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[covenofagatha]

The Psychology of Love (Part 7)

The Bar

Your date with Morgan leads to an unexpected confession

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: brief smut, fingering

A/N: I'll just go ahead and apologize for the cliffhanger 😅

The bar seems pretty crowded already, despite it not even being that late. There’s a line to get in that stretches around the building, ending right before a small alley. You and Morgan get in line behind a couple who is being very handsy and you and Morgan share a knowing look. 

“I know I can’t say much considering how we first met,” she mutters and you snort at the memory of her fucking you in the hallway of a sorority house, “but this is just out in the open.” 

“At least save it for a corner inside,” you agree and Morgan laughs. “How was your quiz yesterday?” 

She looks touched that you remembered. “It wasn’t bad! I think I probably got a B at least. There were like two questions that I genuinely had no clue on. The professor definitely didn’t say anything about them. Although, there was one girl who walked out crying so I think I definitely did better than her.” 

You grin. “As long as you weren’t the worst one. I can’t say I’ve ever seen someone leave an exam in tears.” Not yet, anyway. You think Agatha’s tests might put a few of your classmates over the edge, if those reviews hold any truth at all. 

Morgan waves her hand dramatically. “I’ve seen it a few times. Especially in the stats classes I’ve taken.” 

“Oh, god, yes,” you groan, your body shuddering. “I hate statistics with a passion. I’d rather do straight up calculus.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she giggles, “but yes, I agree. Certainly a few tears after that class. A few of them were mine.” 

It’s easy to talk to her, a lot easier than you thought it would be. You wish, not for the first time, that you could just be into her. It would certainly save you a lot of trouble. And overthinking. 

“How was the presentation thing you had last night?” Morgan asks and the question almost knocks you off your central axis. 

You’re a good girl. 

Not much else had been on your mind since Agatha said that to you. She had to know what she was doing by calling you that, she had to. And there was the unspoken promise of waiting a few months for her.

You could. You can. 

No matter how hard it might be. 

“It was interesting,” you answer, trying to think of details from the actual speaker but all you can remember is how the wine on Agatha’s breath smelled, the way she looked at you, the way her pinkie grazed against yours in the car. 

Morgan is talking about the little psychology she knows from the general class everyone had to take in their first year, but all you can focus on is the heat spreading from your cheeks down your neck to your stomach. 

The second you had gotten back to your dorm last night, you’d done some googling. Wanda had lifted herself on her elbows to watch you as you typed quickly, bent over your computer, but you’d ignored her as you searched Westview student-professor relationship rules. 

The first link was to the Westview University policies and you clicked on it. Scanning the pages, you let out a sigh of relief. 

Faculty shall not have amorous relationships with students who are in their classes, or when academic work is supervised by a faculty member over a student, or when a faculty member has or is likely to have academic responsibility over a student.

When you’re out of her class, it would be fine. 

But if you have her for grad school, it could get into a gray area, and you’re not sure if that applies to being a research assistant for her either. 

You next checked the syllabus for her class. The final exam was on the first Friday of December. Thank god the semester is done early. What will happen after you turn it in and you’re no longer her student? 

The fantasy of her taking you out to dinner after implants itself in your mind. Her approving smile as she toasts you with another glass of wine. Maybe her foot resting against your shin because she loves to tease. 

And after, she’d take you to her car and press you against the outside of it. Whisper about how she’s been wanting to do this for the longest time and how you’ve been so good waiting for her. 

You’re a good girl. 

The line grows shorter and you’re almost to the entrance. Morgan is still talking about psychology and you try to tune back in. 

“—and I was thinking maybe I could double major in psychology, you know? Like, maybe it’d be helpful with political science. Especially if I wanted to go on and be a lawyer. But even for just being able to relate to the constituents when I run for office.” 

You hum. “I could see that being helpful.” 

She shrugs like it’s a toss-up. “But I decided to minor in communications. My advisor—and my dad—said it’s a good combination.” 

The line keeps moving and you pry off your phone case to grab your ID. You didn’t want to have to carry a wallet around so you stuck that and your credit card behind your case. Morgan’s pants have pockets, unlike your skirt, and while you could’ve asked her to hold your wallet, this seemed effective as well. 

The bouncer waves you both in and you step into the bar. Alfie’s just opened about a month ago and it’s clearly the place to be, even on a Wednesday night. 

It’s a neat place, you think. Very 1970s, as the theme of the bar is stated. The entire room is encased in a fluorescent orange light, reflected by a mirror-ball spinning on the ceiling, there’s a DJ booth in a corner with a record player on the table and vinyls hung on the walls all around him, the bar itself is in the middle of the room, shaped like a rectangle, with green marble countertops and stools. There’s bottles of alcohol on a shelf jutting from the load-bearing wall that connects the ends of the bar and cool glass panes run from the floor to the ceiling on it. Old music that you know from driving in your dad’s car with him pumps over the speakers. 

The main room flows into a smaller one, where there's already people in line for the bathrooms and then there’s a section with disco floor tiles and couches around it. Only a few people are on the floor but they look like they’re having the time of their life. 

“This is a cool place!” you yell to Morgan, who has to lean in to hear you over the song and the busy chatter. “Do you want a drink?” 

She looks over to the bar top, which is packed like sardines in a can. “I’ll go find us a table while you get us something? I’ll just have one of whatever you get.” 

You nod and try to push yourself between two people. You spot some people who look to be your age on the adjacent side also trying to flag the bartender down and you think you might be here awhile. 

A lone menu is laying on the counter about a foot away from you and you’re able to slide it over easily with the smooth marble. You hold it up and then away from your body, trying to make out the words in the bright light. They have cocktails, martinis, hard liquor, and wine. Chewing on your lip, you read the cocktail list a few times, trying to discern which would taste the best and which one Morgan would also like. 

Fingertips drums on the counter in front of you and you look up to see the bartender standing in front of you. She has long red hair and a tattoo of a snake on her neck that runs down into her black tank top. “Do you know what you want, love?” 

You take one last look at the menu. “Can I get two Pink Ladies?” Gin, lemon, grenadine, and orange bitters. Sounds like a good combination, at least better than some of the others. 

She nods and turns away to start to make them. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” a low voice drawls in your ear and the air around you fills with a familiar scent. 

“Professor,” you chuckle, tilting your body to let her slide up next to you. Agatha smirks. You can’t stop your eyes from wandering and taking in her outfit and your jaw goes slack. 

She’s wearing a black dress that falls down to just below her knees, high collar, and the long-sleeves are mesh and see-through. It’s tight, hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her hair is pulled back in a low pony-tail, her shorter strands hanging loose. Different earrings from last night hang from her earlobes but they match the rings on her fingers. Her lips are painted red and you try to not stare at them. Her heels are open-toed and you can see the maroon nail polish on her toes, complementing the same shade on her fingers. 

It’s a far cry from the casual blazer over the t-shirt and pants she was wearing in class earlier. You started learning about the Biological approach and it was definitely not as exciting as the Trait approach. It felt weird just strolling into the room after last night, just having to act like nothing happened. 

But there’s the same classic twinkle gleams in her icy-blue eyes as she looks at you now.

It feels like the atmosphere between you two has changed since last night—it's almost become more level. Like she’s no longer holding all the cards. 

“Drinking on a school night?” she asks in the husky voice that makes you shiver. 

The corner of your mouth quirks up. “Didn’t seem to bother you last night.” 

Agatha’s brows raise at your retort before tossing her head back with a laugh. “Well, that’s because I was there to keep you in check. You know, make sure there weren’t any bad decisions being made.” 

If you had taken a chance and kissed her, would that have been a bad decision? Not that you ever would, unless she fully gave you permission, but you still wonder. 

“Well, you’re also here on a school night,” you point out and your breath catches when Agatha slides the menu out from under your fingertips, her knuckle brushing against yours. 

The bartender puts down two circular glasses with a liquid the color of watermelon pink and a lot of ice. She picks out two straws from the container and slides them into the drinks. You hand over your credit card. 

“Do you want to start a tab?” she asks and you sneak a peek over to Agatha before shaking your head. The bartender takes your card and goes to charge it as you pick up your drink and enclose your lips over the straw. 

Your professor watches intently as you take your first sip and flavor explodes on your tongue. It’s fruity and a bit sour but there’s only a hint of alcohol that you can taste. It’s not bad. 

Agatha taps the menu. “Which one did you get?” 

“The Pink Lady.” She hums and reads the description and you take a chance. You hold your drink out to her. “Want to try?”

She smiles slyly and leans over, lips sucking on the straw. Your mouth goes dry. She pulls back and hums, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “Pretty good,” she decides while you stare at her. 

The bartender comes back with your card and jolts you out of your stupor. She looks at Agatha, who orders a whiskey soda. 

“Where’s your plus one?” Agatha asks, nodding to Morgan’s drink. “If those are both for you, I think I’d have to report you.” 

You snort at her teasing tone and scan the crowd for any sign of your date. “She’s around here somewhere.” You think you see a flash of dark hair from somewhere in the corner. 

When you turn back to Agatha, you see that her teeth are slightly gritted, but other than that, she’s the picture of composure. 

She doesn’t say anything, so you take a long sip, feeling the alcohol course through your veins, before you ask, “So, uh, what are you doing here?”

“A couple other professors and I thought we’d check this place out,” Agatha says, pointing behind you. You turn to see two men and a woman lift their hands in greetings. You recognize the other woman and one of the men from previous classes. “We do have lives outside of the university, you know.” 

“Oh, yeah?” You smirk and her eyes light up. “You’re not just in bed by eight o’clock in pajamas, reading the newspaper or something?” 

Agatha scoffs. “How old do you think I am?” 

You lean in closer, unable to stop from laughing, and motion around to the bar. “I mean, you were alive in the seventies, weren’t you?” 

Her mouth drops open in mock offense and you take your straw between your teeth, smiling at her from around it. She shakes her head like you’re really going to get it, and then warns, “You better be careful.” 

“Or what?” you challenge and the air changes. 

Instead of being playful, it becomes charged. Agatha’s eyes lock onto yours and the bar fades away—it’s just the two of you again. She bites her lip and you chew on the straw, both of you afraid to break the moment. 

Agatha takes a step toward you, one of her hands coming up to ghost over your cheek, and you don’t move a muscle. Her eyes dart over to look behind you and you’re suddenly very aware of the fact that three of her colleagues and your date are somewhere in this very room. At least she can check on her colleagues and make sure they’re not watching.

But it’s like the switch goes off in her head and she backs away. You immediately miss her warmth. She regards you, trying to figure out a comeback, but there’s nothing. 

“Here’s your whiskey, ma’am,” the bartender says, putting down a glass of dark liquid down before Agatha. “Do you want to start a tab?”

“Oh, no, I’m okay,” she says and pulls out her card. She takes a long sip and you stare at the liquid that beads on her lips when she puts the glass down and looks at you. “I’d offer you a sip but I’m not sure you could handle it.” 

Whiskey has never been your thing; it’s got way too strong of a taste, but you’ll be damned if you let her be right. And maybe you want to show her that you can handle more than she thinks. 

So you steal the glass from her hand, brushing your fingers against hers, and take a swig. Immediately, you want to spit it out but you swallow the whole thing and chase it with a gulp of your cocktail. 

Agatha looks impressed when you hand her back the glass. “Good girl,” she murmurs and a flush of heat tears through you. The bartender comes back with her check and your professor signs it without even looking down. 

She straightens up, holding her glass with her pinkie at the bottom and thumb tracing a line on the rim, and you know that she’s about to leave you. 

“For the record,” she starts and you watch her expectantly, “if I’m in bed by eight, I’m certainly not reading the newspaper.”

“Oh?” you rasp, a tingling in your veins. “What are you doing, then?” 

Agatha smirks knowingly. “Enjoy your night, hon.” 

She breezes past you, leaving you in a cloud of her perfume, the only real indication that she was there.

You pick up both drinks and glide through the crowd to find Morgan standing at a table tucked against the wall on her phone. She looks up when you put down her glass. 

“God, that took you forever,” she remarks, taking a long sip. She sighs happily. “This really is a busy place.” 

“Yeah, the bartender kept skipping me,” you lie, thinking it’s better not to tell her that the professor you have a massive crush on was holding you up. You can see Agatha through the people standing in the middle of the floor. She’s deep in conversation with the other professors, but every now and then, she’ll look over and you’ll make eye contact. 

Each time it happens, you feel a jolt run down your spine. 

Morgan peers at someone behind you. “I think that kid’s in my class,” she says, pointing. You turn and it’s a group of boys. You think you’ve seen some of them around campus. 

“Do you want to go say hi?” you ask, not sure if that’s what she’s hinting at. 

She shrugs. “I’d rather dance.” 

“Oh—well, that can be arranged,” you say with a grin and you grab her hand and lead her to the dancefloor. A song that you don’t know is playing so you and Morgan just sway to the beat while still working on your drinks. 

Out of your periphery, you can see Agatha now openly staring at you. 

Emboldened, and maybe feeling the gin a little, you wrap a hand around Morgan’s lower back and pull her against you. She lets out a little noise but puts her free hand over your shoulder. The music picks up, the beat thumping in your veins, and you and Morgan start moving against each other. 

It’s a bit harder with the drinks in your hands and you’re careful not to spill them on each other as you start to grind on one another. It’s not really the right music for sensual dancing, but you two lose yourself in it. Your movements are over-exaggerated because you can feel Agatha’s eyes on you. 

