#Quadratic formula over everything >>>>>>>>>>

[caffeiiine]

I love math but I hate tests why cant i just learn math without tests ☹️

[rottenpumpkin13]

SAGZC are taking a math test. What happens then?

The SOLDIERs + Cloud Take A Math Test - Who's Doing What

• Angeal came prepared because he had been studying for days. He's confident in his abilities and is ready to ace this test!

• Genesis sits beside Angeal because he plans to cheat.

Zack: Alright! Let's do this! *opens the math test* WHY ARE THERE LETTERS? WHAT THE FUCK?

• Sephiroth isn't worried at all. The equations are simple enough, and certainly less difficult than the ones Hojo had him master at age 7.

• Cloud doesn't expect to get a good grade. He's never been great at math, so all he hopes for is a peaceful exam and to hopefully not get a 0.

• Zack is crying, the tears are smudging the ink on his test, making him cry harder.

• Zack's crying is disturbing Angeal, who's already stressed as shit because the equations are much harder than he expected. His eyes are wide and bloodshot as he stares at his test, rocking back and forth, gripping his pencil so hard it's bending.

Angeal: No....this can't be....I studied so hard....

• Angeal's mental breakdown is disrupting Genesis' cheating, so he whips around and tells Zack to quit sobbing.

Genesis: SHUT UP. YES, MATH HAS X'S AND Y'S.

Zack: But why are they jumbled up???

Genesis: That's a MATRIX.

Zack: WHAT DOES KEANU REEVES HAVE TO DO WITH THIS?

Sephiroth: Why are we talking about Director Reeve right now?

Genesis: Oh my god.

• Sephiroth has never done an easier test. He's effortlessly flying through the equations, humming happily as he solves them. Angeal is enraged.

Sephiroth, while doing the test: What a tedious test. I had been hoping for something more challenging to keep me busy. At this rate, I'll be done in 5 minutes.

Angeal: Hey, Sephiroth?

Sephiroth: Yes?

Angeal: No one gives a shit.

Sephiroth: .....

• Angeal watching Sephiroth's happiness is beneficial for Genesis, who is leaning over and avidly copying everything from Angeal's test.

• Cloud saw his first fraction and gave up. He's now doodling on the back of his test page.

• Zack is having a mental breakdown.

Zack: WHAT'S A QUADRATIC FORMULA? WHEN AM I GOING TO USE THIS IN MY DAILY LIFE??

• Cloud takes out crayons and is now coloring in his drawing.

• Sephiroth loudly proclaims he's finished. Angeal removes his boot and throws it at him.

• Cloud takes out some glitter glue and is peacefully decorating his drawing.

Zack: WHAT'S PI? I DON'T SEE PIE ON THIS TEST. IF I SAW PIE, I WOULDN'T BE CRYING.

• Sephiroth and Angeal are arguing loudly.

Sephiroth: How is it my fault you came unprepared for the exam?

Angeal: You rubbing it in my face is throwing me off! I can't even concentrate on my equations!

Sephiroth: I regret to inform you that from my vantage point I have a clear view of you solving every single equation wrong.

Genesis: SON OF A BITCH I TOLD YOU TO STUDY!

• Genesis gets up, grabs his chair and attacks Angeal with it. Angeal realizes Genesis had been cheating the whole time and is enraged. The two are now fighting.

• Cloud is now coloring in his drawing with scented markers!

• Sephiroth hears a noise and turns around to see Zack choking on his own test, that he shoved into his mouth.

• Sephiroth dives back and starts performing the heimlich maneuver on Zack.

• Angeal is attempting to murder Genesis.

• Cloud is humming Stamp's theme song as he colors his doodle.

• Lazard walks into the room and sees what's going on.

Lazard: Oh my god. Seriously!? Unacceptable. You all fail! Cloud, your exemplary behavior has earned you full marks on this test.

Cloud: Nice!

Angeal: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

• Zack is still choking.

[cigarettesaftersae]

02 i'll like you - My World

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating

new year, new classes, and reo mikage, a disgrace to your pride and ego

masterlist

The air was still, save for the faint wisp of a breeze that whispered through the schoolyard. A quiet hum of chatter filled the space as you stood there, unnoticed by the others.

“Nagi Seishiro? Oh, you mean that kid with the white hair?”

“The one who’s always sleeping?”

“Yeah. I heard he just games all the time. Kinda a bum, don’t you think?”

Their words floated around you, but your mind raced faster than you could process. You stood frozen, the sting of their judgment hitting harder than expected. Images swirled in your mind, fragments of thoughts and feelings painting a confusing picture.

“…Y/N? Don’t tell me you zoned out again?”

“H-huh? No, no! I didn’t!” you stammered, trying to collect yourself. “I just… didn’t expect him. So, what do you like about him?”

The question slipped out before you could stop it, but deep down, you already knew the answer wasn’t going to be easy to hear. Your heart clenched, the faint ache of something unspoken making it hard to breathe.

“Well…” Yuna began, her cheeks flushing with a rosy hue. “I was at the convenience store, and, um, I didn’t bring enough money. He just paid for my things. He was so nice and generous. I know everyone thinks he’s lazy, but… it’s like love at first sight.”

Your stomach sank, but you pushed it aside. Smiling brightly, you grabbed Yuna’s hand in encouragement. “That’s… That’s wonderful, Yuna!”

“R-really?” she asked, her own smile widening.

“Of course!” you assured her.

Yuna’s excitement only grew. “Well, in that case… do you like anyone? Come on, there has to be someone!”

You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “Pfft, as if. I don’t like anyone.”

“Oh, I know that look,” Yuna teased, her curiosity piqued. “Tell us!”

Mira joined in, grinning slyly. “Come on, spill it!”

Cornered, you blurted out, “Uh… um, it’s Reo Mikage! You know, purple hair, charming…?” He is not charming at all.

Mira raised an eyebrow. “The Mikage kid, huh? Not a bad pick, but, uh, you do realize every girl is after him, right? And Naomi? She’s all over him.”

“Haha… yeah,” you laughed awkwardly, hoping the topic would drop quickly. But the weight of the situation pressed heavily on your chest.

Back in class, you barely paid attention as the teacher droned on. You twirled a pen between your fingers, staring at nothing, stressed about everything—Nagi, Yuna. It was all too much.

“Psst.” A folded note slid onto your desk. Opening it, you read the bold, red-inked scrawl: Y/N, I NEED YOUR HELP!!! – YUNA :P

Suppressing a laugh, you glanced up to see Yuna giving you her best pleading expression. The amusement didn’t last.

“Is something funny, Y/N?” the teacher’s voice cut through the air. You jumped. “Maybe you’d like to share with the class?”

“Uh—no, sir. Nothing’s funny.”

“Then you must be paying excellent attention. What’s the formula for this problem right here?”

Panic rose. You didn’t recognize it—despite studying all night. Just as you were about to crumble, a voice chimed in.

“It’s the quadratic formula: ax² + bx + c = 0.”

You turned to see none other than Reo Mikage, his smug expression making your blood boil.

“Thank you, Y/N,” the teacher said sarcastically, emphasizing your name in a way that only made you cringe further.

Later, you groaned in frustration as Yuna tried to apologize. “If you hadn’t passed that note, none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sorry, sorry!” she laughed. “How was I supposed to know the teacher was lurking?”

“It’s whatever,” you sighed. “What did you need help with, anyway?”

“The quadratic formula,” she teased, stifling a giggle.

You glared at her. “I swear…”

“Okay, okay! Joking! But, um, actually… I want to join the game club. You know, since Nagi’s in it.”

Your silence stretched for a moment. “Do you even play games?”

“Uh… I played Roblox with my little cousin once?”

You buried your face in your hands. “You’re joining because of Nagi.”

“Maybe. Okay, yes! I can’t help it!”

Sighing deeply, you relented. “Only because I love you. Fine. I’ll help.”

Yuna squealed, pulling you into a tight hug. “You’re the best! Can we start today?”

With the last class ending, unlike walking home with Yuna or staying after school for club activities, you’re staying after school for club activities WITH Yuna to help her out with your crush. And that was how you found yourself dragging Yuna to the club after school. You open the door to the club room, filled with tables of ongoing rows of computers, outlets here and there, some members playing League, and most importantly, there was no Nagi Seishiro. Which kind of made you sigh in relief.

“He’s not here…” Yuna mumbled, disappointed.

“He sometimes comes late,” you offered, trying to cheer her up. “Come on, let’s meet the co-leader so you can join.”

Sitting through her interview was an experience. The co-leader, a stereotypical nerd with thick glasses and a bowl cut, “Now last question, d-do you play genshin impa-”

“Do not finish that question.” You warn. “And Yuna don’t even answer it.”

“Isn’t it that one cool Chinese game?”

“Ah! so you know about it” He excites

“I just told you not to finish that question,” you grumbled as he lit up at Yuna’s response.

Before the conversation could spiral further, the door creaked open. Both you and Yuna turned instinctively. There he was—Nagi Seishiro, focused on his phone, his white hair catching the dim light.

Yuna’s eyes sparkled, but yours darkened as you spotted someone following behind him. Reo.

When had they even become friends? And why did it feel like your entire world was slowly unraveling?

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next chap

the genshin thingy was a joke guys ive been playing it since day one I'm a d1 pro at it

[askgothamshitty]

last one i swear, but as i was typing those last two i had my headphones off so i could overhear these girls conversation and it is just so funny.

it is this pair of girls studying a science degree and they're complaining about the work they have to do but it's the same argument you would hear high schoolers make after learning the quadratic formula.

basically they're complaining about standardized exams and how pointless they are in actually preparing you for the world of work. and i agree to some extent but also you're reading for a bachelors degree... you should not be complaining about tests to this day.

i do math and programming and i can tell you the internet is not my friend, text books are not my friends, not even ai can help me. if i genuinely dont understand the material then i won't get far. i have to do orals for my math class where i have to explain a proof and my lecture will question me on everything i write just for a max of 3%. i have a massive coding project due and i had to go get some books and watch a bunch of tutorials because it kept breaking. and even then i still doing the trial and error shit.

i am a final year student btw. should be graduating in summer but i am not because i failed a course... because even with all the notes and practice and study groups i still did not understand and i need to understand or else i will not be able to perform at any of my jobs.

at this point you're not just answering questions, you're applying knowledge. you are supposed to learning and developing your skills. and no you cant just "look things up" because most of the things you're going to need to know will not be at an arms reach and sometimes the answer wont even exist.

"why do i have to write an essay" you are an adult doing a hard degree, go over your fucking self and write the damn essay. like you're doing sciences you have to be able to communicate, document and express ideas and findings beyond the regular lab report. how juvenile do you have to be to still be stuck in that mentality about your education.

and i am not the kind of country where everyone just gets to go to university. most people dont even need to. you have to be intentional when coming here. there is no "undecided" degree or whatever. you have 3 years to get in and get out. i am an international student as well who could have easily gotten a comfortable job back home. so it's just insulting watching people be so dismissive of their own education and the soft skills they're developing.

no one needs to simplify their course for you just drop out.

(not saying that some professors cant be ridiculous or unfair but high pass marks, essays and tasks, etc is not one of the ridiculous things lecturers do.)

That sounds like a lot of work but you seem like you’re very determined to get it done!

It bugs me when people don’t take college seriously, either 😅 like, why waste your money if your head’s not in the game? It’s so childish.

