#but for these two classes it's like Straight Up Hard Math and then a whole bunch of coding principles for organizing very real data points

[its-captain-sir]

I think I made a mistake by taking both geophysics and data science in the same semester 💀💀

[acexsmhking]

Do you think you could do some headcanons for Toby if he was in college? I think it'd be fun to see something like that for him!! ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠��⁠✧

𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞

(𝗻.) 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲

╰┈➤ Tobias College Head-canons

Summary: Head-canon college for Tobias Rogers

Warning(s): 18+ content, mentions of math, mentions of canonical information, mention of alternative universe

Alternative Universe

Ooo I love this idea SO MUCH OMG

Since his parents kept him homeschooled pretty much his whole life, college is the first ‘real’ school he attends

Of course now that Toby is older they deem that he’s grown enough and that the world has grown enough to let the two collide

Toby… does not like college as much as he thought he would.. a bit of fault to his family

He’s grown so used, so attentive to his mother and sister’s care that being by himself finally is very difficult

He spends a lot of nights on call with Lyra to help himself

Connie calls 2-3 times a day no matter the time difference she always makes sure to call Toby on HIS time zone that’s appropriate

Since his dad is the one good with work Tobias often calls him to help with studying. He’s never quite had to study in the same sense as now so he has zero clue as to what the fuck he’s doing

Of course.. the world is still immature when Toby is college age, though maybe not as much as before but that doesn’t mean Toby doesn’t still come across some unsavory people

IDEA!!!: Toby attending the same college as Tim and Brian??? Omg so cute anyways

Toby mostly goes to a college in Oregon or Washington. He loves the climate and season changing, the nature and funny people

HE HATES CLASSES

He loves his profs though, they’re so funny unironically and he loves when his afternoon prof just brings her dog in

…idk anything about college sorry

He was always very academic gifted and college is no different but by the gods is it… a horror movie

Toby would probably major in something like biology, criminology, Human Resources or straight up psychology. It really depends!!

LOVEW HOLIDAYS, loves being able to go back home and hang out with his family and being babied by his mom

Calls his dad at 3am like “dad… what’s taxes..”

Current Universe

This is probably while he’s in the SCP foundation, they set up college courses for him to take

Again, Tobias is stupidly intelligent so he learns fairly quick

Finds out he hates math

Hates. Math.

But is ridiculously good at long division (actually his favorite… psycho)

He also loves multiplication but DO NOT ask him to multiply beyond 11, that’s when he starts losing it

Tim helps him a lot <3

Sometime Toby has a hard time remembering how to read English words so Tim explains it for him

“What’s that thing that go dirk dirk dirk..”

“Helicopter.”

“Yes!”

Tobias is actually so stupidly academically gifted he graduated earlier, which the foundation was actually thankful for

It’s hard lying to the government

Putting my own headcanons aside, foundation set up for Tim and Toby to live normal lives (under observation of course), they both live in their own separate townhouses

Private by Toby is still close to Tim when he has breakdowns

Again… 3am

“Timothy Wright, you never fucking told me about taxes!”

Falls off his bed laughing

“Why don’t they just tell me what I owe??? WHY DO I EVEN OWE ANYTHING.”

Toby might shoot a billionaire himself

Toby’s college experience in Canon-universe however is definitely 100% online with profs working FOR the SCP to help Tobias

They even set up for Tim to continue his own college courses since ya know.. he only finished somewhat and not everything he wanted to do

: ̗̀➛ This was such a cute idea thank you so much koa bear😽

[jupiter-esque]

could u write karma with a s/o that doesn’t get into trouble? Kinda like an opposite like they’re still outgoing but the type to never skip and only wanting straight A’s and are kinda sensitive in contrast to him? (🫶🫶ur writing is so cute idk if you still write for karmaa aaa!!😭)

Note: I will NEVER stop writing for karma 😤😤😤

Honestly?

He doesn't even really notice you at first.

Another student in class-E, just like any other.

Obviously that is until you managed to score higher than him in maths during exam season.

It started off as a miniature rivalry, very one-sided might I add.

He'd come to you smirking by the end of the next exam with a mark higher than yours only to be surprised when you smile widley and congratulate him.

Every. Single. Time.

Huh?

You're not supposed to do that, your eyes are supposed to burn with determination and annoyance. You're supposed to snatch that paper from his hands and wipe that stupid smirk off his face.

Clearly not.

Its not even a fake smile, there isn't even a hint of malice in your eyes.

It's almost as if you're happy for him.

You don't even know him, not properly at least.

This really changes perspectives for the assassin so now he's shifted into doing everything in his power for your recognition.

Which doesn't seem to be very hard to gain as he notices that you're a bit popular in class.

Not entirely popular, but if students come up to you they'll only get a sweet greeting every time as if they're a long-time friend of yours.

You're basically Koro-sensei's golden child. Wide sparkling eyes every time you put your hand up in class to you answer his questions, he could weep at how adorable you are.

Everyone comes up to you for anything really.

Help with homework, a quick check in, or just to talk. You're always so easy to talk to, so gentle all the time.

Even Itona will quietly chat with you in a corner.

You're just so...approachable.

In Karma's eyes that's unfair. He needs to catch your attention and now.

Maybe to prove something to himself or just boredom, he doesn't need a reason.

So now he's the one asking for homework help. He can answer the questions in his sleep, you know it too.

He's still gonna play dumb, tap you on the shoulder and muster up his best clueless look.

Even in class, Karma has "coincidentally" managed to switch seats to be your desk partner.

You didn't hear it from me but maybe an octopus-like teacher has something to do with that.

Anyway.

Now that you're basically knee to knee with him in class, this allows karma to charm his way into your every day life.

Constantly stealing away your time with anything he can possibly think of.

He'll do this thing where he just wraps his arms around your shoulders and sultry whine into your ear.

"_____, help me please?"

He'll even throw in a pout.

Nagisa has to pry him off of you.

You don't even ask why he's suddenly around you nearly 24/7, you're just glad to be of help really and though you think he's a bit strange he's quite sweet.

A well known charismatic (possible) sadist, but sweet.

Class trip? He's sitting next to you on the bus.

Getting ice-cream? He already knows your favourite flavour.

Study session? You'll need to work together, being the two top students in class it would only be sensible to partner up for academics. This lead to him coming over a lot and vice versa, need to keep those grades up you know.

Spending the weekend at home? Don't be silly, you're flying to the country of your choice on a whim with a certain red-haired 'friend' of yours.

Having rich absent parents really does come in handy sometimes.

But this whole game is tiring him out.

You've gotten close, yes. He's flustered you plenty, yes. But you haven't confessed to him at all!

It's infuriating.

He wants you to like him at least, because he's teetering on the edge of obsession for you.

Because 'friends' don't hold hands all the time, they don't hug longingly or stay up late thinking of the other.

It'll all click in to place when he just goes red in the face, kisses your cheek once and just spews his feeling out like a flood.

"I like you."

"...Oh."

(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ )

Coughing, he'll look away and pretend like nothing happened while trying desperately to renew his previous charm.

can the ground just open up and swallow him already, oh god.

“I…like you too.” you shyly smile

karma.exe has stopped working

[humpster35]

With his last breath

Emo!Matt x Popular!Reader

|Contains: bullying, sad themes, depression,anxiety, mention of self harm, yelling and mention of gang activity.

Diamond will used as a nickname for popular!reader

The school bell rang. The sound that signaled it was time for math class. It was a sound Matt had come to hate. He hated the feeling in his chest that felt like he couldn’t breathe, the way his eyes started to tear up as he walked past her.

As Matt put on his headphones, he made a left into the hallway to where the lockers were. Matt knew that he was getting ready to face her, and as if on cue, the girl passed him. He stumbled back a bit—feeling a slight shove.

“Move it emo.” The girl spoke whilst her hair swung side to side. The skirt swaying with her hips as she walked to the lockers.

Diamond was the schools golden child. She always got good grades, was on the schools cheer team and even dated the most popular guy in the whole school. Even though she wouldn’t admit it, they had grown up together. Diamond was always over at Matt’s house, because of a certain someone. Matt knew the guy very well, he was creative, hyper and an idiot.

As Matt put away his books, the loud music blaring in his ears still couldn’t drown out Chris’s loud laughter. With the roll of his eyes he walked up to the boys locker, determined to finally confront him.

Chris was he more outgoing brother. He’s always been more open to meeting new people and accepting them for who they are. Chris does however, have a hard time being told the truth about things. His mentality is, if it’s not broken, don’t try and fix it. Meaning he would never see Diamond in the light that Matt did, of course she’d never reveal it either.

Chris had met Diamond in seventh grade. They became the schools IT couple in no time, with her witty and snarky demeanor, along with Chris’s golden retriever energy, they were straight out of comic book.

“Chris.” Matt’s voice came out in almost a whisper as he watched his brother stare at Diamond apply lipstick. Chris looked at Matt and smiled immediately. Chris has always loved his brother, even though the two were so different and people talked, Chris never stopped showing Matt how much he cared about him.

“Matt. Hey what’s up?”

Matt didn’t smile and just pat Chris’s back. He could smell the weed emitting off his body and scratched his nose.

“I’m here for my math book. I gave it to you to use on Friday?”

Chris nodded and looked at Diamond. The girl was already staring at Matt, her gaze felt triggering to him. With a scoff she grabbed the book from Chris’s locker and basically threw it at Matt’s feet. Chris didn’t notice this though, as he started talking to his plug.

When Chris had got into a hockey accident and his leg became broken, his friend Trilly started giving him weed to help keep him calm. Ever since, he’s been using it and even got Matt to get high one time. Chris stopped speaking to Trilly for reasons Matt doesn’t know of, so he found a new supplier.

Matt picked the book up, feeling Diamond’s eyes on him. Once he stood back up, he locked eyes with her and for a second and noticed how she looked almost scared. That is until Chris came back and started making out with her right in front of Matt. This was normal for him, as Matt started thinking about old times, he walked to his next class.

Back in seventh grade, when Chris and Diamond started dating, she would hang out at their house. During the times Chris had to use the bathroom or go out of the room, Matt became a target for Diamonds rude remarks.

Seventh grade year was also the same time Chris had joined a gang. Nick, Matt and his parents were running low on money and someone needed to step up. Matt being the quiet one, didn’t even have a say in what decisions needed to be made. Nick was slowly but surely becoming afraid of Chris’s quick temper, so he allowed him to do what he want and rarely came around anymore.