Your hand intertwines in Morgan’s hair, your forehead resting against hers, and she leans down to take a sip of your own drink. It’s intimate and Agatha scowls. 

Morgan pulls back and spins around and you untangle your fingers from her hair and wrap that arm around her stomach. She rubs herself against you and you shoot Agatha a scandalizing wink, the ability to think twice about anything eluding you. 

Agatha swallows the rest of her whiskey in one gulp. 

Morgan turns back to you and you know what she’s going to do before she does it. 

Her lips meet yours in an open-mouth, sloppy kiss because you’re both a little tipsy now. You hardly feel anything, hardly notice anything except for the buzzing in your head and the heavy weight of Agatha’s glare. 

Agatha—

You break the kiss, strands of saliva still connecting you to Morgan, and look over to where you know your professor is. 

Just in time to see her slam her glass on the table, say something to her colleagues, and storm out of the bar. 

Fuck. 

“I have to go to the bathroom,” you tell Morgan, who nods and lets you go. You drop your glass on a random table, ignoring the calls of the people sitting there, and chase after her. You shoulder open the exit door and barely even feel the pain shooting through your arm. 

The line outside the bar has dwindled to about five people now and in the distance, you see Agatha. She turns the corner into the little alleyway that you and Morgan were standing by earlier and when you skid to a stop in front of it, Agatha is standing a few yards in front of you, back facing you, arms crossed over her chest. 

She’s waiting, like she knew you’d come after her. 

You clear your throat and take a step closer. “Are you okay?” You’re not sure what to expect—maybe a declaration of how she feels or maybe she was just feeling sick or overwhelmed—but when she turns around, she looks mad. 

Fire burns in her eyes and you feel cold fear dripping in your blood. 

“You’re not being very subtle,” she snarls, advancing toward you, but you stand your ground. Whatever you were expecting, or hoping for, was not this. You didn’t think she would be angry. 

“What are you talking about?” you ask, bewildered. 

Agatha scoffs, her face contorting into something wicked. She is a completely different person than when she came up to you at the bar but there’s something hot about her like this. You get it now—she’s jealous. 

You like when she’s jealous.  

“Parading around with someone who looks just like me? Dancing like that?” It strikes a nerve, she sees it in your eyes. She smirks. “Tell me that’s not what you’re doing.” 

“It’s not,” you say, but your voice wavers. 

She steps closer—close enough for you to smell the alcohol on her breath. It’s dark and heavy. Her perfume clouds your senses and your judgment, like it always does. 

Agatha leans in, her face right against your ear and if you turned your head even an inch to the side, your lips would touch hers.

But you can’t move. 

“Are you sure?” She draws out the sure, making it nothing more than a low hiss, and you fight the urge to shudder. 

Agatha pulls back and flicks your chin up with two fingers, a stretched grin making her look mean. You shake your head, refusing to meet her eyes because you’re not sure you’ll be able to stop yourself from doing something that you can’t. 

“You said we had to wait—” 

“Don’t,” she snaps, holding up her hand. She pinches the bridge of her nose and shakes her head, eyes closing. 

What is going on? Why is she doing this?

“Professor,” you breathe, you implore. “Agatha.” 

It’s the first time you’ve ever said her name. 

It’s a break in the facade you two have been keeping up. The facade that she’s just your professor and you’re just her student. 

There’s no way you can go on pretending that anymore. 

Agatha drops her hand and looks at you, something dangerous and new written on her face. Her eyes are dark and they make a chill run through you when she claims you with them. 

“Tell me you think about me when you’re with her,” she urges, demands, and you’re almost afraid to venture into this otherwise unknown territory. 

What happens if you say yes? 

“You made that pointed comment about transference outside the pizza place that night,” you rasp. The unspoken words of you already know are brimming beneath the surface—who will uncover them first? 

Agatha remains determined and clucks her tongue. “I want to hear you say it.”

You chance a glance down at her mouth and her tongue peeks out to lick her lips. If you say yes, will she give you what you want? 

What you both want? 

Your heart is pounding louder than it ever has before, so loud you can barely hear yourself whisper, “Yes.” 

She finally looks satisfied. Agatha smugly nods to herself in victory, composure settling back over her face, and turns on her heel. Her hair flips over her shoulder, almost hitting you in the process. 

You watch her stroll away from you—should you call after her? beg her to stay?—and down the entire length of the sidewalk until she vanishes around the building. You stand by yourself for what feels like hours, just dumbfounded, until finally going back inside in a trance-like manner. Disappointment is cutting a hole into your stomach—you were so close to something. 

But then Agatha just walked away from you. 

And she knows now that you like her. That you want her. That you imagine you’re with her when you're with Morgan. 

She seemed only too delighted in that fact. 

The gleam in her eyes, the way she made you say it, like she needed to hear it. Like she didn’t already know how crazy she was driving you, or maybe she just wanted the satisfaction of confirming it.

But you got to her too, no matter how much she pretends to be in control. She was the one who got jealous and stormed out when you were dancing with Morgan. 

Morgan, who didn’t even notice you were gone. You find her now talking to the boy she pointed out earlier about their shared class and she barely looks up when you sidle next to her. Your body is on fire, your breathing is ragged, and there’s a throbbing between your legs that is consuming you. 

“Are you ready to go?” you whisper in her ear and she glances at you for a mere second. “Maybe we could go back to your place? 

At the suggestion in your tone, she perks up. “Ryan, I’ll see you tomorrow?” she says to the boy and he nods, looking a little dejected. 

You order an Uber as you’re pulling her out of the bar by the hand and it’s parked out front of the bar in a matter of minutes. You look around one last time for any sign of your professor, but she is gone. Did she text the teachers she was with that she had to run? Or did she just up and leave with no warning, just because of you? 

It was risky for her to appear so bothered, but it only makes the pulsing of your clit worse to know that she didn’t care. 

The drive back to Morgan’s apartment is only about twenty minutes, and it’s twenty minutes of you squirming in your seat and Morgan giving you a look every now and then. 

“You okay?” she finally asks quietly. The driver turns his head slightly to the side so he can make sure to hear your answer over the softly playing music. 

You nod. “Yeah, just excited to get back.” 

When the car pulls up in front of her dorm building, you throw the door open and get out, barely remembering to thank the driver. You’ll give him five stars later. Morgan struts to the lobby door, key fob in hand. 

She had been waiting outside when you picked her up earlier, so you linger behind her while she shoves open the door to the stairs. You take two-at-a-time to the third floor and she walks down the long carpeted hallway to the door at the end. 

“Are your roommates home?” you ask, voice cracking. 

Morgan slides her key into the lock. “Even if they are, we can just go to my room. This is one of the four-fours.” Four bedrooms and four bathrooms. God, how nice that must be. While you love sharing a room with Wanda, you do wish you had more space a lot of the time. 

Especially some private space. And your own bathroom? 

“You’re living the life,” you say in awe and Morgan huffs out a chuckle. 

The door opens into darkness, the only light coming from the moon in the window, and you carefully follow her to the second bedroom on the left. 

She flicks on the light and closes her bedroom door and you take it in. She has a full-sized bed with a mossy green duvet and white pillows, a leafy plant in a translucent purple vase on the nightstand, fairy lights and artificial vines hanging from the walls. You kick off your shoes and feel the soft, plush rug under your feet as you step over to look at the pictures on her walls. There’s a lot of her and her dad, her in town hall meetings, her with friends. 

“This is a really nice room,” you breathe. What does Agatha’s room look like? You’re picturing something modern, something upscale. Definitely a lot of psychology books. 

Morgan’s hands slide on your hips and you turn around to face her. Her eyes look more green than blue with her eyeliner. You hadn’t noticed that earlier. Her hair is mussed up from dancing at the bar, effortlessly pretty. You cup her cheeks and she smiles, pink lips contrasting with her perfect white teeth.

You pull her to you, mouths meeting in the middle, and you can taste the fruity drink you both had earlier. It’s a soft kiss at first, just tentative brushes against each other, but then you inhale through your nose and smell her perfume. 

It’s suddenly Agatha that you’re kissing and one of your hands trails down to her lower back to press her closer against you. The coffee and vanilla and spice—the scent seems darker, almost—swirls around your head and you moan. 

Tell me you think about me when you’re with her. 

She pushes up your shirt and you gasp at her fingertips on your bare skin. Heat seeps through to your stomach and you grip her closer. Her tongue languidly moves against yours, a stark contrast to the urgency pooling inside you. 

How much more of this can you take? 

You reach down and tear off your shirt and then hers, your lips immediately dropping down to nip at her collarbone. You feel her chest flare under your mouth and a thrill runs through you. 

Tell me that’s not what you’re doing.

Everything is happening so fast. Her scent and taste overwhelms you and you breathe hotly against her pale skin. Her fingers creep up your back and unclasp your bra. She glides it down your arms while you now suck at her cleavage and she gasps. 

You’re pulled up by your hair, her lips clash against yours, and you lose yourself in the kiss with your eyes still closed. 

Fingers play with the hem of your skirt and when her skin brushes against your lower stomach, there’s a tug from behind your navel to your cunt. Your hands push down her bra over her breasts and cup them, thumbs rolling her nipple. She moans. 

I want to hear you say it.

“Yes,” you gasp and she slides her hand down and underneath your skirt. You feel like you’re floating outside your own body, like this pleasure isn’t really yours. How strong was that drink? You can taste it on her breath still, the lemon and the grenadine and the orange bitters. The gin. 

Your chest heaves and you see Agatha smirking at you, taunting you with condescending praise about how needy you are for her. You are needy for her—you don’t think there’s anything you’ve ever wanted this much. 

She finds your clit over your underwear and presses on it and you keen loudly. Your sounds are swallowed by her mouth and you frantically moan for more. You grip onto her wrist, feeling the muscles tense as she moves to stroke her fingers over your clothed slit. 

“Please—fuck,” you groan. 

She pushes the gusset of your panties over and skates her warm fingers through your swollen folds and you bite down on her lip to keep yourself from crying out. Her breath catches and she teases your entrance. Your walls are already clenching around nothing, your clit sensitive and aching, and her perfume is just making you wetter. 

“Please,” you beg again. 

You finally get what you want—her finger pushes slowly into you and your mouth drops open, panting against her lips. It’s good, so good, but you need so much more. 

A second finger enters you and your hips jerk. 

You’re a good girl. 

“Yes, fuck, yes—Agatha,” you breathe and immediately your muscles stiffen. You hear a slight choking sound and your eyelashes flutter open to see a pair of shocked green eyes. 

Not blue. 

Morgan stares back at you, hurt written all over her face. 

Part Eight

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[junrenjun]

love and lacrosse jackets

pe teacher!vernon x chemistry teacher!reader (fem)

genre: fluff

wc: 3k

warnings: reader is referred to as ms. (and other fem pronouns), reader wears vernon's clothes

a/n: this is not an understand series update and i apologize for that. however, here's a vernon teacher au with a little side of lacrosse and dad!seungcheol

You were suddenly thrown out of your thoughts by one of your students sighing and turning from her worksheet. “Ms. y/n, can I ask a question?” 

You knew this student, Maya, was likely trying to get out of doing her assignment. She was too smart for her own good. “Depends. Is it about the worksheet?” 

She paused for a second, turning her head slightly away in order to avoid your gaze. “...no.”

You continued. “Do you need to go to the bathroom or the nurse?”

Maya sighed and mumbled, “no.”

You turned back to your computer while giving your final response. “Then I think you know the answer. I would be happy to talk to you once you’ve balanced all those equations.” 

You should’ve known she wasn’t giving up that easily. If anything, she probably gave up halfway through the worksheet because she knew the answers and was just looking for something to entertain herself. “Mr. Chwe lets us ask him questions all the time.”

You snorted. “Mr. Chwe is a PE teacher Maya. You don’t have worksheets to do in his classes. Unfortunately, you do in chemistry. So please finish this or at least study for your quiz next week.” 

Maya was apparently taken aback by this. She was quick to defend herself, saying, “how do you know we don’t do worksheets in PE?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Maybe you should've been a college professor instead of a high school teacher. “I’m the girls lacrosse coach and he’s the boys coach. We spend a lot of time together and I’ve never once seen him make a worksheet.” 

An evil grin spread across Maya’s face. You internally groaned at this. That expression means she’s up to absolutely no good. She turned and tapped on her partner’s arm. Great, now she’s distracting other students too. “Henry, wouldn’t Ms. y/n and Mr. Chwe make a cute couple?” He grinned and started going off on a tangent about how funny it would be if the two lacrosse coaches were dating. 

This conversation really took a turn for the worse, didn’t it? There’s nothing you could do but groan, out loud this time, and put your head in your hands. Your neighboring teacher, Mr. Seokmin, really has impeccable timing though. He stuck his head through your door and grabbed your attention a few moments later. “Hey Ms. y/n, do you have a student that can run an errand for me real quick?”

Now was your chance. “Maya, since you seem to have no interest in balancing any more equations, why don’t you go help Mr. Seokmin?”

Before she could protest, the physics teacher grinned brightly at her before exclaiming, “perfect! Come on Maya, I need someone to help me carry these projects to the library.” Once she was finally out of the room, you breathed a sigh of relief. 

It didn’t last long though because your other students suddenly started giggling and murmuring amongst each other. Henry, who was still turned toward you, decided he needed to continue Maya’s antics in her absence. “You did say you and Mr. Chwe were close.” More giggles were heard. 

