst of Beacon Hills' chaos, you find solace in Stiles Stilinski's playful distractions and heartfelt words, gradually realizing that your friendship is evolving into something deeper. As he confesses his feelings for you, you both share a tender moment that marks the beginning of something real and meaningful.

It was another quiet afternoon at the library. The hum of pages turning and the faint chatter of a few students were the only sounds filling the room. You sat at your usual spot by the window, attempting to study for your next exam, but your mind kept wandering. The books in front of you blurred into a mess of letters and formulas.

You sighed and leaned back in your chair, rubbing your temples. It wasn’t that you didn’t care about your grades—it was just hard to concentrate with everything going on in Beacon Hills. Between supernatural chaos, werewolves, and endless mysteries, school was the last thing on your mind. But you couldn’t just ignore it, not when your GPA was on the line.

“Hey,” a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts. You glanced up to find Stiles Stilinski standing at the table, his trademark goofy grin plastered across his face.

“Hey, Stiles,” you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite yourself. He had that effect on you, always able to make even the most stressful days feel lighter.

��Shouldn’t you be studying?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the table.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I’m trying. It’s just... hard to focus, you know?”

Stiles gave you a sympathetic look, his expression softening. “Yeah, I get it. Believe me, I do. But I have a solution.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious. “Oh? Do you now?”

He flashed his signature mischievous grin. “Of course. It’s simple, really. All you need is a little Stiles distraction.”

You laughed. “A distraction? I’m supposed to focus on my studies, not get sidetracked by your endless supply of weirdness.”

Stiles smirked, sliding into the chair across from you. “First of all, you’re welcome. Second of all, weirdness is an understatement. And third, who says you can’t do both? You study, I distract. We’ll call it a study session.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“I’m adorable,” he corrected, leaning forward with a playful gleam in his eyes. “And I’m about to prove it.”

You couldn’t help but smile as he launched into one of his usual rambling monologues, jumping from one bizarre idea to another. He told you all about a “brilliant” theory he had about why every fast food chain’s fries tasted exactly the same and how he was convinced there was a conspiracy behind it. His enthusiasm was contagious, and before long, you found yourself laughing at his absurd theories and forgetting about the stress of school.

When he saw you laughing, Stiles seemed to glow with a certain pride, as if he had just accomplished the greatest feat. His smile softened as his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you in that little corner of the library.

“So, I have to ask,” Stiles said, his voice suddenly quieter, more serious. “Why do you always look so stressed, (Y/N)? I mean, I know Beacon Hills is... a lot, but you seem like you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders sometimes.”

You hesitated. The weight of his question hit you harder than you expected. You’d gotten used to the chaos, to the constant danger, but there was always that undercurrent of worry that never seemed to leave you. You pushed it away as best as you could, but it wasn’t always easy.

“I guess... I don’t really know how to stop worrying,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “There’s just so much going on. I have to keep everything together, and sometimes, it feels like I’m barely holding it all in.”

Stiles’ expression softened even more. He leaned in closer, his voice low and gentle. “You don’t have to hold it all in. Not with me. You know that, right?”

You looked up at him, caught off guard by the intensity in his eyes. Stiles was always the jokester, the one who made everyone laugh and took everything in stride, but in this moment, he was serious—genuine.

“I know,” you said quietly. “It’s just... I don’t want to burden anyone with my problems. Especially you.”

He reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours in a way that made your heart skip a beat. His fingers lingered for a moment, the touch warm and reassuring.

“You’re not a burden, (Y/N),” he said softly, his voice thick with sincerity. “And if you ever feel like you are, I’ll be the first one to remind you that you’re not. We’re friends, right?”

You nodded, your throat suddenly tight. You felt something stir in your chest, a warmth spreading through you as Stiles’ gaze never wavered.

“More than friends, though,” you murmured, not even realizing you’d said the words until they were out in the open. You felt your cheeks flush, but when you looked up at him, you saw the surprise in his eyes.

“You mean...?” he trailed off, his voice quieter now, almost tentative.

You swallowed, trying to steady your nerves. “Yeah. More than friends.”

There was a long beat of silence between you, a breathless pause where everything seemed to hang in the balance. You watched as Stiles’ expression shifted, the playful grin replaced with something softer, more vulnerable. He reached out and gently took your hand in his, his thumb grazing over your skin in a way that sent a flutter of nerves through you.

“I’ve been wanting to say something for a while now,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I didn’t want to mess things up. But... I really like you, (Y/N). More than I should, probably. And I’ve been kind of terrified to tell you that, because... well, it’s you. You’re amazing. And I’m just... well, me.”

You felt your heart race as his words sank in, your chest tightening with emotion. You had no idea that Stiles felt the same way, and hearing it out loud made everything seem more real, more intense.

“You’re not just you,” you whispered, squeezing his hand. “You’re Stiles. And that’s more than enough.”

He smiled then, the same goofy grin that you loved, but this time it was softer, more genuine. Slowly, almost like he was afraid you’d disappear if he moved too fast, he leaned in and kissed you. It was brief, but the moment his lips touched yours, a wave of relief washed over you. Like everything was falling into place, like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

When he pulled back, his hand still holding yours, his eyes were full of that familiar mischief, but there was something deeper there, too—something raw.

“See?” he said, teasing once more. “Told you I was the best distraction.”

You laughed, your heart still racing. “I think you might be right about that.”

Stiles grinned, leaning back in his chair, but this time, he didn’t let go of your hand. It felt different now, more intimate, and you both knew that this was the beginning of something more than just a friendship.

In the middle of all the chaos, all the supernatural madness, you had found something simple, something real. And for once, it felt like everything was going to be okay.

[detectivestucks2]

Mean, Rich, & Mine Pt.2

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Frat Boy Sukuna x F!Reader

Warnings: bullying, degrading

Summary: Your already limited luck seems to have run out now that Sukuna's your lab partner. The man doesn't understand boundaries and crosses the line. Now it's up to him to make it up to you.

Art Credit: @innaillus

Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter 1 I Chapter 3

“Well well well, guess you’re forced to unblock my number now. Aren’t you, Charity?”

You take a deep, steadying breath, coming to grips with reality. “That’s still not my name,” you grumble testily, knowing it might as well be, cause for the next 15 weeks, that’s what he’s going to call you. 

After some introductory slides about lab safety and basic equipment usage, you’re prompted to go to the back counter of the classroom and pick up the list of supplies. Just as you stand up, Sukuna decides to stand up too, brushing up against your back. Your breath hitches as you feel his pelvis rub against your rear. 

“Sorry partner,” he whispers in your ear, “I can get it this time.”

You silently nod and drop back in your stool, feeling weak in the knees till Sukuna returns, missing one of the more important items on the list. 

“You forgot the micropipets.”

“The what?”

“The micropipettes. They administer exact amounts of chemicals for mixing compounds?”

He looks at you as if you have three eyes, so you continue, “The thing she just spent ten minutes talking about?”

Still nothing.

Your hands meet the table with force as you stand up and breathe out in frustration. “It’s fine. I got it.” Yet, even as you storm away, his fingers brush your thigh and you don’t miss how the small touch makes you clench. Get it together girl.

You return with the supplies and show him how to use them, assuming he wasn’t listening at all when the TA spoke. Knowing Sukuna, he was probably plotting out his newest scheme for torturing you instead of doing the things he’s at school for. Fortunately, he catches on quick enough once you explain, but it’s becoming clear that you’re going to have to do everything this semester if you want to maintain your perfect GPA. That’s nothing new. What is new, however, is how Sukuna keeps finding new ways to reach around you and press up against your back or graze your hip. Each time your eyes close, your body reacting to him like you're a rich dessert, ready for him to devour you.

He notices it too, that smug smirk set firmly in place. You want to slap his mouth off his face but you continue to ignore and pretend, just like you always do. Sukuna is yet another version of the same old crap; just stay calm and try to get him to move forward in the assignment. It's all a game and he'll get bored eventually.

But he doesn't get bored. It goes on like this for weeks. Sukuna touching you, breathing on your neck, whispering in your ear. It’s the world’s most obvious seduction act, and you’re not going to fall for it. Even when it makes your nipples erect, and your gooseflesh rise. Sukuna loves that part. He'll intentionally brush your chest when he sees your shirt strain from your arousal.

Last semester, he thought he was bored of you, but the beginning of this semester marked a new era in this game he has with you, and this time, the game is more fun than it’s ever been. The plans he has for you never stop.