When Diamond came into the picture that made Matt’s life an even more living hell. She would always point out the dark circles under his eyes or how quiet he was. Diamond even went as far as to calling Matt “creeper mattyb.”

It’s a childish thing to say, yes. Although Matt remembers how much Nick and Chris laughed at her antics. One time when Chris and Nick had hockey practice, Diamond came over. Matt stayed at home to play video games, because he had the flu. When Diamond saw Matt sitting in the living room eating, she would put on “shows” that included wearing one of his jackets and fake mimic slitting her wrists.

Diamond saw the tears forming in Matt’s eyes and stopped. She would hug him and tell him how sorry she was, but went back to her old ways when she got around Chris.

Matt never found the courage to tell his brothers. He didn’t wanna make Chris sad, especially since he’s always said he wanted to marry her. Nick did catch on to how much of a glare Diamond would give Matt. They would all be sitting on the couch or in the pool, and she would purposely scoot closer to him and make an angry face at him. This was when they were about 13 and Diamond was 12.

Matt finally made it to his class and found a seat in the far back on the right hand side. He always wanted a seat that he could look out the window of.

He has never been bad at school at all. Matt’s depression has just gotten worse lately. He recently found out a girl he was interested in and had been talking to, cheated on him. That and the fact that a gang named “Ricochet” had been going around killing people.

His relationship or situationship felt so raw to him. This was something he kept to himself obviously but, Diamond saw right through him.

It was one of Diamonds friends named Sonny. The girl had a known reputation but Matt didn’t wanna past judgement on her too quickly. I mean he was the “emo” of the school.

Matt sighed and started to actually pay attention in class. He knew no one in this class which was amazing. As he wrote down the equations on the board, the door opened and in walked Principle Moore. She looked upset and pulled Mrs. Tiron to the side to talk.

The teacher walked back inside, but not alone, behind her was Diamond. The school’s golden girl. Why was she here? Matt observed the situation carefully. She didn’t look sad or even upset, Diamond walked to the back of the classroom and sat in an empty desk next to Matt.

“Emo freak.” She spat and flipped her hair.

Matt noticed she did that a lot, would call him a name and then flip her hair. But he totally didn’t care about her so he just went back to writing down his work.

Diamond gritted her teeth and snatched Matt’s pencil away from him. She couldn’t understand why he didn’t pay attention to her.

“Listen to me when i’m speaking.”

Matt looked into her eyes and waited for her to continue.

Diamond smirked seeing how submissive he was being. His eyes were even dark than usual and his lips were a much paler pink.

“You that heartbroken that Sonny cheated on you?” Diamonds taunted.

Matt didn’t speak and looked at a tattoo on the side of her waist.

“You got a tattoo?”

Diamond looked down and then scrunched her face up before speaking.

“Why the fuck are you looking at my waist. Just wait until I tell your brother about this.”

Matt sighed and took his pencil back again.

“I’m older than Chris by the way.” He shot her a glance before continuing, “You should know that much, with as long as you’ve known us.”

Diamond remained silent for the next three minutes. The anxious bouncing of Matt’s knee caught her attention and she placed a hand softly on it.

Matt’s mind was racing at the thought of going home, seeing his mother tired from working herself to the bone and his dad nowhere to be found. He knew that Chris was gonna have to make another run later on, and he was gonna have to come with. He wished Nick was still around.

Diamond gave his knee a soft squeeze and pat. Matt stopped and continue writing. His body felt more calm and it’s like he escaped the panic attack that had been building and building. All because of Diamonds hand on his knee.

“You still a crybaby huh?” Diamond smiled softly and wiped a forming tear from Matt’s eye. She sighed and turned her attention to her own work. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and the principle came back in.

Diamond grabbed her things and got ready to leave but turned to Matt.

“Don’t worry Matty. Chris is gonna be careful this time.” Matt hated when she called him that. Her hand was on his shoulder and she rolled her eyes in annoyance of having to calm down him again.

Matt nodded and his puppy dog eyes made Diamonds own eyes soften. There was a heart inside of her after all.

tag list:

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[stariikis]

operation : be your boyfriend | yang jungwon

synopsis ; thousands of ways to say, 'i love you,' and jungwon can't even carry out one special procedure without messing up. that is, until your birthday rolls around and you're greeted by the kitten you've always dreamed of owning, at your doorstep...

pairing ; clumsy!jungwon x fem!reader | genre ; fluff, crushing, confessions | wc ; 2721 | warnings n notes ; you're not oblivious, you're just a little bit of a mastermind sociopath! appearances of sunoo riki heeseung and eunchae in this fic!

baby... i'm just tryna play it cool... but i just can't hide that... i want you ઇઉ

OPERATION 1 : SECRET ADMIRER

“Clearly, he’s not listening to us.” 

“Yang Jungwon…” 

“Yang Jungwon!” 

Jolting back to the present, Jungwon coughs awkwardly and jerks his gaze away from the girl across the room. He didn’t realise he was staring at the mere back of her head the whole time… how embarrassing for him. Shifting his gaze back to his groupmates, staring at him with a bemused expression, he clears his throat. 

“I’m on task,” he tries to say, but it comes out as a pathetic croak from the roof of his mouth. He has to clear his throat again. 

“What a liar,” Riki scoffs, following Jungwon’s prior gaze all the way to the front of the classroom. Doubled over with laughter by the board, yn seems to have an aura of gold surrounding her figure. In between rays of sunlight and flecks of fairydust, the way she smiles lights up the whole room like she’s in a fantasy book. 

Barely trying to conceal it, Sunoo stares towards her direction. Ironically, the words that leave his mouth as he does so are, “can you at least try to hide it? You’re too obvious.”

“I can’t believe she can’t tell yet,” Heeseung mutters. 

For some reason, the whole table goes quiet. In the middle of the silence, Jungwon can only hear the clacking heels of their Maths teacher walking around and the soft rustle of papers, amiable chatter as groups begin to complete their assigned project. But a single voice stands out in the crowd. 

Never mind. Jungwon only hears her now. 

Isn’t it ridiculous? How he believed that his initial crush on her would be short-lived, nothing more than an impulsive attraction that would fade once he got to know her. When she walked up to him, however, saying nothing but a simple ‘thank you for sending me notes for yesterday’s class!’, he felt like his heart would race out of his chest. Unfortunately for him, she was too charismatic. 

With a perfect all-kill streak of grades, she’s never gotten a grade below 90. Not a point out of place. It’s the kind of person Jungwon aspires to be, a much better version of himself. Yes, he gets straight As every term and yes he’s been the class president for three years on end, but it’s nothing compared to her level. 

For the past two years, ever since she joined the class with an air exuding and radiating sheer confidence, Jungwon has been trying hard to beat her. Once would be enough for him. He’s been trying so hard to defeat her, however, that he’s forgotten to try to tame his feelings for her too. 

About a week after he met her, the butterflies churning deep inside his stomach were already too much for him. In her locker, silver letters Jungwon begged Sunoo to help him calligraph donned the bottom of an indirect, vague love letter. From your secret admirer. He doesn’t even remember now what he wrote inside, but he does recall many descriptions of her pretty smile and easygoing personality. 

It was only a day later he found out that he had accidentally dropped it in the locker next to hers. Lee Heeseung from the class beside them walked past, a basketball under one arm and the other hand holding the letter and reading it aloud to Riki, walking briskly beside him. In an instant, Riki looked straight at Jungwon across the hallway and facepalmed. 

OPERATION 1 : SECRET ADMIRER : FAILED

wait a minute, what is this? my heart is going lub-dub, just keeps pounding

even from afar, oh, my, gosh! ; pulling me close, you're, my, crush, like a superpower

OPERATION 2 : INDIRECT CONFESSIONS

Daydreams. Flitting endlessly through your mind, like a paradox. It’s impossible to zone out during Biology. How dull you find the zoomed in aspects of all the systems in your body. Sure, you want to pursue something medical-related, but this class just isn’t it. 

“Jungwon’s staring at you again,” whispers your seatmate, Eunchae. She uses her pen to gesture behind you. Two seats diagonal to you both, Jungwon notices your glances his way and pretends to look elsewhere. He’s resting on the palm of his hand, the paper he took out to take notes on completely blank. 

“I can’t believe he’s the class president again,” you mutter with a tinge of bitterness. 

Eunchae sighs. She’s clearly heard enough of your one-sided disliking towards the student leader, and it shows in the way she decides to disregard you. “You don’t have to hate him. He obviously doesn’t reciprocate the hard feelings.” 

Of course he doesn’t. 

You try to hide a triumphant smile. Of course Jungwon doesn’t harbor any hatred towards you. Rather, it’s quite evident in the way he always asks you to be the first player in his team during PE, asks you if you want to group up with him, makes excuses to brush past you in the hallway – he’s always wanted something more than friendship. 

The one time you did agree to do a Korean Language project with him, however, when he came over to record the podcast you had written, all that got done was a bunch of giggles into the portable microphone. Jungwon, admitably, had a good sense of humor. And it, unfortunately, matched well with yours. 

You’re making this more solemn than it needs to be, you think to yourself, biting back a small smile to yourself. Shouldn’t it be a good thing that you’ve got Jungwon wrapped around your finger? 

Spinning your pen smartly, you sit up. Right. You’ve gotten out of many late homework submissions and responsibilities because Jungwon would literally cover for you with visible hearts in his eyes when he talks about you. You know you should feel guilty for exploiting him, but it’s just what a friend does, isn’t it? 

Friend. Another memory fades in. 

“Yahh, you’re so down bad you can’t even let her do her own work,” Sunoo mutters to Jungwon, quietly rearranging the papers. He thinks you’re out of earshot, but you can hear their conversation clearly from your desk. 

Jungwon shrugs his shoulders in the corner of your eye, and you swear he glances over at you for a second. “She’s my friend. Are you trying to say you never copy my homework?” 

Sunoo tsks loudly. “It’s different. She doesn’t need the help! You’ve seen her grades.” 

They divert into a small argument about whose grades are better, but you’re not really listening anymore. Your heart is starting to race uncontrollably, and you look desperately down at your chest. You’re trembling from the fact that Jungwon called you his friend? How pathetic. You bite your lip, squeezing your eyes shut as if juicing your brains of unwanted thoughts. 

But you can’t help but let out a short curse when your heart doesn’t slow down, your cheeks don’t cool off. Only Jungwon wants this. Not you too… 

And so when Eunchae finally gets bored of Bio once again, she leans in and pokes you. “Anyway, you know Jungwon has the fattest crush on you.” 