You’re not sure what you did to deserve this treatment from your 3rd hour honors class of all people, but clearly it was something. “Alright if you all don’t go back to your work I’m not offering any extra credit on this next quiz.” The rest of the hour passed in silence. 

“What’s with the long face?” Vernon thought the joking would cheer his best player up, but it just made Henry frown even more. 

After a few moments of silence, he finally answered, “I had a quiz in chemistry today. Don’t think I did too well on it.”

Vernon was quick to ask him which teacher he had. “Your favorite, Ms. y/n,” Henry responded. 

The PE teacher rolled his eyes at the comment but still clapped his hand on the player’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine, kid. She offers extra credit. But she also told me you and Maya were pestering her the other day instead of doing your work, so maybe you should put a little more effort into understanding the material next time.”

Henry grumbled, knowing nothing good would come of an argument. “Yeah, whatever you say Coach.” Then, he dropped his bag on the ground and ran out onto the field to start warming up.

Vernon felt someone approach him from behind. “See dude, even the kids can pick up on you and y/n’s chemistry. Haha, get it? Chemistry? Y/n teaches chemistry.” The head coach could barely restrain himself from flicking Mingyu in the forehead. He was a great assistant coach, but an incredibly annoying friend. 

“Why can’t I just be friends with a coworker and fellow lacrosse coach?” Vernon complained. Mingyu simply watched on as his friend continued. “Just because we’re both single doesn’t mean we should get together. I mean she’s really cool and works really well with the kids. And she’s an insane lacrosse player, an even better coach too. I think she could get the girls to state this year. I just think…” He’s cut off by Mingyu smacking his arm. 

For once, he’s grateful for the assistant coach’s intrusion, because he turns around to find you jogging up to him. Weird, he thought to himself, since you and the girls have a game today. You skid to a stop next to the two, and make eye contact with him. “You don’t happen to have an extra SVHS shirt do you? I think I forgot my coaching shirt at home today and I really don’t want Seungcheol getting on my ass for it.” 

Vernon’s world comes crashing down at that moment. Maybe he does have a teensy little crush on you. Because the thought of you wearing his clothes has him swooning. Mingyu, ever so helpful, snaps him out of the moment by clearing his throat to yell at the boys for messing around. Vernon blinks at you for a second before stammering out, “uh yeah I think so,” and reaching into his bag. He pulls out a gray quarter zip with the words “SVHS” and “Coach Chwe” embroidered on the chest. He debates hiding it from your sight and shoving it back in his bag to save you both the embarrassment, but he knows how strict Seungcheol is as an athletic director. 

He eventually tosses it to you, stuttering out something about good luck while watching you throw it over your head. Once it’s on you say, “I have the same one, so hopefully no one sees the difference. Thanks Chwe.” He can’t even process your words because his brain is simply malfunctioning seeing you in his clothes, especially ones that say his name. He’s no better than his high schoolers. Before he knows it, you’re turning on your heel and jogging back to the main field. 

Someone comes up behind him, filling Mingyu’s absence, since the assistant coach ran off to lead practice drills in the middle of Vernon’s little crisis. He hears the lacrosse captain snickering and then telling him, “damn Coach, you’ve got it bad. You’re redder than a tomato.”

Vernon simply cannot handle it any further. “Oscar, for heaven’s sake, please shut your mouth and go back to practice.” Oscar throws his hands up in mock defense, before grabbing the ball that rolled over to Vernon’s feet and running back onto the field.

You really need to give Vernon his coach’s jacket back. It didn’t help that you weren’t a morning person, and seemed to accidentally leave it at home whenever you left for work each day. It also maybe didn’t help that it smelled just like the boy’s lacrosse coach, who, admittedly, smelled pretty damn good. But, you couldn’t hoard Vernon’s things forever. You were lucky enough that you had gone a week without him mentioning the jacket at all, which you chalked up to him knowing you were busy.

Tomorrow, you told yourself. Tomorrow you would take the jacket back to school and give it to him. You even laid it out with your own jacket, which you were going to wear the next since you had a game anyways. That, however, was a mistake. Because in the morning, groggy from lack of sleep, you accidentally threw on Vernon’s jacket and shoved your own into your work bag. 

How no one told you until 3rd period, you’re not quite sure. Mainly because Seokmin had specifically complimented your outfit when you visited him before your first class. You thought maybe it was because you were wearing a new pair of pants. Clearly it was not and the physics teacher was using it as a means to tease you (and Vernon by proxy). If only you had known.

Maya stepped into your classroom extra peppy that day, which was already a recipe for disaster. The fact that she was the one to catch that you were wearing Mr. Chwe’s zip-up certainly did not help. A gasped “oh my god” stopped you in the middle of your lecture. You pointedly looked at the girl before asking, “Maya, is everything alright?”

The poor girl could barely contain her excitement, practically shaking in her seat. “You’re dating Mr. Chwe! I knew it!”

You were caught so off-guard that it took you a while to respond. “Maya, where did you even get that idea from? And you’re being disruptive, I’m trying to teach about equilibrium.” 

She stood from her seat and pointed at you, before excitedly exclaiming, “your jacket. You’re wearing Mr. Chwe’s jacket!” You looked down and, sure enough, Vernon’s name was plastered across the chest. To put it plainly, you were mortified. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’ve embarrassed yourself even more when you don’t respond for a solid minute. 

Finally, when you’re done wallowing in pity in front of a bunch of 16 year olds, you make your way to your desk and pull out a hall pass. You hand it to Maya swiftly before telling her, “if you’re too invested in this to learn chemistry, go bother Mr. Chwe about it. It’s his planning period.” She gapes up at you before scrambling out of the room.

You turn back to the rest of the class, making sure to pointedly look at Henry. “No other questions about my love life?”

A deadly silence spreads across the room. Henry sinks back in his chair but you watch a hand creep up from the back of the classroom. You sigh and call on the girl. She’s clearly surprised you even allowed her to speak, because the question is whispered to the point you can barely hear it. “Why do you have Mr. Chwe’s jacket?”

The inquiry is enough to throw you off the deep end. “Ok, I’m not teaching the rest of class. I don’t care what you guys do as it’s either A) not disruptive or B) asking me about my personal life.” 

Seungcheol is surprised when there is a knock on the athletic office door in the middle of 3rd period. Students should be in class and if it were a staff member, they would have just let themselves in. He tells whoever it is to come in and is slightly less surprised to see Maya standing in front of him. She doesn’t let him speak first, quickly letting out, “do you know where Mr. Chwe is?”

He raises an eyebrow at the girl. “You got a hall pass kid?” he fires back. Maya waves the piece of paper around in his face. He rolls his eyes. 

She puts her hands on her hips and looks pointedly at him. “Seriously though. Do you know where Mr. Chwe is? It’s supposed to be his planning period or something.”

Seungcheol is still confused why she needs to see Vernon in the middle of 3rd hour and how she managed a hall pass for it. “Why?”

Maya plops down on the chair in front of his desk with a sigh, clearly this conversation was not happening without a little bit of a fight. “Ms. y/n sent me to ask him a question.”

The athletic director can’t help but let out a snort at the girl’s comment. Maya is suddenly interested in his reaction. “Why is that so funny? Do you think they’re dating too?”

Seungcheol is surprised yet again. “Do you think they’re dating?”

Now Maya snorts. “Obviously. Ms. y/n is wearing his lacrosse jacket today.” She laughs when the man’s eyes practically bulge out of his skull. He rustles around his desk, grabbing a notepad and writing another hall pass for the girl.

After scribbling for a second, he passes the note to the girl and tells her, “Mr. Chwe is in his office, room 218.”

The girl grabs the note from his hands and gleefully gets up to skip out the door. She stops midway through and calls out over her shoulder, “thanks Dad!”

“I’m not dating Ms. y/n, Maya. You know that.” Vernon sighs exasperatedly. “Why are you even asking me this?”

He knows he’s in for trouble when she smirks. “She’s wearing your coaching jacket today. Care to explain that?”

Vernon knows he should’ve asked for it back sooner rather than later. But he was secretly hoping that he would be able to see it on you one more time. And the longer you have it, the more likely it’s going to come back smelling like you (not that Vernon cares anyways right?). He doesn’t miss a beat though, explaining to Maya that he lent you his jacket for a game and that you probably mixed it up with your own. She’s not impressed, but she knows it’s an explanation that’s most likely true. This doesn’t stop her from interrogating Vernon further. “Do you want to date Ms. y/n?”

His silence is incriminating. He can tell by Maya’s mile wide grin. Trying to put an end to it, the lacrosse coach stands up from his desk, telling her that he’ll walk her back to whatever class she left from.

One tiny important detail he forgot is that you teach 3rd hour honors chemistry. A class that one of his players, Henry, shares with Maya. And he’s currently standing outside your door, watching as you type away on your computer. Sure enough, “Mr. Chwe” is embroidered across the chest. Vernon thinks he might combust on the spot. His student clearly picks up on this, muttering something about how she’s “seen middle schoolers with more balls.” 

He waits outside your door as Maya enters the room. There’s only a few minutes left of the period, so he figured it would be better for both of you to talk away from prying eyes. As the bell rings, he patiently watches the students trickle out your door. When he’s sure that everyone is gone, he steps into the doorway. What he does not expect is for you to walk straight into his chest, stumbling back with the cutest “oomph” he’s ever heard. 

Vernon is stunned but you look completely mortified. Probably because you just ran into the man whose jacket you’re wearing basically without his consent. His assumption is correct because you start mumbling out apologies. “I’m so sorry I thought this was my jacket when I grabbed it this morning. I didn’t mean to wear it today, I made such a mess of this. I shouldn’t have even asked for it in the first place. I was just about to change, give me a second I…”

The lacrosse coach cuts you off in the middle of your little rant. “Do you want to go out with me after your game on Friday?” 

You blink at him, not even processing the words he just said. When you finally do, your cheeks flush and you glance down at your watch. “Do you think you can ask me that in like 4 hours, Chwe?”

Vernon has no idea what you mean by that. He gawks a little bit. Do you need time to think about it? Are you not interested? Do you already have a boyfriend? Shit, he should’ve thought this through.

You break him out of his little trance with a small chuckle. “We’re on the clock Vernon. And you have a class in three minutes.” 

He glances at his watch. His freshman PE class is probably waiting for him. He mumbles something about meeting him on the main field before practice. Then he’s out the door. You’re left there, stunned, still in his jacket. You don’t bother to take it off the rest of the day.

A few hours later, Mingyu and Seokmin are watching you both converse from afar. Vernon’s cheeks are the reddest they’ve ever been. You’re fidgeting nervously but also smiling. It seems to be going well. Seokmin turns to the assistant coach before saying, “took them long enough.”

They hear someone approaching and turn to see Seungcheol. “You both owe me $20.” 

Both the teachers roll their eyes at him but reach for their wallets. Maya pops up from their other side, walking up to her father. “I should be getting at least half of that. I did all the work.” 

Seungcheol grunts, pondering her proposition. He turns to her. “What about this? You can either get $20 now or $200 if y/n is Mrs. Chwe before you graduate college?”

Maya’s eyes brighten and that sinister smile spreads across her cheeks once again. “Deal.” (She’s $200 richer at her college graduation).

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₊˚⊹♡ rin itoshi x f!reader " FRAMED RIVALRY " CHAPTER 002

in which your academic rival, aka the captain of the soccer team, sneaks his way into the photography club with you. ꨄ︎ CHAPTER 002

cw: swearing (a lot) , rin definitely needs therapy wc : 1.8k

if someone had told you a week ago that rin itoshi would willingly join the photography club, you wouldve laughed in their face. yet here he is, showing up to every meeting like he belongs, sitting in on discussions, and most annoying– actually being good at it. 

it doesnt make sense. rin is the the type to dismiss anything that doesn't revolve around soccer, the kind of person that scoffs at having to do anything that doesnt serve his ambitions. but every time you try to pry into his real motives, he gives you the same flat responses.

“i told you, i just like photography.” or–

“can you piss off?” or–

“mind your fucking business, lukewarm.”

but noone else seems to question it. the club members welcome him in without hesitation (except for livvy and daria, who you specifically warned to stay the hell away from him), is probably more impressed by the fact that the soccer captain is even acknowledging their existence. it gets on your nerves, especially when people start treating him like he’s some kind of prodigy. well, he sorta is– but thats besides the point.

“he’s a fast learner,” daria comments as you all review recent shots on the clubs computer. “look at this framing– i cant believe he did that.”

you barely glance at the image before skipping them with a scoff. “anyone can take a decent picture with the right settings. he’s just copying the techniques i already explained to him.”

rin, whos leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. he doesnt even react to your dismissiveness. “jealous?” he asks, his voice as indifferent as ever. 

you slowly turn around, facing him with a scowl. “of you? not a chance.”

“well thats not a pretty face.”

it becomes a pattern. rin attends every meeting that doesnt get in the way of his practice or his games, participating just enough to remain involved, and occasionally throws in dry, insulting comments at you and your clubmates, mostly you, made to push your buttons. and unfortunately, it works. you’d expect him to lose interest within days, to get bored and drop the act. but he doesnt.

and thats what bothers you the most.

you dont usually mind morning classes. if anything, you enjoy them– mostly due to most of the students being too tired to be rowdy, so mornings at your school are pretty peaceful. but that was before rin itoshi started making them unbearable.

ever since the debate project forced you to work together, things have only escalated between you two. its like a silent war– every test, every assignment, every question posed by the teacher turns into an unspoken battle for dominance.

and neither of you are willing to lose.

so when your first period teacher walks in, announcing an impromptu quiz, you already know exactly where this is headed. you get a glance at rin through your peripheral and find that he was already looking at you. obsessed freak. 

