#shit I need to study for the math test to even get into the class

[whosectype]

the “I need to teach myself chemistry 101 in the span of 2 months so I dont fail college chemistry next year” fit

At least my notes are pretty

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

tags (can't tag orange :c): @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @amayaaaxx @i-the-fluffo @irenne-stans @hisonlyobsession @dead-fish-soup @pretty-sparkle-bomb @matchat3a @yura-4life @djlance-rock @zuzukusna @hiimsaraandyou @uy242c

[suhkusa]

TO THE TOP.

PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader

SUMMARY. Sakusa Kiyoomi was ranked #1 in his class. Was, at least until you came along. After this revelation, he makes it a (personal) challenge to overtake you. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a genius at everything he does, but for once he finds it a challenge when it comes to you.

CW. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, rivals to lovers except kiyoomi is the only one competing, idiots in love (but theyre actually geniuses), high school setting, ~3k words

A/N. Got inspired from a tiktok and came up with this word vom hope u enjoy

Everything came easy for Kiyoomi. Academically, at least.

While all his classmates found themselves struggling to take tests or study, it was as natural as breathing for Kiyoomi. There were some cons to being as incredibly intelligent as him, but he found himself drowning in the gratification of being #1. 

At least until the 2nd semester of his third year. At least until you.

———

Class Rank: 2

Sakusa finds himself staring at the transcript in his hand, as if his ogling would have an effect in changing the number presented before him.

His eyes scan through his class history, looking for any clues as to how he might’ve dropped in ranking. But there was nothing. All A’s, and as many extra classes stuffed into each year as possible. 

Kiyoomi’s home room was rowdy as students caught up with one another, as winter break had just ended. While in his own little world, his ears catch onto a couple of words his classmates threw around.

“I heard Sakusa isn’t the top in our class anymore, is that true?”

“Woah, hasn’t he been the top of our class since the 1st year? I wonder who was able to catch up,”

His eye twitched a bit at that one.

“It was that new girl, Y/N,”

The paper crumbled slightly under his grasp. Y/N?

The ring of the bell, signifying the start of class, caused him to slightly jump in his seat. Kiyoomi crumbles his transcript before tossing it in his bag, it’s going to change soon anyways.

He would just have to step up his game.

———

It was ironic really. The world really loved to test Sakusa Kiyoomi, and not only at his school subjects. Of course, you were his desk partner in his math class. Only he had the amazing luck of being seated next to his new self-declared rival.

Kiyoomi knows it’s rude to stare, but he can’t himself because you’re the number one student? You?!

Honestly, you don’t seem like the academic type. You seem too pretty to be caring about stuff like that. At first, he considers the fact that you could be using your looks to get people to do the dirty work for you. But he witnesses first-hand as you write down every math equation, answer every question correctly, and even check your work not once, but twice.

His hyperfixation on you is bad. So bad, he missed the whole introduction lesson and is trying to rapidly copy down what’s on the whiteboard as the teacher is erasing it. Fuck-

“Would you like to see my notes?”

Kiyoomi’s pencil comes to a halt as he looks back at you, your papers are being pushed towards him on the desk. He watches as your eyes widen, as if you suddenly became self conscious. 

“I-Is there something on my face? You were staring at me so I wasn’t sure…”

Shit. 

“No,” he tries to make up something, but what comes out of his mouth is stupid, “I was just looking past you,” it appears it’s sufficient though, as you nod in response.

“I see, well, did you want to see them?” you gestured to the notes between the two of you.

Kiyoomi tells himself that if you hadn’t offered, he wouldn’t have asked. But since you oh so kindly offered them up, who was he to say no? He doesn’t need them. He could always ask his cousin, though his handwriting resembles chicken scratch more than human writing.

“Sure,” he takes the papers and positions them in a way where he could just look between them and his own.

In his head, Kiyoomi is scolding himself over and over again for not paying attention. This cannot be a regular thing. If he was going to take back his rank, he needed to be on his A-Game. 