If the physical instigation wasn't enough, then there are the texts. The ‘accidental' late-night booty calls 'meant for other girls,' the unsolicited shirtless pics from when he’s going to meet you after the gym, and the random ‘how are you’ texts to make it seem like he cares. It’s a full-on assault, but still you ignore him, because you have time for none of it. 

His newest stunt is showing up at your work-study, pretending he has questions about lab.  “Sukuna, I’m working. We can talk about this any other time.”

“But you’re not doing anything.”

“I am doing something, it just doesn’t involve you, and apparently that’s a problem you’re trying to solve.”

“Damn straight.”

“Look, you can’t keep popping up at my assignments like some crazy stalker. You need to leave." He stares back at you like it's a joke. "I’m not above campus security getting involved.”

“Ha! You really think those pansy’s could cart me off?”

You look up from your seat at the business office front desk. Your gaze studies the man leaning against the oak that separates you two. He’s a wall. A seven-foot monstrosity, all muscle and height. No one’s moving him. The sigh that leaves you feels like a five-pound weight. “Why are you doing this to me? You’re going to get me fired, and then I’ll have to drop out.”

“You won’t get fired. Who else is going to do these crappy assignments for free?”

“Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Go away, Sukuna.”

“Fine. I’ll go see if Shenice wants to help me. I'm sure she'd jump at the chance for a little alone time to study and then some.”

“Yes, you go do that.” you say, burying your face in your hands as he lingers, pretending to leave you alone. 

You force yourself to not care about the photos of the lingerie he ‘meant to send to Shenice.' You force yourself to ignore how he’s always touching you. You force yourself to pretend you’re not thinking about him when you’re alone at work. This full-on physiological warfare is draining you, but you know you’re not going to crack. You quite literally can't.

Somehow you survive five weeks of this crap but now it’s time for midterms and you have a lab report to do together. This assignment can’t be completed in class and needs to be done during your independent time. You close your textbook at the end of lab that Monday and ask Sukuna if he can meet you in the library on Thursday to write the paper.

“No can do, Charity. I have obligations for the fraternity.”

“Stop calling me that.” He just grins back at you “Whatever, what day works for you then?”

“I can still do Thursday, miss work-study, but it’s gonna have to be back at the house cause we got a major party coming up. The guys need to be able to come to me with questions and I need to be able to speak with the vendors.”

“I’d really prefer doing it at the library with no interruptions.”

“And I’d prefer the comfort of my own home.”

“Please don’t make me go back there…” you say defeated and embarrassed.

“Ah! The real reason reveals itself. You scared?”

“It doesn’t matter, the library is still the better choice.”

“Sorry, Charity, I’m gonna have to take a hard pass on this one.”

Exhausted you let out a deep exhale. You do a lot of that these days. “Fine, we’ll meet at your place. Doesn’t make sense, but, when have you?”

He continues grinning, those menacing pearly whites creating the false impression that this guy could possibly be innocent. We all know he’s not; he’s the manipulator-in-chief and you’re his faithful punching bag.

Deep breaths. Deep, deep breaths.

You’re back at the frat mansion from hell when you knock on the door. Some man almost as tall as Sukuna answers. His hair is long and pulled back in a half-up bun. “Hey, it’s you again.”

“Hey.” you answer sheepishly, remembering how he grabbed your breast last time you were here. “Is Sukuna home?”

“Right, the lab paper. He’s upstairs. His room is at the end of the hall to the left.”

“Thanks”

You shuffle past him, making sure not to so much as brush against his baggy sweatpants. You want there to be no mistake about your reason for being here. There better be no funny business this time either, or you might sock these men in the nuts. 

You walk through the kitchen and living room and past the parlor with the stripper pole still at it’s center. A few of the guys smirk at you while carrying cases of beer through the house. Their gaze makes your skin crawl, especially as you near the front of the house, entering the foyer and approaching the base of a grand staircase. 

Of course this place has some kind of movie-magic staircase designed for watching debutantes descend in ballgowns as their prince awaits at the bottom holding a rose. Only here, these same stairs are probably used for sex, or mattress surfing, or some other kind of dumb pastime.

Another deep breath before you ascend, marching up towards Sukuna. It feels dirty, walking to the upstairs of a fraternity house. You never thought you’d be headed towards the bedroom of some frat brother, but here you are, walking straight into the lion's den.

Each step towards Sukuna’s room fills you with dread, like you’re going to get chlamydia just from touching the door knob, but you focus on the task at hand. I’m just here for a project. It’s fine. Just here for school…

You do as the other guy said and head to the end of the hall and knock on the last door to the left. “Sukuna?”

“Come in.”

There better not be chlamydia on this.

You twist the handle and step in, wiping your hands on your shorts as soon as possible, getting rid of the cooties. “Hey”

“Hey!” His smile is big, too big. Why does he look so happy to see you? Probably cause he got you to come back after the shit he pulled last time. 

“So, where should we do this?”

He pats the bed next to him and you return with a look of annoyance.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Cause I’m not getting into bed with you!”

“What? You want to move to the desk? I mean, I'm fine sharing a chair if you want to write our report in my lap.”

You growl in frustration as you flop down on his bed. “Fine, have it your way.” Aggressively you pull out your laptop and open it once it’s resting on  your thighs. “How are we splitting this up? You wanna take a few sections and I take the rest? You wanna both write the thing together? You design the experiments while I report the findings? How do you wanna do it?”

“How about this?” he shifts his weight towards you, his palm rubbing circles over your back, making the hairs on your neck stand on end from his touch. “You write the entire thing, and I,” Sukuna yanks you so that you're straddling his lap, facing him, “will let you sleep with me.” His face is close, dangerously close. Even a millimeter off and you'd already be kissing. That's when your eyes fall to his lips as you feel his bulging, hardened pelvis beneath your center. You tense against it, aroused by the very man you hate. You want him; your stupid hypothalamus wants him.

Then it clicks. He thinks you’re some desperate girl who’d be so grateful that a guy like him would even consider sleeping with you, that you’d be happy to do all the work alone. That's the kind of man he is. One who only thinks highly of himself while he looks down on others.

After the small hitch of your breath at the feel of him between your legs, you catch yourself. Your eyes flick back on his, those dark red contacts staring back at you like some supernatural villain. “Fuck you!” you say with a shove.

“Exactly. I’ll fuck you, princess, and then let you handle the paper for us both.”

“Is this why you insisted I come here?! Cause you were planning on bribing me with sex?!”

“No, I actually need to be here. We’re having a major fundraising party this weekend. Gotta pull out all the stops, which means coordinating with vendors. Having a secluded spot to pound into you was just a bonus," he winks. "Don’t pretend you don’t want it, Charity, I can feel how bad you're clenching right now.”

“How about this, asshole, I write the entire thing, and you never speak to me again.”

“No need to get upset, C.”

“That’s not my name! You know what? Fuck off Sukuna! I’m done.” you clammer off Sukuna’s bed, snatching your discarded laptop and stuffing it into your bag. Sukuna opens his mouth but you shout before he can say a thing. “Don’t! I don’t want to hear another word out of your slime ball mouth again... ever!”

Sukuna, who was full of confidence moments ago, has an unreadable expression on his face now. Shock maybe? He really thought he was gonna sleep with you. However, you don't get to find out cause there is a knock at the door as you’re about to leave, “Is everything okay in there?”

You swing open the door in a rage, fire practically shooting out of your pupils, “Just peachy!” You shout, looking between this guy with long blue hair and Sukuna. Then you shoulder check him on your way out, hearing his laughter while you're sprinting down the stairs. Running, for the second time, out of this damned house while crying at the hands of Sukuna. 

The next day is Friday, and your lab with Sukuna is first thing. The one person you do not want to see right now is about to be breathing down your neck for the next two hours. Your insides retch at the thought. So, in a defensive move to avoid him as much as possible, you sneak into the room just before the bell rings. Quickly, you glide over to your seat next to Sukuna, who’s sitting there looking annoyed. 

“Where’ve you been? I was waiting on you.”

“Last I checked, it wasn’t a crime to use the bathroom before class.” you whisper back angrily.

“I got here early today.”

“Whoopty-fuckin- doo”

“Hey, watch your language. I was here to talk.”

“As I recall, I specifically asked you not to do that if you want me to write our paper.”

“Look, I feel bad about yesterday.”

“Still talking…” you warn, frustrated that he’s not allowing you to listen to today’s lab prompt, which is supposed to tie into the paper you're arguing over.

“Can you just listen?”

“No, I’m done listening to you. Now stop talking to me if you want to pass this class. I’m not above intentionally failing us.”

“You wouldn’t do that. You’re only able to afford this place cause you’re ‘really good at school.’”