“i’ll be grading these on the spot,” the teacher says, handing out the papers. “no multiple choice– explanations are required. show your reasoning.”

you glance to your left once more, where rin is already twirling that stupid ballpoint pen between his fingers, the epitome of nonchalance. but you know better. you can feel the competitive energy radiating off of him.

the moment the papers hit your desk, it begins. you dont even bother writing your name, nor the date, nor the period.

the only sound in the room is the scratching of pens against paper. you work quickly but precisely, mapping out each answer with clear, logical steps. you’re writing harder than usual, your lead breaking a few times, and your palm begins to burn. you refuse to give rin the satisfaction of finishing before you.

a flicker of movement catches your eye. rin shifts slightly in his seat, leaning forward as he writes, his stroke sharp and decisive. he’s fast. too fast. it reminds you of how he acts on the field.

you grit your teeth. hes rushing. that has to be it. theres no way hes double checking his work at that pace. (unless he doesnt have to. maybe he is as perfect as he presents himself to be.)

your pencil moves faster.

you finish just as rin sets his pen down.

both of you look up at the same time, locking eyes.

theres a moment of intense silence. then, without a word, you both flip your papers over and slide them toward the edge of your desks, waiting for the teacher to collect them.

the rest of the class finishes at a normal, more human pace– less like a factory machine. but you and rin remain frozen in place, the unspoken competition still lingering between you.

the teacher grades quickly, making occasional sounds of both approval and disapproval. you watch as she pauses at rin’s paper (you knew it was his because you had already memorized his stupid handwriting, and got a glance at the moment she picked it up). her eyebrows lifted slightly before marking something. then she gets to yours, tapping her pen against the desk thoughtfully before moving on.

finally, she returns her focus back to the class. “excellent work from most of you,” she says, “but per usual, our top scorers were neck and neck.” 

you sit up straighter. rin remains still.

the teacher glances between the two of you, lips quirking slightly, as if she finds this amusing. “one of you scored 100%. the other, a 99.”

your breath catches.

you whip your head toward rin at the same time he looks at you. his expression is unreadable, but you could see it in his eyes– hes waiting.

the teacher places the papers down on her desk. “the perfect score goes to…” she paused. you felt as if she was creating suspense on purpose. she finally flips one over, revealing the name scrawled at the top.

and to your surprise, its not yours.

for a second, you just stare at it. the weight of that single point settles uncomfortably in your chest, and embarrassment bubbles in your stomach.

slowly, you turn to look at him. he’s not smirking, not outright gloating, but theres a flicker of triumph in his expression. the way his lips press together, the way his fingers drum lightly on the desk as if to say, i win.

you inhale sharply. one point. you lost by one point.

it shouldnt bother you this much. its just a quiz. its not like this is the first time one of you has beaten the other.

but it does bother you– no, it enrages you.

so when the teacher move’s on, discussing the correct answers, you lean slightly toward rin and mutter, “enjoy your fuckin’ moment. this wont happen again.”

he doesnt look at you, but the corner of his mouth lifts slightly. “thats not very head of the student council of you.”

that stupid fucking smirk made you want to strangle him and leave him to the rats. you pursed your lips before responding, your tone the opposite of polite. “shut up, dickwad.”

he didnt seem to take it to heart. all he gave was a simple eye roll and a breathy laugh, if you could even call it that. “sounds like someones mad they lost.”

and just like that, the war continues.

rin itoshi is an annoyingly fast learner. 

that much becomes obvious after only a few days in the photography class.

youd hoped he would get bored, that the frustration of being a beginner would drive him a way. but rin treats photography the same way he treats soccer or school– like a challenge. and rin doesnt lose.

which means hes actually trying.

and, worse– he’s getting better.

you watch as he crouches low, camera in hand, adjusting his focus with practiced precision. as of right now, the photography club was taking pictures while the student government set up the school to become more valentine's day themed. currently, you had rin practice by taking a photo of a boy hanging up heart-shaped decor on the walls. he clicks the shutter, barely pausing before reviewing the shot.

you dont want to admit it, but the composition is good. the depth of field is balanced, and the framing naturally draws the eye to the subject.

he stands, his frame towering over you as he turned the camera toward you. “better?”

you tilt your head, pretending to scrutinize. “..its fine.”

rin frowns slightly. “thats what you said last time.”

“maybe you’re just ‘fine’ at this.”

his lips press into a thin line. “lukewarm critique.”

you roll your eyes. “you want real critique?” you snatch the camera from his hands and point at the screen. “your subject placement is predictable, your angles are too rigid, and you rely too much on symmetry. it looks… controlled.”

rin raised an eyebrow. “and thats a bad thing?”

“its a safe thing.” you lift your own camera. “photography isnt just about control. Its about instinct, feeling natural. feeling the shot instead of just calculating it.

rin doesnt look convinced. “feeling doesnt win anything.” 

“tell that to every award winning photographer literally ever.” you step past him, snapping a picture without even looking through the viewfinder. then you turn the screen toward him. “see?”

rin stares at it for a moment, then exhales through his nose. “so youre saying i should just take random pictures instead? thats stupid.”

you roll your eyes again. “i’m saying you should stop treating this like a competition.”

he gives you a look that is so blatantly unimpressed that it makes your blood boil. “you think im competing with you?”

you stare at him. is he fucking serious?

rin doesnt react. no denial, no confirmation. he just watches you with that same impassive expression, teal eyes unreadable. then he tilts his head slightly.

“or maybe i just like photography.”

the way he says it– so deliberately, so casually– makes you want to shove your camera down his throat and watch him choke to death.

instead, you step closer, voice low. “say that again with a straight face.”

rin blinks. then, like the shitty little menace he is, he repeats with a deadpanned expression. “maybe i just like photography.”

you swear he’s fucking with you.

the moment is cut short– the bell. the club members begin packing up, and rin, as usual, moves on as if nothing happened. you watch as he slings his camera strap over his shoulder, leaving without another word.

and you– you are left standing there frustrated beyond belief. 

because of the rivalry.

because he’s improving too fast.

and because you're starting to believe he’s damn near perfect, and you hate it.

what does this mean for you?

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i got lazy w this so its kinda bad sorry!! also i dont know jack shit abt photography lol just roll with it.

tags: @mixolya @x3nafix @rinniebinniebay @levihanmyotp @anqelkoz @megumismyhusband @aisqka

[randomdwellerr]

A/N: i think I’ve fallen victim to the A03 writers curse as I dropped my beautiful computer down the stairs early this week. Anyways I hope yall enjoy a nice slow burn because I was 3500 words in like “I STILL HAVEN’T ADDED THE SMUT.” I think I did dumbification justice here but lmk ofc. Anyways this will be on A03 soon enough.

Office hours

Warnings: Dumbification, DubCon, Power Imbalances, cruel Zhongli lowkey, Spanking, Degradation. Lmk if I missed anything ❤️

Make sure to study chapters 9-10, 13, and 14 in your Geography Book and come prepared to discuss your findings next class.

Yeah right, if only the reading was comprehensible! The paragraphs about climatology jumbled together before flying off the pages, toward different corners of your room.

You’d studied so hard that when you squinted your eyes, it didn’t provide you with a clearer look, but instead blurred further. Only when you blink rapidly would the fog temporarily dissipate from view. At this point, you were one eye rub away from convincing yourself that this was a visual impairment, not a school related mental breakdown.

And that wasn’t the worst of it, your hands had begun to cramp from gripping your highlighter or pen while you frantically tried to write to retain some of the knowledge. That’s when you knew things were going downhill.

And to the surprise of no one, that didn’t work.

What was once a well organized notebook was now filled with scribbles or yellow streaks— and occasionally tears— as you continued to hunch over your desk.

You were— are a good student. B average, nice scholarship, advanced placement, everything had been going nicely but a stupid geography had been your downfall.

You didn’t intend on doing anything related to the subject when you took the class, and you surely weren’t now that you had a taste of the stress, but you had signed up for the class with a bit of peer pressure from your friends.

It was easy they said, we’d see each other more they claimed. If you could go back in time, you would warn yourself that only the latter was true, and only for a while anyway.

The first day of class in the crowded auditorium, you’d secured a plush seat with your group of friends. You’d figure the class would be easy enough, you’d taken a handle full of history classes through high school and now college.It didn’t hurt that Professor Zhongli was easy on the eyes—and the ears. His deep, rumbling voice paired with sharp hazel eyes was enough to distract you. And then there was that long ponytail, somehow managing to look both professional and a little magical when it caught the light. Oh, and an empty ring finger.

Honestly, if the whole teaching thing didn’t work out for him, envisioning Zhongli as a model wasn’t hard.

Everything started out fine. The first quiz had been easy enough, based on the contents of the syllabus Mr Zhongli passed out on the first day of classes.

After that, the harder stuff started. Climatology, Geomorphology, Hydrology, every single horrific

topic, that you couldn’t comprehend. The first couple class days, you would joke around with your friends, listen to music, anything else but study in the designated time. Your teacher however, never said anything, never called on you to answer a question, read aloud, nothing. If you doubted before he knew your name, you were sure he didn’t know it now.

When the second test came around, you knew you’d made a grave mistake, not only by not taking the class seriously but actually signing up for the class in the first place. A fat F, circled in red ink, rested at the top of your paper. When your friends sports low to mid A’s and B’s, you knew something had to give. And apparently the solution was simpler than you’d thought, as written in neat handwriting below the F was a note.

Perhaps you should try sitting up front, away from potential distractions.

Maybe instead of blindly signing up for the class you should have looked his name up on ratemyprofessor, even now you wanted to leave a scathing review on his surprisingly perfect record.

The paper was promptly balled up and thrown into a small corner of your room, probably next to your syllabus.

How utterly ridiculous. If he could notice you getting distracted during his lecture, he could also realize that you had stopped talking to your friends in class a long time ago.

But that wasn’t the real problem anyways, and you knew it. His class was too hard. It was deadline after deadline after deadline, whether it be of assigned reading, essays, peer review, and God forbid you attempted the extra credit.

There was bonus work to boost your grade so

of course you didn’t expect the work to be easy but hard was a true gross understatement.

The directions were simple enough, do this, this, this, a little more of that, and this again. As expected of a college course, but how could you manage to do all of that if you couldn’t finish— let alone understand the work you were actually required to do.

Soon enough though, you tossed your pride aside and moved to the front of the class. And true to his advice, you had been able to comprehend more, not a lot more, but something was better than nothing.

And it seemed he noticed too, his eyes began to actually find yours in class and his smile seemed genuine too. A polite, encouraging grin that never ceased to make your efforts seem worth it.

The next test, however, reminded you of your standing in the class. A cursive D+ sat like a black hole on the front of your quiz packet. Progress like that was truly no progress at all.

If you hadn’t already wasted water crying during the test itself, you would have broken down when he returned the paper to you. Face down.

With the actual exam coming up, you knew you needed to see Mr Zhongli in person. Under no circumstances could you fail this class, even if it didn’t help you further your career you still couldn’t flunk it. Lest you want to lose your scholarship.

The bag crossed over your chest, felt extra heavy as you trekked to Zhongli’s office. Maybe it was the computer, or the spiral notebook, but most likely it was the 319 page Geography book buried somewhere inside it. The physical copy was paid for by your scholarship but the online copy was not and being the broke College student you were, it definitely was not affordable.

Your knuckles brushed against the oak door, below the golden name plate that read Dr Morax. The name seriously fit him, it sounded just as professional as he was.

After a firm come in you found yourself inside his medium sized office.

He gave you time to take in your surroundings, multiple diplomas of varying degrees and schools hung on the cream walls. The wooden desk that separated you two was an organized mess, numerous stacks of papers, some graded, some not. Other nicks nacks were neatly placed on the desk, the school mascot bobblehead, newton's cradle, a small wooden globe, the things usually expected to see on a teacher's desk. This room was definitely bigger than most professors work spaces than you had seen.

“Please take a seat,” Mr Zhongli motioned to one of the plush seats in front of his desk. His own position was relaxed as he leaned back in the chair, hands folded neatly on his lap, one of his long legs sat draped over another. His slim ponytail was draped over his white button down, so long that it almost reached down to the black slacks he wore.

“Nice of you to finally stop by.”

Now that felt underhanded. Your eyes snapped up to him ready to say something back, but the words died in your throat at his look. HIs gaze was half lidded while he sported a lopsided smile that bordered on a smirk.

“Finally?” You sank into the seat, dropping your satchel onto the hardwood floor beside you with a sigh.

“Oh yes, your grade in my class is far from satisfactory.” Zhongli’s grin became tight while he spoke. The once playful glint in his eyes was taken over by a serious demeanor. Professor Zhongli.

You shifted forward, crossing your own legs to mimic his attitude.

“Yes sir, I’m sure you figured that’s why I’m here,” your voice sounded a lot more pathetic than you expected it to. It reminded you of the one time in high school when you begged your PE teacher to let you skip the FitnessGram Pacer test.

Let’s just say the second worst grade you’ve ever gotten was gym.

“I do,” Zhongli drawled, he now placed his arms on the desk, one hand remaining still while another gripped a pencil, “but truly, I’m not sure there’s much I can do for you.”

That was not what you had wanted nor expected to hear and your face reflected that. The whole wide-eyed mouth open shabang.

Zhongli released a breathy laugh at your expression, "there's nothing I can do for you but I believe you could help yourself.”