[seungchanpark]

chan brushes off the idea that he's attractive with an eye roll as soon as dom utters the word, a familiar pattern for them. dom has always had a thing for cheering chan on from the sidelines, even when the dynamics have always been very clear: dom as a pretty bright guy, chan as genius; dom as the human embodiment of sun shining through curtains at dawn, chan as a dark and stormy thing; and, most importantly for this context, dom as the dictionary definition of handsome jock, chan as the lanky nerd sidekick who never could get a date to prom. and sure, chan had a growth spurt at fifteen that evened him out a bit, and some would say that his hair stopped producing quite so much grease along the way as well, and coke has actually done wonderful things for his jawline, but chan doesn't think for a second that that makes him attractive, not in the all-american-dreamboat-hunk way that dom is.

as for the gemma comment — "you're too good for me," chan rebuts. "i don't see you advocating that we suspend this friendship on grounds of unequal morality." he shrugs again, apparently his signature move of the night. "fitz can't tell a quadratic formula from a quadrilateral. sorry, but that's a romantic non-starter."

after all, dom has always been the more forgiving out of the two of them. aileen isn't perfect, but dom sees through that to remember the good. fitz isn't perfect, and chan fixates on those imperfections like they're the only things to know about him.

"yeah, right. thanks." chan says. he wishes fitz didn't take his gummy worms, so chan could chew on something to break the silence. no such luck. instead, chan has to sit here, devoid of a snack, but equipped with plenty of guilt to go around. he's been lying to dom for almost a year now about this, isn't it supposed to get easier? "god, i still can't get over how fucked this week has been," he notes. "before everything happened at the banquet, i was gonna talk to you about something, actually," he pipes up. "it's about my d-" he's about to say drug addiction, it's almost there, the tip of his tongue, and then — "dad." he settles on a different d-word instead, a coward where it counts. "it's about my dad. he and i are kind of going through a rough spot right now." and that, at least, isn't a lie.

dom is unaware how lucky, how solitary, he is when it comes to chan. mari, for the sake of her art?, he jokes, and dom laughs, volleying back, put gen at the bottom of that list, she’d hike the appalachian trail before she showed so much emotion at once. he smiles, patient and expectant, as chan tumbles through his egotistical flare — and dom, ever a good friend, wouldn’t dream of humbling him. define mathematics for the next half decade? sure, probably. that didn’t stop seungchan park from making puppy eyes and eating sour patch kids for dinner, though. he says simply, “you make time for my petty relationship drama. i want to make time for yours.”

only decent. again, chan earns a laugh, proving eternally that he talks a big game for someone entirely adept at being funny and charming, and dom nearly misses the window to catch that hurtled pillow before it tumbles off the balcony entirely.

“you’re attractive but insufferable. what other commonalities do you need?” it is then dom’s turn to consider, head tilted and gaze thoughtful, adding the bare numerals of the two equations against each other as he props the pillow atop chan’s socks. finally, he deduces, “gemma’s too good for you, but you knew that already, didn’t you?” gemma has never put herself first. every trait chan does not share with gemma overlap in the venn diagram of the reasons he likes her. the combination of chan and fitz, though, even while chan reduces the latter to his head game, changes dom’s smile from a crooked grin to something quieter, something all-together too knowing. “i like fitz.” his arms folding against the throw pillow, pinning the slippery boy genius into a jenga-tower of confessions as he offers only, “he pays attention to you.”

fitz knows what chan eats, doesn’t. fitz notices chan’s especially long insomniatic stints. meraviglia’s so-called golden boy hangs onto that wobble of words and decides to believe, not for the first time, in things that are good enough.

“are you really surprised with all those parties you go to? i mean, you’re lucky it’s just the flu, fuck. you could catch mono just standing next to the jungle juice. tell me if it gets chicken soup bad, i’ll come over and confiscate your textbooks ‘til you’re rested.”

[sadboi-writer]

Dear Jack (Series)

Pairing: Jack Brewer x Reader

Summary: Y/N is a student at the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. Their life changes when Jack Brewer shows up in their life. 

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Cussing, nothing else really, I kind of alternate between they and she pronouns.

Masterlist ~ Chapter Two

Chapter One: Wasabi Warriors

Y/N was sat with Milton, Jerry, and Eddie eating lunch. 

“Hey, Mil, can you help me with this?” Y/N asked sliding their algebra over to him, “I’m having issues with number five.”

Milton glanced over it, “Quadratic formula.”

Y/N nodded, “Thanks.”

They grabbed a fry off their tray and popped it into their mouth. Jerry looked over Milton’s shoulder.

“Aye yo, look at that new guy.” He said, pointing behind Milton

I looked where he indicated. A pretty boy was standing with his tray, looking around the cafeteria absently.

“You’re drooling.” Eddie commented as he ate

“I am not.” Y/N retaliated

The boys all tried to hide their laughs.

“Mhmm.” Milton hummed, he turned to the new guy

“Hey, new kid!” Eddie called to him

The boy smiled as he walked to the table.

“Hi, I’m Jack.” He introduced

“I’m Milton, that’s Jerry,”

Eddie cut him off, “I’m Eddie, and that’s Y/N.”

Y/N gave a slight wave, “Hey.”

Jack sat down with them, “So, how do you all know each other?”

“We all do karate together.” Milton replied

Before Jack could reply, Milton and Y/N were both hit with falafel’s. 

Y/N scrunched their nose in disgust, “Not again.”

Jerry was hit, “Not cool man.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and stood up. Jack eyed her for a moment.

“Frank!” Y/N snapped as she walked to the Black Dragons

“Hey!” Jack interuppted, he slung his arm around Y/N, “I like your outfits, are you guys cheerleaders?”

“No! Well, Bryan used to be.” Frank replied, Y/N hated his stupid voice, “So, you got a problem or something?”

Frank went all out demonstrating his karate.

Jack’s eyebrows rose, “ Look, I didn’t come over here to fight man.”

Jack was about to pull Y/N back to the table when Frank moved to punch him. He caught Frank’s fist and pushed Y/N behind him. She rolled her eyes at that.

“You probably shouldn’t have done that.” Jack smirked before flipping Frank

The rest of the dragons got up to fight. Bryan ran at Y/N followed closely by Tyler. She jumped and grabbed his shoulders before swinging around him and kicking Tyler across the room. Jack was doing pretty well himself. 

Bryan dropped Y/N and went to punch her, she swung her leg and took him to the ground. They gave Jerry a look and he tossed them his pudding. She smashed it onto Bryan’s face. Only two of the dragons were left in a position to be fighting, and Jack took care of them fairly quickly.

Once Frank had run out, Jack looked around and saw the damage he’d done. He looked at Y/N with a sheepish grin before booking it out of the cafeteria. 

After school Y/N was at the dojo with the boys. Eddie got absolutely wrecked by Marge.

Y/N laughed hard, “Wipeout, buddy.” 

“Eddie got dusted by Marge the lunch lady again!” Jerry chortled

Rudy was preceded by two guys in business suits. None of them looked very happy.

“Guys, what are you doing?” Rudy demanded, “They said if we don’t win two belts at our next tournament they’re shutting us down!”

“You wanna win some belts just make Y/N do everything.” Eddie groaned from the floor

“Or get that new kid Jack in here.” Jerry added

“Yeah, he took out four Black Dragons at lunch.” Y/N quipped

“You took down two of them.” Milton corrected

Y/N shrugged and grabbed another slice of pizza. Rudy shook his head.

“I don’t care about some cat fight at school.” He insisted, “This dojo is built on the foundation of hard work and discipline. Let’s get to work.”

The boys took their seats and Y/N sat with them. She was close to the decorative wall because she wanted to have everyone sitting on the mat, but there wasn’t enough space. 

After a couple of minutes Y/N heard yelling that sounded like it was coming from behind her. She stood and looked at the wall for a moment before the wall burst open, she let out a scream, then she was on the floor.

“That boy just came right out the wall!” Marge yelled

Y/N’s ears were ringing and she let out a groan.

“Okay, you guys have got to try that.” Came a new and vaguely familiar voice

There was a bit of shouting, a ‘sorry’ , and then Milton and Rudy were standing over her. 

“Holy christmasnuts, are you okay?” Milton asked

Y/N nodded, “I think so.”

Rudy grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled them to their feet, “Let’s get you sat down.” 

He walked them to the waiting area. She looked and saw Jack being held by two security guards. 

“Hey, Jack.” Y/N greeted

“Hey Y/N.” Jack replied with a wink

Jerry came up behind Y/N and patted her shoulder, “You coming over for dinner again tonight?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, your mom is making arepas, right?”

He nodded, “Come on, let’s get going.”

Jerry leaned over and let Y/N wrap their arm around his neck and he aided them in their walk out of the dojo. 

At Jerry’s he sat them down on the couch and rifled through his DVD’s.

“What do you want to watch, hermana?” He asked

“I don’t care, you pick.” Y/N replied

She was distracted, thinking about Jack. He really seemed like the perfect guy. Cute, good hair, nice, confident, willing to stand up for others, and not to mention his insane martial arts talent. Y/N wasn’t even aware they had spaced out, but Jerry was. He saw the soft smile land on their face as their eyes seemed to see something other than his living room. The way that Y/N’s eyes crinkled as they thought. 

“You still with me?” Jerry asked

Y/N shook their head, “Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

“Whatcha thinking about?”

He went to the kitchen and brought out the steaming arepas as he listened to Y/N talk.

“Just about Jack, honestly.”Y/N replied, “He’s just... super cool, I guess. I don’t know. I just think it’s nice that he stood up for us when Frank was messing with us, and he’s talented.”

Jerry handed her an arepa, “And cute?”

“Yeah,” She said absently, “Wait, no!”

“Oh, you do think he’s cute!” Jerry laughed

Y/N pouted and Jerry ruffled their hair.

“No worries, your secret is safe with me!” Jerry assured

The next day Y/N was back to normal, if not a little sore. She opted to not get food with the boys and instead went straight to the dojo. Rudy came out of his office.

“Hey, Rudy!” Y/N greeted

“Hey, where are the boys?” He replied

“Falafel Phil’s, they’ll be here in a bit.” 

Y/N dragged one of the practice dummies out of the corner and started working on her form. It wasn’t long until Jerry, Milton, and Eddie came in. 

“Where’s Jack?” Y/N asked as she hit the dummy particularly hard

“With Kim Crawford.” Milton said as Y/N went in for another punch

She knocked it over with the force, “What?”

Jerry smirked, “Oooh, you’re jealous!”

“I am not!” Y/N insisted, “Jerry, come here, hold up the dummy. I need to hit something.”

He picked up the dummy and held it securely as Y/N unleashed an assault upon it. Hit after hit after hit landed, each one harder than the last. Until Y/N knocked over the dummy and Jerry.

“Sorry.” She panted, helping him off the ground

Rudy was smiling at her, “That’s the kind of energy we need for the tournament, Y/N! Good work!”

As he said that, Jack came in spinning a new bow staff with a stupid cute grin on his face. 

“Sorry I’m late-” Jack started

Rudy rounded on him and cut him off, “Sorry doesn’t cut it, Jack! Where did you get that astronaut bowstaff?”

“It was a gift from the Black Dragons!” Jack smiled, “See! We can all use it!”

He tried to hand it to Y/N who turned her back on him and retreated toward Jerry. Jack’s smile dropped.

“What? Students here are forbidden from even entering that dojo!” Rudy replied to Jack

Jack scoffed, “You can’t forbid me from doing anything!”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and Jerry wrapped an arm around her shoulder. They both watched the interaction, Milton and Eddie quickly crossing to them.

“Hey, if it wasn’t for me you would’ve been banned from the mall for two weeks!” Rudy insisted

A silence fell over the room. Jack looked livid.

“Banned from the mall?” Jack demanded, “You told me I was going to jail!”

Rudy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish for a moment.

He sputtered a bit, “Wha- Well, I say a lot of things! I’m what they like to call chatty!”

Jack stormed toward Rudy, “You lied to me! You broke the Wasabi Code! You know what? Kim was right! This place is a joke! I quit!”

Jack marched out of the dojo. Leaving everyone speechless. Then Rudy jumped into action.