“Exactly. My GPA can afford to take the hit. Can’t say the same about yours. You’re one bad class away from being a drop out.”

“You checked my GPA?”

“I work for the school, remember? I have access to everyone’s records cause of my work-study.”

“And you looked me up.” he grins, like it’s a compliment but then his face drops to a serious expression when you turn away again. “So you hate me that much that you’d really try to get me kicked out of Calvary?”

“You’re the one who let their GPA nose dive, I’d just be the final push.”

“Wow, that’d be a pretty ballsy threat if you could bring yourself to look me in the eye just once. But, no, you’ve been staring at the table every time you face me. You scared of me or something?”

Your mouth sets into a firm line before you finally raise your eyes to meet his. “I’m not scared of you. I never have been.”

That’s when he sees it; your face is puffy, especially around the eyes. Ones that are tired and bloodshot. Didn’t you say you were in the bathroom before class? Fuck, you’ve been crying, and he can see on your face that you know he realizes it. Then something uncomfortable tightens in his chest. He gets this weird pain he’s never felt before. Sure, he felt bad after you left last night, cause you’ve actually been a pretty good lab partner, but this feels different. “Have you been crying?” The words come out hoarse. His voice, strange to him. He knows the answer; he just wants you to admit it.

You snap your face forward again, gaze trained on your notebook. Then Sukuna’s hand brushes yours, “Charity, I-” but your sudden movements cut him off. You quietly close your notebook and slip it into your backpack. As soon as you turn to get out of your stool, Sukuna’s arm lunges out and grabs your wrist. “Please don’t leave.”

“Let. go.” you warn.

His hand squeezes tighter.

“You’re hurting me. Let go.”

“Stay.”

“I’m not your dog. You can’t order me around.” your voice waivers. You’re on the brink of tears again and you don’t want to do it in front of the entire class.

“I’m not letting you leave till you hear me out.”

Tears start slipping past the rims of your eyes and streak down to the tip of your nose. They drip onto the black lab table, leaving noticeable wet spots. Sukuna releases your arm, and you immediately walk out the back of the classroom, the TA not even blinking at your sudden departure. Sukuna’s stool scrapes against the floor behind you as you speed out of the room, hiding your face till you’re alone in the hall, where you break into an all-out run. 

“Wait!” His voice calls after you.

“Leave me alone!” you shout, not bothering to look back, but the pounding of feet against the tile floor is soon followed by two large hands spinning you around, forcing you to look up at your least favorite person in the world. Eyes red and damp, the tears freely fall out of them. Your lip trembles, and you just don’t understand why he’s doing this to you. How sick does someone have to be to get off on doing this to another person? He holds you firmly in place, searching for the words.

“Just… just- I’m sorry. Okay, Charity. I’m fucking sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry. There, I said it.”

“Oh, you’re sorry. Now it’s all better.” you bite back bitterly. “I’m a person, you know. Just cause I didn’t grow up with money doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. What’s so hard about understanding that? What, you suddenly feel bad cause you realize I have emotions? Or because you want me to save your grade?”

“It has nothing to do with that. It’s just, our parents pay a lot of money for us to go here and it rubs us the wrong way that you’re here on a hand out. Like we’re paying for your free ride.”

“Free ride- the fuck? If anything I’m the only one here who’s not on a hand out! I earned my way into this place. I worked hard so I could get my scholarships. I work a part time job and all my work-study jobs, and I’m still on the Dean’s list! I don’t have parents to fall back on if this falls through. Just myself! You’ll never know what that’s like! There’s a difference between something being given to you and earning it yourself. As someone who never earned a damned thing in his life, you wouldn’t know!”

He stands there, speechless, while you pull heavy breaths in through your nose. Did you really just yell at him? Sukuna’s never been put in his place before, and for once, he cares about your words. He respects them even.

“I guess… I guess I never really thought about it that way before.”

“Why would you? You don’t think about anyone other than yourself.” your voice treacherously cracks from emotion.

“What if I try to make it up to you?”

“And how is the mighty Ryomen Sukuna going to make it up to his poor, pathetic lab partner?”

There’s a glint in his eyes when you say his full name, quickly followed by cool, calculated confidence. “You don’t have connections like the rest of us, right? What if I can change that? What if I invite you to our party this weekend? It’s invite-only and not your average fundraiser. It’s still a house party, but with alumni and recent graduates. Everyone attending has some kind of pull in their field. Cozy up to any of them and you’ll have a job lined up by the time you graduate.”

Your skin starts to feel tight as your tears dry and the salt sinks into your cheeks. “You’re serious? Sukuna if I find out you’re fucking with me-”

“I’m dead serious.” he cuts in.

“What if they won't talk to me? The people here take one look at me and know I don’t belong. My appearance screams poor.”

“Fine.” Sukuna starts digging in his back pocket, “Need a weekend sugar daddy? I’ll give you my card. Go pick out something nice today, and wear it tomorrow.” He slides out the piece of plastic and shoves it in your hand. “Go on a shopping spree for all I care. Just make sure you have something short, a little slutty, but expensive for tomorrow night. Heels are a must.”

You hold the black card between your fingers at a loss. “Why would you do this?”

“Cause I don’t wanna flunk out.”

“Right. That was a dumb question.”

“Also…” you look back up at him, “I do actually feel bad. I was being a dick and I got kinda carried away.”

You press your lips together into a line. “Yeah.”

“So, we good?”

“I guess.”

“Okay then. I’ll text you some brands to buy. Things that say old money. Come to my place early tomorrow and I’ll coach you on how to act and who to talk to.” Your eyes start to mist up again. “Please don’t cry. It does something weird to me, and I’d rather you not.”

“Don’t grow soft on me, now.” you say with a light shove, “You’re still an asshole.”

“Better." he grins, "I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m gonna go back to class and bum some notes off one of my friends for us.”

“Thanks. I’m gonna go pretend I’m a rich butt munch.”

Sukuna smiles at you. Not one of those smiles that says he has an agenda, but a real one. There’s something friendly behind those crimson contacts for once, and it makes your stomach jump to see him looking at you that way. Like a person, a peer he actually recognizes.

Wow, he really set the bar on the floor. 

He heads back while you turn and head to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face. You don’t want to show up to some fancy shoppe with puffy eyes; you’ll already be out of place as it is. After finishing, you're reaching for a towel to dry your soggy mug, when your phone dings with a list of brands, items, boutiques, and general instructions for tomorrow about how to look rich. Your eyes scan the lengthy text in disbelief. If this is a prank, then he's putting a lot of effort into it.

Well, this time if he’s fucking with me, at least I’m getting a boatload of expensive shit out of it.

With renewed resolve, you head to your car and plug in the first boutique's address to your GPS. Within 20 minutes, you’re parked at some shoppe with a golden door and crown-molded ceilings. Your Honda looking extremely out of place among the Maseratis.

Masterlist I Chapter 1 I Chapter 3

[starwovenkiss]

(minor smut / suggestive content)

Frat boys, Soap and Gaz, who take an interest in the pretty TA for their econ 101 class.

The one that shows up with sweaters and jeans and glasses while marking through their tests with red pens and frustrated sighs.

Showing up to you after one class one day with mischevious grins in their matching fraternity t-shirts.

“Bonnie, y’gotta convince the professor to bump me up to an A,” Johnny pauses at this. “Or at least a C.”

You roll your eyes. “Johnny, you spelled your own name wrong on your last test.” He at least has the decency to look ashamed at this.

“What Soap is tryna say,” Kyle cuts in, smooth as ever. He really shouldn’t be here, making A's on every exam this semester, except that he’s been caught cheating and has been placed on academic probation. “is that we really think we could benefit from some tutoring. We do so much better with 1-on-1 attention.”

Both he and Johnny tilt their faces into something pouting and begging, and you want to laugh. Throw the scantrons you're grading at their muscled chests and storm out of here for wasting your time.

“Yeah, 1-on-1 would be great,” Johnny echoes, and you nearly scream.

Dealing with late nights in the library where they're more interested in getting you to go out with them then learning the diffrence between macro and microeconomics.

"So the difference between absolute advantage and -" You tense as Kyle tugs lightly on your ponytail.

"Darling, why don't you ever come to one of our parties?"

“We’re having one this Friday.” Johnny suggests, and you wonder if a part of their stupid initiation is to learn how to complete each other’s sentences like some sort of greek Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. "It’s not really my vibe,” you say, hoping that will be enough to get back to learning what GDP stands for (and not ‘great dick’n’pussy’ like Johnny suggested.)

“Aw, that’s because you’ve never been, bonnie.” Johnny fights back, and Kyle nods eagerly. “Tau Mu is everyone’s vibe.”