The anger you felt at his first dig was now bubbling back up, with more force. How many times could someone slyly insult you in one sitting?

¨And how could I do that sir?” Zhongli matched your attitude, pushing himself fully under the desk. His expression remained pleasant though, a nice albeit thin smile stretched across his face.

¨You could start by actually paying attention in class.”

Really? Like you hadn't just moved your seat to sit in the front of the class, mind you, BY YOURSELF. And all he had to offer is that your focus was still waning, it was though, only because you had the sexiest teacher ever though. Not from lack of effort on your part, so it’s not like it was truly your fault to start with.

Zhongli patiently waited for you to begin a retort before cutting you off with a demeaning wave of his hand, ¨Yes, yes, you moved. Like you should have from the start, you don't get a high five for doing what is expected of you. What I’d like to know is why you still struggle in my class, it’s definitely not from lack of opportunity.”

¨I assign plenty of extra credit, so I’m assuming it's not that.” Zhongli’s eyes flickered down, no not to your hidden bust, but to an open planner on his desk, before they met yours again. ¨Perhaps you should consider dropping my class.”

That finally made you bristle, visibly too, your eyes widened again as you recoiled. His words might as well have physically struck you. Being a good student meant that most teachers never had to criticize you, let alone act so sharp. His Zhongli’s blunt statements hurt in a way only a prideful student like you could feel.

You needed to act unbothered and hopefully, get under his skin too. Fixing your face into something a bit more stoic you started again.

“Doesn’t it reflect badly on a Professor if they have failing students?” You found your nails to be more interesting than meeting Zhongli’s intense gaze, his eyes seemed alight from the fierce way he stared at you.

What you didn’t expect was a throaty laugh from him, that pulled you from your nail inspection.

“Students, yes. One singular student, not so much.”

Negotiations had definitely fallen through.

Outwitting people was something you were good at. One thing that hurts more than having your ego bruised is having it body slammed when you find out you're not as good at something as you believed yourself to be.

Reading your reaction Zhongli chuckled again, “oh dear, not the answer you wanted was it?”

Your eyes couldn’t lift from the floor now, but even that served as a constant reminder of the stage you were hoping to walk on. Before any of this happened.

Zhongli’s voice pierced the silence, “Well, I have some time to help you study now, is that fine with you?”

Really there was only one choice, but you contemplated both regardless. You needed his help to bring up your grade and hopefully pass the upcoming exam but also, you didn’t want him to belittle you any further.

Maybe you could study on your own. In high school you reviewed for biology tests using the Amoeba Sisters. Did they even have anything like that for geography though?

When you found the courage to meet Zhongli’s eyes again, now lounging in his chair with his hands braced behind his head. Your ears tinted pink when you saw his lips, still in a smirk but not as wide.

Maybe you could deal with his taunting for an hour or two. For your grade of course! Not because he was gorgeous or anything. Although it helped.

“Fine,” decided to lighten the mood a bit you added, “hopefully you’re better at this than in class.”

Zhongli let out a breathy laugh while he leaned further back in his chair to glance at the clock. “Perhaps, though you may find my teaching methods unconventional.”

“Oh?” You dug into your satchel to find your textbook, “how so?”

Zhongli crossed his arms in front of himself before releasing a thoughtful groan, one that had your pupils blow open a fraction wider. “How about I quiz you, and for each question you get wrong..”

His gaze flickered from the sky of contemplation to you, “I could use a more… tactical approach. Like consequence and reward.”

As his smirk seemed to stretch, the air in the office became heavier. You blinked, believing you were imagining his suggestive voice.

“Consequence?” It’s not like your grade could get much lower so what could he do to harm you?

The pause that followed was thick with unspoken meaning, you didn’t dare move either. You were frozen in the plush chair, pinned by Zhongli’s half lidded stare.

“For each wrong answer, I could bend you over my knee and spank you.”

You blinked, then blinked again. Did he really just say that so calmly? Like he asked you to make a batch of flashcards. Heat rose to your already rosey cheeks, and you quickly looked away, feeling your heartbeat just a bit faster.

“You can’t be serious!”

“What’s wrong with that? It’s a straightforward form of discipline, it may even work on you.” The way he said the word you sent a chill down your spine. The word felt heavier, like he was implying that even someone of your caliber could understand.

You swallowed, hard. But you didn’t stand up from the chair, nor did you threaten to report him. Instead you stayed seated and actually considered his suggestion.

“What if I get the answers right?”

You seemed to be endless entertainment to Zhongli as he laughed again before retorting, “as unlikely as that maybe, we can come up with a suitable reward if that happened.”

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you completely ignored the ruder side of this comment.

Zhongli leaned in slightly as he gestured to the study materials laid out on his desk, “shall we begin? Or are you not going to be attentive enough again?”

He was challenging you, skillfully he goaded you

into playing his game, to participate in something where you both knew you were likely to lose. Maybe it was the lack of sleep that caused you to act so desperate. If you told on him now, you could probably drop the class without it being on your record, but a deeper desire helped guide your answer.

“I can focus,” you said, a little sharper than you had intended, “what’s the first question?”

Zhongli reached for the discarded textbook on his desk, flipping to a random page towards the middle. His smirk deepened as he read over the line.

“This is something we went over in class rather recently. Describe the process of orographic precipitation.”

Before you could catch yourself, your face fell. Your mind had blanked on you. And given the cruel grin Zhongli bore, he knew you wouldn’t know the answer.

Even though you vaguely remembered the name written on the board in class, the words didn’t arrange themselves in your head for you to create a clear answer with.

“I don’t remember,” you quickly added before Zhongli could speak, “this isn’t fair, you knew I wouldn’t know this.”

“I just opened the book, I didn’t choose the page at all.” His smug tone was nothing to match the satisfacted grin proudly stretched across his face.

“I also just mentioned we went over this in class so maybe it’s not any fault of mine anyway.”

No use in arguing with him especially because you did somewhat recall him going over it.

“Next question.”

For five whole minutes, Zhongli asked you question after question. Each of which you got pitifully wrong. As time went on you itched for Zhongli to end this sadistic game, which he was no doubt dragging out. Maybe to humiliate you, or maybe to tally up each incorrect answer and actually hit you for each of them.

Your face began to blush at the possibility of him actually spanking you. He probably only said it to get under your skin and hopefully get better results. If that was the case, you’d be very disappointed but also relieved, you didn’t want to get hit that much.

“—paying attention.”

“Latitude!” You exclaimed before shrinking in on yourself. You knew for a fact that the answer to whatever question he asked that ended in paying attention was definitely not latitude and nor would an answer be so simple with him.

Suddenly Zhongli stood up, dropping the textbook closed back onto his desk. His expression was somewhat pleased but also very annoyed. Once he reached your side of the desk, he grasped your wrist, pulling you to your feet. And with a gentle yet steady hold, he guided you to his side where he once again sat down, only to look up at you expectantly.

Zhongli’s black trousers made it hard to see any depth in his pants, but from the visible bulge you could make an educated guess on how he was feeling.

“Must I spell everything out for you? Lower your pants and bend knees over my legs.”

Face falling again, you tried to ask why that was necessary before Zhongli cut in with a sigh.

“How will I know it truly hurts if I’m not hitting your skin?”

That was almost a logical explanation if it wasn’t so sadistic. Your face must have been bright red with embarrassment as you unbuttoned your slacks. His honey eyes tracked your every move, as you lowered the fabric down your legs, then stepped out of them all together.

Feeling a bit relieved at your choice of black underwear, and not your hot pink ones, you slowly draped yourself across Zhongli’s lap.

Only a few seconds ago, you were speculating on if Zhongli was actually hard or not but now you could tell he was as his erection poked your waist.

You could feel his heat from his palm warming your plush flesh as he rubbed small circles on your ass above your underwear.

Then came the first hit. A sharp pain stretched across both mounds of soft tissue, the ache rippled down your legs and to your toes. Rebelliously, you bit your lip to hide any noises of discomfort or the subtle pleasure.

“Oh? After being shown just how pathetic you are, you refuse to even take your punishment correctly?”

The hand Zhongli had used to hold you flush against his lap, slipped to your face and squeezed your nose shut. In shock, you opened your mouth to protest but before you could, a much harder slap landed against your ass. A loud cry of pain— definitely not pleasure, tumbled from your lips.

Heavy tears traveled down your face and wet Zhongli’s pants.

“Two hits and you’re already crying?” He softly kneaded the skin before slapping it again, “no matter, I assumed if you weren’t good at school you’d be good at this.”

“But I am good at school! It’s just your stupid class—.”

A slap rang out in the room as Zhongli delivered the harshest slap yet. This time he didn’t rub the skin, instead he lifted you off his lap and placed you on the cold hardwood floor of his office. The coolness soothed your burning bottom.

“You may surprise me yet with some skill.”

You took only a second to wipe your tears before you heard the sound of Zhongli removing his belt. Instinctively, self preservation won because you scrambled back, hitting your head on the edge of Zhongli’s desk in the process. But shockingly enough, he didn’t wrap it around his hand to hit you harder.

Instead he placed it on the desk as he worked on undoing his slacks button and zipper. Once he finished that, Zhongli reached into his pants to pull out his penis.

Truth be told, you weren’t a prude, you’d had sexual encounters before, none that went past giving or receiving oral sex but still. Zhongli’s dick was pretty too though, a thick underside vein ran from the scrotum to his tip. The head itself was flushed, apparently the blush he lacked on his face his cock made up for.

Still, the size itself was impressive, you couldn’t tell how long it was but at least your fist and a half.

From the angle you sat on the floor at, you couldn’t tell if he had any hair but you doubted a man as well kept as Zhongli would be anyways.

Suddenly his hands shot out and grabbed you under your arms, turning you around and placing him on his lap. In this position his thighs rested between yours.

“I had considered making you suck me off when you eventually did come to see me about your grade but to think you were such an… abysmal student, we’ll just do this for now.”

Zhongli lifted your ass before sliding your panties to the side and thumbing your clit.

“You couldn’t even take your punishment honorably, not that I expected you too anyways..”

Zhongli droned on as he rubbed same circles on your pearl. Though you hadn’t heard a single word he said, not that you had the capacity to do so anyhow, his fingers skillfully manipulated you to putty in the man’s hands. His middle finger slipped to your entrance as he began to lethargically massage your g-spot.

You had heard of that area but, you nor your previous partners had been able to stimulate it the same way Zhongli was now.

Reached a new height as he introduced another finger, further pressing into the velvety zone.

Maybe it was because you hadn’t been touched in so long that you came so quickly but it happened regardless. Your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave as Zhongli allowed you to ride it out. The pleasure was kin to a hot shower (that you would definitely be taking once this was over with) after a long day. One of those showers that you sit in the tub and let the water trickle down from your hair to your toes.

Once the pleasure was over though, it was done completely. Zhongli removed his hands before pushing you down into the desk, half of your face buried into a stack of ungraded papers. His hand pressed down between your shoulder blades effectively pinning you to the wood.

You heard the chair roll behind you as Zhongli stood up, his penis slipping in between your folds.

“Now that you’ve had your pleasure, I will be taking mine.”

Without further warning, Zhongli began to pierce you, inch by inch he sunk deeper in your quim. He wasn’t rough, nor was he forceful as he pressed on. His hand still remained placed on your back but his other trailed down your side before grabbing your hip and pulling you back onto him. So now not only was he entering you, he was pulling you back to meet him halfway.

Your lower body ached at the intrusion, as low moans of pain and contentment left you. It felt weird to be filled up like this but also so natural. Now you hated not going further than oral sex with anyone else.

When Zhongli was completely inside you, he stopped moving to sigh, “truly made for this. If all were to fail, you could always sell yourself. I’m sure you’d make a nice sum of mora.”

Words of protest were turned into lewd moans as Zhongli began to grind into you, not not thrusting but slowly rolling his hips. Remembering your setting you bit your lip again, in hopes of not drawing unwanted attention.

“Don’t,” Zhongli began to pick up the pace, no longer rocking but instead coming all the way out before pounding back into you, hitting that special sponge inside you. “Everyone has already left for the day.”

Your gasp was turned into a high pitched moan as Zhongli rammed into you particularly hard. Him knowing that no one was there let you know just how in control of the situation Zhongli was, with that came a shocking revelation. He probably planned this all along.

You weren’t given anymore time to think about that possibility as Zhongli slightly lifted your chest from the desk. Now that one of his hands no longer had to hold you down, it wrapped around to toy with your nipple.

The harsh pulling on the soft nub brought out more yells from you as he didn’t relent of his intent to bully his way into your womb.

“Look at you,” Zhongli cooed, “drooling on yourself.”

Although his words were embarrassing, they didn’t register in your mind as you tried to bounce in tandem with his thrusts. At least you attempted to before his grip on your hip tightened in warning.

That hand also slipped to the front and sloppily rubbed your clit, leaving you to support your rocking weight on unsteady arms. The sound of his hips meeting your sore ass sent resounding sharp claps into different corners of the room.

It felt like hours upon hours of Zhongli’s grunting in your ear, the sudden sharp pain shooting up your spine from your butt, him pinching your sensitive nipple.

Now his movements were a bit choppy as, you assumed, Zhongli was close to reaching his orgasm. As opposed to traveling faster, his cock was going deeper, looking to bury its head in your cushiony womb. Merely seconds before him, you came. A second mind numbing euphoria, almost as rich as the last one covered you like a heated blanket. Your eyes squeezed closed as you were captured in bliss.