He ran toward the door, “Fine! Go!”

Then Rudy turned to the kids, “Who needs him?”

Y/N rolled her eyes and everyone stared at him. 

Then all in unison said, “We do!”

Rudy’s eyes widened as he ran back to the door, “Wait! Come back!”

After that they all left. Y/N was walking to their bike on the bike rack when she passed the Black Dragon dojo. Kim was walking out and smiled when she saw Y/N.

“Hey! How was your day?” Kim asked

“Just swell.” Y/N snapped, “Nothing like hearing that your friend called your dojo a joke.”

Kim’s face fell, “Y/N I’m sorry. But sensei really wants Jack at our dojo-”

“Go away, Kim.” Y/N sighed

The day after that they all resigned to the fact that Bobby Wasabi was going to close. So they all started packing, Y/N was set on rolling up the mats.

“Jack! You’re back!” Rudy burst

Y/N looked at him and gave him a small wave.

“I’m just here to get my stuff,” He specified, “What are you guys doing?”

“Packing up.” Y/N chimed

“Yeah, we’re closing. No Jack, no belts, no dojo.” Jerry finished

Y/N taped up the mat where it was rolled and started to tip it up but it was a bit too heavy, so Jack came over and helped her. He sent her a wink as he did so.

“Milton David Krupnick!” 

Y/N turned around, Milton’s dad was storming through the doors. She sighed, of course he hadn’t known Milton was doing karate.

“So this is your french horn lesson?” His dad snapped

“I’m sorry dad, I started doing karate so that I could defend myself when people made fun of me for taking french horn lessons.” Milton explained, “It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s shutting down. This was the one place I really felt like I belong.”

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, now my mom is going to send me back to Mrs.King’s Dance Academy! My body was not made to mambo!”

“Yeah, guess I’m a lone wolf again! That’s how I like it!” Jerry sniffled, “Don’t think for a moment I’m going to miss any of you meatbags!”

“Guess it’s back to eating lunch with Henrietta.” Y/N sighed, the boys looked at her weird, “My paper mache crab I made for my Earth Science class.”

Milton’s dad motioned for him, “Let’s go, Milton. You’re lucky you didn’t hurt yourself.”

Jack was gazing around at his friends. And then he ran toward Milton.

“Wait, Milton!” Jack hollered, “Why don’t you show your dad how you can break this board?”

Milton gave him a look, “Break a board? Jack, I can barely cut a well cooked piece of fish.”

Jack pulled him up to a board he set on two moving boxes, “Just do it.”

“Jack-” Milton protested

“Do it!” Jack yelled

In a panic Milton slammed his hand into the board and split it in half. Milton’s dad was impressed, and honestly so was everyone else. 

“Milton that was incredible!” His dad praised, then he left

Rudy warily walked to Jack, “These are your friends, Jack. They didn’t break the Wasabi Code. I did.”

They all gathered around them, hopeful glints in each of their eyes. They didn’t want to give this up yet. 

“What do you say?” Rudy asked, then put his fist to his palm, “Wasabi?”

Y/N copied Rudy, which prompted the boys to do so too. Jack smiled and copied all of them.

“Wasabi.” He affirmed

They all got to work. Jack came to help Y/N put the mats back where they went. He looked at her fondly as they worked.

“You’re staring,” Y/N commented as they rolled the mat out

Jack blushed, “Uhm, thank you. For, kind of making me not quit the dojo.”

She shook her head with a small smile, “Keep rolling.”

They all worked hard to get their belts. Hoping to get two, maybe three. 

When the tournament came, Y/N was undeniably nervous. But she came out with her boys in her gi. Flexing their muscles and making a big show of still being there to fight to stay open. They took their seats on the bench. 

“Okay, Eddie’s up first.” Jack said

We all looked at Eddie, he was knelt on the mat praying. Jack ran to him and said something, before seeing Eddie’s opponent.

“What do they feed you, brother?” Jack spluttered

He went back to talking to Eddie before returning to the bench with the rest of the team. Once the match started it was over quickly. Eddie flipped and pinned his opponent easily, surprising all of us. 

“We got our first belt!” Rudy cheered 

“Okay, Jerry, nunchucks is next. All you gotta do is-” Jack began

“Relax, Jack. I got this.” Jerry cut him off and stepped to the mat

His opponent did some fancy moves and Jerry nodded. 

“Oh yeah? Well check this out.” Jerry smirked

It started well, and it gave Y/N a little hope. But before that hope could grow too much Jerry hit himself in the balls and fell to the ground. Y/N was beside him in a moment.

“Jerry, are you okay?” She asked

“Everything is purple.” He groaned

Y/N hauled him to his feet and took him back to the bench. Her match was next so she stepped to the mat. Tyler was the guy she was against. He was huge in comparison to her. 

Jack stepped up next to her, “Hey, you’ve got this. I believe in you.”

He grabbed her hand and gave it a quick squeeze before going back to the team. Y/N took a deep breath and then the match started. With a running start Y/N jumped and landed with her thighs around his neck, which surprised him. She put her weight backward and flipped him over as they both landed on the ground, and kept him pinned until the ref pulled her off.

“Second belt, boys!” Y/N cheered as she went to the bench

Jack enveloped her in a tight hug, “I’m so proud of you!”

They sat as Milton went up for his event. He was against Frank for board breaking. 

Frank broke the one board he was given. 

“Double it.” Milton told the ref

“Ooh! My boy is going for the win!” Jack cheered, being a general dork

Y/N chuckled, “You look so stupid.”

“What, you don’t like this?” Jack asked as he deepened the dumb lunge he was in

Milton won while they weren’t paying attention.  Jack and Y/N cheered as he went around and gloated to the Black Dragons. The red took his belt for his bad sportsmanship.

Rudy scolded, “Milton! That was our ticket to staying open! What were you thinking?”

“That this is the best day of my life?” Milton sighed happily

The vertical peg kick was next, Jack’s event. He stood and went to the mat. He shot Y/N a wink. She gave him a little air kiss as a joke. Jack went around the mat and Frank attacked, taking him down by his leg.

Y/N ran to him quickly, “Jack! Are you okay?”

The rest of the boys were close behind her. She knelt beside him.

“I can’t move.” Jack groaned

Rudy panicked, “Yes you can! Don’t you quit on me!”

“Rudy!” Jack snapped, “You’re kneeling on my leg.”

Rudy stood, “Oh.”

Y/N pulled him up and held his shoulders.

“Are you going to be able to compete?” Jerry asked

Jack shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“You’ve got this, I believe in you!” Y/N encouraged

Rudy ushered the boys away leaving Jack and Y/N alone.

“You gonna be okay?” Y/N asked

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got this.”

“Good, now go kick the Dragons butts.”

She kissed his cheek and ran back to the bench. Jerry wrapped his arm around her and smiled.

“Don’t think I didn’t see that.” He teased

Y/N shook him off, “You didn’t see anything.”

Milton tapped Y/N as Jack moved to take his spot. He flipped into a hand stand and it occurred to all of them how he was going to do this.

“He’s launching from his hands.” Rudy said incredulously

They all watched as time seemed to slow down, Jack did his gymnastics and knocked the peg off. Y/N stood up and cheered quickly. Followed by the rest of the team.

“We did it! We get to stay open!” Rudy exclaimed

“And we got three belts so we outdid it!” Jerry added

“You guys feeling what I’m feeling?” Rudy asked

They all nodded before doing their high kick.

“Wasabi!”

[lunarifie]

Au where The Hollow kids knew each other as playmates on the playground (the numbers are their ages)

More info under cut

Mira made everyone blue friendship bracelets and they all gave her one in return.

Shes also wearing a candy necklace while Kais wearing a chewable fire necklace hidden under his pajamas.

Kai (7):

I see Kai homeschooled as a child. I also think he’d be one of those energetic dumb talking kids who fumbles over his words all the time. But is actually super smart and will randomly just drop the quadratic formula, and adults will be like “..how did you know that…”

Kai was a lot to handle though, so he had multiple caretakers, and even then, he’d still be able to sneak out during the day and go to the playground that’s a few blocks from the mansion. I also headcanon that Kai’s trans, he didn’t necessarily know he was trans when he was younger. But he did know he hated being a girl. He cut his hair really badly with craft scissors and whenever he snuck out, he wore his pajamas so he didn’t have to wear the dress his caretakers forced him to wear. His playground ‘nickname’ is Kai (which he definitely stole off a fantasy name generator), later becoming his actual name.

With his imagination, he’d be the number one kid to ask if anyone wanted to play make-believe. He also had a few imaginary friends.

I think later on around middle school, which is when he stops being homeschooled, he gets his anxious nature and loses some of his adventurous spirit.

Adam (8):

I think Adam was timid in 2nd grade because of all the bullying he had to endure for being ‘different’. I believe he was picked on as well for being a tall lanky kid before he started doing sports when he got older. He definitely wanted to join a team or play sports as a kid but he felt too out of place.

He was a lot more quiet and secluded, preferring to do things by himself. On the playground though, he’d have Mira (and the weird rabid red-head kid who everyone’s positive lives in the forest) to watch his back. Which was when he’d join ball games and organize big things like tag/freeze tag, hide and seek, and etcetera.

He’d definitely be the one to reel in Kai and Mira anytime they got too out of hand, especially Kai. He’s the one who apologizes for their behavior to the adults and and makes sure they don’t accidentally kill themselves.

I believe during later years in elementary, he got into more ‘fights’ as his anger issues built up. During middle school though, he sees that as a fresh start and tries making more friends, joining sports and so on. Not popular popular. But a friendly face, kinda like Mira.

Mira (7 1/2):

Im sorry but she’d be into warrior cats. That’s just a fact. (I had to think for a while if I wanted her to have cat ears or not.) She’d be in a clan and everything and she’d call herself the medic. She’d bring all types of bandages to the playground to make sure everyone got a design they liked whenever one of them scraped their knee and so on.

The parents who supervised loved her and thought she was the sweetest. While on the contrary, she was the one who got along the most with the least-favorite-parent kid, Kai. (he’s the one who puts the most kids in danger)

He was the only one who wasn’t creeped out anytime she collected ants, spider, beetles, bugs, etc. Soon the parents saw her true nature when she dragged a raccoon she’d been feeding behind her house to the playground to show everyone else.

Mira’s the one who organizes the most expeditions to the forest. She loves tallying off fun animals facts. Some facts not so fun. But she can’t tell the difference, even as some kids pale as she explains the different ways a tiger could kill them. Looooves animal fact books. Has a bunch of pins and charms on her backpack as well. She also prides herself in being 7 and a half, instead of just 7.