And to your horror, they break out into song, singing about the fraternity’s history and legacy. Your eye twitches, and you grip onto your pencil tighter to keep from sticking it in their throats.

”How about this,” you say loudly enough to cut over their caterwauling, and they smile. “if you both get an A on this next test, I will go to your party.”

They both have cheshire grins.

“Deal.” Kyle winks.

Them coming up to you on Thursday looking proud as ever when they have Canvas pulled up on their phones to show off their matching 100s.

“You guys must have cheated,” you say, dumbfounded.

“We would never.” Kyle proclaims, affronted and mocking. “’Sides, even if we did, you have no way to prove it.”

“This whole conversation incriminates you.” you say.

“Incriminates? We’re not under trial here.” Kyle laughs.

"No cheating.” Johnny promises. “It must’ve been thanks to your impressive tutelage.”

“Johnny, spell tutelage.” You deadpan.

There’s a pause. “… That doesn’t matter. We’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiles brightly.

“Make sure to wear red.” Kyle adds on before they both walk out of the classroom.

You showing up to their party, looking like you don’t want to be there and definitely not in red, only to find out it’s a stoplight party, and red screams that you’re taken.

Both of them in their element, shirtless and streaked in red black light paint, as they jump around and body surf in neon sunglasses before seeing you disappointed.

“Bonnie, why aren’t you wearing red?” Johnny asks.

"Johnny, I’m not seeing anyone.”

“So, what do you call all of those late nights in the library?” Kyle asks, putting an arm around you as he leads you to get jungle juice.

“Tutoring. To help get both your GPAs above a 2.5,” You reply.

“Sounds like foreplay to me.” Johnny smiles down at you while wrapping an arm around your waist, and suddenly you feel flustered by the two attractive men who seem enamored with you.

You pick up a solo cup as a distraction and notice that it has “You’re Hell” written on it. “Who wrote this? There’s a typo.”

They both groan, “We were trying to be clever.” Johnny replies.

“You need to relax, darling. Can’t be good for you to be so uptight all the time.” Kyle responds moving to rub your shoulders.

“Yeah, Gaz.” Johnny smiles at him, and suddenly you feel like you’ve walked into some trap. “Relaxing would be good for the lass.”

Finding yourself upstairs in a private bedroom, naked, sprawled out in Kyle’s lap as he holds your legs open for Johnny to examine you.

“Think it’s time we teach her a thing or two, right, Soap?” Kyle whispers, voice low like honey in your ear and you shiver.

“See how well we can make the teacher’s pet behave.” Johnny responds as he grins like the devil, breath tickling your fluttering cunt.

“Bet she’s never had this pretty pussy licked before.” Kyle snickers, and you finally feel the need to speak up.

“Yes, I have. I’m not a prude.” You whine, and you feel like the pastel pink underwear with a tiny bow that Johnny has stuffed in his pocket isn’t doing you any favors.

“Aye, well. Not like this.” Johnny replies before licking into you like a man starved.

[itficlibrary]

Hello everyone!!! As you probably know, our Valentines event was the first ever event the library has held, and we were ecstatic at the amount of participation! So many lovely creators came together to make beautiful works!

Below you can find links to all of the submissions from our lovely participants! Please make sure to show them some love! 

Motion Sickness by tozierlvr (@tozierlvr)

And accompanying art by @striderepiphany here!

It was utterly pathetic to still be in love with your college boyfriend after five years. Unsurprisingly, this was the situation Richie Tozier found himself face to face with on Valentine's Day 2007.

In collaboration with & art by missydogblog (striderepiphany on tumblr)

Prompt: exes to lovers

Killer Clowns from Outer Space! by searcher_of_amroth (@spagedster)

And accompanying art by @bikebian here!

Chance leads librarian Mike Hanlon and author Bill Denbrough to a circus tent in the Barrens. What they find inside is, in fact, carnival-themed, but it's also from space. And it wants to kill them.

Inspired heavily by the movie Killer Klowns from Outer Space Written for itficlibrary's valentines event with the prompt: Bill/Mike | Comedy | Accidental Kiss

I Give My Heart by ithoughtghostsjustfloatedaway (@ithoughtghostsjustfloatedaway)

And accompanying art by heartons!

With additional accompanying art by coloringthebanner!

That’s right, folks. Edith Francis Kaspbrak was now Edith Francis Tozier-Kaspbrak. And that was something she was sure she wouldn’t get over until the day she died. (And probably after that.)

A FemReddie Honeymoon Drabble.

Open, blink, shatter by moichi and nonbinary (@clownbrainrot and @oshaskell)

"Richie," Eddie pants. "How many more times?"

Three doors stand in front of them. The tunnel's shaking.

What’s your choice?

—

Or, in the depths of Derry during their confrontation against It, Richie and Eddie arrive at three doors. Again, and again, and again.

maybe i’ll never treat you right by himsical_hoe and thewayilovetheocean (@himsey and @derrypubliclibrary)

"Ever since she was young, Beverly has had a… strained relationship with soulmates. The whole point of them. ...Of course, she has her mark too. An envelope, sealed with a heart, right on her collarbone. She knows that, logically, according to anyone ever, there’s going to be someone that shares that. She knows that that “Someone” is going to be the “Someone” that she’s supposed to fall in love with."

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"Ben has always loved the idea of soulmates. As far back as he can remember, he’d been fascinated at the thought of it – that someone somewhere out there was destined to love him, so fiercely and unconditionally that they’d see him one day and just know. Know that he was the One. ... Then he meets a girl named Beverly, and thinks, maybe."

or- our fic for the itficlibrary valentines event!!! our prompt was benverly & soulmates & highschool au !!

like you a latte by trashmouthuris and tree_chime (@billcarden and @tree-chime)

it's almost valentine's day, and richie is dead set on getting the cute regular at the coffee shop to be his valentine.

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For the It Fic Library's Valentines Collab 2025.

Prompt: Reddie / fluff / coffee shop

Shock me with your electric feel by soultragedy (@soultragedy)

And accompanying art by @maridle!  

Eddie Kaspbrak has always had two great loves: robotics and Richie Tozier. With a 3.7 GPA, Eddie is determined to get into MIT’s competitive robotics program, but when his guidance counselor suggests it might not be enough, his world starts to crumble.

Blue Cardinals by Asexual_Asshat and tallula03 (@asexualasshat and @alicetallula)

And accompanying art by @alicetallula here!

As the new girl at school, Patty knew her prom probably wouldn't be anything special. She had no idea it would this completely terrible.

*****

“Are you okay?” A man’s voice came from the gym door, around ten feet from her. Her breath hitched and she jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Created for the It Fic Library Valentines 2025 Event

allergy season by fredastaire (@it2017)

And accompanying art by clownmovieyaoi here!

A fifteen-year-old Richie Tozier receives his first valentine; a bouquet of flowers, signed his secret admirer. He's ecstatic, overjoyed, happier than a three-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.

There's just one issue.

He's really, really allergic to pollen.

Thank you so much to everyone who participated!!!

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

I wanna know ur HCs for Mod AU jayvik 💕

OOOO this is an interesting one because I usually don't indulge in most modern aus of anything, but I shall try.

ask me about arcane!

Both are graduate students at the academy. Both double-majored in Engineering for undergrad, but Jayce's is Mechanical and Electrical, and Viktor's is Mechanical and Chemical. They are in graduate school for Mechanical Engineering, though. Over-achievers, they are. The school is equivalent to MIT. Or is MIT, technically, if you want to make it USA-centered.

They met in a Thermodynamics class (yes, i had to look up types of classes for this lmao) and became fast friends because everyone else around them was extremely obnoxious and very annoying. They started dating two semesters before Viktor graduated, three before Jayce graduated.

For a few semesters, everyone thought they would be rivals, because they were always trading spots in GPA rankings and scores. Everyone thought the tension they were catching was academic hatred, until a library assistant caught them making out in a study room, and then everyone in the engineering school collectively went "ohhhhh"

Both are at the academy on scholarship, Jayce has a few for welding competitions and even some money from art competitions, and Viktor's schooling is being paid for from essays and whatever grants he can get his hands on. Both are determined to have very little student loans. Viktor is also a graduate assistant to the dean of engineering (similar to canon) which pays for his portion of housing (with Jayce).

Jayce has been offered spots on sports teams all the time. He does not know how to explain he has the coordination of a baby deer on ice. He likes to work out, but it's mostly for long days in the labs and blacksmithing he does, which is something he likes to be traditional for. His excuse is that his schooling and work take up too much time for sports.