Just as sudden as it had started, it ended, as Zhongli emptied himself inside you. After a few seconds of his warm seed spurting inside you. The room was still hot with both of your gasps as Zhongli’s musky cologne permeated your senses from behind you.

Following your shared daze, he pulled out of you, allowing his semen to also drip onto the floor. You collapsed face first onto your geography textbook. Behind you, Zhongli’s leather seat creaked as he fell onto the chair. The sound of a draw opening made you aware enough to open your eye a little bit.

Zhongli's fingers came into view as he held a small tablet, “It’s a plan b.”

Opening your mouth to allow him to place the pill on your tongue you shut your eye again. You wanted the moment to never end, the nerve damaging pleasure you experienced tonight was truly life changing, but your momentary reprieve was ruined by the sound of Zhongli redoing his pants. In the midst of cleaning himself up, he rubbed up and down your back gently.

“You’re earned an A for the quarter by the way.”

~

Quick end note. Do you think Zhongli have a plan b implies that he’s done this before or that he prepared for you really well?

[chiara-hotel]

Helping teen!Reader with their homework Characters: Dazai, Silver Wolf & Arlecchino

Dazai can only help in subjects hes good in-otherwise he looks at the paper and states "yeah nope, can't do this-ask Kunikida"

Some Subjects he will teach include:

English/literature + Writing

Japanese

Geography

History

Whenever he helps you, he puts full effort into it though

Even more effort than work and if anyone says anything he just stares at them and goes like "do you really want one of our youngest members to fail the most important exam of their life? No? Thats what I thought so let me keep helping them"

Silver wolf is your main caretaker in the Stellaron hunters-I mean would you trust Blade to watch a kid every day? Or Kafka? So Silver Wolf has been there through everything with you

If she's not gaming then she's free to help you with any questions you need, she might not have the answer but she can always take your notes and quiz you

Even so-she's a fast learner and can memorize it even faster than you

Some Subjects shes good at include:

Computer Science

Anything related to games

English/Chinese/Japanese

Math

Subjects she doesn't like teaching you:

Science

History

- Silver finds those both boring-but if needed she will teach them

As he is one of the oldest members of the house of the hearth, he is used to helping the younger kids out

Even with their homework!

Lyney was definitely a A+ student in school so he could easily teach you some of the concepts you need help on

Whatever way you learn best, he tries to take that into consideration when deciding how to tutor you

If he needs extra help then sometimes Lynette helps you out aswell

Lyney also manages to use magic to aid in his teaching abilities (for example addition or such)

Some subjects hes good at:

English/Chinese/Japanese

Math

Drama/Dance

Art

Music

Some subjects he doesn't like:

Science

History

Aside from her harbinger duties, when she finally has the time to visit the house of the hearth she often helps the kids with their homework

If some of the kids need assistance, she is happy to help them

She is very direct with her teaching skills, but loves to use examples with learning

For example if you're studying for an important biology test on the human system she could get you a real life system to dissect

If you don't like those kind of things then she's also fine with sticking with diagrams

Some subjects she likes:

English/Japanese/Chinese/French

Art

Music

Science

Subjects she doesn't like:

Geography

History

- Now Arlecchino is amazing at teaching Geography and History-but they aren't her favorite subjects since she doesn't like talking about the past

[cjwritesforyou]

College Freshman Chapter 13

A little behind on the upload time :)

Chapter 13 of College Freshman, uploaded daily.

It was another day in the classroom. Angie was getting used to college, and she found it easier than high-school. She didn’t understand that one.

Molly walked into the class and saw Angie at her usual seat.

“Hey soldier,” Molly said, taking the seat behind her.

“Good morning,” Angie said.

“It’s just morning,” Molly yawned. She was always here a minute or a few minutes before class started, but she was never really a morning person. “Just trying to make it through class right now.”

“I thought you had a little more energy usually.”

“I didn’t get enough sleep last night is the real culprit.”

“What were you doing?”

“Binge-watching videos,” Molly said, and smiled the most she had this morning. “They’re fun to watch. Almost too fun.”

“You should just go to sleep. There are more important things to do today, aren’t there?”

Molly looked at Angie like she was out of her mind. She stared at her for a few seconds. “You don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

The door opened and dress shoes came marching in the room toward the computer.

“Hello, class,” the professor said.

“Hello,” a few students grumbled.

The professor was in a better mood today and started lecture right away. He was ready for it. And Angie was glad he was.

Thomas still wasn’t there yet. Finishing up a paper, Angie assumed. He hadn’t been absent yet. Not that this professor takes attendance, anyways. A lot of students caught on early and had stopped showing up for class all together. How would they know the quiz or test dates?

The professor kept lecturing and Angie kept taking neat notes. It was easy to follow, and the professor was into it.

A familiar thud came from the door. Angelina picked her head up from her notes to see Thomas. He started walking in and waved at her. She waved back, and she got that same sensation in her chest. She couldn’t focus now. The professor never stopped but she did. She had to. Thomas took an open chair and sat down.

“Can’t take notes now?” Molly whispered.

“I can’t do it,” Angelina said.

“It’s only natural.”

“What does that mean?”

Molly didn’t answer her question and she looked back at her. She was even taking notes, too. Angie looked back at the lecture and tried to focus. It was all going so smoothie until… until he showed up. She liked his presence but she couldn’t focus. Her eyes turned to the doorknob he used, and she instinctively pushed her hair behind her ear. What was this feeling?

She looked back at the lecture and forced herself to take notes. Forced herself to pay attention, too. She didn’t used to have attention issues, but now… now was different. The professor never looked her way, and she never forced her hand up to be called on, for good measure.

When class was nearing its end the professor stopped everyone from leaving.

“We haven’t had a test in a while,” the professor said. “After the weekend, your first class back will be a test. It’s on the syllabus, but I know you don’t check that thing,” he laughed to himself. The rest of the class was quiet. “Well, study up, and I’ll see you soon. Bye, everyone,” the professor said and left the classroom. His dress shoes were clacking all up the hallway so Angie chose to wait.

The rest of the classroom was filing out the door and Angie sat there, waiting for everyone. Waiting for their professor to be far enough away, too.

“Angelina,” a familiar voice said. She turned her head and saw Thomas.

“Thomas!” Angie said.

“Are you free this weekend?” Thomas asked, and awkwardly waved his hand. “You know, to study.”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, actually.”

“That makes life easier, then,” Thomas said. “Text me if it doesn’t work, but I’ll assume the same place and time as last,” he said, getting out of the classroom quick. He opened the door, and looked back at her. “Well then.”

“Well, then,” Angelina smiled and waved him off.

She heard a giggle behind her and knew exactly who it was.

“Well then,” Molly said, impersonating Thomas’s voice. “I’ll assume too.”

“You don’t have to assume anything.”

“You know I do.”

Angie and Molly stood up and left the classroom. They couldn’t help but laugh. It was another day, after all.

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Tech Quiz Questions

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Technology is a big part of our everyday life. From mobile phones to smart devices, tech is everywhere. That’s why answering quiz questions technology based can help you understand the world around you better. Whether you are a student, teacher, or tech enthusiast, these quizzes can be both fun and educational.

Trying out a technology questions quiz helps you stay updated with the latest trends and gadgets. You’ll come across all sorts of topics like internet facts, computer basics, AI, and more. And don’t worry if you're not a tech expert—these quizzes start easy and become more interesting as you go.

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Kahoot!

Kahoot! is an interactive learning platform commonly used in educational settings to create and play game-based quizzes. It is designed to make learning engaging and fun, turning traditional classroom quizzes into interactive and competitive activities. Kahoot! usually used in classrooms, and virtual meetings to make learning more interactive and fun. Kahoot! is a game-based learning platform that makes it easy to create, share and play learning games or trivia quizzes in minutes.

How to use:

Go to kahoot.com and login to your account.

At the top of menu, click Kahoots tab.

In Kahoots Quiz page, a.  Select the check box of a Kahoots quiz you want to play. b.  Click Play.

Choose Classic (player vs. players) or Team mode (team vs. team with shared devices)

The screen will now display the game lobby with the Game Pin # and joining instructions.

Students enter the Pin # in Kahoot! mobile app or at kahoot.it on their devices (computer or mobile) and click Enter.

Students enter a nickname and click OK, go! button, which will populate on your screen in the game lobby.

You will see students that joined this Kahoot! Click Start on your screen to begin the game.

The question and answer choices will be displayed on your screen, whereas student screens will display on the answer buttons.

Once all the players have answered the question, the correct answer and a bar graph with the overall snapshot of the class responses will be displayed on the instructor’s screen.

Click Next to move to the next question.

At the end of each question, the Leaderboard will display the top five scorers.

Once the game is over, winner information will be displayed in the Podium and the student screen will show their personal results and rank.

Click Get Results to be able to save an Excel spreadsheet with results of student responses and scores.

Reflection:

Kahoot! It is also a learning website that is often used in class. I have also used the website to create quizzes. In my experience, Kahoot is a very creative website. Making quizzes using Kahoot makes the atmosphere more fun and enjoyable. Taking quizzes on Kahoot can help students' accuracy and speed in working on practice questions and can find out whether students have understood the explanation given by the teacher.

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Freerice

Freerice - Website Launched 2007

(Image Copyright Freerice and the United Nations World Food Programme)

Freerice, originally penned FreeRice, is a web-based application that allows users to participate in a myriad of categories, multiple choice quizzes whose correct answers translate to donations of rice to communities in need. For every question the user answers correctly at any category, at any difficulty level, results in 10 grains of rice donated via the United Nations World Food Programme. 

I remember first being introduced to this program when I was in high school in the early 2010s and there's a nice feeling about seeing a production like this still going along almost a couple decades after launch. Language arts teachers specifically at my school really enjoyed its use to help with vocabulary and as the only French student who didn't get into honors society for French I was pleased that it at least allowed my struggling foreign language student self pass. I also remember having competitions between myself and my classmates, especially my one friend in the class, to see who could earn the most grains of rice during our computer lab/ library time session. The website now seems to play to the strength of kind hearts and competitive teens in hosting events that challenge users to participate in gaining a goal grain count. It would be interesting given the global events happening currently between Gaza and Congo to see how organizations like Freerice respond in their Food Programme efforts.

Rather than this being an application used in frequency in a public library space when they would probably much rather indulge in Roblox, I could see this being something that we discuss in conversation with school teachers. Considering the range of categories a user of the site can quiz with, there could be a range of opportunities in the classroom and perhaps beyond given proper planning and initiative. 

FREERICE. Freerice. (n.d.). https://freerice.com/home 

[jyotibohre2812]

Computer Quiz with answers explained in fewer than 140 characters

Computer Quiz with answers explained in fewer than 140 characters

Multiple choice questions are perhaps the easiest to complete - you simply put a cross in a box - however, the questions often have two answers that could, at first glance, be correct. Don't make the mistake of reading the first answer and thinking this is correct without checking all the others.

If it says 'Tick one box', you must tick one box. If you leave it blank or tick two or more boxes you will get zero marks. These multiple choice questions will not start with command words like 'Describe...' or 'Explain...'. They will be written in the form of a question like 'What...?' or 'Why...?'.

There will be more multiple choice questions on this computer quiz.

[fairysteve]

What was private school like? I'm assuming you don't have a basis to compare to a public school (and those vary drastically depending on where you're at in the world/country/state/or even within the same city) but maybe you do have thay comparison.

Just curious maybe even to what kind of classes were offered? A school is a school but there has to be something to set a private school in a different category or why would they exist.

💙

I got insecure and googled it, and according to wikipedia a more accurate name is charter school as tuition was free. The admittance is on a first-come, first-served basis.

But it was still different from public school, which I did go to. I started charter school in 6th grade and then went to a public high school afterwards.

My specific charter school is called Kunskapsskolan (knowledge school) and surprisingly, out of 80 schools, only 36 are in Sweden. (Apparently, they have schools in the UK, USA, the Netherlands, India, and Saudi Arabia. Although Wikipedia uses the word sponsored for them so they might not operate the same?)

Anyway.

It was a very individual learning plan; the subjects were split into steps and courses. You had a step goal for the step subjects since that was completely under the student's control, and then a grade goal for the rest as the course classes had group projects, while music, art, and phys ed were weekly classes.

The classes in another province were home ec, wood shop, textile shop/sewing, and engineering. Engineering tended to be part of the courses. I only chose sewing once, and that was the time I didn't go lol

For those classes, you had two classes each day; one subject before lunch and one after.

The rest of the year, you planned your schedule each morning in a logbook and then your homeroom teacher had to sign off on it.

For the step subjects (swedish, english, modern language, math), there were workshops hosted by teachers if you wanted to be able to ask for help. Otherwise, there were computers or group rooms that you could use to study on your own or with classmates.

For the course subjects, there were obligatory lectures and seminars.

Every fifth step, you had to show your work to a teacher, and there were certain things you had to do in class, so planning your schedule was important.

Of course, this whole step system meant that you could skip school very easily. You just had to be back for homeroom at the end of the day, and not miss any obligatory stuff. I took some very long lunch breaks and afternoon breaks.

And it was very easy to use the computers for other things. I wrote a lot of fanfiction for a certain magic school fandom, made games using powerpoint, and went on forums. I also wrote a lot of poetry during this time.

There was also one year that I had a lot going on and just fully skipped phys ed, but never got told off, and I also got a passing grade. (This coincided with the year that one of the math/science teachers was also teaching phys ed, at least for my class.)