“Oh really?” you murmur, averting your eyes back to the liver diagram in front of you. Where you’re supposed to label, ‘oxygen-rich-blood’, you’ve scribbled ‘only jungwon’ in illegible handwriting. You pretend to act surprised, hiding the words with the palm of your hand. “He didn’t ask you to say that? Did he? As a prank?” 

Eunchae rolls her eyes. “It’s not a prank.” 

“So he asked you to say it.” 

“...” 

“I see.” You reach into your pencil case and pull out an eraser to wipe away the traces of your daydreams. It’s a good thing you do, because Eunchae suddenly looks over and teases you for falling asleep in lesson when you’re usually such a good student. If only she knew about the homework incidences. If only she knew about the thoughts that run through your head. 

What he’s trying to do is kind of… cute.

OPERATION 2 : INDIRECT CONFESSIONS : FAILED

my heart feels like a giant magnet, everything about you sticks to my heart, boy

we're magnetized, i admit it. this time, i want!

OPERATION 3 : LET'S GET IT!

She’s got to be joking, right? There’s no way… 

“Yeah, idiot, you’re invited to my birthday party. You got a problem with that?” (Name) scoffs at Jungwon, retracting the simplistic black and white invitation card in her hand. “Maybe you don’t deserve this?” 

“No!” He says a little too fast, reaching out to snatch it from her playfully. 

He reads it with a poorly hidden smile. Is he even trying at this point? He’s been on the verge of a proper confession for a while now. Why would he want to hide the fact that he really really really wants her to be his? 

“15 May?” He sighs, feigning disappointment. “Too bad, I can’t make it.” 

Wait for it…

“Really? That’s too bad,” she replies monotonously, walking away without a care. Not the reaction Jungwon was expecting. He releases a breath of air, only now realising that he’s been holding his breath. How boring of her. 

“I was lying!” He calls, smoothing out his school uniform and running down the hallway after her. “I’m definitely coming!” 

She clearly starts to laugh as she runs away from him, yelling, “come or not, it doesn’t matter to me!” 

Jungwon doesn’t give up. With a hand running through his hair, he chases her down the halls. He would chase after her for eternity if he had to. Eventually, he catches up to her with a tap on the shoulder. WIth a mock-annoyed look, she slows down, shoving his shoulder.

“What’s your problem?” She huffs, “Can’t I get a break around here?” 

Jungwon smiles. With just the right amount of delusion, maybe he can convince himself that whatever she’s spouting is just a white lie. Untruths to cover up the truth. She wants him back, he swears!

“You’ll never get a break,” he mumbles, suddenly going shy as he leans in closer. Just like I practiced with Riki. Just like I practiced…

“Annoyi–”

“From running through my mind all day.” 

When Jungwon finally dares to open his eyes (yes, he was so scared he closed them), he’s shocked to see an empty spot next to him. When he looks up and down the hallway, (Name) sticks out her tongue at him, taunting him. The unbothered glimmer in her eyes reveals that she hasn’t heard a thing. 

Once again, Jungwon leaves school with a pit of mild disappointment in his stomach. Not so upset that it hurts like hell, but the wound’s deep enough to leave a scratch.

OPERATION 03 : LET'S GET IT! : FAILED

completely opposite, our type ; you're J and i'm so P

S and N, polar opposites, but that's what pulls us in

INTERMISSION : BABY YOU'RE MY CRUSH

You hear it all.

What would Jungwon say when he finds out, that for a while now, you’ve been wrestling with your own complicated feelings, playing a game of tug of war inside your own heart? Nobody even knows you know. Nobody would even suspect you, of all people, to reciprocate Jungwon’s feelings. And, by this encounter, even Jungwon himself has no idea. 

i'll make it have a green light, girl's gotta have guts. so, let's go let's go, let's go let's go!

don't wanna hide it, the magnet in my heart. gonna follow my feelings and get with you, boy

OPERATION 4 : CATCH SOME FELINES (FEELINGS)

What would Jungwon do for love? Just ask him this one question. He’ll probably lie and tell you he doesn’t know, and doesn’t fall for the traps set out by catching feelings, but it won’t explain why he’s outside (name)’s house on her birthday at 8 in the morning. He could very well have come at 9, an hour before the party starts, but he wants to have some time alone with her. 

To present his gift to her, snugly bundled up in his arms. And to, uh, say some other stuff. 

He looks down at the pearl-white fluffy being, purring contently in his arms. Just a while ago, he got his inspiration for a birthday gift for her. She may have casually brought it up in the midst of discussion for yet another group project, but miniscule things like that stick with Jungwon for ages. 

“I want a cat…” she whines, when their group’s gotten sidetracked from their discussion topic. (what do you think the rate of pet ownership is like in Korea?) “they’re so cute. Oh, even better, a kitten!” 

“Just get one then?” Eunchae rolls her eyes, and Riki hums in agreement. 

“I would. Even my mum wants one. But it’s so much work to adopt one.” 

So much work to adopt one? Jungwon scoffs in his mind. Now take a look at the lengths I’ve gone to for you. And I don’t even know if you like me back. Am I stupid or am I stupid? 

“Yes, Jungwon? Can I know why you’ve summoned me so early in the morning?” Suddenly, the front door opens after many persistent tries to ring the doorbell. “I know you’re excited for my birthday… but this is just weird.” 

She doesn’t notice the kitten squirming in his arms, still rubbing her eyes blearily. She looks so exhausted that Jungwon wants to apologise for awakening her and almost runs away to save himself from the awkwardness. But he stands his ground. This time, he will succeed. 

The chronicles of Yang Jungwon’s confession story. It has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?

“Happy birthday.” He murmurs softly, daring to take a step closer and hold out his arms. At first, she squints down at the blur of fur in his hands, face smeared with confusion. It’s only when the furry ball lets out a small mew that she gasps and jerks her head back up. “I… I, uh…” 

Seeing her so amazed, with tears gathering in her eyes from the euphoria, he loses track of his words. His mind goes blank. Not knowing whether to continue calmly, or panic and die on the spot, he struggles to speak and feels his cheeks quickly growing with warmth. 

What if, just like we practiced doesn’t reassure him anymore, with the last time he used it as an affirmation turning out to be the greatest embarrassment of his life? Just like we practiced? He’s never practiced to be fluent and smooth. He’s always naturally been that way. He’s never had to fumble for the right words to say. Just like we practiced? When would he ever practice worst comes to worst with Riki? Come to think of it, he probably should have. He can’t handle standing here with such shame any longer. 

“I’m sorry for being so annoying I just really really like you and I don’t know whether you’ll like this gift or not, but I can’t go another day thinking you probably don’t like me back you can just reject me that’ll be better than misleading myself forever and ever…” 

He blurts in a small voice. 

And then, he repeats himself, louder and more confident. Like he usually is. “I like you…” 

“You must be blind, Yang Jungwon,” she says, laughing through the tears. A moment of silence passes as Jungwon tries to comprehend what he’s just heard. Blind? Why? She’s not going to say… “I like you, too?” 

It’s a question. It makes his heart race, but it doesn’t seem like enough.

“You do?” He chokes, his voice failing him. Blood rushes to his ears. “You don’t.” 

“Wait.” She clears her throat and claims, “I got nervous. I do. And it’s not the kitten, I know what you’re thinking…” 

Taking a step back, she receives the kitten into her arms and coos while Jungwon tries to process everything. “Though I’m so surprised, and so grateful. This gift is the most thoughtful thing ever. No joke.” 

She knows what I’m thinking… 

Jungwon frowns and steps even closer. He’s so close and she’s so pretty, teary eyelashes gleaming in the morning sunlight. “So you’ve known what I’ve been thinking, huh?” 

“I have.” 

The hard, challenging tone that seeps into her voice is all too familiar to Jungwon. When she leads him into her house for the second time in his life, all he’s thinking is, what a way to reminisce the moment he fell in love with her. 

“You wouldn’t get it.”

“Oh, but I do!” 

A game of wits, you could call it, is what sixteen year old them are playing. Head to head in number of points, they’re competing for first place. Jungwon hides behind his whiteboard, eagerly awaiting her response. She’s never going to guess what he had in mind. She’ll never write the same exact thing, letter for letter— 

“I know what you’re thinking.” She whispers mockingly, smirking as she reveals her answer while peeking over the top of his board. The answers match up. She’s won. “I know exactly what goes on in your head.”

OPERATION 4 : CATCH SOME FELINES (FEELINGS) : SUCCESS!

no push and pull, gonna run to you ; our chemistry yeah, i'm in too deep now no push and pull, no regrets, gonna zero in on you ; never holding back straight ahead, yeah 

this time, i want!

more of my works >

[zenless-zideblog-zero]

ZZZ sexuality headcanons

Because everyone else seems to do it.

~Phaethon Sibs~

Wise: Biromantic (slight preference for women) Pansexual, but like Theater Kid Bi/Pan. He IS LGBT+, but he's so dramatic about it the only people he ends up falling in love with are those with big dramatic reveals and backstories (Lycaon, Caesar, ETC.)

Belle: Demi on both accounts. She finds herself falling for girls more often but to be fair, an inordinate amount of the people she's around are Girls.

She has some Trans Vibes™ to me, but also just as likely to be cis.

~The Cunning Hares~

Nicole: Likes Women, and Certain men. Aromantic, but willing to be in a romantic relationship.

Anby: Sex positive Asexual, Panromantic. She only recently figured this out since she escaped her mysterious past.

Billy: Okay, him being a Robot, even a sapient one, makes the whole Sexuality/Romanticism thing weird to consider, but given the fact he has some kind of attraction to Monica that seems to be deeper than an emotional infatuation, so like. Straight? But also I reserve the right to change this in the Future.

Nekomata: Okay, as a bisexual it's hard not to make everyone like both men and woman as a form of projection, but also. Shooting her with the Bisexual Beam™.

~Belobog Heavy industries~

Koleda: Pansexual Demiromantic.

Grace & Anton: I am putting these two together because I cannot begin to fathom what is going on inside these People's heads. Should either of them have a sexual and/or romantic partner, they won't care what their partner is, in a way that is impossible to distinguish between Bi/Pan/Omni/Etc and Asexuality.

Simultaneously, I can also see them both being DEEPLY Homosexual, OR in the vein of "HRT Hit me like Freight Train" trans, but not both gay and trans.