Viktor is also an international student, having transferred from his home-country university his sophomore year. He and Jayce (who moved to the city when he was 15 from out of the country) related on this very fast.

Sky, Mel and Elora are all apart of the international student club with Viktor. They are all besties. Caitlyn and Vi are Jayce's friends from home (Caitlyn is his "cousin" and he teases Vi, the GF, all the time) and Catvi are undergrad students. All of them like to meet at the "secret" coffeeshop on campus (aka the one people can never find, because it's in the back of an office building).

Jayce and Viktor organized a sit-in when the campus president and campus board (not Dean of Engineering Heimerdinger) routed money from programs that helped campus-accessibility for students with disabilities to a new stadium. It lasted twenty days, five members quit the board, and the money was routed back to fixing elevators, automatic doors, and providing more covered benches.

Jayce was student-class president his junior year, but stopped working on the student council when it took too much time away from Viktor and his friends. Viktor is thankful for it. (Jayce also ran away screaming from the guys trying to get him to rush for frats).

Both want to start their own company when they graduate, focusing on public health and progress, with things like air and water purifiers, teaming up with medical companies for robotic prosthetics, lung + heart mechanical help.

Viktor got sick the winter between his graduation and what was supposed to be the start of grad school. He was diagnosed with severe acute asthma, pneumonia, but just barely avoided a COPD diagnosis with treatment. He was in the hospital for a month and a half, now takes breathing treatments a few days a week, and goes to doctor appointments once a month.

Jayce was so worried, he almost had to delay his own graduation. Viktor managed to convince him to get it together in time to pass with good marks and keep his spot in his grad cohort, while Viktor had to delay his grad school start by a semester, rather than in the spring like he planned. This is why they are in the same cohort, because Viktor had to start later than planned. (Jayce secretly likes that they have all their classes together, even if he's sad for the reason why).

im sure ill have more at some point, bc it is a little interesting!

[jaeminvore]

trying to get out of being tutored by nerd mark! who's also a virgin and a pervert by distracting him. sliding your hand up his thigh, grazing his growing bulge with your knuckles before squeezing it. over the few sessions you have noticed how his eyes would lock on your cleavage and your exposed thighs.

ruining and teasing a pathetic loser + getting out of studying. it's a win for you.

I CANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD USE MY OWN MAN AGAINST ME (do it again 😋) | MDNI ‼️

Stupid.

You’ve been called many names in your life, but stupid was what takes the cake. It’s a constant reminder to your otherwise abysmal GPA and it’s truly a miracle the school hasn’t come to a decision to kick you out yet. Then again, your professors were always so nice and so understanding that they were willing to give you a chance.

Which was why they had you stuck with a tutor.

There wasn’t much to say about Mark, aside from the fact that he was cuter than most of the guys collectively falling at your feet. A little awkward at times, sure, and you weren't too concerned by staring problem he seemed to have.

At least when it came to you.

See, being known as the naive one had a number of perks. People had this tendency to believe that you were unassuming, that not even a singular thought was present in that pretty little head of yours. You still had eyes. You could be observant when you wanted to be and man was Mark shit at being subtle.

You saw the way he looked at you, how his eyes would trail lower and lower; how they would linger a second too long when you wore something on the more revealing side.

Getting looks like that was the norm for you (negative attention was still attention!), but the fact that Mark had never attempted on doing anything beyond ogling, not even once, had piqued your interest.

Mark had you to himself on more than one occasion. Just him, you and the much needed study materials in the four walls of his bedroom. Just what’s taking him so long? You were quite literally there for the taking, but you figured there was a reason for his hesitance.

You quickly come to find out that Mark Lee was a virgin after goading him one too many times which explained how skittish he was around you.

Obviously, you weren’t going to get anything out of him from that alone, so you had take matters in your own hands.

And it was ridiculously easy to get Mark where you wanted him to be. All you had to do was arrive all dolled up—kind of in a literal sense too, if the way Mark’s eyes almost popped out of their eye-sockets at the sight of your babydoll dress was anything to go by.

“You’re not as subtle as you think, Markie.” You could hear Mark’s breath hitch right when you rested your hand on his thigh. “You want me.”

Mark really tried his very best to defend himself with a series of stuttered out apologies at such a fast rate. It was kind of cute, you thought, that he still had room to be rather chivalrous when his thoughts were (most likely) anything but.

Needless to say, you were very impressed at what Mark was hiding underneath those grey sweatpants of his. The rather daunting bulge desperately pushing against the soft material of his sweats already gave away just what was waiting for you and you wasted no time getting on your knees; clawing at his pants to set free Mark’s pressing problem.

The litany of pleasured noises that spilled from your tutor was enough to get you going. Mark was at your mercy and watching him fall apart underneath the softness of your hands paired with the wet warmth of your mouth urged you to do more, just to see what it would take for him to snap.

“It’s such a pity that you’ve got such a big dick and you don’t know how to use it,” the humiliation spread like wildfire underneath Mark’s skin, flames licking up his edges, much like how you were kitten-licking the length of his hard and dripping cock. He’s hot all over and he fears he might implode on himself before he could even stuff you full. “but that’s okay.”

“I can teach you. You’d want that—“ Mark cried out when you squeezed him tightly around the base “—don’t you?”

“Yes,” Mark sobbed which promptly transitioned into long, drawn-out moan once you went in and swallowed around his cock in one go. “God—yes. Please.”

[myheadsgonenumb]

Brit picking tip (I think) #7 for those trying to write Hogwarts authentically (links to other tips here) - this is about ways the British system differs from the American one (as I understand it).

First up - you don't graduate from high school in Britain. You just leave. Percy and Oliver are the only named characters we see actually finish their seventh year at Hogwarts. They take their NEWTS, exams finish, and a while later they get on the train and go home. This is true in real life as well -students go on something called "study leave" when their exams start (exam season is May-June), which means they only have to be in school when they are actually sitting an exam and the rest of the time they can be at home studying. After their final exam, they don't return to school . Exams finish in June and schools break up for the summer in July, so fifth and seventh years just get extra long summer holidays.

Students don't even find out how they have done in their exams until a couple of months later. "Results day" is in August.

There are no big graduation ceremonies (not least because we don't know who has actually passed and who hasn't), no gowns, no guest speakers and no valedictorians.

Hogwarts reflects real life closely, in this respect - with the external exams being fifth and seventh year, with them just going home as normal afterwards and with Harry not getting his OWL results until he is at the Weasley's in HBP, and so fanfics that want to portray Hogwarts as accurately as possible should do the same. A big graduation ceremony is as obvious and misplaced an Americanism as waffles for breakfast.

Secondly, circling back to the no valedictorian thing, students are not measured against each other and there is no GPA. The grades a student is getting in one subject has no bearing on their grade in another class and they are not combined.

Because our qualification system is based on two sets of external exams (GCSE and A Level in England Wales and NI, the OWL and NEWT muggle equivalent) the work done during lessons, and tests taken throughout the year don't count towards a final grade. It all rests on the exam in the summer.

Therefore, although the grades you receive throughout school gives you an indication of how well you can expect to do in your exams, they don't actually count towards anything. Therefore there isn't a system of having "top of the class" and ranking everyone against each other. In a test someone can get the highest mark, but that isn't meaningful and is subject to change with the very next test.

And, as I said, each subject is kept totally separate from the other. Failing in history doesn't prevent you from getting the highest score possible in maths, and it won't pull your maths grade down. It is possible (perhaps even normal) to pass some subjects and fail others - just like Harry got an O in DADA but flunked Divination and History of Magic.

Harry sat 9 OWLs and passed 7 of them. That means he has 7 OWLs. The score in one does not impact on his score in another in any way.

And, because we don't have a GPA system, we also don't have a system where you have to maintain certain grades in order to be able to play on school teams or participate in other extra curricular aspects of school life.

Which leads me to my third difference: sports in schools. I know there are Americans who are shocked by the way Quidditch is so casually cancelled in second and fourth year, because High School sports are a big deal in the US and a lot of the athletes are relying on sports scholarships to go to college. Cancelling football or basketball for the year would impact their entire future.

This is not the case in the UK. High school sports are not a big deal (in fact they are a far bigger deal in HP than they are in reality) and athletes don't get sports scholarships to college. Being on a school team is a pretty minor extra curricular activity, no one but the team would notice fixtures getting cancelled (and even the team wouldn't be that bothered) and cancellation would not prevent anyone from getting scouted and going to university.

Therefore, contrary to what Oliver Wood claims, you can in fact cancel Quidditch pretty easily and with no repercussions.