Oh, and my homeroom teacher married the music teacher. The above-mentioned year, she was on parental leave. My class and the music teacher's class got to see their home in 9th grade. They had made a quiz where each answer was a student; I was the answer for a question about Alice in Wonderland.

(Each grade had 4 classes, I was in class 2 and the music teacher was responsible for class 4. The labeling was grade-class so I was in 6-2, 7-2, 8-2 and 9-2.)

Other fun facts to throw in is that the school used to be a mental hospital. There was a locked building on the grounds full of old hospital beds and stuff, but the windows were blocked so you couldn't really see in. I had a friend in the grade above that was a medium and said the school was haunted.

My class had a sleepover at the school in ninth grade, as our fun graduation thing.

Oh, and there was a yearly, student written musical. I never ended up being brave enough to participate but they were fun to watch!

[spanishskulduggery]

Hi, not sure if you've done one, but could you make a vocab list about school and higher education?

I actually did but I'll copy/paste and probably make some additions!

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(From Las Materias Escolares)

Cosas

la materia = a school subject

el material = material, things los materiales escolares = school supplies

la asignatura = subject, course

el libro = book

la página = page

la carpeta = folder

el cuaderno = notebook

la tarea, los deberes = homework / task [lit. la tarea is a "task" but gets used for "homework" a lot, and los deberes is "duties" but also gets used for "chores" and "homework"]

la pizarra = blackboard

la tiza = chalk

el lápiz = pencil

la pluma = pen [lit. “feather, quill”]

el bolígrafo, el boli = pen [ballpoint]

el papel = paper

el ensayo = essay

el borrador = draft

la tesis = thesis

la lectura = reading, a reading assignment

la lección = lesson, lecture

la conferencia = lecture

el examen, los exámenes = test(s), exam(s)

la prueba = test, quiz

el tema = subject / theme

la beca = scholarship, grant la beca (de investigación) = research grant / research fellowship

el becario, la becaria = someone who holds a scholarship / trainee, assistant [depends on context; in some places becario/a means "intern" but that's not the case for most countries, I believe. A becario/a is someone who earns a beca which is usually understood as "money or a position set aside for a student/worker that they have to earn"]

la pregunta = question

la respuesta = answer

la fecha de límite = due date / deadline la fecha de entrega = due date / deadline

el límite = limit

la entrega = hand-in / delivery

la facultad = department (in colleges/universities), a school la facultad de medicina = medical school la facultad de Derecho = law school

el aula, las aulas = classroom, classrooms [feminine noun with masculine article like agua, alma, ave]

el título, el grado, la diploma = degree, diploma

el jardín de infancia, el jardín de niños = kindergarten

el kindergarten, el kínder = kindergarten [Latin America]

la escuela = school

la (escuela) primaria = elementary school

la secundaria = middle school

el colegio = high school

la universidad, la uni = university, college

la escuela de posgrado, la escuela posgraduada, la escuela de postgrado = graduate school

la escuela/universidad técnica = vocational school

académico/a = academic, related to school/university

escolar = scholarly, scholastic / school-related

estudantil = student-related

Personas

el maestro, la maestra = teacher

el profesor, la profesora = professor el / la profe = “teach” [informal slang for profesor(a)]

el doctor, la doctora = doctor

el tutor, la tutora = tutor

el estudiante, la estudiante = student

el alumno, la alumna = student, pupil

el condiscípulo, la condiscípula = classmate / schoolmate [formal]

el compañero de clase, la compañera de clase = classmate [more common]

el rector, la rectora = principal, dean / headmaster, headmistress el director, la directora = principal, dean / director / headmaster, headmistress

el decano, la decana = dean (of a university) / chairperson, “chair”

el enfermero, la enfermera = nurse

el médico, la médica = doctor [specifically medical doctor; synonymous with doctor(a) in medical situations] médico/a residente = resident, medical resident

el consejero, la consejera = adviser, counselor

el consejero académico, la consejera académica = guidance counselor [lit. “academic counselor/adviser”]

el socio, la socia = partner

el / la colega = colleague

el / la conserje (o conserja) = janitor, custodian / concierge (hotel)

Las materias escolares

el ámbito de estudio / el campo de estudio = field of study

el ámbito de trabajo / el campo de trabajo =

el ámbito de… = the field of…

las matemáticas, las mates = mathematics, maths [Spain] la matemática, la mate = mathematics, math [Latin America]

el álgebra = algebra [feminine noun with masculine article like agua, alma, ave]

la geometría = geometry

la trigonometría = trigonometry

el cálculo = calculus

las finanzas, la administración = finance

la contabilidad, la administración = accounting

la gestión = management, administration

la economía = economics

la estadística = statistics [as a field of study]

la historia = history

la geografía = geography

la antropología = anthropology

la ciencia, las ciencias = science, sciences

la medicina = medicine

la medicina deportiva = sports medicine

la odontología = dentistry

la educación física = physical education

la veterinaria = veterinary medicine

la zoología = zoology / animal science

la enfermería = nursing / medical study

la biología = biology / life science

la biología marina = marine biology

la ecología = ecology

la agricultura = agriculture

la arquitectura = architecture

la ingeniería = engineering

la química = chemistry

la geología = geology / earth science

la meteorología = meteorology / weather science

la astronomía = astronomy

la psicología, la sicología = psychology

la psiquiatría, la siquiatría = psychiatry

la sociología = sociology

la filosofía = philosophy

la política / la ciencia política = politics / political science

la literatura = literatura

el arte = art

la historia del arte = art history

las bellas artes = fine arts

el arte culinario = culinary arts

el arte gráfico = graphic arts

el arte dramático = dramatic arts

el drama, el teatro = drama, theater

la historia del teatro = theater history

los artes liberales / las humanidades = liberal arts / humanities

el periodismo = journalism

la ciencia empresarial = business science

el negocio = business

el Derecho = Law

la abogacía = law / study to become a lawyer

la lengua, el idioma = language

las lenguas extranjeras, los idiomas extranjeros = foreign languages

la lingüística = linguistics

la traducción = translation

la interpretación = interpreting

la informática = computer science / information technology (IT)

la ciencia computacional = computer science

la física = physics

la educación, la enseñanza = teaching

Verbos

estudiar = to study

estudiar en el extranjero = to study abroad

aprender = to learn

enseñar = to teach

entregar = to hand in, to turn in

escribir = to write

leer = to read

escuchar = to hear / to listen

oír = to hear / to listen

pensar = to think

acordarse = to remember

recordar = to recall, to remember

practicar = to practice

empezar a hacer algo = to start to do something

comenzar a hacer algo = to begin to do something

ayudar = to help

investigar = to investigate / to research

licenciarse = to graduate, to get a degree

graduarse = to graduate (from school)

matricularse = to enroll, to register, to matriculate

vencer = to win vencer = to expire, for time to run out [vencer is used widely with library due dates, when contracts expire, or when bills need to be paid; the noun is el vencimiento here; but vencer is more commonly used as "to win"]

preguntar = to question, to wonder

hacer una pregunta = to ask a question

tener una pregunta = to have a question

contestar = to answer

ensayar = to try out, to test / to rehearse (theater)

poner a prueba = to put to the test

empeorar = to get worse, to worsen

mejorar = to get better, improve

desarrollar = to develop, to build

desarrollarse = to grow, to develop (oneself)

prestar (la) atención = to pay attention

equivocarse = to be wrong

tener (la) razón = to be right

tener sentido = to make sense

*Note: There are some regionalisms in here, and some have so many regionalisms I couldn’t include them on the list.

For instance, “to take a test” has so many regionalisms it’s difficult to list them all. In Mexico you’re probably going to hear presentar un examen. Some places will say hacer un examen, some even put it as el maestro / la maestra pone un examen a los estudiantes.

The default way of saying “to take a test” is dar un examen which is literally “to give an exam”, because you hand a test in to your teacher. Along the same lines, the default way a teacher “gives a test” is tomar un examen because they “take” the tests that the students turn in. For that reason, dar un examen is often translated as “to sit for an exam” to help the meaning come across more easily.

[universeofmuses]

//forgot to post the next chapter last night. Here you go :)

A/N: I do not own the characters, concepts, and so on, this is my first try so please play nice kids. Enjoy.

Sunday was a pretty uneventful day as the four teens were physically dragging trough the day because of the lack of sleep, trying to study for the quiz that their teacher was preparing for them. Even Dr. O was having a hard time concentrating on writing the quiz as his attention was very clearly divided between his work, his dream, and the clear fatigue that has been with him since he heard 'the voice' and began working on the main computer in his basement/command center.

As the day wore on it became clear to Dr. O that there was no disturbance in the morphing grid nor anywhere else, so with the information that was generated from the computer he let out a sigh of relief and chalked up the dream and unshakeable feeling like a large battle was coming to just working too hard at school and being a ranger teammate/mentor to his students. Having felt at ease Dr. O finished up on the quiz he was going to give to his class tomorrow and decided to go to bed early, meanwhile his four ranger teammates where busy cramming worried about the impending quiz thanks to Kira's playful mood with Dr. O as she helped him out the previous day.

(Monday Morning, Reefside High)

As the students of Reefside high where in class chatting away unknowingly that their teacher was about to surprise them with a quiz, while the four rangers furiously flipped through pages of their science book for the quiz,

"Ok everyone lets take our seats, we're going to start out this week with a pop quiz." Dr. O announced as the whole class let out an anxious groan,

"So lets clear off the desks and get started." Dr. O commanded,

As the students complied Dr. O started to hand out the quizzes, Conner was clearly struggling to get through the quiz but Ethan, Trent, and Kira were getting though a little bit better than Conner was. Ten minuets later Dr. O called for the quiz, as he picked up the last stack of quizzes he began his lecture.

"Ok, who can tell me when the Triassic period started?"

The rest of the class went routinely enough until the bell rang signaling the end of class,

"Ok class that enough for today but don't forget to read chapter 9 and answer the questions on page 91 for next class." Dr. O said as the students gathered up their things to leave. The rest of the day went pretty uneventful until after school,

"Dr. Oliver, I need to have a word with you." Said principal Randall,

"Uh, sure what on your mind principal Randall?" came Dr. O's replied as he stopped gathering up his things to call it a day.

"I've heard that you have quite the collection of artifacts, could I see them?" Randall asked with a hopeful tone to her voice,

"Um, I don't know-"Dr. O started,

"Please Dr. Oliver, I would love to know what you have hidden away in your private collection." She said,

"Well, ok you can follow me to my house." Dr. O finally said giving in to his boss' request,

"Great I cant wait" she said with a mischievous grin on her face as they walked out of the room and turned the corner, at the moment they turned the corner the woman from the gym had turned the opposite corner looking very nervous about meeting Dr. Oliver. When she reached the science lab and tried to turn the handle, she couldn't because it was locked, she then look around though the window in the door and noticed that it was empty meaning that she had just missed him.

"Damm it, looks like I just missed him I'll have to try his house." She said out loud.

(Dr. Oliver's residence, outskirts of Reefside)

"And this piece I found on my doctoral internship with Anton Mercer." Dr. O said as he held up a little rock with a tiny fossilized fish in it,

"What's in here?" Randall asked as she lifted the lid of a miniature Ark of the Convent to reveal the thought lost Dragon Power Coin,

"Don't lift it." Dr. O said as he slammed the lid back down on the box,

"Whoa, what did I do?" she asked backing away with her hands up,

"Nothing it's just some of these artifacts are sensitive to the air." Dr. O said as a cover as to why he had freaked out when Randall opened the box that contained his old power coin.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know." Randall apologized,

"Its ok, you couldn't have known." He said, when all of a sudden he noticed a Tyrano-drone lurking outside though the window,

"Oh my god" Dr. O said as he tried to sound surprised,

"What? What's wrong?" she asked as she noticed the worried expression on Dr. O's face,

"Its those things that have been attacking the city." Dr. O explained,

"We got to get away." Randall said worried,

"Yeah I'll hold them off while you get to safety." He said as his strength returned,

"Are you going to be ok?" she asked,

"Yeah when I was younger I use to compete in marshal arts competitions all the time, it's like riding a bike." He said,

"Even so, you're not a young teenager anymore." Randall said, he then looked at her with a look of anger and thought,

"Why is my age such a big deal to everyone, I mean I'm not that old."

"Now go." He said as he ran out the door to take out the Tyrano-drones in his front yard, but there was a lot more there then he had though. He thought about morphing but decided he couldn't risk Randall finding out about his 'extracurricular activities' so he had no choice but fight them with out his powers. For every one drone he took town two more would take its place, it was becoming too much for him as the large group was beginning to surround him. Then he saw something that reassured him that it was not as bad as it looked, a white and black streak ran through the drones and cased sparks to fly as it ran by them, when the streak was no longer visible the white dino-thunder ranger was visible kneeling down with the phased Tyrano-drones behind him as the drones slowly fell down around Dr. O,

"Wow, that was amazing thank you helping me White Ranger." Dr. O said as he quickly approached the ranger to make sure he wouldn't spill the beans on their secret,

"What are you talking about-" Trent asked,

"Principal Randall was here when they attacked and I don't know if she is still here." Dr. O explained in a hushed volume so only Trent could hear,

"What are you talking about, no one is here besides you, me, and the scraps of the drones." Trent responded,

"Oh, then she must have gotten to safety then." Dr. O said,

"POWER DOWN!" Trent called out to demorph just as a pink Pontiac Firebird drove up and the one person that Dr. Oliver never expected to see got out of the car.