Ben: Either the straightest man ever or the least flamboyant gay man in history, because on one hand he's a Bear (Heavyset Hairy Man) and a Bear (Furry) but also he's the accountant, which means he likely was in Business classes in college. I have never met a gay person good at math.

~Victoria Housekeeping~

Lycaon: I think he is like, pan/Omni/etc, but he's so deeply uncomfortable with being open to those he doesn't know he seems like he's demi.

Rina: Again, as a bisexual it's hard not to make everyone like both men and woman as a form of projection. But also, *Bisexuality Beam*

Corin: She really hasn't put much thought into it, but to seem 'normal' her kneejerk reaction to such a question is to claim that she's straight, even though she's still very much figuring herself out.

Sapphic, with unclear feelings towards men.

Ellen: (BisexualProjection.TXT) Sapphic, but Demi with guys, sort of like how Nicole is described.

~Criminal Investigation Special Response Team~

Zhu-Yuan: Comfortably Pan, terribly single.

Qingyi: Same thing with Billy where it's different because she doesn't have "Organic" Impulses, but also she's lesbian.

Jane Doe: She's so deep into the "Flirty Femme Fatale" Persona that she's forgotten what her actual preferences are. When is the flirting real, and when is it a ploy? If it was real would it actually be for this Guy/Girl?

She lands somewhere between Lycaon and Corin's deals in this way. I don't Think it's that clear to her, let alone to anyone else. She just needs to be allowed to be honest with others to be true to herself, and figure it out again.

Seth: Sex-Neutral Ace, Panromantic. He WILL Cuddle you after and he WILL Make you breakfast in the morning.

~Sons of Calydon~

Caesar: Bi, heavily leaning towards men because that's mostly what she can find in her romance stories.

Lucy: (BisexualProjection.TXT) As a revolution against her dad, she went HARD into being a lesbian, but the freedom and kindness provided by the Sons have let her really consider her options. She does like women a LOT, but sometimes ... she wouldn't mind a guy treating her like the princess she wants to be.

BUT TO BE CLEAR. She is a Disaster Lesbian for Caesar specifically. Caesar is basically the pinnacle of Sexual Attraction to which she bases all other potential partners against. She does not realize this and it is part of the reason she fights Caesar so much because of the Weird Feelings™ She gets.

Burnice: Literal Flaming Homosexual. The MOST Lesbian. If the bad word for gay (F**) didn't already have the hitorical context for it's existence, Burnice would be the origin of it.

Piper: Also a lesbian. She had a wife ten years ago, but they've divorced. This cannot be surprising to anyone.

Lighter: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY-

~Misc.~

Soukaku: A Child. Do not bother.

Soldier 11: A Good Soldier's only love is for their country, and their only marriage is to the code by which they live!

The amount of Psycho-sexual issues this Woman will have if she ever uncovers her own personhood will be Deep and Troubling. and HOT.

[littlemissmartha]

Lauren back in nappies!

[Note: This is a fictional ageplay fantasy for consenting adults. Real spankings are for consenting adults only. All characters are over the age of 18.]

Over the past few weeks, Lauren had been having a lot of accidents. It seemed like it had coincided with the new medication her specialist doctor, Dr Walker, had prescribed for her “behavioural issues”. Since she started taking it, she had less and less control of her bladder and bowels. She’d asked to stop taking it, but Mum had threatened her with a spanking if she didn’t do as she was told, so she reluctantly kept taking the pills.

The first time she’d wet her pants was four weeks ago. She’d been so embarrassed, and had resolved never to let it happen again. She’d been surprised that Mum hadn’t spanked her. After all, Mum and Dad smacked her bottom pretty regularly when she acted up. But Mum seemed surprisingly tolerant about her accident.

And somehow, it kept happening. She’d wet the bed three times last week, and wet her pants twice on the way home from school. And now, it wasn’t just wee. On Saturday, she’d done a poo in her pants in the supermarket while shopping with her parents. She’d needed a poo, had tried to release a discreet little fart, and had ended up fouling her knickers in public. It had been so embarrassing, but she’d been lucky that none of her friends were around to witness it. How could she be pooing her pants at her age?

She seemingly just couldn’t control her bladder and bowels any more. And this seemed to be coinciding with her struggling with schoolwork. Previously, she’d been top of the senior class, on track to start a physics degree at university, and a rebellious girl with a smart, quick mouth. Her rebellious nature was why she kept getting in trouble, despite good exam results. She’d chafed against the fact that, after the recent education reforms, she had to stay in senior school for an extra two years instead of going straight to uni.

But suddenly, she now found maths, science, reading and spelling really hard. She was quickly becoming the dumbest girl in her class. She felt like her brain was regressing somehow. 

It was only a matter of time before a truly humiliating accident happened at school. On Monday, it happened. A loud smelly fart slipped out in a maths lesson. She blushed bright red as the whole class turned to look at her. At the worst possible moment, she let out another wet, squelching fart, and realised she’d done a poo in her school uniform. The pungent smell wafted through the air, sending her classmates into fits of giggles. “Lauren shat herself!” squealed her mean classmate Katie.

Lauren’s teacher called Mum to collect her from school. Lauren was expecting a spanking. But once again, she didn’t get one. Instead, after showering and changing into clean clothes, she was taken to Dr Walker’s office.

“Let’s have a look, then, young lady. Pull your skirt and knickers down please, and kneel on the examination table,” he said briskly.

Lauren did as she was told, embarrassed about exposing her bare bottom to a male doctor. She blushed red as he prised her buttocks apart with his fingers and inspected her anus.

“Good girl,” he said soothingly. “Now do you know why you’ve been weeing and pooing your pants so much?”

“I don’t know,” said Lauren miserably. “It just keeps happening, and I can’t help it.”

Dr Walker laughed. “I can tell you why. The medication I’ve prescribed is regressing you. It’s taking away your bladder and bowel control, and your grown-up smarts, too. Soon you’ll be a big baby, totally dependent on your parents and teachers.”

“What?” said Lauren indignantly. “I-” She stopped, realising she was struggling to form the words to protest. She started crying impotent tears of rage. 

“I can see you’re angry,” said Dr Walker soothingly, “but your mummy and daddy know what’s best for you. Little girls who have tantrums get their bottoms spanked. I’m going to spank you now, and then I’m going to put you in a big crinkly nappy.”

“This really is best for you, Lauren,” Mum chimed in. “This was the only way to manage your behavioural issues. Now you can be Mummy’s little princess for ever.”

Dr Walker pulled Lauren over his knee and began spanking her bottom hard with the flat of his hand. Lauren squealed, kicked and struggled, but to no avail.

“Now,” he said gleefully, “time to put you in a nappy.”

He hoisted Lauren on to the examination table. Her mother held her down while Dr Walker applied talcum powder, and then put a huge puffy nappy on her. It had pictures of bunnies on it. Lauren wanted to protest, but, to her surprise, she found it oddly soothing. She was enjoying the texture of the soft, comfy nappy against her bottom. She thought how cute the bunnies were. 

“Shhh. There’s a good girl,” Dr Walker said soothingly. All her grown-up worries started to drain out of her mind.

After the nappy was on, Dr Walker produced an extravagant frilly pink dress in Lauren’s size. Lauren was too far gone to think this was strange. “That’s so cute and pwetty!” she said excitedly. “Can I have it?”

“Of course you can, sweetiepie,” said her mother, tousling her hair. “It’s for you. My little princess.”

Dr Walker helped Lauren into the dress. Lauren stood up and twirled happily, her mind full of kittens and bunnies and candy floss.

Mummy took Lauren’s hand, led her to the car and drove her home. Lauren bounced excitedly in her seat, happy about her adorable new dress. And wondering if Mummy would let her watch cartoons when she got home.

At dinner that evening, Mummy sliced up Lauren’s roast chicken, roast potatoes, carrots and green beans into small pieces, and fed her, as Lauren had realised she was no longer sure how to use a knife and fork. Lauren made a face about eating the carrots and green beans, but Mummy reminded her that she’d be spanked if she didn’t eat her veggies, so she opened wide and chewed obediently. 

After dinner, Lauren’s full tummy gurgled, and she did a big fart. She giggled. She wasn’t embarrassed. She thought farts were funny.

“Sweetie, it’s time to do a poo in your nappy for Mummy,” Mum said encouragingly. She began massaging Lauren’s tummy gently. It felt nice. With a wet crackling sound, and a gentle passing of wind, Lauren pooed her nappy at the dinner table. She didn’t feel even a hint of embarrassment. She shuffled in her seat as she filled her nappy, enjoying the pungent stink, and the soft, warm texture of her poo smooshing against her buttocks.

“Mummy, I did a big smelly poo,” she chanted.

“I can smell that, sweetie,” said Mummy soothingly. “And you’re a very good girl. Mummy and Daddy are so proud of you.”

“Thank you, Mummy,” Lauren said, beaming sweetly.

Lauren was allowed to eat her dessert - a chocolate brownie and vanilla ice cream, her favourite - while sitting in her full nappy. She gurgled with happiness at the sweet, delicious treat. She didn’t mind that she was sitting in her own poo while eating it.

Then Mummy led her upstairs to the new adult-size changing table, hoisted her onto the table, removed her soiled nappy and wiped her dirty bottom. Afterwards, Mummy gave her a nice warm bubble bath, put a fresh clean nappy on her, and changed her into soft pink pyjamas. Mummy put her to bed at 8pm, giving her a large plush bunny to snuggle. Lauren fell asleep curled up with her bunny, smiling, a big little bundle of joy. Life was good.

[mcgnagallsarmy]

Top 8 Nick x Charlie fics I’ve read (Jan 2025)

clueless (all the damn time) by thirteenick [T]

After a week and a lot of awkward attempts at starting conversation, Nick now knew a few things about said boy: his name was Charlie, he was 15, he played the drums (!!!), he was really, really smart, he was gay… And… He made Nick's heart stop, in a way that only the biggest of the crushes are capable of. But also, on the other hand… He barely even acknowledged Nick's existence. or Nick Nelson is hopelessly in love with his new form partner, Charlie Spring. The cool nerd drummer player makes his heart jump out of his chest and become incapable of starting conversation. Because there is no way Charlie could possibly like him back… Right?

gold rush by steelknuckles [G]

Charlie thinks Nick is pure gold. Nick, of course, also thinks Charlie is pure gold.

in the bleak midwinter by glaspen [T]

Nick thinks of his mum, and how she always tells him that kindness is brave. Nick’s been finding it so hard to be brave, recently. Prompt: alternate meeting au. nick and charlie meet in the park during christmas break right after charlie gets outed. nick is out with nellie and charlie is taking a walk and is clearly upset and nick notices him and goes to talk to him and tries to use nellie to cheer him up because for some reason, it pains him to see the boy so sad. Title from In the Bleak Midwinter by Wolf Alice

in your own made-up language by glaspen [E]

Nick and Charlie go to different universities and hit it off immediately when they meet at a party. What happens when their paths finally cross again, nearly a year later?