Cancelling the exams at the end of CoS, though... that would have ruined the prospects of all fifth and seventh years in that academic year. So don't do a Dumbledore and cancel exams on a whim unless you specify you just mean the internal ones.

Hope this helps ❤ 🇬🇧

[duexnuts]

mark my words | megumi x reader ⋆˙⟡

probably ooc, not proof read

ch 1: the interview | masterlist! | next ch.

you just graduated from a no-name university and have had trouble getting a stable job for… 2? years. don’t worry, your family has been there to help you while you’ve been working at wendy’s. it’s not enough to move you out of the house but enough to help your family get by. it’s not like you haven’t tried getting a job, but the sheer amount of interviews you have failed has probably set a record at this point. 

alas, you have another interview scheduled today at jujutsu tech. it’s no google, but as long as you get a somewhat decent job, your family (and you) will be happy. probably. 

“hi, i’m here for an interview with megumi fushiguro? i’m y/n l/n.” 

the lobby secretary looks you up and down.

“sorry. the positions been filled.”

what..? “what do you mean the positions has been filled? i just saw someone exit from an interview.”

you didn’t see anyone exit. you lied. 

“first of all, i would know if someone just got out of an interview. i am here all day. and second, sorry! mr. fushiguro said he already found someone… more capable.” 

“no please, just give me a chance. let me up there,” you plead. 

you need this so bad. no more flipping burgers or putting fries in the bag, please. 

“ma’am, i’m going to have to ask you to leave or i’ll have to call security.”

fuck. 

you leave, wanting to save the little bit of dignity you have left. 

you hop on a bus to go home. another failed interview..? you couldn’t even get in this time. maybe you just got the wrong degree— maybe you should listen to your sister and just become a teacher. a comp sci teacher, or maybe an art teacher. you haven’t decided yet. or what if you start a crypto scam? that could work, and it’s close enough to something in the tech field so that you can just lie to your dad and say you’re in the field. 

google: how to create my own cryptocurrency 

nevermind. that’s way too much work. 

hopping off the bus, you begin walking home. damn, if your high school bullies saw you now, they would really see that you hit a new low– and in high school, you t-posed. 

you unlock the door and call out, “i’m home!”

your dad greets you first, “welcome home, sweetheart! how did it go? did you get the job?”

sigh. “they didn’t even let me interview this time. but don’t worry! i’m sure that i can just apply to a different company.” 

he pats you on the back and replies, “it’s their loss, sweetheart. you’ll knock them out next time,” while handing you an apple slice. 

“i just don’t understand what i am doing wrong. i got a 3.84 gpa, i have so much experience from my internships during college, and i am an excellent interviewee... i think.” 

“all of the assistants you have NEVER hired never help you in any way, megumi,” gojo scolds, “why dont you find someone… actually capable? someone with a good resume.” 

“because, i don’t need an assistant.”

“look, i gave you this position because you are good at your job, but look at yourself, megumi.”

gojo points around the room, where to-go boxes and crushed cans of red-bull are scattered around.

gojo continues to speak, “you need help with your job. it’s okay to ask for help. these bimbo assistants you find just want other things. i actually saw a really nice girl earlier get denied for an interview.”

gojo throws y/n’s resume down on the table, “please, just consider it.” 

a/n: my first work uploaded to tumblr ! its def a bit hard to get used to this app (i accidentally made the entire fic a tag on accident.) but like FREEDOM TO THE PEOPLE! I WILL GET THROUGH THIS AND LEARN HOW TO USE TUMBLR!

[wnbawag]

Shit, That's Breanna Stewart Part 3

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x reader

Summary: While at UConn, senior physics major reader is required to take an extra class to complete her 'society' core requirement. When she picks 'Sports in Society', the last thing she expects to see on her first day is her basketball crush as her TA.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 575

Note: This is a blurb I had thought of awhile ago that I will be attempting to turn into a series. Not proof read - lemme know if you find any mistakes!

My Masterlist

Series Masterlist

But, an hour later, Ava’s words were still echoing in your head.

The skirt taunted you from your bed.

Fuck it.

Won’t hurt anyone to try and get Breanna’s attention.

This was probably a bad idea.

You had decided to listen to Ava and try your best to get Breanna’s attention. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? 

That’s how you found yourself walking, no, strutting, into Breanna’s lecture hall for the next class. Scanning the classroom, you were a bit disappointed to see Breanna talking with another student who was sitting in the front.

Having let Ava dress you this morning, you were outfitted in your usual ‘going-out’ fit. Aka a tight, low cut shirt with that one push-up bra that all the girls liked, that one short skirt that, let’s be real, barely covered your ass, and a pair of heels just tall enough to make your ass pop.

Feeling a little silly, you made your way up the lecture hall stairs to the seat you had claimed at the first lecture. However, your lack of attention on Breanna meant you missed a crucial detail.

Her eyes glued to you.

—

While you felt silly after class, feeling like Breanna had gone out of her way to avoid looking at you, you vowed that no matter what it took, you would get that girl’s attention.

—

This led to a pattern, you toed the line of barely-appropriate/definitely inappropriate outfits, each time you showed up to class with more and more skin showing.

You swore that Breanna wouldn’t even look at you during class.

Breanna, however, spent the majority of the class trying to keep her place in her lecture while definitely not checking out your tits.

After half a semester of showing up to class like you were ready to go clubbing, you decided it was time to take more extreme measures.

You started to stop by Breanna’s desk after each class.

Where did you find this confidence? Honestly, you had no idea.

Before leaving each class, you thanked Breanna for the lecture in the lowest, sultriest voice you could manage, softly brushing her arm with your hand as you left the lecture hall.

Even though this action was purely selfish, getting to be in the basketball star’s space and even touching her skin, you never stuck around to see the hunger painted across Breanna’s face as she watched you go.

— 

This seemed like the perfect plan, that is, until the midterm landed on your desk. As a 3.8 GPA student, you had no worries about the exam.

Even though you hadn’t heard a word Breanna said the entire semester.

Still, you would be fine.

Right?

Wrong.

Your heart dropped as Breanna placed the exam packet in front of you. You were so taken aback you didn’t even notice the glance she sent your way before moving on to the next student.

13/100.

WHAT?

There was no way, this is an elective, a sports elective! There was no way you just failed your midterm.

For the first time in your academic career, the first page of your exam was covered in red ink. The 13/100 glared at you from the page, almost like it was telling you to get your shit together. As if in a daze, you flipped through the exam packet, each page was more marked than the previous.

You couldn’t believe this.

The shock was so strong that you almost didn’t comprehend the writing on the last page of the exam.

This Friday, room 2037 - my office, 5pm, we need to discuss your exam.

…

Well, shit.

[menacinmasochist]

DL Characters as College Majors/Life after highschool/Adulting experiences: 

Shu: Did not attend college, and will not. Somehow he was able to find a super boss lady girlfriend who literally takes care of him and doesnt want him working or going anywhere. Shu thinks that he's the one running things in the relationship and she will make him think that but she's pulling all the strings in the background. The only thing she wants Shu to do is take care of their dog and cat, which Shu gladly does, he is much better at taking care of animals than he ever was at taking care of other people. Smokes a lot of weed when his girlfriend isn't home, she keeps him at peace and without her he starts panicking. 

Reiji: He graduated highschool a year earlier than most, and is in his third year of pre-medical school, he successfully got his associates degree in Biology. He's also engaged to someone he doesnt even know but he has no choice but to obey his father's wishes. Doesnt go to any college parties and is not friends with anyone, however he does ass kiss the professors so that he would be able to score a good internship and letters of rec for Medical school. A few ladies in his classes think he is very attractive but he is uninterested in them and is loyal to his betrothed, having no idea what she even looks like is crazy but good for him I guess. 

Ayato: The life of the party, Literally he only went to college for the parties, his GPA was really low but he got money so he's able to pay of course. Joined a whole frat, is a huge frat bro and his major is finance. Which is crazy cause he sucks at math and anything pertaining to numbers.  He always makes class groupchats in order to get the answers for assignments and exams, thats how he's managing to get by all his classes. He's gotten roofied at a party before and is super careful with his drinks now as well as keeping a lookout for other people. He always tries to get his brothers to attend his frat parties, Laito does and once Subaru went, instantly regretted it cause Ayato made him jug like 20 beer cans back to back. He also has a huge crush on Yui but never invites her to the parties because he's scared something bad can happen to her there since there were many cases. 