[holdinbacksecrets]

love the way there are some idols you just KNOW you would’ve had a crush on if you existed together in some alternative universe.

answering a flyer on your dorm’s bulletin board seeking a ~model for a semester of photography assignments. intrigued by the note at the bottom: will pay with homemade food,,,don’t worry, it’s edible. my mom taught me everything she knows. and then showing up and it’s fucking jeon jungkook and you can’t even look him in the eyes until he snorts and a noodle comes out of his nose a few weeks into the semester

would’ve been ogling over haechan in college algebra. cue the mental breakdown after finding out he’s on the dance team and sings in a cover band. stays up all night when he asks if you can study together for the final. you know who i am? realizes he’s confident on stage but that all goes down the drain when it comes to the quadratic formula :( cuuuuute 

i would’ve joined journalism purely because of boo seungkwan. get me around that energy. i am ready to love.  

always being the one to cover soccer games for the school’s paper. no way in hell you aren’t falling in love with yoon jeonghan. are you kidding me?? please call me times new roman. idec

managing the college basketball team because min fucking yoongi. quits as soon as he graduates 

my friend’s little sister needs a ride to dance practice and jung hoseok is her teacher? i’ve got my license and my honda out front 

seeing messy haired seungcheol every wednesday morning at the cafe looking half asleep but then on saturday night he’s literally rapping at a rave on a garage stage and heart goes ;alksfjalskfj

taking some horrible GIS class and sitting next to soonyoung, turning into his study buddy after realizing it’s possible to be even more confused than you are. literally impossible to not fall in love with his confused face and the excitement he radiates after remembering an excel shortcut 

hansol vernon chwe at open mic poetry night... then sitting next to him on the bus because there was only one more free seat. working up the courage to compliment his performance. he hadn’t even seen you in the crowd but was shocked to know you enjoyed his poetry. you’ve been going since freshman year of college, but never felt such a strong desire to return until...well,,,him 

seokmin gracing you with his presence on the regular because he’s childhood friend’s with your roommate but apparently this is no childhood friends to lovers trope. he’s into you. makes amazing coffee and brings your dying plants back to life

[ericspinkhair]

teasing the teacher

pairing: teacher!younghoon x fem student!reader

synopsis: y/n teases her teacher with a pink dildo and he takes her on his desk

word count: 2k

warnings: teacher/student sex, masturbating in class, dildos, cum on face, fingering, oral

a/n: please don't actually have sex with your teachers!

requests are open!!

masterlist + requests

from the moment he stepped into the math classroom on the first day of senior year and introduced himself as 'mr. kim' you knew you wanted him.

he was tall, handsome and naturally charismatic so it was no surprise that many of the lower class students had a crush on him. whispers followed him through the halls and you'd often hear girls say out loud the same inappropriate thoughts you were having.

you showed up to math class regularly which was something you never had done as you didn't see how knowing how to solve the quadratic formula was going to benefit you in your life.

you spent the lessons studying mr. kim and, from his youthful complexion and attitude, figured he couldn't be much older than you. he was maybe 23? 24? you didn't concern yourself with it. you were of age and sought for someone more mature to fulfill your needs.

in his black collared shirt and tailored pants, he was looking like a real snack today and you stared at him from your seat, devouring this man with your eyes. he caught you staring and you thought he'd avert his gaze but, to your surprise, he looked you up and down, lingering at your cleavage for a moment, before he smirked.

even when you were working on questions on your own, you could feel him observing you. you made sure to bite your lip and wet it with your tongue to look as seductive as possible. when you left the classroom, you noticed that he had placed a jacket over his lap.

knowing that your strategy to get his attention was working, you figured out a plan over the weekend. he was clearly attracted to you but since he was your teacher you couldn't just go up to him and be like 'hey, wanna fuck?' no, you needed him to make the first move and you were going to make sure he was.

you dressed up in a tiny skirt that ended at the middle of your thigh and in order to prevent unwanted attention you wore safety shorts underneath. your denim jacket covered up a white cropped shirt with a zipper stretched over the chest.

before math class, you removed the shorts in the bathroom and stored them in your bag. the next step was risky but essential in your plan to seduce mr. kim so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself.

when you sat down in your seat, you made sure to pull the zipper all the way down so that the inner sides of your breasts were mostly exposed. you didn't need to worry  since you were the only one sitting in the back row and no one would see.

an exam was coming up so you had time to practice today and mr. kim was just sitting at his desk, watching over the students while doing something on his laptop. everyone was, more or less, engaged in the work and he let himself focus on you. he noticed how your shirt was barely holding your boobs which were threatening to spill out. he had never seen a girl as sexy and bold as you and felt his dick harden in his pants. you noticed him looking and what you did next sent a sudden rush directly to his cock.

you spread your legs apart, revealing something round and pink between your legs. you gave him a clear view of your vagina clutching onto a huge dildo.

you looked him dead in the eyes as you grabbed the base and slightly pulled it out halfway just to ease it back in. you repeated this action multiple times, grabbing your tits with the other hand and gave him a show by massaging and squeezing them.

lust clouded his eyes and he licked his lips. his tight pants were restraining his painfully hard cock and there was nothing he could do to get relief while he was in class. he tried to concentrate on what he had been doing on the laptop again but it was difficult when all he wanted to do was to replace the dildo with his cock and fuck you into oblivion.

you saw how worked up you had gotten him and decided to push him over the edge. you pulled out the dildo and sucked on it while keeping direct eye contact. you let your tongue graze over the tip before fucking your mouth with it.

after what felt like hours of torture for your teacher, your shenanigans were interrupted by the bell.

'okay, class. pack your things and go,' mr. kim urged the students.

you quietly slipped the dildo back inside and stood up to join your friend. she gave you an amused look. she was aware of everything that was happening since you had shared your plans with her in advance.

you wanted to frustrate mr. kim even further so you ignored him and passed his desk nonchalantly.

'y/n, wait! I need to talk to you.' you inconspicuously fist bumped your friend and turned around.

'how can I help you, mr. kim?' you asked, batting your eyelashes, acting all innocent. he rolled his eyes.

as soon as the last person had stepped outside, he locked the door.

'what do you think you're doing, wearing no underwear and masturbating in my class? you have violated school policy and I can't let you get away with that so easily.' the tent in his trousers was huge and there was a small wet spot where his pre-cum had leaked through. he stepped closer to you and you backed up against the wall.

'you do need to punish me, sir,' you admit. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down so that your lips were brushing against his ear. 'I've been a bad girl.'

he pinned both of your wrists to the wall behind you and forced his mouth onto yours. you smirked into the kiss, knowing you had succeeded, and opened your mouth to grant him easy access. he slipped in his tongue and began exploring the insides.

he pressed himself hard against you so that your stiff nippels grazed his chest through your shirt. his solid length burned against your lower belly and, when you moved against it, he let out a groan.

'on the desk. now,' he ordered and dragged you by the wrist. he pushed his hand down on your upper back to bend you over and you obliged more than happily.

he jerked the skirt up to expose your dildo filled pussy. you moaned loudly as he spanked your right butt cheek. he watched it jiggle in fascination.

'count,' he ordered you and spanked the other side.

'two,' you heavily breathe out. this dominant side of him was a bit unexpected and every slap made your muscles clench around the fake dick stuck deep inside you.

'three, four,' you cried out as he left red marks on both sides, soothing them afterwards by rubbing gently.

every time his hand came down, the volume of your moans increased. by 'ten', mr. kim had enough of this.

'you seem to be enjoying your punishment a bit too much, y/n,' he pointed out. 'time to move on.'

you suddenly felt empty as he took out the dildo swiftly. you gasped as your arousal began running down your thighs. mr. kim knelt down and licked it away. you raised one leg and placed it on the desk, fully exposing your pussy to him.

'so desperate,' he mumbled and began tracing your folds.

he eased two of his fingers inside and your hole swallowed them effortlessly. he pumped them in and out in a steady, fast rhythm, listening to the desperate sounds coming from both your vagina, as well as from your mouth. your upper body rested on the hard surface as your teacher was fingering you good. unlike all of the other guys you had been with, he knew what he was doing and moved his fingers in a way that quickly brought you close to your orgasm.

he didn't let you have it though.

when he pulled his dripping fingers out, you turned around and sank to your knees. you made quick work with his belt and soon pulled down his pants and underwear to his ankles. his cock was an angry red, waiting impatiently for you to end its torture.

you heard a sharp intake of breath as you put it in your mouth and started sucking. mr. kim grabbed your hair tightly to guide you; it did hurt a bit but it mostly turned you on even further. you took him as far as you could, hollowing your cheeks to avoid brushing against it with your teeth.

his cum tasted salty and made you even more thirsty for him. you wanted to savor more of his aroma but he pulled out after not too much time.

he made you stand up, grabbed your butt cheeks and lifted you onto the desk. your legs hugged his torso tightly and his hard dick stood proud in front of your entrance.

'you still have time to change your mind,' mr. kim informed you. he reminded himself that he had to ask you for your consent before he were to do something you didn't want to.

you, however, were sure you needed him and pushed his tip inside by pulling him closer with your legs.

both of you moaned loudly as he fully slid inside you, filling you up to the brim. you were so tight for him that he had to force himself to start slow in order not to come right here and there.

mr. kim pulled down the cleavage of your shirt so that your naked tits bounced out. he massaged and pinched your nipples as he pounded into you. your tongues were fighting for dominance and he could taste himself on you. you couldn't get enough of his sweet lips.

'look how desperate you are for your teacher. clenching around his cock like this.' his dirty words sent shivers through your spine.

you wove your fingers into his hair and gently tugged at it as your walls tightened around him.

feeling that you were close, mr. kim picked up the speed, sucking purple bruises on your neck.

your threw your head back and hard wrenching spasms stole your ability to move and think. you leaned against his heaving chest and nibbled on his earlobes.

'fuck,' he cursed. he lifted you down to the ground and stroked his dick in fast motions. you knelt to taste his cum as he finally exploded with a satisfied groan.

most of it landed in your mouth and the rest ran down your cheeks or was caught in your eyelashes. you swallowed the sticky substance and licked your lips to reach more of his load.

mr. kim panted heavily and had his eyes closed while trying to calm down his breathing. when he opened them again he saw his cum dripping down your face and quickly went to get you a paper towel.

'clean that up properly. no one can know what happened.' suddenly he felt a rush of panic.  if anyone were to find out that he had slept with a student, he was going to be fired. he couldn't lose the job he had just started.

'don't worry,' you assured him as you wiped your lashes clean. 'as long as you'll write me an excuse for why I'm late for my next class everything will be fine.'

you turned around to leave but he held you back by grabbing your hand.

'don't do this during lessons again. if you want me to fuck you, just tell me and we can arrange something outside of class.'

'sure thing,' you said and winked at him as you stepped outside.

[sscoutregimentss]

LUV for eren? thank youuuu

so i have actually already done L and U, but i'll add on a drabble/extra hcs as a treat edit: added a read more

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Eren is a good dad. 100% a DILF

I see him wanting to adopt kids, considering his childhood and how that was how he found his dearest, closest friends.

He gets along with all his kid's friends, so everyone knows that the Jaeger household is the place to go for hang outs. He has a tendency to project the positive parts of his upbringing onto his kids, and since his friends were so important to him growing up, he wants to make sure his children have that same support system. Yeah, he wants to be in the know about his kids lives, but there's some things parents just don't understand. Does not help that he's incredibly good looking, even as he gets older.

Super supportive of his kids interests. Sports? Let's go practice! Academics? What's the quadratic formula? Gaming? Teach me how to play! Performing arts? At every single recital. He also doesn't mind if they change their minds constantly about what they do. They're kids, so it's good to have many interest while they still have the chance to feel things out.

Can be strict when he wants to be, though. Doesn't mess around with the safety of his kids and their friends. Tries his absolute hardest not to get angry at his children despite his temper and he really only does when it comes to their safety. But he was wayyyy more reckless when he was their age (and lacked parental supervision) so he tries his best to just keep them out of trouble instead of having to scold them when they do. I touched on him being a good apologizer in a different post and that's still true in the case of his kids. Always apologizes if he raises his voice at them, no matter what happens.

Also he is one of those dads that loves embarrassing their kids with PDA. He will wrap his arms around you from the back and pepper you with kisses while you're making dinner in front of your angsty 13 year old just to hear a "UGH DAD YOU'RE SO GROSS"

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

"(Name)," Mikasa calls, lightly jogging over to your seat the coffee shop Eren works part time in. You knew he didn't work that day, but you've gotten kind of used to studying in the seat closest to the barista counter, even if Eren isn't throwing cheesy pickup lines at you or ranting about a professor. "Have you seen Eren today?"

You shake your head no, raising an eyebrow at her distressed expression. She was one of the most caring people you've ever met, but her cool façade rarely broke, making your own concern skyrocket.

"Is he okay?" You ask, pulling out your phone to check for any messages left by your boyfriend.