Lavender Fields by scienceisrealyo [E]

31 year old Nick Nelson retired from professional rugby and is giving Sarah Nelson a well-deserved year off from running Lavender Fields Bed and Breakfast. And Nick’s doing fine, thank you very much. Until the guest name C. Spring changes everything. Note: 1-31 are the original story (Nick's point of view). Chapters 32 - 60 are from when Charlie bullied me into providing his perspective, too.

lifetimes by steelknuckles [G]

If Nick really thinks about it, Charlie reminds him of the best parts of his life. Even the ones that happened before they met.

the way you look… by kaalee [M]

Charlie wears eyeliner as part of a class assignment and Nick is not prepared for his feelings about Charlie Spring in eyeliner. Things ensue… EXCERPT: In case anyone doubts that Nick Nelson can do maths, 1 is actually the smallest whole number amount someone can be prepared to see Charlie Spring in eyeliner and a tight t-shirt without it actually being 0%.

Who Needs Luck by kingdomfaraway [G]

Charlie was about to leave when someone else came from the back, this time a tall guy, who looked like he walked straight out of Charlie’s favorite type of dreams. He was broad-shouldered, with arms that would rip a branch in half, with thighs that could squash a watermelon if put to the test. He had dark blonde hair and a scruff auburn beard that made Charlie think of places he’d like to experience beard burn at. He was, arguably, the most handsome man Charlie had ever laid eyes on. Which probably meant he was straight, or an arsehole, or married, maybe to Darcy even. The two of them started talking, not loud enough for Charlie to overhear, but after a second Darcy looked at him, followed by the guy. Charlie had to quickly look down but he was pretty sure he was just caught staring at the pair of them. He had such shit luck sometimes.

[artbyremi]

Whumpril Day 5: Neglect

Read on AO3-> Here

Donnie experiences the consequences of sleep neglect.

Donnie wished he hadn’t watched so many Vsauce YouTube videos growing up because of course he ended up testing into honors chemistry. His brothers and Splinter had all encouraged him to take it even though that meant Donnie would be in a separate class. If only he had known just how much additional work honors chemistry would be, he may have saved it for at least his second year of school. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the material or couldn’t keep up with the fast pace. It was just quite literally a lot of work and Donnie still wasn’t quite used to the fact that he couldn’t spend all his free time scrolling anime forums on his phone or wracking up more hours on Forza Horizon.  

His teacher expected them to make extended outlines of two-three chapters of their textbook with vocab words and definitions per week and that didn't account for the other homework and lab reports they were still required to do. It was like his teacher failed to remember he had other classes with homework too. 

Donnie sat at the kitchen table at around 9:00PM, kicking himself for procrastinating once again. He pulled out a few binders and his laptop from his school bag then cracked open an energy drink and took a big swig. 

“Is Dad seriously letting you drink that?” Leo asked as he dunked a tea bag into a cup of hot water. 

Donnie wouldn’t classify Splinter as a health nut type of parent but energy drinks or an overconsumption of caffeine tended to make the boys all jittery and hyper so it had been banned in the lair. They were allowed soda with caffeine but coffee or energy drinks were usually a no-go.  

“Well, not if you tell on me he’s not,” Donnie muttered, allowing a bit of irritation seep into his tone. 

“That stuff is so bad for you.”  

“Well, I have a massive lab report due tomorrow so I need it to stay awake.”

“Why didn’t you start it earlier?” 

Donnie glared back at Leo, hating that he was right because yeah maybe he should have started his report at least before the sun had gone down. The call for an afternoon nap and a few hours of mindless scrolling had been too strong and he was majorly regretting it now. Even after a sip of the energy drink, the desire to go to bed was still tempting. His tent was cushy and homey with soft blankets and fluffy pillows. His head was dying to be tucked in, his eyes closed and some relaxing rainstorm sounds playing on his lap top. 

For a moment, he considered taking the bad grade or rushing it during homeroom but he had two lab partners, who he promised he would finish the report to. It wouldn’t be a great look for him to turn in mediocre and clearly rushed work. 

So Donnie cracked his knuckles, took another sip from the energy drink and began typing away on his laptop. The lab report itself wasn’t too hard, it was just the whole actually doing it part that was annoying. That was the problem with a lot of Donnie’s schoolwork. He found most of his classes fairly easy; it was just hard to find the energy to do his homework after draining his social battery at school all day. 

He knew he needed to find a better routine because pulling these late nights only made it hard to focus at school the next day. Plus with his current straight A’s, he knew his teachers and probably Splinter were going to push him to take more advanced classes next year. His math teacher mentioned putting in a recommendation for him to take AP pre-calc next year, if he continued to get perfect scores on the chapter tests and quizzes. Which so far he had. 

It was a little overwhelming. 

His teacher had talked his ear off about how AP would do him so much good. It would get him a head start at gaining college credit and would set him up for a successful future. Donnie had all but passed out when he mentioned college. 

Couldn’t he have a moment to enjoy being in high school before he even thought about college? It would be a lie to say it had never crossed his mind in the past but those had all been silly little dreams about going to MIT, majoring in computer science and then starting up his own indie game studio. 

Now, with college being a very real possibility, he didn’t feel ready for it. He didn’t want to leave home. He didn’t want to leave his brothers or his Dad or April. He was just starting to get the hang of this new life and people were already asking him to think about the next step. 

He wasn’t sure how to tell his teacher that he wasn’t sure he wanted to take AP classes. 

The weeks that followed were much the same. Donnie would procrastinate his homework after school until the very late hours of the night. He would rely on energy drinks and pure willpower to keep him going. He knew he couldn’t keep this up and that it was bad for his health but he just couldn't seem to get himself to stop. Everyday after school, he didn’t want to think about homework; he just wanted to nap for a bit, maybe play some video games, scroll on his phone, or even just nag his brothers. 

Leo being Leo, tried to get Donnie to stay after school to do his homework with him and April. But he found being alone with April and Leo, even if the two weren’t technically dating, made him feel like a third wheel. Plus there was only so much of Leo embarrassing himself that he could take before the second hand embarrassment became unbearable. 

Splinter had taken notice of Donnie’s near constant exhaustion too and tried to get him to drink some Sleepytime tea and go to bed early, but it didn’t help much. Donnie would still end up procrastinating his homework and having to stay up late to finish it. He didn’t understand how his peers had already been doing this for eleven years and none of them seemed completely exhausted. To be fair, he hadn’t been doing himself any favors by procrastinating so much but he just couldn’t seem to break the cycle. 

One night Donnie was up late, studying for a big test for his Honors Chem class. After receiving a B- on his last test, he knew he was actually going to have to study for this one and not just review his notes the period before. He had told himself he was gonna start studying as soon as he got home from school but as was routine, he got distracted. 

It wasn’t until after 11:00 that he finally sat down at the table to study. He popped open an energy drink then poured it into a mug and discarded the can so Splinter (and Leo) would stay off his case about his overconsumption of caffeine. 

By the time he had finished rewriting all his notes and completed the study guide, he had lost track of time. He let out a wide yawn, his eyes feeling so heavy, that it hurt to keep them open. The energy drink really wasn’t doing him much good. He took off his glasses so he could rub at his eyes, a weary moan slipping out of his mouth as he set his head on top of his books. 

“Donnie?” 

Donnie looked over at the curtain that led to their bedroom, Mikey was standing there holding up a portion of the curtain with one hand while using the other to rub sleep from one of his eyes. “Donnie?” he repeated, “It’s like 3AM.” 

“Oh, hey, Mike,” Donnie mumbled, then went back to staring at his notes. His head felt so foggy that the words were beginning to blur together. It didn’t help that his handwriting was atrocious from his hands being so shaky while he was writing. 

He could faintly hear Mikey saying something but his ears felt clogged and the pounding in his head made it difficult to focus. Before Donnie knew what was happening, Mikey was pulling him by the arm and leading him toward the couch. “Where we going?” he slurred. 

“To sleep,” Mikey said sternly. 

Donnie wanted to argue that he still needed to study. He still needed to do his practice test and maybe review his notes a few more times but the allure of sleep was too strong.

Once the two of them sat on the couch, Donnie’s head fell to Mikey’s shoulder and his eyes slipped shut. Mikey draped an old blanket over the two of them and wrapped his arms around Donnie’s shoulders pulling him closer to his plastron.

Donnie knew what he was doing and it was evil. Everyone knew Mikey gave the best cuddles. It was getting harder to resist the overwhelming urge to fall asleep. “Did Leo send you?” Donnie mumbled against Mikey’s shoulder. 

“Nah, I sent myself. I notice things too ya’ know.” There was a slight hint of offense in his tired voice. 

“Yeah, I know,” Donnie sighed. “You’re smart.” 

“Just go to sleep,” Mikey insisted. “It’s embarrassing sitting next to you in class when you do it there.” 

Donnie didn’t have the energy to be embarrassed. He just let out another sleepy sigh and nuzzled his head against Mikey’s plastron, finally allowing himself to succumb to sleep. 

Splinter found them like that the next morning. They were a tangle of sleepy turtle limbs, intertwined together on the couch. The blanket was half on them and half on the floor.  Donnie was on the top and being bigger than Mikey was squishing the smaller boy half to death, but Mikey didn’t seem to mind. He kept his arms wrapped around Donnie and his face nuzzled into the crouch of his brother’s neck. 

Splinter shook his head and chuckled under his breath then snapped a photo of the two. He was grateful Donnie was finally managing to get some much needed sleep. For a moment he wanted to let them stay like that for the rest of the morning but then he questioned his abilities as a parent if he let them skip the first half of school. He also doubted he’d be able to let them get away with that if Leo and Raph had anything to say about it. 

Splinter picked the blanket up off the ground then tucked it back over his two youngest boys. For now, he would let them sleep.

[mabelstone]

Undressed

matt stone x reader

your classmate needs tutoring, but theres only one way to keep his attention.