Kanato: A well known art and design major, as well as minoring in historical fashions. Kanato has a huge passion for designing clothes and he was so happy he got accepted into a university that allowed him to use his creativity. He takes a lot of art related classes, his favorite is sculpting because it allows him to create sculptures out of wax, and he even got an award and his own exhibit on campus, yes he's that good. He's a part of a very quiet friend group of artists who silently create their mark on the school, the whole group is 5 girls and Kanato, crazy thing is Kanato managed to have sex with each one of them and theyre all aware as well but the convinced them in was to further their artistic view on bodies. He has a side hustle where he sells handmade bags and clothing, he's been doing very good to the point he can own his own boutique. 

Laito: He loves a good party and tries his best to attend all of Ayato's frat parties, but he does not go to college, instead he takes online courses on how to be a "health" guru, (sex guru). He's been doing good though, he's also a part-time massager for women only, he literally harassing them but they do not mind. He's also in a throuple relationship and a step father currently, but he has 3 kids from his previous relationships, yes Laito has 3 baby mamas and he's also  very active on social media trying to be a trendy influencer. He's also been in therapy for his mental health issues and past traumas, its been helping him. he tries to convince his brothers to come with him but they refuse, he never gives up. He really wants that family group therapy. 

Subaru: College did not spark his interest at all, despite the fact that he pretty much would be able to get a scholarship or be a pro-athlete. Subaru started to do boxing as a career choice, going into professional fights and winning every fight he has ever been in. His fighting name is the White Tiger. He loves to workout, and keeps a very healthy lifestyle so that one time he did go to that annoying frat party it completely messed up his flow it took him a few weeks to recover. Before he was fighting he tried using steroids to get ripped but stopped after he started feeling like shit. He has a girlfriend, and they have been together for YEARS! She's pregnant too and they have a cat together as well, they live in a nice condo and iconically he drives a subaru. 

Ruki: He's in culinary school. Honestly, he can cook very well. even Gordon Ramsey was impressed. He goes abroad quite often for competitions and for learning more about cultural dishes. He's managing an online business where he sells these goodie snacks and its international as well, Kou being famous helps promote his snack brand even more. Ruki also got married around his 3rd year in culinary school to the head chef, she literally fell in love with his cooking, however they keep their relationship a secret for obvious reasons, she's his teacher technically. He always brings his brothers back souvenirs from everywhere he goes, his favorite places so far were New York and Las Vegas, the food impressed him very much. 

Kou: He's been famous, and now he's evenm more famous thanks to Tiktok and instagram. He has a whole PR team as well and is often also traveling between Japan, California, New York, and Paris. He has a lot of modelling and brand deals as well, he's currently working on a cologne line and perfume line for women as well as male skin care. Kou has a lot of groupies and he almost married one but she was crazy and still stalks him. He has a lot of scandals as well. His nudes were leaked and a tape as well going viral on twitter and discord. He has collabed with a lot of famous singers and tiktokers. He is thinking of getting into acting if the scandals die down. 

 

Yuma: Works in the agriculture industry, but he’s not a farmer or gardener, he inspects gardens for a living and if they’re bad he will tell them how to improve it, he also works closely with importation of certain fruits and veggies. Nothing gets past Yuma, he has a big house with an even bigger garden and green house as well, he’s also gay and still big in love with Shu but respects his relationship they hang out sometimes. He’s currently working on a product to remove pesticides without harming the human body or altering the fruit/veggie. He’s been to a few gay clubs, and had some fun but likes to keep his life private and isn’t interested in a relationship right now.

Azusa: He met a very good person who was working as a therapist and she ended up becoming his girlfriend, he was never her patient but she was def helping him without even him realizing it, he's focusing on his mental health mainly and he's gotten a bunch of tattoos to cover up all his scars. He also works from home and is currently writing a book about his life, specifically the peak of his low, which was when he met his brothers in the orphanage. He has a pet kitten and he actually has 3 kids with his soon to be wife, he's also been getting into drawing and wants to illustrate children's books, and do a side hustle of tattooing. 

Carla: Works in the police force, he spends most of his time with the international forces and monitors media, he’s also working for disease control he used to be a detective however he shot someone innocent and couldn’t work the ranks anymore so he just works in internal affairs, he had a whole political campaign at one point but some women came forward with allegations against him some were true, some just hate him so they lied, safe to say he’s not getting into power any time soon, his daughter is his rock but he’s on the verge of a divorce. (I don’t like Carla)

Shin: He went to college to become a zoologist, but decided to get into the fur pelts industry instead, he works closely with fashion designers and certain colder countries , he’s been getting great trade, he also almost had a near death experience with a wolf so he no longer wants to be around animals. He practices not showering for months. (Yea I don’t like Shin)

Kino: (I def don’t like Kino) He works at a game stop.

Yui: this precious Angel Yui, goes to college for religious studies, she makes cute rosaries for all her fellow church group members/friends and they pray together, she wants to become an abbess very badly and is trying her very best in all of her classes, she does a lot of charity and fun raisers too, putting her cooking and baking skills to use, she had a crush on Ayato they shared the same pre req class but once he started partying and stuff she grew super distant from him, but still says hi to him when they see each other on campus.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi so I’m an incoming freshman I have autism and ADHD I was wondering do you have any tips for high school specifically for people with autism and ADHD like me? Thank you for your time!!

Hi there,

It’s been out of school since 2015, so I’m rusty with tips. However I did find one article listing 12 tips that might help:

1. You don’t need ONE study space.

A well-stocked desk in a quiet place at home is key, but sometimes you need variety. Coffee shops, libraries, parks, or even just moving to the kitchen table will give you a change of scenery which can prompt your brain to retain information better.

2. Track more than HW in your school planner.

Keeping a calendar helps you plan ahead—but you’ve got more going on than just homework assignments! Make sure you’re marking your extracurricular, work, and social commitments, too. (Tests, band practice, away games, SAT dates, half-days and holidays are just a few examples of reminders for your planner.)

3. Start small.

If you’ve got a big assignment looming, like a research paper, stay motivated by completing a piece of the project every few days. Write one paragraph each night. Or, do 5 algebra problems from your problem set at a time, and then take a break.

4. School supplies (alone) don’t make you organized.

Come up with a system and keep to it. Do you keep one big binder for all your classes with color-coded tabs? Or do you prefer to keep separate notebooks and a folder for handouts? Keep the system simple—if it’s too fancy or complicated, you are less likely to keep it up everyday.

5. Get into a routine.

When will you make the time to do your homework every day? Find the time of day that works best for you (this can change day-to-day, depending on your schedule!), and make a plan to hit the books.

6. Learn how to create a distraction-free zone.

A study on workplace distractions found that it takes workers an average of 25 minutes to return to what they were working on pre-interruption. Try turning off your phone notifications or blocking Twitter (temporarily) on your computer so you can concentrate on the homework tasks at hand.

7. Get real.

When you’re looking at the homework you have to get done tonight, be realistic about how long things actually take. Gauging that reading a history chapter will take an hour and writing a response will take another 30 minutes will help you plan how you spend your time.

8. Use class time wisely.

Is your teacher finished lecturing, but you still have 10 minutes of class left? Get a jump on your chemistry homework while it’s still fresh in your mind. Or use the time to ask your teacher about concepts that were fuzzy the first time.

9. Look over your notes each night to make sure you've got it.

Fill in details, edit the parts that don’t make sense, and star or highlight the bits of information that you know are most important. Interacting with your notes will help you remember them. You can also use Homework Help to get your questions answered 24/7.

10. Study a little every day.

Cramming Spanish vocabulary for a quiz might work in the short-term, but when comes time to study for midterms, you’ll be back at square 1. You might remember the vocab list long enough to ace the quiz, but reviewing the terms later will help you store them for the long haul.

11. Don’t let a bad grade keep you down.

A rough start to the semester doesn’t have to sink your GPA. Take proactive steps by checking your grades regularly online and getting a tutor if you need one.

12. Make a friend in every class.

Find a few people you can contact from each of your classes if you have a homework question or had to miss class (and do the same for them!).  Then when it comes time to study for exams, you'll already have a study group.

The article will be below:

I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[eliteprepsat]

Nowadays, the internet is woven into the fabric of our lives. While there are any number of reasons why we may connect to the world wide web, how often do we use this vast resource specifically for inspiration and education? It’s easy to hop on social media and seek out instant gratification, but what about nourishing your intellect and spirit? Fortunately, there are plenty of opportunities to do so, and in this article we’ll focus on TED Talks designed with students in mind. If you’ve never heard of TED Talks, they are speeches under 18 minutes long defined as one of two things:

Something that’s new and surprising; an idea or invention that your audience has never heard about.

A great basic idea (that your audience has maybe already heard) with a compelling new argument behind it that challenges beliefs and perspectives.