The dark haired girl sigh, pushing her bangs out of her face as her short hair moves along to match the shaking of her head. "He does this every year, on the exact same day. Just... disappears and comes back like nothing happened. I hoped at least this year he'd stay with you... but..."

You bite your lip in concern, letting Mikasa know you'll call her if anything turns up.

to: eren 💌

from: My Sunshine ☀️

can you call or text me asap? just let me know you're alive please a simple "hello" will suffice

you don't have to shut everyone out like this

i love you through it all. the good, the bad, and the ugly, you dummy. nothing could change that.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Mmm, mildly. He doesn't wear makeup, but he takes good care of his skin (which is just naturally flawless anyways...), makes sure his clothes fit him well, keeps his combed and moisturized, and generally doesn't leave the house feeling very dissatisfied with his appearance.

On that makeup note, once he used an eyelash curler, either yours or Historia's and he was just. blown away. He already has naturally long, dark, curly lashes, he just thinks he looks really nice with the extra help of the curler. Too lazy to invest in doing it daily, though.

Keeps up with his physique because he's an athlete, but also because he just likes how he looks in tight tops and shirtless. Eren is one of those hot guys that knows that he's hot, he just doesn't really care that he's hot. Unlike Reiner, who just is insecure in how he looks, and Jean, who knows that he's sexy and flaunts it, he just... knows. He only really cares for your opinion.

No set clothing aesthetic that he makes himself stick to, just wears well fitting and neatly pressed clothes. Mainly black or dark basics. Keeps some jewelry if he wants to elevate an outfit. But his usual top, pants, shoes, maybe some earrings and a necklace if it's fancy. Doesn't get complicated with layering like Armin does.

I like to think he has a few piercings and tattoos, simply because he likes how they look. Not like a full sleeve because he is still a broke college student, but a couple tattoos on his arms and two or three piercings on his ears, plus a tongue piercing? I am down bad for him. I'd say his tattoos are pretty meaningful. Eren does everything he does, from choosing his major to eating cereal, with purpose. Even if it's dumb it has his heart and soul behind it. At least, that's what he says when he explains why he is going to put hot dog wieners in Jean's parents lawn.

[raw-lesbian-energy]

Burnout

[Image description: Anonymous said

Prompt: a t word fic between young Marcy and Caroline where Caroline comes over to babysit Marcy one day only to find her stressed out because of her families high expectations for her and tickles her to cheer her up.]

Anon, sweetie, darling; I love this idea and everything about it. I had way too much fun writing this and I really hope you enjoy it too!!

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Summary: Caroline learns that Marcy’s parents are overworking her again and goes to help her little sister take a break and avoid burning out.

Fandom: Amphibia (The Wild Soul AU)

Pairing: None (Marcanne implied) (if any of y’all tag this shipping Marcy and Caroline I will run you over with my car)

Features: Self-Insert

Word Count: 1,248

Warnings: This is a tickle fic! If that’s not your thing, just keep scrolling.

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Knock-knock-knock!

“It’s open.”

Marcy didn’t even glance up as her bedroom door was opened, her eyes fixed on the study papers in front of her. She was trying to memorize each and every one of them, but the task was proving to be much harder than she hoped.

“Hey Mar-Mar.” Caroline’s voice spoke behind her, and soon enough, the teen was leaning over her shoulder. “Notice anything- wait, what’s all this?” Caroline looked over the papers scattered on Marcy’s desk, picking up one of them and reading it over. This prompted Marcy to look up, which is when she noticed the teen’s hair was no longer long and plain brown, but shaved in an undercut with bright purple bangs.

“Quadratic formula-?” Caroline’s eyes were wide in disbelief. “Marcy, why are you studying high school level math? You’re eleven.” The question brought Marcy back to reality, going from looking at Caroline’s new hair to staring sheepishly at her knees.

“I…wanted to get ahead.” She lied. Caroline didn’t buy it for a second, setting the paper back down on the desk and leaning on it with one arm.

“Wanna try and tell me the truth this time?” She asked, her tone slightly firmer than before. Marcy couldn’t even bring herself to look up, guilt swirling like a storm in her stomach.

“I…my parents are mad.” She admitted at last. “I got a bad grade, so they told me if I didn’t focus on studying, I wouldn’t get to see my friends anymore.” Caroline’s expression softened immediately, a gleam of confusion appearing in her eyes.

“Wait, you got a bad grade?” She echoed. “What was it? Can I see?” Marcy’s eyes held nothing but shame as she grabbed one of the many papers on her desk, holding it out for the teen to take. Caroline gently took the paper from her hand, looking down and reading over what had been printed on it.

“…This is a ninety six.” She said at last. “Marcy, this is four points away from a perfect score, and your parents are saying it’s bad?” Marcy nodded slowly, still unable to meet her older sister’s gaze. Caroline let out a sigh, kneeling down next to her younger sister and putting a hand on her shoulder.

“Marbles, I have to be real with you.” She said. “Your parents…are completely nuts.” Marcy snapped up at the statement, looking over at Caroline with wide eyes.

“What? No!” She argued. “T-They just want to make sure I succeed. They might be a little harsh sometimes, but-” she stopped mid-sentence as she had turned back to her notes, only for Caroline to swipe her arm over the desk and knock all the papers to the floor.

“Nope, no more studying for you.” She said sternly. “You’re taking on way more than any eleven-year-old ever should. You need a break.” Before Marcy could even speak, hands hooked under her arms and hoisted her out of the chair, earning a squeak of surprise. She squirmed in the teen’s grip, letting out small giggles from where she was being held.

“Carolihine, put me down!” She whined, kicking her feet as she was pulled into Caroline’s lap. The teen had taken a seat on Marcy’s bed, crossing her legs and keeping a firm yet gentle hold on her little sister.

“Uh oh, Mar-Mar.” Caroline said, a mischievous smirk spreading across her face. “You’re too stressed out; you know what happens when you’re too stressed?” Marcy soon felt her sister’s hands resting on her sides, eliciting a squeak and more giggling from the young girl.

“Nohohoho!” Her voice shot up in pitch as she felt fingers squeeze her sides, turning the small giggling fit into full-out laughter. “Carolihihine!”

“Caroline? Who’s Caroline?” The teen feigned ignorance. “I’m the tickle monster! And I’m here to tickle all that stress away!” Marcy’s cheeks turned pink at the word, her legs kicking out uselessly as Caroline tickled up and down her sides. She gently dragged her nails over the girl’s torso, drumming them against her stomach and earning squealy laughs in response.

“No fahahair!” Marcy barely managed to speak, curling up in attempts to protect her ticklish tum from her sister’s attack. Caroline wasn’t deterred though, instead sneaking her hands back and working them up to her little sister’s ribs.

“Aww, look at how cute you are!” Caroline cooed, playing Marcy’s ribs like a piano. “The tickle monster approves!” Marcy’s face went red at her older sister’s teasing, hiding her face in her hands to try and cover up the embarrassment.

“I’m nohohohott!” She squealed, shaking her head frantically. Caroline couldn’t help but chuckle at the reaction, continuing to spider over her rib cage until she snuck one hand under Marcy’s arm.

The screech that escaped the small girl practically shook the room. If Caroline didn’t have her hands stuck, she would’ve covered her ears, but it was too late for that. So instead, she kept up her ticklish assault, managing to get both hands under Marcy’s arms and earning frantic, squealing laughter in response.

“C-CUT IT OHOHOUT!” Marcy howled, no longer hiding her face as she tossed her head back. Tears had started to form at the corners of her eyes, and as Caroline heard some of her laughter turn to wheezes, she slowly let up so Marcy could breathe.

“So…how do you feel?” She asked, a small smile on her face as if she hadn’t just tickled her sister half to death. Marcy leaned back against Caroline’s chest, slowly catching her breath as she glared up at the teen.

“I will…get you…someday.” She panted. Caroline chuckled, ruffling her hair softly.

“Sure, kiddo.” She replied. “But I was asking about your stress. Is it gone?” Marcy paused at the question, taking a moment and realizing that she did actually feel better. Whether it was because of the distraction or spending time with her big sister she didn’t know, but she felt better nonetheless.

“Yeah, I actually do feel a lot better.” She said. “Thanks, sis.” Caroline grinned, giving Marcy a hug in response.

“I’m happy to help, Marcy.” She told her. “And I’ll be sure to talk to your parents about this, okay?” Marcy nodded into Caroline’s shoulder as she returned the hug, a soft smile still on her face. As long as she had Caroline’s support, she knew things would be okay.

“Oh, nice hair, by the way.” Marcy piped up, pulling back. Caroline chuckled, fluffing her own hair momentarily.

“Oh yeah, I thought I could use a new look.” She replied. “After all, I’m eighteen; I’m an adult now.” Marcy gave her a lopsided smile.

“It definitely makes you look like…you.” She said. Caroline raised an eyebrow, picking up on the subtext easily.

“Says the girl with a crush on her best friend.” She countered. Marcy’s face went pink.

“I do not have a crush on Anne!” She argued. Caroline’s smirk only grew.

“I never named Anne.” She told her. Marcy fell silent.

“I- well-” she tried, but her words died in her throat. Caroline looked back up at her with the same mischievous glint, making Marcy’s blush worsen.

“You know,” the teen mused, “the tickle monster doesn’t like people denying their feelings, either.” Before Marcy could move, Caroline scooped her up again, tickling away and sending her little sister right back into a giggling mess.

The afternoon consisted of playful banter and tickle fights, but if Marcy was honest, she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[loremaster4aot]

TEACH ME HOW TO DO IT

reader x floch

y/n is doing her math HW, but she's failing miserably, so her bf, who's also her classmate, comes to help her

you've been rereading the same paragraph again and again, but you didnt understand anything. it didnt make the slightest sense for you.

you were calculating quadratic formula from every way possible, but the result was always bad. the result sheet at the last page of the book showed only the right answers and not the process of numeration. tomorrow is an important test and you dont know how to calculate the simplest paradigms. the stress was hard to bear, you wanted to be calm, but your nervousness was stronger.

a deep breath filled your chest and told yourself to not give up and start from the begging. that didn't help. you pressed the pencil in your hand as you broke the graphite and made gray smudge on the paper. tears began to roll down your cheeks and you crumpled another paper with foiled calculation into trash bin. this was pure misery.

you checked your mobile to escape from math hell just for couple of minutes. a text appeared in your notifications. it's your boyfriend

,,y/n look at this, it reminded me of you" floch sent you some youtube link, but you didn't open it.

,,babe, what are you doing?" you completely ignored the video he sent

,,just bored in my room. and thinking about what you might be doing. you mind telling me? i wanna know."

,,well..im feeling really bad"

,,im coming over right now"

he wasn't even here and you already saw him as your hero. he's incredibly smart at math and he acts cocky around his classmates for it too. floch always enjoys his math lessons, especially when he can solve a formula in front of you and the whole class.

you were proud of him. everyone struggled while he solved it in the blink of an eye. they cursed him and complained about his quick calculating, but screw them. peasants were just jealous.

finally you heard a knock on the door. you rushed to open them. floch stood in front of you and as he saw you crying, pain filled his eyes. it broke him to see you like this. usually, he's the one to make you cry, but seeing that someone or something else did this to you, makes him mad.

he didnt want to catch the attention of another students in the hallway so he quickly stepped into the room and closed the door.

,,y/n, what's wrong?" he began wiping the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.

you were a sobbing mess, so you didnt said anything, just hugged him tightly as you heard his heart beating in a steady rhythm.

,,calm down, im here with you, just tell me already. please, i dont want you to be sad over someone else." floch said

,,its... the math.."