18+

this is my favourite trope ever (they're both of age!!)

arrogant/cocky matt <333

Your classmate, Matt, was bright. Like, insanely smart. From what you understood, he was getting straight A's in every subject, which was why you were so confused when he asked you to study with him. Turns out, he was failing english by a lot.

"You're serious?" You laughed in his face, expression dropping when he folded his arms, deadpan. "Oh, you are serious."

"You owe me," he retorted matter-of-factly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You wouldn't have passed math without me."

"Fine," you huffed, defeated by the stupid look on his face. "Then we're even."

"Sure, if that makes you feel better."

So here you were. Patiently awaiting his arrival with The Crucible by Arthur Miller sprawled on your desk, filled with a thousand sticky notes and a practice quiz you'd made for him.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when your bedroom door swung open, revealing the arrogant, gangly boy from class.

"Jesus christ, you nearly gave me a heart attack," you gasped, already annoyed with him. He set his bag onto the floor and made himself comfortable on your bed, giving you nothing more than a shrug. "How'd you get in?"

"Your mom let me in," he raised an eyebrow as if you should've known. "I see where you get your looks from."

You cursed yourself for the blush that spread across your cheeks, rolling your eyes before grabbing the mock exam.

"Shoes off," you grumbled, earning a groan from Matt. "Okay, did you read the book or not?"

"I did, it was just painfully, painfully boring."

You situated yourself beside him, eyes bashfully wandering over his body. Toned arms holding himself up, the light brown happy trail exposed as his shirt rode up. Beautiful auburn curls that took the attention away from that breathtaking face. God, that nose.

"Well, no shit. I made you an exam buster to see what we need to work on." You handed him the paper for him to look over, but instead, he just stared blankly at you. "Don't give me that look. Just give it a try."

"Fine," he sighed, laying back on your bed with his hands behind his head. "Go ahead."

"Okay. Question one; how is Salem governed?"

"What? I don't fucking know?"

"Theocracy. Question two; why did Elizabeth fire Abigail?"

"She was a whore," he laughed, earning an eye roll from you. "What? She was."

"Why aren't you taking this seriously?" You pouted, folding your arms over your chest. God, you really were like your mother.

"Look, dude, the whole tutor thing is really doing it for me, but this is stupid. I'm bored already."

"Then how do you suggest I make this more interesting?"

This prick. You were trying to do something nice for him. But he was always, always so damn hard to please.

"You could take your clothes off," he suggested, sitting up to face you now.

"What? Take my clothes off?" You laughed, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze as he scanned our figure. "Can you be serious for five seconds?"

"I am being serious," he continued to undress you with his eyes, not ashamed in the slightest. "If you take your clothes off, I'll be more inclined to try harder."

You pondered for a moment, watching your mums car pull out of the driveway right on queue. It had to be a sign.

"Fine," you finally decided, standing to lock your door. "And if you get a question wrong?"

"Then- then I'll take my clothes off. Deal?"

He had that same smug look you'd grown so familiar with, except this time, it sent a jolt of electricity straight to your heat.

"Deal," you grinned, snatching the mock exam off the bed as he repositioned himself against your pillows. "I can't wait to see you in nothing but your socks while I'm putting on extra layers."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. This could be my favourite book." He grinned up at you, making you question if him failing was all just a rouse to get in your pants. It was working.

"Okay, smartass. What does Mrs. Putnam blame the death of her children on?"

"Easy, witchcraft," he answered fast, responding to a text on his phone before gesturing with his hand. "Why don't you take your shirt off first." Still, eyes glued to his phone.

Frustration at his attitude rose within you, but was soon overloaded with excitement as you followed his request, throwing your shirt at him. "Off your phone. No cheating."

He dropped his phone on his chest and threw his hands up in defence, eyes raking over your chest. "Cute bra. Take it off next."

"No, that's not how this works." You rolled your eyes for the hundredth time, it was like a reflex when you were around him. "What commandment does John Proctor forget when Reverent Hale questions him?"

"Uh... thou shall not kill?"

"Uh-uh. Shirt off, thanks."

You stared as he sighed, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head, throwing in on the floor before your feet, laying back where he was now. He was quite thin, but toned. Big, broad shoulders with prominent collarbones. That happy trail alone almost made you fold.

"Okay," you swallowed thickly before continuing, "why can't Elizabeth be hanged if found guilty?"

"She's pregnant," he smiled wide as your expression dropped. He was totally pulling your leg, he had to have been pretending to not know the answers. "Take your underwear off before your skirt. And chuck 'em here."

"You're a creep," you huffed, obliging nevertheless. You slipped them off from under your skirt, flinging them in his direction. You couldn't suppress the shaky breath that escaped you when he pocketed them.

Just as you opened your mouth, Matt cut you off. "I'll ask you one now. What happens to John at the end?"

"He's hanged," you laughed at his poor attempt to catch you out. "For that, take off your pants."

"Fair," he grinned, standing to pull off his pants, revealing a sizeable tent forming in his briefs.

He towered over you, eyes shamelessly wandering your frame, that gapped toothed smile that made you queasy on full display. His fingers grazed your waist, goosebumps forming under his light touch. You grabbed his wrist and gently pushed him back onto the bed by his chest.

"That bra comes off next," he commanded, eyelids hooding as he gazed up at you.

You nodded, offering, "if you get this right, you can take it off for me."

He nodded eagerly, a wet patch now formed on the front of his briefs.

"What did Parris catch his daughter doing in act one?"

"Dancing, right?"

You nodded meekly, stepping in between his legs. His eyes lit up as he reached around your back, slender fingers unclipping your bra with ease. You slipped it off, dropping it into his lap.

The quietest profanity fell from his lips, pupils fully blown at this point. You grabbed his wrist and guided it to your breast, the warmth of hand making you shiver in contrast to the cold air of your bedroom.

"What's Parris' position in Salem?" Your voice was softer than before, heart beginning to race under his touch, and he could no doubt feel it.

"Who gives a fuck." He grabbed your hips, pulling you down to straddle him, smashing his lips into yours.

"I'm sorry, that's incorrect," you mumbled against his lips, fingers hooking into the band of his briefs.

He chuckled deeply, tapping your waist for you to stand up. He pulled his briefs off while you discarded your skirt, grabbing you by the wrist before pulling you back onto him. He brought his fingers to your lips for you to spit, before lathering it over his length. He then dipped his fingers into your heat, collecting your wetness before doing the same with it.

"Thank you for helping me study- very effective." He grinned, lining himself up with your hole. He slid into you forcefully, both of you gasping in unison. His hands found their way to your ass, fingers digging into the plush skin hard, urging you to bounce faster in time with his thrusts.

"God, like that," he groaned, one of his hands grabbing the back of your neck, connecting your lips again. His kisses were rough, messy. Tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth, his teeth digging into your lip occasionally, struggling to keep your lips locked with the rapid pace he was fucking you at.

He flipped you onto your back, hands still pawing at your ass. Catching you completely off guard, he lifted you off the bed with him, slamming your back into the wall. He continued his pace, using one hand to brush your hair from your face.

"Matt," his name; a warning, escaped your lips in a whimper, your forehead falling against his as you reached your peak embarrassingly fast.

"Tha's it, good girl," he coaxed as you came down, legs trembling around his waist, mouth uncomfortably dry from panting.

"Fuck," he warned you this time, picking you up even higher, pulling out before shooting hot ribbons all over your chests and stomachs. Exhausted, you both stood there panting momentarily, your harms draping his shoulders as you rested your forehead against his. He set you down on the bed before collapsing beside you.

You hadn't even finished the game you were playing, both still in your socks.

He strung his arm over your sticky waist, breaking the silence.

"Now we're even."

[agerefandomrambles]

the colby drabble was amazing! exactly what i wanted :) i was hoping you could write another one for me ! like little reader having a hard day at school & going over to colbys too calm down and regress, so like just him getting little reader comfortable enough and babying them until they regress if thats alright ! feel free to decline though, i understand if you don't wanna write his character again :)

I'm so glad you liked it! And of course, I'm actually thinking about watching the show because of these asks :)

Title: Bad Day

Word count:

Little: reader

Cg: colby

Tw: some bullying mentioned but nothing actually said

Plot: little has a hard day but Colbys there to fix it all

You're sitting in maths, watching the clock tick down the minutes until the last bell. The teacher drones on and on about fractals and intergers, seemingly not aware that the clock is moving at half pace.

Finally after what feels like 3 hours of maths, the bell rings. You don't even wait for the teacher to dismiss you, instead choosing to dart out of the class to your locker.

You were hoping that by getting there earlier you would've been able to beat the masses of people but you get stuck in the crowd on your way to your locker.

In your hurry to get to your locker you didn't notice the foot your bully stuck out and tumbled to the ground before you had a chance to catch yourself.

"Come on dude, seriously?" Amy asks, appearing out of the crowd to help you up. "Where did you even come from? A 2000's high school movie? Did you get a bully starter kit?" She teases the bully until he finally slinks off, embarrassed.

"T- thanks Amy" you stutter, trying your best to keep yourself composed.

"Duh, of course I'll protect my future sister in law" she lightly teases. Then she clocks your watery eyes. "Aw kiddo, what's wrong?" She asks, helping you to gather your things

"I'm just having a rough day. I failed an English test and math went really slow and I have a headache and then I got pushed" You whine, leaning heavily against your locker.

"Come back with me, Colbys home today" she offers, smiling when your whole face lights up.

The two of you walk back to her house, chatting about school and boys and everything in between.

The two of you walk in the door and you walk straight into colbys room, flopping onto his bed while Amy went back to her bedroom.

"Hey babe!" Colby greets, not looking up from his game. A whine escapes you when he doesn't pay attention to you. Instantly, he spins his chair around, pinning you with a stare.

"What's wrong?" He asks, gauging how cautious he should be and how close you are to slipping.

"Jus' had a rough day" you sigh, not even aware you're sluring your words.

He simply tuts, gets out of his chair and grabs a box from the top of his closet. He opens it, revealing all of your little stuff. He puts it on the bed beside you and sits on your other side.

"How does some time with dada sound? Do you think that would make it all better?" He asks, rubbing the small of your back.

You push your head into his shoulder and letting your body relax against him. The two of you stay like that for a long while until you feel your mind starting to slip into that soft fuzzy place.

Then, he gets up to fill a sippy. And the two of you sit in his room, colouring and watching cartoons and just enjoying each other's company until you finally felt the stress of the day melt away.