These are great videos to check out at any time of day, perhaps first thing in the morning or when you have a 15-20 minute break. No matter when you watch, I highly recommend the following seven TED Talks that cover a variety of topics that students will find relevant and thought-provoking.

1. WHAT YOUR GRADES REALLY MEAN

We begin with a TED Talk by Eva Ren, who delivered this talk when she was a high school senior. In a hyper-competitive society in which everyone is striving to achieve the best marks, Ren offers insight on why grades aren’t as indicative of success as is commonly thought. Whether you are stressing over your grades or have a perfect GPA, this talk should resonate and give you perspective on your unique role within the learning process. 

2. GRIT: THE POWER OF PASSION AND PERSEVERANCE

We tend to think that IQ and talent determine an individual’s success, but Angela Lee Duckworth, Professor of Psychology at the University of Pennsylvania, explains the science behind what it actually takes to reach success in this quick, yet effective TED Talk. Exploring a relatively unstudied phenomenon, Duckworth makes the case for shifting our perspectives of what it takes to be successful and how we can better prepare students for their own future success. At under six minutes, this talk may be one of the shortest, but it packs 

3. THE SECRET TO STUDENT SUCCESS

Building on the concept of grit, Arel Moodie delivers an intensely personal TED Talk that reveals his own struggles as a student, from elementary school through college. The peaks and valleys that characterize any meaningful journey are on full display as Moodie grapples with the realities of growing up in a tough New York neighborhood. Many of the elements in his story will be familiar to students, but he ultimately ties in the lessons learned into a broader message that should be received by all.

4. THE POWER OF BELIEVING THAT YOU CAN IMPROVE

The previous two TED Talks both incorporate the primary theme of this talk: growth mindset. Carol Dweck, Professor of Psychology at Stanford University, discusses the science behind motivation and reward to explain how all students are capable of improving their abilities. She mentions studies conducted on the brain to support her message while also rooting the science in real-life scenarios to show how students can be helped in practical ways. As one of the pioneering researchers in the field of motivation, Dweck ensures listeners that the power to improve lies within us all.

5. INSIDE THE MIND OF A MASTER PROCRASTINATOR

Procrastination. It has a tendency to get the best of us all. Easy to slip into and difficult to escape, procrastination can derail your greatest intentions. In this TED Talk, Harvard graduate Tim Urban shares an entertaining and insightful take on procrastination and how it can affect even the most well-meaning among us. He introduces a familiar (and hilarious) cast of characters to help frame why we procrastinate and what can be done to procrastinate less. There’s something here for everyone. 

6. THE POWER OF INTROVERTS

Extroverts are all around us. We see them; we hear them; we easily recognize them. There seems to be an emphasis on extroversion in modern society, but what role does introversion have to offer? In this TED Talk, Susan Cain offers a poignant perspective on the power of the inner self. She traces how we have reached a point in today’s culture in which extroversion seems to have more value than introversion and offers historical and personal examples to show why we should strive for more balance between the two.

7. EVERYDAY LEADERSHIP

Our final TED Talk deals with the power of connection and how it relates to a type of leadership we all possess but may not acknowledge. Drew Dudley uses an entertaining extended anecdote to introduce the concept of Lollipop Moments, a straightforward and easily applicable technique that can be used to change the world. His story will evoke many laughs, but the overall message contains a dynamic approach to how we understand leadership and the effects it can have on the people around us.

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The ‘Ethereal’ Game Save Challenge!!

This challenge is based on my 5 year running gave save over on youtube! Here i’ll log every generation to help me self reboot my save file and to act as something interesting for you guys to play along with <3

each bullet point will mark one thing that MUST be completed to finish the generation!!

GEN ONE (Love)

• Have a spouse be unfaithful

• Have ATLEAST two spouses

• Complete the lawyer career

• Become an Immortal Spellcaster

• Have ATLEST 5 children

• Complete the Big Happy Family Aspiration

• Remarry your FIRST spouse before he dies

Jade was a happy woman until one day an evil being kidnapped her from her family, once she managed she escape she realised she wasn’t as missed as she hoped. It wasn’t until she left her husband that she grew to realise she had became immortal, after years of building a family she notices she will never be as happy as she was before

GEN TWO (Affection)

• Have a teenage pregnancy

• Move out before young adulthood

• Have a bad relationship with your father

• Have ATLEAST 5 unsuccessful relationships

• Begin the Politics Career but DO NOT complete it

• Never stick to one Aspiration

• Have one child later in life to become GEN 3

• Only marry as an elder

After being abandoned by her father Alyssa grew very unstable connections with commitment, relationship after relationship she grew to realise that she needed something to commit too for good. However after years of hard work she lost the poll to become president.. but not everything is bad when her career caused her to meet her true soulmate

GEN THREE (Growth)

• Have a bad relationship with your mother but still have a soft spot for her

• Run away as a teenager

• Buy your own place with very little money

• Stay in one relationship from your childhood

• Build your house into a home

• Have ONLY one pregnancy

• Change your aspiration halfway through life, but only complete your final one

• Use methods to make money that do not include a career

• Rekindle the relationship with your mother later in life

• Raise your grandchild as an elder

Hope was never happy at home, she made the decision to run away after she got into a very bad crowd. She later realised how unhappy her partner was and decided to change her life, building a home, a family and a future

GEN FOUR (Dedication)

• Dedicate your life to completing the career your grandmother couldn’t

• Have a very strong relationship with your entire family that slowly decays

• Complete University with a GPA HIGHER than an A-

• Enter the politics career AND COMPLETE IT becoming president

• Marry in the white house

• Only have ONE Child

With a strong relationship with her family, Riley heard the story of her grandmother failing to complete her life goals, on her death bed she promised to do what her nana couldn’t. She dedicated her life one career path and failed to maintain everything else. Losing her relationship with her parents and neglecting her daughter Riley finally becomes President

GEN FIVE (Power)

• Move back in with your mother after the death of your father

• Find out your spellcaster routes

• Complete the spell book

• Never enter career

• Have one child but strip them of all magic

After moving back in with her mother Laelynn finds a letter in the post inviting her to attend the academy of young witches, after growing her power much faster than the other girls she watches her queen witch’s health slowly decay. When her queen does some investigating Laelynn finds out she is the granddaughter of a full blooded angel and later grows to become Queen of all Witches

GEN SIX (Family)

• Move out as a young adult

• Move into an abandoned building

• Make money any way you can but never enter a career

• Only have children when you have stable income

• Marry your baby father but later divorce and NEVER enter another relationship

• Have an excellent relationship with any child you have

After losing her power Aroura wanted a fresh start at life, she decided she didn’t want help from her family and wanted to earn everything she owned, she built her own home and created a very loving environment for her children.

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2023 Year in Review

Books by GPA

The Perfect Mile - 3.47

Huey Long - 3.33

California Burning - 3.13

Pale Horse Rider - 3.07

The WEIRDest People in the World - 3.00

Beaverland - 2.53

Fight Like Hell - 2.33

The Gray Lady Winked - 2.13

Andy's Top Three

The Perfect Mile

Pale Horse Rider

Huey Long

Gabe's Top Three

The Perfect Mile

Huey Long

The WEIRDest People on Earth

Jachles's Top Three

California Burning

Pale Horse Rider

Huey Long

Paul's Top Three

Huey Long

The Perfect Mile

Pale Horse Rider

Tommy's Top Three

The Perfect Mile

The WEIRDest People on Earth

California Burning

Non Book Club Books and Articles We Enjoyed in 2023

Andy:

You're Not Listening by Kate Murphy

Finding Ultra by Rich Roll

Attention Span by Gloria Mark

The Self-Driven Child by William Stixrud and Ned Johnson

Gabe:

The Last Action Heroes by Nick de Semlyen

Billionaire Wilderness by Justin Farrell

Labyrinth of Ice by Buddy Levy

Jachles:

Did Demolition Man Predict the Millenial? by Kabir Chibber from The New York Times

Paul:

Stay True by Hua Hsu

How to Read Nancy by Mark Newgarden and Paul Karasik

Wail: The Life of Bud Powell by Peter Pullman

The Number Ones by Tom Breihan

Left Back by Diane Ravitch

Other Minds by Peter Godfrey-Smith

The Garden State Parkway's Jon Bon Jovi Rest Stop is Playing Fast and Loose With Famous Quotes by Dan McQuade from Defector

Tommy:

Helgoland by Carlo Rovelli

Scarcity Brain by Michael Easter

We're all Stochastic Parrots by Goutham Kurra

Why AI Will Save the World by Marc Andreesen

A Pointed Angle by Meera Subramanian from Orion Magazine