,,again"? he isnt suprised

,,okay, sit behind the table" floch ordered

you felt warmth in your chest as he said it. that line made him look very authoritative. in the matter of fact, he could even be a math teacher. but if you'd be his student, he surely wouldnt go easy on you.

floch was standing at your right side, his hand writing some numbers. his grip around the pencil was strong as he moved and wrote some formulas on the paper. he was explaining them, but you couldn't concentrate at what at the moment. hands caught your attention instead. they were manly, big and...

,,so how would you solve this?" he asked and looked at your surprised expression

,,were you even listening, y/n?" floch continued

,,floch, please can you explain it to me one more time? i didnt catch every detail. pretty please" you tried to hide staring at him under a lie

,,you're so lucky that im deciding to go soft on you. i dont want to see you crying again. for today" he started explaining everything from the start. this time, you actually paid attention to the content he was saying and it became clearer for you.

your math teacher always made every topic hard to understand. with floch, you understood everything so easily. why? was it because you gave his words more attention, or perhaps, bigger value?

,,floch, what would i do without you?"

,,probably fail your test" smirk appeared on his face

you giggled. he was actually telling the truth so there was no point in opposing him. in fact, its never a good idea to oppose your precious boyfriend in anything.

,,after you pass your exam, i might give you some reward" his words motivated you to do your best. you want to look the best in your boyfriends eyes.

,,now finish this" he gave you a paper with harder problems to solve

after about ten minutes you handled it to him with result you got. stress filled your body. he started examining it and it felt like he was staring at it for an hour. in reality, it mightve been 15 seconds.

,,correct" as he said this, you hugged him

,,floch, thank you, you're my hero" you squeezed him tighter

,,i will always be"

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my first time writing something like this. please take this in consideration.

[say-the-name-sebongie]

That's Great!

Synopsis: For a college student, eating a proper meal is hard. Eating a proper meal during exam season is harder. But eating while your best friend confesses to you is the hardest of all.

Pairing: Soonyoung x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, collegeAU!Soonyoung

Warnings: mentions of not eating properly 

Word Count: 1.1k words

Since the exam season had started, Nara always forgot to take her meals at the right time. She knew that it wasn't good for her health but it couldn't be helped. An entire day didn't seem to be enough to finish studying so meals weren't a priority. But now that hell week was over she could finally eat in peace.

Rummaging through the cupboards of her shared dorm, she managed to conjure up a simple meal of cup ramen and a half-empty bottle of coke. She could wait for her roommate to come back from the grocery and have a full meal but her stomach rebelled against the idea. She placed her food on the coffee table and sat down on the floor to eat.

Just as she was about to have her first spoonful, her phone rang. The contact name Sunshine flashed on the screen making her smile despite herself. She answered the video call and propped her phone up against the bottle of coke.

"Ayoooooooo!" came the boy's voice.

_____ took in the sight of his slightly messy hair and crumpled hoodie. She still hadn't gotten used to the way he looked now. She and Soonyoung had been friends since they were little. Back then she would get into fights with the people who would tease him for his braces and short stature. Older boys and girls would always pull in his cheeks and hurt him but he was too nice to fight back. He would always tell her how ashamed he was that he had to have a girl protect him all the time but she always dismissed him. She was his best friend after all. After getting separated in high school and losing contact, she thought that the friendship they had was gone.

It was the first day of university when they met again. Different clubs and organizations were advertising on the pathways. Booths with sign-up sheets were set up for anyone interested to join. _____ happened to be sitting a little way from all the chaos, quietly observing when someone placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and was surprised to see a very good looking guy looking down at her. He looked vaguely familiar. All it took was a smile to make her remember Soonyoung's name.

Since then they had gone back to being best friends, except things were a little different now. Though _____ had also gone through some changes during puberty and high school, it was nothing compared to what happened to her best friend.

To say that puberty hit him like a truck was an understatement. Soonyoung was no longer that boy that everyone bullied and picked on. He was taller than her now and had lost all his baby fat. The boy who was too scared to fight now boasted a black belt in martial arts and was given a sports scholarship by the university. Her best friend that had been chased by bullies before was now being chased by girls (and boys) wherever he went.

But what had changed the most was how she saw him. On that fateful first day, something felt different and after talking to her roommate about it she was sure. _____ had fallen for her best friend.

"Are you eating dinner? Wait I'm gonna get some food too." Soonyoung said before leaving the frame. Returning with a heated bowl of fried rice, he proceeded to ask her about her day. They talked about everything that happened the past week and laughed about the mistakes they probably made in their exams.

As Soonyoung was recounting his math exam where and how he forgot what the quadratic formula was, she thought about how she would miss these kinds of conversations when the time came that he would get a girlfriend. That situation was inevitable. _____ had already accepted that when the semester began. Upon seeing the number of people who admired him she knew that she was no match for them. So many people wanted him. which was why she kept her feeling secret. Except to her roommate of course. That girl had a way to make you spill anything.

"Are you even listening to me? You've been awfully quiet." from the other side of the screen, Soonyoung was genuinely worried. He knew that his best friend was the type to hide things. He usually didn't know exactly what was going on but he could tell when something was wrong. After all, he had loved her for a long time.

When he first met her during middle school, he was a shy and weak scaredy-cat who always hid behind his best friend while she fought off the people who would pick on him. Soonyoung soon developed a crush on her but couldn't bring himself to admit his feelings. How would such an amazing and courageous girl like her want to be with a coward like him?

Determined to change himself, he fought through the pain of training in martial arts, gained his confidence, and even learned from his new high school friends on how to dress better. From the number of people who confessed to him daily, it seemed like he had done a good job. He just couldn't figure out why she still didn't like him.

The sound of a door opening in _____'s room made the two jump.

"Sorry Soonie, I'll just mute myself my roommate just came home."

"Yeah, go ahead."

He watched as _____'s finger came closer to the screen, bloking it slightly, to press the mute button. The girl then proceeded to ask her roommate what she bought. It took the boy a few seconds before realizing that she didn't actually get to press the mute button. He decided to play a prank on her and listen in to what she and her roommate, Darim, were talking about.

"Isn't that the guy you're always talking about," Darim said as she looked into her roommate's screen. Soonyoung's wars pricked up at that sentence. He stared at his food and pretended to mix it so they wouldn't suspect that he could hear them.

"Don't you like him?"

"Yeah."

He looked up and saw his best friend blushing. Were his ears deceiving him?

"Why don't you confess to him? He's right there." Darim said pointing at the screen. _____ gave a small smile and stared at her screen where Soonyoung was putting a spoon in his mouth.

"Yeah, Darim's right, why don't you confess to me?"

At the sound of his voice, the two girls froze. He smiled that his plan had worked. Too bad he forgot to record his screen to catch their reactions. His best friend slapped her roommate in the arm who in turn gave her a look and winked. Darim waved goodbye to Soonyoung and skipped to the kitchen, very happy with what she had just done.

"You like me right?" he asked _____. The girl nodded sheepishly, not meeting his eyes.

"That's great then, let's date."

[clumsyclifford]

is this a prompt? does he know by 1d... has a lashton vibe

not REALLY related because i made this fic a non-sketchy version of does he know but when i started writing this fic i went to look up the lyrics to does he know on genius and i CANT STOP LAUGHING AT THE SONG BIO ALFKGJFDKGMKZCJB

ANYWAY MOVING ON LETS GET TO THE FIC LAKFJGJKFDMG

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Ashton likes to think he’s largely unflappable, but holy shit this guy is hot.

Usually Ashton doesn’t notice, but he’d happened to skim his eyes over the front door just as the most attractive person Ashton has objectively ever seen pushes through it, arm slung very unfortunately over some other bloke’s shoulders. Ashton can’t tear his eyes away. There’s a messy flop of golden curls on the guy’s head and he’s got these broad shoulders and legs that just go on forever, and Ashton can’t breathe, honestly, he can’t.

“Oh, holy fuck,” Calum murmurs. Ashton starts; he’d forgotten about Calum for a moment. “Did you see that guy who just came in?”

“The blond? Yeah, holy fuck.”

“No, not him,” Calum says dismissively. “I mean — he’s fine, but I meant the other one. The friend. Bright red hair.” 

They’re both still watching as the pair make their way into the crowd of people at the party, both waving at folks left and right like they frequent this place.

“Huh,” Ashton says, staring after the blond. “Uh, I guess? Not really my type, but, um, go for it?”

“I don’t think I can go for it,” Calum says dryly, as the redhead smacks a sloppy kiss to the blond’s cheek and then disappears among the people. 

Ashton sighs loudly. “Fucking hell. All the good ones.”

“I’ll fucking drink to that,” Calum says, and indeed does drink to that. In fact, he finishes his drink to that, and then says, “Okay, I’m gonna go get more alcohol and pretend I’m not thinking about that red-haired guy,” and vanishes before Ashton can ask Calum to grab him another drink too.

Ashton leans against the wall, letting the energy of the party wash over him, all the terrible music and loud chatter and bad dancing. Not to mention the lingering scent of weed. 

Caught up and eyes unfocused, he doesn’t really notice the hot blond guy turn until they’ve locked gazes. Ashton’s eyes widen and he quickly looks elsewhere, but when he sneaks a look back, the blond guy is ducking his head. His cheeks are flushed, and unless he’s managed to get wasted in the time since he’d come into the party, he’s blushing.

Well. Fuck. That’s no good.

And then the blond guy starts picking his way over towards Ashton.

Fuck.

There’s no way to escape this without being rude. Ashton could act disinterested, maybe, but honestly he’s not sure he’s that good of an actor. Closer up, Ashton can see the piercing blue of hot blond guy’s eyes and — his cheeks are shimmering, and so are his eyes. He’s wearing makeup. Fuck, fuck, fuck, okay. Fuck.

“Hi,” says hot blond guy, with a broad grin. “Any particular reason you were staring at me?”

“I wasn’t,” Ashton blurts out. “I didn’t say I minded,” hot blond guy says, smirking. “I’m Luke.”

Ashton grasps for something to say, and then realizes the polite thing would be to introduce himself. “Ashton.”

“Ashton,” Luke says appreciatively, and Ashton wants him to repeat just that forever, just say Ashton’s name until he’s forgotten how to say anything else. It sounds like a song when it rolls off Luke’s tongue. “Nice to meet you, Ashton.”

“You too,” Ashton says. His mouth feels dry. How do you hold a conversation? What’s an appropriate thing to ask? Hey, could you maybe go spend time in a room where I can’t see you? I think you’re really hot but I don’t want to piss off your boyfriend because he looks metal as fuck.

“What are you studying?” Luke asks.

Studying. Studying? Because college, Ashton’s brain helpfully supplies. “Oh,” he says. “Uh, philosophy.”

“Fuck,” Luke says, eyebrows raised. “That’s a major for sure.”

“I like it.”

“You’d have to, to major in it,” Luke says. “‘S just inane chatter to me, but to each their own, I guess.”

“It’s not —” Ashton bites down on his incensed comment in defense of philosophy, because Luke looks like he’s joking. “Uh, what about you?”

“Maths,” Luke says. “Something logical, that has concrete answers.”

“God, but at what cost?”

Luke laughs. It fills the room. “You’re not one to judge my major, Mr. Socrates.”

“That’s Your Majesty Socrates to you.”

Luke bows exaggeratedly. “Sorry, of course, Your Majesty Socrates.” Heat pools in Ashton’s stomach. 

This is bad. This is really, really not good, because any minute now, Ashton’s going to say something terrible like will you come back to my room with me? or does your boyfriend know you’re talking to me? or something like that, and everything will be in shambles. Ashton should cut this off right now. 

“Do you want a drink?” is what he says instead, like a fucking moron.

Luke smiles lightly. “Tempted to take you up on that,” he says, “but no, Michael’s getting me one.” He glances over his shoulder. “Or at least he should be.”

“Michael?” 

“Hey!” As if summoned, the red-haired guy from before materializes, throwing his arm over Luke’s shoulder and handing him a red solo cup. “Drink up, young padawan.”