[theonehitwonder]

I have this weird reoccurring dream, about an elective class that I'm not supposed to be in hosted in the basement of a school I should be going to.

It always starts the same way: school is in session, despite it being dark out. It's always raining outside, the kind that pounds on the windows and makes you glance at the glass with mistrust. I'm playing a game with myself: sneak through the halls for as long as possible without getting caught. (for some reason, this game in my dream is always appended with the clause of "don't get caught by anyone nocturnal.") In real life I don't recommend this: trust me, you can't outsmart the entire staff of a building and no one will mind their own business. But in the dream, I always end up in a stairwell. The school itself isn't one I've ever gone to, just a clipping of generic cinderblock halls and tile patterns that change without warning. But the staircase is always in the same relative place: at the junction of three hallways, and emanating a distinct vibe of 'do not go down there'.

I always do, of course, because there's someone hot on my heels and I feel like I'm going to be eaten alive if I'm caught.

The staircase always goes down two floors: the first one you see is one you don't see, really. There's double doors, made of the same minty-green metal as the lockers, blocking it off from the rest of the floor. I've never gone through this door. But the second, is the basement.

The basement doesn't look anything like the other two floors- well, the walls are the same: unfeeling cinderblock. But the floor is a concrete, that's smooth if you ignore the frequent cracks and missing chunks. The ceiling is unfinished, those fiberglass cushions secured by wooden beams ensnared in wires. The lighting is most notable, maybe: There's no source of it, aside from the occasional hanging bulb that's far too few for it to be where it's coming from- but the lighting is warm, almost orange. And there's a clanging sound, somewhere far off, like metal being forged. I've never known where that's coming from.

I eventually arrive at a classroom. It's arranged... fairly normally. The desks aren't individual, but instead long tables and benches to match, the same kind they use in the lunch room. A scuffed up, completely wooden teacher's desk, and a board on the wall. There' only two notable things, really: the aisle between the two sides is far more on one side than the other, rather than straight down the middle, and the classroom is far too crowded- to the point that you can't see everyone.

The class in question is hard, to an incompleteable degree. It's simply not possible to do well- but everyone else seems to. Maybe i just wasn't informed this was a class for wizards. The subject seems to wander- from writing, to history, to science- never math or anything touching it. The teacher herself doesn't have an appearance, just a harsh voice and the very apparent attitude that you just aren't good. The objective of the class always seems to become 'don't draw attention'.

I remember, one time, her noticing me. She just stared, for a long time, as the whole class was silent, before she finally asked me "You're supposed to be upstairs, aren't you?"

[paigesprojectpan]

Here's Why You Shouldn't Give Me A Scholarship

You shouldn’t give me a scholarship because I have withdrawn from three courses so far in my college career. Because I chose to take seven dual-enrollment courses instead of eight in high school. Because I have severe imposter syndrome within my chosen major. Because I already have a 40,000 scholarship. Because my parents work hard and make good choices with their money. Because I am white. Because I am not going into healthcare or music, engineering, coding, or even dance. I don’t deserve a scholarship because I procrastinate and then have missing assignments and because my room is messy.

I could think of a million more reasons why you shouldn't give me a scholarship. I don’t set aside time for assignments, I do not apply often to scholarships or internships. I am not in more than two clubs on campus. But I am a summer camp counselor. I have been for five years. I pick up shifts at Steam Anchor Coffee Co. where I work. I have always picked up extra shifts. And it has never been for money. It is because I liked my job. I like working with kids. I like to write, but not when someone else tells me what to write, where I can take evidence from, how long the piece has to be, and when I have to have it complete. I like to learn, but when I find things interesting. 

I am more in the Chemistry Teacher Education major for teaching than chemistry. And as I have said, ‘if not me then who?’ If I don’t pick up this shift and help someone else out, then who will. Because the group chats are most often silent. The National Science Foundation created a nation-wide scholarship for university juniors and seniors studying to become teachers in the STEM subjects. At my school there are 3 math majors, 2 bio, and 1 chem. Me. There are no physics teachers. I was not even a junior when I received my scholarship. I was a sophomore with junior hours thanks to the 7 dual-enrollment courses in high school.

My mom is going to be so mad at me because I had to withdraw from both of my summer classes. I did not make a lick of time for either of them in the first week. And, well, it set me up for failure. Late work gets zero’s in the gradebook so I would have an ‘F’. But instead I choose ‘W’. I have withdrawn from a class before. I withdrew from a psychology course my second semester of freshman year at Clinton Community College. I was registered for 5, 16-week classes and I looked at the workload after syllabus week and said, “Nope.” I got 100% tuition reimbursement though since I withdrew during the first week.

This is starting to sound like a sob-story and I hate it.

I am thinking of completely leaving college altogether. But I do not want to be considered a drop-out. I want to get a degree in something since I am already here. But, when I come home for summer I am blinded with the amount of people that go straight into the workforce or military after high school. Or they stopped after receiving an associate’s or a certificate or license. I am not sure I am cut out for the length of time it will take me to finish my bachelor’s in Chemistry Teacher Education (especially since I withdrew from two classes this summer).

I really liked geology, but I am not sure I liked it enough to do a whole major in it. I have said this about concerts as well. I like Taylor Swift, but I’m not sure I like her enough to go sit through 3 hours of her.

Am I screwed? No one is going to give a summer job to someone wanting to start in mid-June and leaving and mid-August. No one is going to give a scholarship to someone who would rather see a ‘W’ on her college record than an ‘F’. No one is going to give a scholarship to someone who procrastinates so bad she just doesn’t do her assignments. No one is going to give a scholarship to a hypocrite.

[jotonomy]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 TAGS

Tagged by @gallabee 😘

Read more cause it's long.

Were you named after anyone? Only in the sense that there's a character in the Bible named Hannah. But no. I don't even know that that's where my parents got it from. My parents were kind of intense about their kids not sharing initials and not being named after people so we could ~have our own identities~.

When was the last time you cried? Genuinely, not sure. I cry pretty easy, so there's like...no use even making note of it. It's been a long time since I cried hard enough to have a migraine, but just tearing up or gently crying over a song/book/tv show is pretty standard. I'm soft as butter tbh.

Do you have kids? I have two stepkids that are college age. They're pretty great! Beyond that, I have no desire for more kids, especially not anyone of my own body. I love taking care of babies though and will absolutely dote on my siblings kids.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I don't think I do? I think because a few of my siblings are definitely on the autism spectrum, my family was just really accustomed to direct communication and I expect that.

What sports do you play/have you played? Unless we're counting dance and gymnastics, not a single solitary one. I was not an athletic team sports kind of kid. I wanted to be left alone with my books.

What's the first thing you notice about someone? I'm assuming we're speaking in person, in which case height and smell. I'm really short and I'm really sensitive to heavy perfumes. (Also my wife keeps calling me a super smeller in general because I get weird if she changes her deodorant or shampoo or body wash.)

Eye color? Very dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? 😂😂😂 Happy endings. I tend to avoid things that don't end happily. I've also seen MAYBE five scary movies in my whole life.

Any special talents? No. I mean, I read super fast. I can do a few different needlework craft things. And I have a nearly sociopathic ability to seem competent and professional in job interviews. But I don't think any of that counts. (Oh and I can remember the absolute fuck out of names.)

Where were you born? central east Texas.

What are your hobbies? I read. A. Lot. I also cross stitch and started getting into embroidery. Sometimes my hobby is me being hyperfocused on a video game for weeks on end (aka Operation Fuck Cullen in DA Inquisition). Once in a blue moon, my hobby will be writing (I wrote almost 300k words of fic in 2019 and haven't written a word since really). I indulge in the act of viewing sporting events. Can being hyperfocused on a TV show count? I do that too. I wish any of my hobbies included exercise. But they don't.

12. Do you have any pets? I have three cats! Littermates Luther and Lagertha are 10ish years old and Pandora is 9.

13. How tall are you? 5'2"

14. Favorite subject in school? In pre-University years it was anything English or History and then in University I liked all my math classes because they were straight forward.

15. Dream job? To make what I make now as a library technician again. I loved working in the library, especially in the back, ordering books and placing them in circulation and all the other extremely tedious collection maintenance. But those guys make like ...a third of what I make now. So it's just unreasonable. Makes me sad. Otherwise, I would pick something menial like data entry. But again, can't afford to do that.

Tagging: @dollsome-does-tumblr @scoundrels-in-love @sdwolfpup @pretty-thief @justshellies @hinakyuu @teex @starrybouquet

[swimuntilseaturnsblue]

Chapter 3

重生之真不挖煤 by 萝卜桑i Wildfire (Rebirth: I’m Really Not Mining Coal

raw link：重生之真不挖煤_萝卜桑1著_长佩文学网

Xu Hao：MC gong

Yan Ze：ML shou

When Xu Hao woke up and was thinking over breakfast, he figured he needed some kind of plan.

Life is all about how you manage it—a lesson Xu Hao learned way too late.

He spent the next few days chilling at home, not going anywhere, just glued to his computer researching all kinds of stuff online. After getting a handle on various social issues and the current state of things, he gradually started accepting the fact that he was back in his underage body.

Being underage had its ups and downs. The good part was being young enough to handle whatever life threw at you. The bad part? Being too young—you couldn't make your own decisions on a lot of things. Limited options, ya know?

Take school, for example.

School was definitely non-negotiable.

On the first day, his dad arranged for a driver to drop him off at the street corner in a relatively low-key Mercedes SUV. When Xu Hao stood at the entrance of R High in that black and white uniform, man, the feeling was just... don't even get me started.

Even though he hadn't exactly fit in during his entire first semester of high school, Xu Hao still had a soft spot for this place where he'd spent two and a half years.

How to put it... Elementary school was a blur, middle school was just messing around—nothing worth remembering there. But high school? Right around sixteen, seventeen years old? Not quite adult age but doing adult things? That's when that feeling of youth just hits you all at once.

Then again, Xu Hao wasn't the same kid he used to be. With all those little social tricks adults typically use, blending into R High's atmosphere and making a few decent friends wouldn't be that hard.

The challenge was having a nearly thirty-year-old, almost middle-aged dude going back to high school—and worse, having to go through the college entrance exam again. Xu Hao wasn't too confident about that one.

Right now, his English was probably okay, but he hadn't touched math, physics, or chemistry in years, and the concepts were all fuzzy. Good thing he was back in first-year high school. If he'd been dropped right into the college entrance exam, Xu Hao doubted he could score even half of what he did back then. At that point, why even wait for the results? Just have his parents ship him abroad and be done with it.