(Conner's car)

Conner sat in his car on his way home from a long day at school, but he couldn't shake the image of Kira laying lifeless in a dark room with a blue tube in front of her. It was a feeling of helplessness, like something big was about to go down and there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it; like the events in his dream was inevitable. When he got home he got out of his car and went inside and went straight for his room to continue his line of thought until, he stepped on a small bag of half eaten cheetos. As he sat down at his desk with his backpack and got out his math book to start on his homework when he looked up and saw a picture of him and the others on the team, he himself was behind Kira hugging her waist as they both smiled with a warm glow. At that he felt something inside of him grow,

"I have to make sure that dream never comes to pass, I need to fight harder to make sure that no one on this team get hurt; even if it means that I have to make the ultimate sacrifice." Conner said sounding like a true blue red ranger, but deep down inside he had to admit to himself that he was crazy for Kira.

(Kira's room)

Kira was working to keep her concentration on her book report for her English class, when she suddenly stopped and threw her pencil down on the paper and leaned back in her chair to try and clear her head. The dream she had about Conner dieing at the hands of some freaky monkey was too much for her to bear, she was going crazy trying to figure out what her dream meant but then she had an idea of who to ask,

"Hey mom, I'm going to Hayley's for a while" Kira called out to her mother,

"Ok honey just be back in time for dinner, its taco night." Mrs. Ford replied,

Kira needed to talk to someone knowledgeable to get their take on her dream, and make sure she wasn't losing it.

(Mysterious Island Lair)

Elsa returned to the lab on the hidden fortress through an invisa-portal with a rather triumphant grin on her face,

"What are you so happy about?" asked Zeltrax with a clearly jealous tone in his voice,

"Well I so happy because I got the power source that we need for the plan." Elsa replied very smugly as she held up the Dragon Power Coin!

"Elsa, good work recovering the power source needed to power the weapon of the rangers final destruction." Mesogog hissed in approval,

"Thank you my lord, just allow me to make the following changes to the machine to allow it to draw power from the power coin." Elsa replied,

"How long do you need Elsa?" Mesogog asked,

"It should be ready by this time tomorrow." Elsa replied with a look of fear that her answer would set off her master,

"Please proceed, Elsa and alert me when you are done. Oh and Zeltrax help Elsa with anything she may need." Mesogog commanded as his henchmen scurried of to their respective tasks.

(Outside Dr. O's house)

"Hey Tommy, I guess you just cant leave this behind huh?" asked the woman,

"Dr. O, you ok? Who is she?" asked Trent trying to snap his mentor out of his haze,

"Yeah . . . I guess I cant. Trent this is Kimberly Hart the first Pink Ranger and my First Love." Dr. O replied as he fainted.

[ocean-blue-whump]

The Tech

Heist team part two! Part one HERE

Tagging @painful-pooch @winedark-whump @justplainwhump @diyalogues - let me know if you want to be added/removed!

CW: talk of criminal activity

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Penn slips into the back of the classroom, baseball cap pulled down low over his head and all his attention focused on the man at the front of the classroom. 

He’s wearing a green bomber jacket, jeans, and high top sneakers, and holding a steel travel mug, pointing at a screen and talking about the code up there.

He’s a good teacher, Penn will give him that. All of the students, late 20s to early 40s, look like they’re paying attention and taking notes on older laptops and notebooks. 

Penn checks his phone, seeing one missed text from Jude. 

Plane’s boarding for Boston. Keep me posted on the tech guy and the safecracker.

He tucks his phone back in his pocket and leans against the wall, listening carefully to the lecture. Darien, twenty-seven years old, currently a teacher at a night school. When he and Jude contracted him for a museum heist, he said he was trying to get out of this business, but last Penn heard, he was still working odd jobs. 

He seems much more confident up at the front of a classroom, going over some basic information about code that Penn can kind of understand. 

When the clock hits ten, he gives everyone a smile. “Alright, guys. Thanks for coming tonight. I’ll post the reading for the week on the classroom site, but your homework is to read that, answer the questions, and prepare for our review quiz next week. If you need extra help, just send me an email or stop by next Monday or Wednesday. Have a good night.”

Penn hangs back while the students file out, some hanging back to take pictures of the board or make a few final notes. 

Darien sits down at his desk, taking a sip of tea and pulling up his laptop. Penn double checks that they’re alone in the room before walking up to him. The name plate on his desk doesn’t say Darien, but the dog tag hanging around Penn’s neck doesn’t say Penn. This business doesn’t call for real names. 

Darien looks up from his desk. “Can I help you with something?”

Penn chuckles and pulls his hat off. “Yeah, I think you can, Darien.”

He freezes. “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Penn shrugs and walks towards the whiteboard, looking at the code written in neat purple letters. “This looks a lot less complicated than the job you did in Lisbon. Making a…green dot move across a screen is a lot less complicated than shutting down all the cameras on a city block.”

“Lisbon…” Darien stands up, backing himself into a corner. “Oh no. No. Nope. Not you.”

“Shouldn’t back yourself into a corner, Darien. Not a smart move.” 

“I’ll call the police,” he says, black eyes wide.

Penn turns to him, crossing his arms. “You won’t.”

Darien shakes his head. “Fuck. Fuck me. Which one are you anyways? Penn or Jude?”

“Penn. But Jude knows I’m here.” He takes a slow step forward, looking at the contents of Darien’s desk. Seven black pens, four pencils, a cell phone and a flip phone, student paper. But what catches Penn’s eye is the fireproof folder underneath Darien’s computer. “You keep your job papers in there, right?”

Darien shifts around, his eyes daring across the room. “I don’t do that sort of thing anymore.”

“Ah, bullshit.” Penn gives him a cocky smile, staring him down. “But I bet you’ve never done anything quite like this.”

At that, Darien’s entire demeanor changes, and he leans forward, looking interested. “What do you mean?”

Penn knows he’s got Darien trapped, locked in by the promise of this chase. He was this way during the Lisbon job, operating best when dealing with complicated problems. “I mean it’s impossible, according to Jude. The most complicated security system in the world. Cameras, laser grids, motion sensors, you name it.” He doesn’t tell Darien that the life of the jewel thief and the safecracker will be in his hands, worried that it’ll scare him away. 

Darien taps his finger against his lips and rushes over to his desk chair, sitting down and bringing the projector screen up to a blank page where he can practice code. “Do you have anything you can give me on the location?”

Penn pulls out his phone and opens one of the emails the buyer sent him, the one with the known details of the motion sensors in the main hall. “See what you make of that.”

Darien practically grabs the phone out of Penn’s hand, making a few noises of excitement and typing out a long string of code, stopping himself with occasional comments. 

Penn smiles and steps back, leaning against one of the desks in the classroom, watching Darien’s fingers race across the keyboard, typing out huge blocks of text on the screen. He knows he picked the right guy for the job. Darien’s curiosity for the job will outweigh any worries he has. 

Or at least, that’s what Penn’s counting on. 

Finally, Darien leans back, rubbing his short beard. “Yeah. Alright. None of that is going to work.”

Penn stands up and takes his phone back. “Do you think you can do it?”

“I’ll need time and a quiet place to work,” he says, shaking his head like he doesn’t believe himself. “But yeah. I could do it. What’s in it for me?”

“Other than fame and being able to charge a whole hell of a lot more for your services?” Penn pauses, doing quick math in his head. “About 1.4 million dollars. It’s a ten million dollar prize, split seven ways. That okay with you?”

“I thought it would just be you and Jude.” He slowly shuts his laptop. “And you wouldn’t need me…on site, right?”

Penn laughs. “This is a big job, Darien. Big job means big crew. Big job means the tech guy has to be on scene to deal with any problems.” Seven years of thievery, a team of seven. It’s almost poetic, but Penn’s appreciation of that sort of thing has dwindled over the years. “So what do you say?”

“Can I think on it?” 

“Nope. But I can answer any other questions you have.”

Darien hesitates before saying, “The buyer. What do you know about them?”

Penn shrugs. “Nothing. Just that he’s paying us ten million dollars to pull this off.”

Darien takes a deep breath, standing back up. “Okay. Okay, I’m in.”

“You know something funny, Darien?”

He starts cleaning up his desk, looking confused. “Hmmm?”

Penn smirks. “You never asked me what the target is. You never asked me what we’re stealing.” 

A blush creeps up Darien’s neck, and he stops moving. “Oh.”

“You’re about to be around some very experienced people. One rookie mistake and they’ll go for the throat.” He’s bluffing, or at least he thinks he is. He doesn’t know anything about Jude’s jewel thief. 

“Right.” Darien stands up, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I, um, can I ask what the target is?”

“A diamond necklace. And lose the ‘can I.’ Don’t ask for permission, Darien. We’re thieves.” He pulls an envelope out of his pocket, tossing it towards him.

Darien fumbles with it but finally manages to catch it, looking it over. “What is it?”

“One plane ticket. Your flight leaves tomorrow, ten in the morning, nonstop to Great Falls International Airport.”

“Montana?”

“Yep. You’re seat 12B. I’m 22D. You get off the plane, I’ll meet you outside the airport. Got it?” Penn feels the last sentence come out a little more aggressive than he meant, but it’s all the same. This is a ten million dollar job, no room for friendliness, and Penn’s building a team here. 

Darien tucks the envelope in his nylon briefcase. “Yeah. Why, though?” he asks, slinging his bag over his shoulder, which gives Penn the chance to see the tiny Star Trek keychain dangling on the side. 

Penn chuckles. “Gotta pick up our asshole of a safecracker.”

Darien slowly nods. “Right. Okay. I’m going to pretend I understand.”

“Attaboy.” Penn puts his hat back on and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Welcome to the team, Darien. See you tomorrow.” He starts walking towards the door, moving silently on the tile floor.

“Yeah. See you.” Penn hears the clink of a travel mug before a hesitant, “Hey, Penn?”

He doesn’t even turn around. “That’s my name.”

“If you need to contact me, how will you…”

“I’ll find you.”

“And if I need to contact you?”

Penn turns his head slightly, keeping his face blank. “Don’t worry. I’ll find you.”

[shiffstuff]

Apps for education

Technology has had a huge impact on children and education during the last few decades. Education used to be associated with wealth, but times have changed. Children's education is no longer a pipe fantasy. It is cost-effective. Even middle class households may buy a cell phone with application download capabilities.

While the app store is flooded with options, finding the appropriate one for your child might transform their perspective on the learning process.  Educational apps are making things easier for children to understand.  Children typically find books to be laborious and uninteresting, but replacing them with colorful pages and moving animations may make studying a lot more enjoyable.

Some of the free Educational Apps for Students:

·         Google Classroom- Google classroom is essentially a virtual classroom of sorts. That means we can use it for seamlessly sending announcements, creating classes, starting discussions, submitting and grading assignments, asking for remarks and answers, sharing resources, and so on.

·         edX- You can learn everything under the sun and above from edX. There are more than 2000 courses of top universities in edX such as computer science, business studies, linguistics, engineering, and many more. The professional certificates and university credit you get from these courses will always be valuable for you in building a professional career.

·         Khan academy- Khan Academy invariably secures a top spot on the list of the best free educational apps for students. If you’re curious about the world, but don’t want to go back to school, then Khan Academy might be the right free educational app for you. Khan offers over 4000 courses from all sorts of disciplines, including math, art, history, and economics. Their personalized learning dashboard allows you to see how much progress you’ve made, and how close you are to your goals.

·         Duolingo- Duolingo has made language learning a cakewalk. When it comes to free learning apps, Duolingo comes top of mind. It offers 95 different language courses in 23 languages. This free app offers basic flashcard-type language courses so that you can learn and retain the information better. This immensely popular free educational app has over 300 million registered users worldwide.

·         Quizlet- Quizlet has several effective ways to make learning easier and quicker. Right out of the gate, you will see various study modes buttons such as learn, flashcards, write, test and match, etc. Each of these modes is different ways to learn your desired topics. The use of flashcards is another defining quality of Quizlet.

·         Kahoot -Kahoot is one of the best learning apps for those who prefer learning through quizzes. Kahoot has readymade quizzes on any topic. So you just choose one topic and join live quizzes with other players. The app also lets you quickly create your quizzes and challenge your friends to compete with you. You can even use Kahoot for offline quiz competitions. The quizmaster or teacher creates a quiz competition on Kahoot and shows it to an interactive whiteboard or projector.

·         Udemy- Udemy is arguably one of the best learning apps for students out there. It has more than 130,000 video tutorials for courses ranging from technology and business to personal development lessons like drawing, writing, yoga, etc. Another exciting thing is that we also get to learn these topics at our own pace. If you feel stuck at some lessons, you can ask questions and clear your doubts with students and instructors.

·         Grammarly- Compose brilliant essays, effortlessly, with Grammarly’s free online writing assistant, and move beyond a basic spell-check to find the perfect tone for any project. Grammarly’s Keyboard app works as your personal assistant to correct every email, text, and social post before you send.

·         Coursera- With Coursera, not only can you learn tidbits of information about a ton of different subjects, but you can take an entire degree online if you wish! Courses are taught by world-class professors from the best universities around the world, and though there are some courses you may have to pay for, they have enough free content to keep you busy and learning for quite a while.

·         Behance- Behance features new work from incredibly talented individuals in design, fashion, architecture, photography, motion graphics, and many more fields of work and passion. It is easy to spend hours on this site, where you can follow creators and expressionists of beautiful things that are sure to stimulate your creative side. The site also provides options for connecting with student and professional communities associated with specific organizations and institutions.