“You’re a fucking nerd,” Luke says, with so much fondness that Ashton feels violently like he’s witnessing a private moment. To Ashton, Luke gestures to the guy who presumably is Michael and says, “Michael.”

“Michael! That’s me,” Michael announces loudly, grinning. “Who’s this?”

“Ashton,” Luke says before Ashton can answer. “He’s a philosophy major.”

“Holy shit, man,” Michael says, with a look of pure disgust. “How.”

“That’s what I wondered.”

“I like it,” Ashton says again, wondering if he’s really going to have to defend philosophy as an area of study tonight, at this party he’s increasingly thinking he shouldn’t have come to. “Anyway, Luke’s a maths major, so I don’t really think I deserve to be judged.”

“Please, I know that,” Michael says, rolling his eyes. “Luke’s the absolute worst. You know he got a tattoo of the quadratic formula without telling anyone? Not even because of any fucking sentiment. He just likes the quadratic formula.”

“I like to sing the song!” Luke protests weakly, while Ashton snorts a laugh. Before he can ask — or refrain from asking — to see it, Michael is pulling at the collar of Luke’s shirt until it dips enough for Ashton to glimpse what is most decidedly the quadratic formula in black ink. Ashton’s breath catches in his throat.

“And he has the nerve to call me a nerd,” Michael grumbles, releasing Luke’s collar but resting his hand instead on Luke’s shoulder. 

“Sounds like you guys know each other really well,” Ashton says, hating himself.

Luke nods. “Unfortunately.”

Michael elbows Luke. “Hey, fuck you. You love that I know everything about you. That’s what makes us so good.”

“I love that you blast Stacy’s Mom to wake me up every morning because I had one two-week obsession with it freshman year?” Luke says, dry.

“Yes you do,” Michael says, smirking. “I hear you singing it under your breath when you think I have headphones in. Don’t think I don’t know.”

“You’re a piece of shit,” Luke says threateningly, and Michael giggles.

Ashton wonders if there’s a sly way to flee this situation.

“Hey!” Oh, thank fucking God. Calum. Ashton turns, relieved, but Calum’s not looking at him; he’s looking at Michael, and looking affronted. “What happened to back in a sec?”

“Oh, fuck, sorry,” Michael says. “Had to get Luke his drink and then I got caught up.”

“Wait,” Ashton says, looking between Calum and Michael. “Cal?”

Calum looks at Ashton and then sees Luke, and his mouth curves into a big smile. He approaches Ashton and whispers in his ear, “They’re not boyfriends! Shoot your shot!”

“What do you mean they’re not boyfriends,” Ashton whispers through gritted teeth.

“Exactly that,” Calum whispers back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go seduce the hell out of Michael, although I will give you the room if you work it out with Luke.” Calum kisses his cheek and then whirls away, and Michael gives a little wave as they head deeper into the party.

Ashton turns to Luke, though he’s not sure what he’ll say, but Luke is just watching Calum. “Your boyfriend?” Luke asks, a steely edge to his voice.

“No!” Ashton almost shouts. Luke looks surprised. “No, holy fuck, Calum? Just my roommate. And, like, best friend, but — God, no.”

“Oh,” Luke says, and smiles. “Good.”

“And Michael’s not your boyfriend?” Ashton says carefully. Luke makes a face like he’s just swallowed something very sour.

“I’d rather kiss a monkey than Michael,” he says flatly. “I mean, I love him, but no way.”

“Huh,” Ashton says, and watches as Luke takes a long drink from his cup, Adam’s apple bobbing. He traces the column of Luke’s throat with his gaze and then keeps going, giving Luke a full once-over. When he looks back up, Luke is watching him.

“So there was a reason you were staring,” Luke says lightly. His eyes give him away, though, intense and fiery, like a challenge he’s waiting to issue.

Ashton swallows. “I wasn’t staring.”

“Oh, come on,” Luke says, edging closer with a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. Ashton watches him swipe his tongue over his lips and wonders if it’s possible to suffer a heart attack at the ripe age of twenty-one. “Game’s up, Ashton. Cards on the table.”

“I don’t play poker.”

“There are better ways to reject someone’s advances,” Luke says calmly.

Ashton wonders why he’s the world’s biggest dumbass. “I’m not rejecting your advances.”

“Good,” Luke says, so close now that Ashton can feel his breath, can practically taste the awful beer in Luke’s cup. “Your place or mine?”

“Mine,” Ashton breathes, and Luke grins, absolutely filthy and gorgeous.

“Lead the way.”

[thelazyeye]

36 Stan/Richie

...to give up control

Roommate arguments don’t typically get this bad. 

“You are so fucking uptight!”

“I am not.”

Sure, living with Richie wasn’t easy. But it sure as hell has never gotten to this point before.

“Yes! You are!

“No, I’m not!”

This point being Stan gesturing at the pile of dirty dishes in the sink and Richie gesturing wildly while they scream at each other. They’ve never fought like this before. Not freshman year, not sophomore year. Why is junior year so different?

“You couldn’t let loose and have fun even if you wanted to. You’re literally a rubber band ball that’s about to snap.”

“Just because I like to have my life under control doesn’t mean I’m uptight. Not everyone likes to live like a fucking slob, Richie.”

Stan was just about ready to pull his hair out. Every single time Richie opened his disgusting mouth, Stan just wanted to swing. He’s never really been much of a fighter, but if Richie doesn’t shut the fuck up they’re going to get public safety called on them. Maybe even the cops. 

“You know, there’s such a thing as too much control. Not everything needs to be put away all of the time. You don’t have to live every second of your life on a strict schedule. Let me guess, you can’t stay and chat for too much longer because right after ‘ride Richie’s ass about the dishes’ you’ve penciled in ‘take a massive shit to remove the stick from up your ass.’”

Control is a good thing. It is. If it wasn’t, Stan would have knocked Richie’s teeth out the second he got within range. Instead, Richie’s teeth are intact as he stands a mere foot away from Stan. 

“Fuck you, Richie. You’re a walking disaster. Literally, a walking disaster. You’re late to class every single day, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work on a single assignment outside of cramming shit in the night before. You stay out late every single night doing god knows what. You don’t even do your own laundry, Bev has to come over here and do it for you. It’s pathetic.”

“You wish you could live like me. Do you know how freeing it is to not let a planner dictate your life? I get my shit done, I get good grades, and I have a social life. It’s fun, you should try it some time, Stan.”

Now he’s stomping around the living room, waving his arms like an asshole. God, he makes Stan’s head hurt with his stupid voice and his stupid face. 

“I have fun.”

“The quadratic formula isn’t fun, Stan. You need to get out of this dorm and let go. And before you start, yelling at me isn’t letting go. Even when you yell you pronounce every single letter in a word. You’re so fucking uptight”

There’s that word again. It’s under Stan’s skin like a splinter, jabbing and sore. 

“Stop calling me that.”

“Make me.”

Stan isn’t sure what exactly it is about those two words that make him snap, but boy howdy does it flip some sort of switch because suddenly he’s got Richie by the collar and has him pinned against the wall. 

“Shut the fuck up, Richie. Jesus Christ, when will you learn when to stop.” He punctuates his statement by roughly jerking at Richie’s collar again, shaking him and knocking him against the plaster. 

Richie doesn’t seem to phased, though. Whatever cracked out grin he had before has turned into a smirk and Stan isn’t sure how much longer he’s going to be able to pull his punches. 

“That’s it, Stanny, let it out! Tell me how you really feel!”

“I’ve been telling you how I feel, you dick. Everything you do pisses me off. You let your disgusting dishes pile up in the sink all week, you leave your shoes in the doorway, your hair clogs the drain! I can’t stand it anymore, it’s driving me up the fucking wall! And the worst part is that every time I see your fucking face I just want to –”

He stops himself short, unsure of how he was going to finish his sentence. Punch him? That would be the reasonable answer. The logical one. But it isn’t the one that almost came out of his mouth. 

“What? Finish your sentence like a big boy, Stan. C’mon!”

Without thinking, he lunges forward and crushes Richie’s mouth against his. 

It can hardly be classified as a kiss. It’s far too violent, too much gnashing teeth. It’s more like Stan punched Richie in the face with his own face. Someone’s lip gets cut somewhere along the way and they both get a nice, harsh taste of copper.  

When they break apart, Richie’s stunned look only lasts for a fraction of a second before he laughs. 

“If I knew fucking up the dishes was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back, I’d have done it years ago.”

[enragedbees]

Wretched/Deluded

Pairing: Prinxiety, side Logicality

Summary: As Virgil helps Logan get ready for a date, he reminisces back to when they first met in high school.

Warnings: Swearing (If I missed anything, please let me know!)

Words: 3030

Song rec: Factories by Autoheart (This is less of a theme for this chapter, but more of the theme I’m using for the fic in its entirety!)

A huge thanks to the lovely @fall-sunflowers for being my beta reader!!

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Chapter 1: To Put Together Me

         ~ -222 days from The Beginning ~

Virgil heard the front door of his apartment slam shut.

        He switched the tab on his laptop from Tumblr to LinkedIn and got up from the couch, leaving the screen open and facing out as if to prove that he’d been doing what he was supposed to. His roommate walked through the kitchen, grinning.

        “Hey.” Virgil walked across the room and leaned against the wall. “You look happy.”

        “I am.” Logan opened the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle. “I have a date tonight.”

        Virgil grinned. “You finally asked that guy you met?”

        “‘Finally’ seems rather melodramatic. I waited a perfectly reasonable amount of time before asking him out.” Logan cracked his water bottle open. “I’ve only known him for two weeks.”

        “And for two weeks you haven’t stopped talking about him.”

        Logan rolled his eyes. He took a drink and set the bottle down. “How goes the job hunt?”

        Virgil grimaced and sat back down on the couch. “I can’t find anything worthwhile.”

        “Maybe I can ask Patton tonight if he knows of anyone who’s hiring.” Logan offered. “He knows the city well.”

        Virgil scoffed. “You can’t ask that on a first date. He’ll think that’s the only reason you took him out.”

        Logan’s eyes widened. “Okay, I won’t.”

        Virgil grabbed his laptop. “When are you picking him up?”

        Logan checked his watch. “About two and a half hours.”

        “And what are you wearing?”

        Logan looked down at what he had on. “I was just going to wear this.”

        Virgil stopped. “You’re kidding, right?”

        “No. What’s wrong with it?”

        Virgil shook his head, eyes wide. “You can’t wear your daytime clothes on a date! Especially not when he’s already seen you in them that day. Do you want to look like you don’t care about going out with him?”

        “Well, obviously, not,” muttered Logan.

        Virgil sighed loudly and stood up. ”Come on, I’ll find you something.” He clasped Logan on the shoulder. “I guess some things never change.”

        Logan rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “It’s not like I’m helpless without you.”

“You’d like to think that, wouldn’t you?” Virgil lightly pushed against Logan into his room and started to rifle through Logan’s closet.

~

        ~ -3110 days from The Beginning ~

Virgil Terek had no friends.

        And he was okay with that. He enjoyed being alone.

        It’s not like he wasn’t likable. He wasn’t an outcast. People were nice to him and he was polite back.

        Virgil just didn’t make an effort to put himself near other people. If he auditioned for the school musical, he’d be immediately adopted by the theater kids. Same with choir, or art, or any kind of sport, all things he could excel at. He simply didn’t want to.

        Virgil didn’t want to join a group where he’d always be on the outside. He might have had a couple friends, but he was too far behind to ever be a part of some tight-knit collection of people who had been in that club together since childhood. Virgil would sit with them at lunch, hang out with them on the weekends, go to their birthday and graduation parties. But they wouldn’t ask to work with him on group projects in class. They wouldn’t pick him for their team in gym. Every time they made plans, it would be, “Oh, and you can come too, if you want, Virgil.”