But studying abroad wasn't a bad option either, Xu Hao thought as his mind wandered. Even if he went overseas, things would be different this time. Last time he was forced to go—practically like being exiled. This time he'd choose to go himself, to further his education. That's motivation right there.

While Xu Hao was mulling over how studying abroad actually made sense, he steeled himself to act young, shouldered his backpack, and headed into the school.

It was the old campus, but all the old buildings had been renovated, painted to match the newer buildings behind them, giving the whole place a modern, designed feel. Xu Hao didn't bother asking for directions. He went straight to the second floor of the teaching building and stood outside Class 1-2, planning to wait for the teacher. Just then, a female classmate was walking into the classroom, and Xu Hao stopped her. "Hey, classmate, quick question—when does morning self-study start?"

At sixteen, Xu Hao was already pretty tall. His skin wasn't as fair as when he was younger, but at first glance, he was still a good-looking young man. By now, he'd completely lost his rural accent, carried himself confidently, and spoke quite politely, which made the girl blush slightly. She glanced around and said, "Um, isn't it always 7:30? Our teacher will be here soon. Which class are you from? Are you looking for someone?"

Xu Hao answered properly, "Oh, no, I'm new here. Just waiting for the teacher to assign me a seat. Don't worry about it—you go ahead. Looking forward to getting to know you, classmate."

The girl thought this was interesting but didn't say anything more. After returning to her seat, she still glanced over at Xu Hao in the doorway a few times, pretending it was accidental.

Xu Hao stood relaxed, resting his backpack against the wall behind him. Even though they were in the same class, the awkward thing was that Xu Hao really couldn't remember what this girl's name was.

Luckily, given the current situation—him being new and all—it was perfectly normal that he wouldn't know her name.

Shortly after, the homeroom teacher arrived.

The teacher was a woman in her forties. Since they'd already been in touch beforehand, she dealt with Xu Hao efficiently, gave him a few brief instructions, then motioned for him to enter. After having Xu Hao briefly introduce himself, she pointed to an empty window seat in the second-to-last row at the back of the classroom and told him to sit there.

Xu Hao had no objections and just carried his bag over.

Once he sat down and casually glanced to the side, he got a bit of a shock—he actually recognized someone up close.

The classroom was arranged with individual desks in rows, with about thirty students in total, so everyone had plenty of space. There were no desk-mates, and it didn't feel crowded at all.

The person sitting in the row next to Xu Hao had his long legs stretched out to one side. His school uniform jacket was unzipped, hanging loosely open over a semi-turtleneck black hoodie. One sleeve was pushed up to his elbow. His face was almost excessively handsome, though his expression was cold. Despite still being very young, he had an unmistakable "keep your distance" aura about him.

His exposed forearm had smooth, flowing lines, with a distinct knob at the wrist. His five long fingers were idly spinning a pen. Noticing a gaze fixed on him, he turned his head to look at Xu Hao with extremely cold eyes. After staring for a moment, he asked rather rudely, "What are you looking at?"

Morning self-study had already begun, and the classroom was so quiet you could only hear the sound of pages turning. This guy's voice wasn't particularly loud or soft, but his attitude was completely unapologetic, making it clear enough for over half the class to hear. Everyone turned to look.

But the homeroom teacher didn't say anything. She just glanced up in the direction of the voice, then tapped her desk, signaling everyone to turn back around and focus on studying.

Xu Hao's expression didn't change, though. Having everyone stare at him like that didn't make him feel awkward at all. He just said to the dude next to him, "Sorry about that," then turned away as if nothing had happened and focused on finding his own books.

Xu Hao remembered being in the same class as Yan Ze in high school. But he'd completely forgotten that Yan Ze had sat next to him for a while.

This made things easier, though. No need to avoid him—just keep his head down and stay out of trouble.

Did Xu Hao know what kind of person Yan Ze was?

Hell yeah, he knew.

He didn't just know Yan Ze's character, personality, strengths, and flaws—he even knew his hidden defects that nobody else was aware of.

Following the teacher's instructions, Xu Hao flipped through his book—page seventy-eight—his eyes pausing on the first line.

Yan Ze was truly one of those people born with such a head start in life that others couldn't even hope to catch up.

But as for being a one-sided friend in his previous life...

He was also the one person Xu Hao wanted to avoid most in this lifetime.

With someone like Yan Ze, your only hope of not getting on his bad side was to be invisible around him. Don't try to be his friend, but definitely don't piss him off.

Of course, with Yan Ze being so arrogant, looking down on everyone, walking around with that permanent scowl, acting like the whole world owed him money—being invisible to him was actually the easiest thing ever. Just keep your mouth shut, stay low-key, and guaranteed, after three years as classmates, he still wouldn't know your name.

Forget about school—in their social circle, Yan Ze was notorious for being difficult. Not only did he throw his weight around wherever he went, but his temper was also absolutely terrible. Yet somehow, everyone still treated him like royalty, rolling out the red carpet. Couldn't be helped—that's what happens when someone has that kind of status.

When Xu Hao first met Yan Ze in his previous life, he had no clue what Yan Ze's deal was.

Yan Ze's family kept their privacy extremely tight. Throughout high school, apart from those few classmates who also grew up in government compounds, nobody knew Yan Ze's family background. Others could only vaguely sense that he wasn't someone to mess with and that his family was definitely far from ordinary, but the specifics were just guesswork. Those who did know kept their mouths shut.

If others didn't know, Xu Hao certainly had no way of knowing either.

Later, he found out by chance in college, but by then it didn't seem like a big deal.

Once they'd gotten that close, Xu Hao didn't really feel any huge gap between them. Friendship wasn't about whose family had more money or power—wasn't it mainly about connecting on a deeper level?

That's honestly what Xu Hao thought back then.

And later...

Xu Hao flipped a couple more pages in his book and let out an incredibly deep sigh.

What happened later isn't worth mentioning. Nothing good came of it, that's for sure.

Honestly, Xu Hao thought, forget about this life where he had zero interest in any contact with Yan Ze. Even in his previous life, with Young Master Yan's attitude at school, that whole unapproachable, cold-as-ice demeanor... logically speaking, they shouldn't have had anything to talk about, so how did they ever get that close?

Xu Hao thought hard about it but really couldn't remember.

Was it maybe because their seats were close to each other?

That thought was killed as soon as it popped into his head.

Who was he kidding? Yan Ze? If Yan Ze could put aside his pride and build a relationship with the person sitting next to him, Xu Hao would twist his own head off and let the Chinese national soccer team use it as a ball.

Believing in the 2012 apocalypse seemed more realistic than that.

[synonymroll2121]

The American education system (From a middle schooler)

So, I’ve been in the American education system, since, you guessed it, kindergarten. Everyone’s pointing out that it’s fucked, and they’re right. Cause of course they are, America as a whole is fucked. But, like, my teacher has not been teaching us for the past year-ish, and, uh, no one’s noticed?? This happened at a private school in my state too, and none of the students said anything. BUT LIKE IM KINDA FUCKED NOW.

Even before this, my elementary class, which I was stuck with for seven years, was horrible. Like, getting yelled at everyday, TEACHERS COULDNT FIND SUBSTITUTES, REPUTATION AT MY SCHOOL, bad. We were always being told we were behind. And nothing happened, so example one. Example two is my middle school. MY. TEACHERS. SUCK. First of all, honorary mention to my woodshop teacher, thank you for doing your job, have all my fingers, and two awesome stools I use for peeling off stickers, of my cats use for being kings of my living room. But, like, back to it, THE REST? SHIT. MY HOME EC TEACHER WAS NICE, BUT IT WAS KINDA FRUSTRATING CAUSE SHE DIDN’T GIVE EXPLICIT DIRECTIONS AND IT WAS JUUST KINDA UGHHH.

And, second, my all other subjects teacher. Yeah, he’s so bad, he’s getting a whole nother section so this is easier to read if anyone does. UM, HE SUCKS?? Like, not emotionally, honestly, he’s a fun teacher. But, like, that’s all he is. I’m not even saying he’s bad at teaching, I’m saying he doesn’t? Like, at all. Since august, I have not been taught anything. We’ve been doing the same subjects since fucking AUGUST. A WHOLE ASS SEMESTER. He only cares about teaching us history. And, yes, this is important, but if he was only going to teach history, BE A FUCKING HISTORY TEACHER. IM TEACHING MYSELF, MY CLASS, AND THE OTHER CLASS HE TEACHS WHICH IS A YEAR YOUNGER THAN ME MATH. A FRIEND OF MINE IS GIVING US ANSWERS FOR THE LANGUAGE STUFF. We are so fucked. And no one has noticed. My grades were straight A’s before this. My state testing? Above average almost always, if not, on the higher side of average. And it’s dropped. Everyone’s grades have dropped since getting here. And no one has noticed. At the school, I mean, no one, has noticed. Two classes are failing. 16 kids are failing, and no one has noticed! And he’ll are we supposed to do, tell the school? Their not gonna fucking listen, we’re just kids. Because, duh, why should kids have a choice in our education? We’re just complaining. We just don’t want to do work. WELL, AMERICA, FUCK YOU.

god this is so long but seriously. I’m so tired of this guy. He’s a fun teacher, we have pizza parties, we watch movies, he lets us listen to music while we work, we go on field trips to the mall. I’ve been to hot topic with my teacher and whole class. But that’s all he is. Fun. But it’s what keeps us from speaking up about the fact we aren’t being taught. We’re just kids, we like fun, we like going to the mall, we like cookies and brownies and ice cream and pizza. We like a fun teacher that lets us play Makahiki games during school hours. Honestly, I don’t really want to leave my class. It’s great. I love my classmates, I don’t really want to have to deal with high school. These past two years would have been the funnest school years for me, if I didn’t end up having mental breakdowns in the car after school because my whole life might be fucked because of him. If I didn’t end up going to a fall retreat, only to have a mental breakdown in the dorm I was staying at.

So, please. Teachers, I’m not saying you have to take us to hot topic, or watch movies all day, and then teach perfectly. I’m just asking you to make every lesson fun. I’m just asking you to teach us, and make sure we understand the things we’re learning, because in the end, this is gonna change the entire course of our lives. And I know you’re underpaid, and I know dealing with children is hard, and thank you for doing this, but please. If you won’t teach us, don’t become a teacher, because this is someone’s life.