        And it was far too dangerous to have a single best friend, instead of a group of people. Virgil would never depend so much on one person. He’d just get hurt when they left for someone else.

        Virgil was happy where he was. At lunch he sat in silence with the other kind-of-loners like him and did homework. At home, he read or wrote or listened to music or watched television or dicked around on his phone. Virgil was content.

        The lack of friends eliminated distractions from what really mattered to Virgil. He could focus on what he wanted to do, and never had to worry about not having enough free time to do it.

Virgil Terek entered the ninth grade with complete indifference. By that point, he had learned his place in the world. As long as he maintained his grades and took all his required courses and interacted with his parents every once in awhile, nobody bothered him. He was free.

        And Virgil had never had a problem maintaining his grades. Being categorized as a “gifted student” sometime in elementary school, he never struggled with completing an assignment or needed to study for tests. Virgil was placed in the advanced classes throughout elementary and middle school and had no problem breezing through them without trying or even enjoying it.

        He took Geometry CP freshman year because it was the logical next step. He had no idea how much different an advanced high school course was from an advanced middle school course. When Virgil didn’t immediately understand a concept, he didn’t ask for help. When he only halfway understood the quadratic formula or didn’t memorize the order of the postulates and theorems, he didn’t study, because he had never had to before, and everything worked out on its own. Virgil started getting the worst test grades he had ever received in his life.

        A few weeks into the course, he was barely pulling a D+. His parents and teacher kept getting on his case, Virgil didn’t know how to fix his grades, and he felt his freedom slipping away.

        Other students complained near him about doing poorly, but their worst was always a grade Virgil would kill to have again. And the most annoying part was the new student in his class who never complained, who never was unprepared or confused, who seemed to have already mastered every topic in the course yet participated and accomplished classwork with vigor like it was the most interesting thing going on in his life.

        Over the course of a few weeks, Virgil saw his irrational hatred of the kid intensify. Every time he got a poor test grade or failed assignment, he grew angrier at the kid who had no problems with the material. Everything about him annoyed Virgil. He was a freshman who had just moved into town, and he was still better than Virgil. He was very tall and very thin, which should have made him awkward, but he wasn’t. He dressed every day like he was going to work, tie and all. He spoke so professionally, almost robotically. He was stuck up and arrogant and took every chance he could to correct someone. But he had an A+ in Geometry.

        Virgil, slumped at his desk in class while the teacher passed back their most recent tests, let these thoughts stew. He begrudgingly took the paper his teacher handed back to him, upside down and folded, with a stern but encouraging glance in Virgil’s direction. Virgil grimaced and turned it over.

        A big red D- sat leeringly at the top of the page. Virgil sighed. He looked to the front of the room at the new kid, who was flipping through the test, observing it with noticeable interest, looking over the unmarked pages before setting it back on the desk with an obvious A+ at the top.

        Virgil rolled his eyes to himself. None of his closest acquaintances were in the same math class, and he didn’t feel comfortable asking the sophomores and juniors in the period for help. This kid who didn’t know Virgil and therefore, didn’t have a reason to turn him away, might have been Virgil’s only chance to get his life back to normal.

        He groaned inwardly. He wished he had another option.

        When the period ended, Virgil walked up to the kid, who was packing up his backpack.

        “Hey, how’d you do on the test?” Virgil asked. He hated small talk, but he was about to ask a complete stranger for help, and Virgil felt that he at least owed it to the kid.

        “I got one-hundred percent,” answered the boy. Virgil resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

        “Cool. I didn’t do so well.” Virgil slung his backpack over his shoulder and they walked out of the classroom. “I’m Virgil, by the way.”

        The kid furrowed his brow. “Like the poet? What kind of a name is that?”

        Virgil glared at him. He decided didn’t need straight A’s that badly. “Alright, fuck off.” He started to walk away.

        “Wait, I’m sorry.” The other boy at least looked sheepish. “I don’t have much of a filter or an understanding of social etiquette. I tend to speak whatever I’m thinking without realizing the effects of what I say.”

        Jesus, this kid. Virgil was sure he had just recited that from a textbook he picked up somewhere. He sighed. “Okay. I don’t think that makes it better, though.”

        The kid stuck his hand out. “Pleased to meet you, Virgil. My name is Logan Schlenke.”

        Virgil gingerly shook his hand and they continued down the hallway. “Okay, so here’s the deal. I’m kind of doing really badly in Geo and I can’t help but notice that you know what you’re doing.” He sighed. “Is there any way you can help me when I don’t understand what’s going on?”

        “You want me to tutor you?” asked Logan. “Sure, I can do that.”

        “It’s not tutoring, I just want a little help with the content.”

        “That would be called tutoring,” Logan offered.

        “No, I don’t need –” He stopped himself and gritted his teeth. “Fine, whatever, call it tutoring,” Virgil muttered. He bit his lip. “But you’ll do it?”

        Logan stopped. He looked at Virgil thoughtfully. “I’ll help you under one condition.”

        “Seriously?” Virgil groaned. “What is it?”

        “It’s become evident to me that in order to have a productive and enjoyable high school career, one must be on good terms with their classmates,” Logan said. “I’ll help you understand Geometry if you help me to understand how to interact with people.”

        Virgil raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’m your best choice to learn people skills, man. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I kind of keep to myself and don’t talk to anybody else.”

        “That’s not true,” Logan commented. “I’ve seen you talking with lots of people and everyone likes you. Besides, I don’t want or need actual friends. I just need to get along with the other students in the school.”

        Damn. This kid. Virgil was already regretting the decision. There had to be an easier way to pass Geo.

        He let out a breath. “Okay. I’ll help you.”

        Logan stuck his hand out again, and Virgil shook it. “It’s a deal,” Logan smiled.

        The two exchanged contact information, and Logan walked into his next class, leaving Virgil shaking his head in the hallway.

        Over the next few days, Logan went to Virgil’s house after school and worked with him on the content they learned in class.

        “Your main problem seems to be that you never learned how to study,” Logan noted. “If you practice teaching yourself the concepts you don’t understand in class, soon you won’t need someone to reteach it to you.”

        Virgil scoffed. “Why should I teach myself something when there’s a teacher getting paid to do it?”

        “Teachers or other professionals are useful to help explain a concept to students. Not all teaching styles work on everyone, so sometimes it’s necessary to find out how you learn best and teach it to yourself,” Logan explained, maintaining a remarkable amount of patience. “You should also pay attention in class more often.”

        Virgil tried to help Logan interact in social situations, but he had no idea how to teach him, or if any of what he knew would work for Logan. Logan tried his best, though, putting the same effort into studying people skills that he did in his schoolwork.

        “So, maybe, when you want to say something, just…don’t, for a bit. Until you think it over and decide it’s an acceptable thing to say,” Virgil offered.

        Logan’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t think I’ve tried that?”

        Virgil rolled his eyes. “Look, dude, I’m not really sure how it works for you, anyway. But if you want people to like you, you can’t say things that make you look like an asshole. Just…calibrate, I guess.”

        Logan’s eyebrow raised, but he said nothing. He jotted something down in a notebook.

        “And you have to lose the tie.”

        “Why?” asked Logan, genuinely confused.

        “Nobody wears ties to school unless they have to dress up. Don’t you own, like, a single t-shirt or something?”

        Horror flashed across Logan’s face. “Why would I wear a t-shirt to school?”

        “So you look like a normal human teenager and not a child trying to run for president.”

        Logan pursed his lips but wrote in his notebook again.

        Virgil took a breath. “Tomorrow, try wearing jeans, a nice t-shirt, and an unzipped hoodie. And brush your bangs forward a bit, your hair doesn’t have to all be going in the same direction.”

        Logan looked at Virgil like he had told Logan to wear nothing but a bathrobe to school, but he wrote it all down.

        And the next day, Logan walked up to Virgil at his locker, wearing skinny jeans with a brown belt, a long-sleeve gray and white raglan, and a green hoodie. He had his hair swept to the side, falling gently over his forehead, just high enough so it didn’t impede his vision.

        “Whoa.” Virgil grinned at Logan.

        Logan smiled sheepishly back, hands in the pockets of his hoodie. “I feel ridiculous.”

        “You look great, man,” said Virgil. And he really meant it. He could already feel a difference in the energy surrounding Logan. He could feel the other students no longer seeing him as an outlier or a stranger, but as someone who could be anyone else in the school. He’s one of us, they seemed to think out loud.

        And, for the first time, Virgil realized that Logan was actually a really attractive guy. He just hadn’t known how to express himself. For some reason, Logan had tried to confine himself to a professional, more mature style. But in this outfit, he looked comfortable, relaxed, more laid-back and easygoing. Though he was almost definitely nervous of switching up his style so suddenly, Virgil could see in the way he carried himself that Logan felt more like himself in this outfit, not trying to prove to everyone that he’s someone he’s not.

        They began walking down the hallway. “The most important thing about wearing this today is being confident in it. It won’t have as much of an impact if you doubt yourself.” Virgil said. “I know it’s a big change, but you’ve got to believe that you do look good.”

        “You told me I did,” Logan said. “I have no reason to distrust you.”

        As they walked, a few kids in the opposite direction smiled or nodded hello to Logan. He smiled back

        “How do you feel?’ Virgil asked.

        “I feel good.” Logan nodded. “I had no idea how much something as small as what I wore could have an effect on how I’m perceived.”

        “You’re already starting to seem like a real person to the others,” Virgil smiled. “Keep this up and I’d bet anything you could get any girl in the school.”

        Logan laughed out loud. “We’ll see. How did you do on the pop quiz in Geometry yesterday?”

        “I got a B,” Virgil grinned.

        “Well, that’s certainly an improvement, but I know you can do more. Are you free again this afternoon?”

        Virgil sighed. God forbid he be proud of less than his best. “Yeah, my place again?”

        Logan nodded and turned into his first period classroom for the day.

        As the days passed, Virgil slowly grew more confident in his abilities to learn and understand things himself. He noticed that he started asking questions in class when he was lost, and he noticed seeing Logan smirk with pride every time.

        Logan slowly grew more accustomed to social interaction. His robotic syntax and word choice didn’t change, but with the change in style, it began to seem quirky and intelligent rather than just arrogant. And though he still, with nothing but good and helpful intentions, corrected anyone who was wrong about anything, Virgil helped him to do it without making the other person feel stupid. Logan made friends, built connections, and started making a place for himself in the school.

        Virgil soon became confident in his ability to study and learn things on his own, which was a huge source of pride for him. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to properly study. As one last benchmark, Logan went an entire chapter without tutoring or explaining anything to Virgil.

        At the end of the chapter, his teacher handed him his test, upside down, with a pleased smile. Virgil turned over the paper to see a 96% A crowning the top.

        Virgil ran up to Logan at the end of the class as they walked out together. “I can’t believe I did it!”

        Logan grinned. “Congratulations.”

        “Man, I could not have done this without you. Thank you so much for everything,” said Virgil.

        “You’re welcome.”

        Virgil pulled his phone out. “Do you want to come over today? I have to text my mom but I know she’ll be fine with it.”

        Logan furrowed his eyebrows. “Is there another class you’re having trouble with?”

        “What?” Virgil looked up at him. “No, no. Not for studying. Just to hang out.”

        Logan raised his eyebrows.

        “Like, for fun?” Virgil continued.

        Logan’s face lit up. “Okay. Sure.”

        He turned and walked away, beaming. As Virgil watched him go, a realization hit him. He had been trying for so long to get his life back to normal, back to being alone and untethered. But now, he’d never be able go back to that life.

        “Goddamn,” he muttered.

        Virgil Terek had one friend.

        He walked away, shaking his head and laughing at himself, but unable to keep a smile off his face.