His pencil slaps against his desk as he finishes, quickly sliding your papers back towards you.

“Thanks,” Kiyoomi offers.

He watches from his peripheral vision as you smile and give back an “Anytime,” before gathering your things and getting up to go to your next class.

Kiyoomi doesn’t know what it was about you, but he could tell he was going to need to up his game. This was war.

———

By the second week of sitting by you, he decides you’re annoying. More annoying than the people who talk while the teacher is talking. Which, in his book, is hard to beat.

Maybe you weren’t as smart as he pinned you to be, since you kept helping Kiyoomi with his work when he did not need it. 

Though, you were only able to backseat his work because you somehow finished before him. He’s used to being the only one who sits back and relaxes as the rest of his class struggles to complete the practice problems. 

It’s weird though. Because as much as Sakusa hates your yapping, he doesn’t find himself putting an end to it. Instead your voice plays in the background as he completes his work.

He hates it, or at least that’s what he tells himself, the way you praise him like a little kid when he finally completes the work sheet. 

“Nice job!” you smile at him, “but, how come you don’t check your work to make sure you’re right?”

“Because I’m always right,” he replies with a slight roll of his eyes.

You laugh at that, I’m not joking, he thinks.

“You’re funny, you know that?” you tell him. 

Kiyoomi gives you a shrug, “Whatever,”

———

A month in, he begins to indulge in your shenanigans. But only because he had felt bad.

During the third week of sitting by each other, you had taken his short and dry responses personally. You halted your chatter and no longer offered to help like you usually did. The way the classroom felt quiet without your talking was eerie, so Sakusa reluctantly decided that he’d rather hear your voice instead of nothing at all. 

So a month in is when your friendship, or whatever you called it, began with him.

“Why do you use erasable pens? Just use a pencil,” he questions you, eyes peering down at your pen.

You look taken aback as you respond, “I don’t know, is there something wrong with it?” you examine your pen, “I just found it on the floor and stuck with it,”

First of all, gross, remind him not to touch you or your belongings ever. “It’s just a hassle, sometimes it doesn’t erase,”

“Well, it hasn’t given me any problems, so!” you exclaim as you get back to write on your practice quiz. “This is kind of challenging, huh?”

“Nah,” he lies, “You’re just stupid,”

You laugh in his face, “Rude,” Kiyoomi watches as you glimpse at his paper before going back to yours, “That’s why you got the first problem wrong and I didn’t say anything,” 

Sakusa can feel his eyebrows scrunch up, he’s quick as he glances at it and then yours. Fuck. He’s mumbling something under his breath and he begrudgingly erases the circle around his answer. 

“Told ya,” you smile before moving onto the last problem, “you know, we should hangout or something,”

“No,” he’s quick to cut you off, catching you by surprise.

“Whaaat, it doesn’t have to be like that, weirdo,” it seems like you’re going back on what you meant, “Like to study,”

“Still, no,”

“C’mon, don’t knock it till you try it,” you nudge at him, and to be honest, if you were anyone else he might’ve punched you, “please, just once,”

You’re annoying and pushy. But he supposes that if saying yes to you would get you to leave him alone, he’d say, “Fine, whatever, it has to be my house, though. Your house is probably messy,”

Kiyoomi watches as your face slowly brightens before silently celebrating to yourself as you get your way with him once again.

———

“Wow,” you’re amazed as you walk through Sakusa’s house, “your house is so nice, do you have a maid to keep it clean or something?”

“No, just me,” he says before leading you into his room, “please don’t make a mess,”

“I won’t, I won’t,” you say before settling down on his rug, playing with the soft threads, “Okay, I was hoping to review the practice quiz, I know the teacher said I got it right but I feel like there were some parts that had me second guessing myself,”

You’re quick to open up your textbook and blab about whatever problem you were having trouble with. You actually came over to study. Kiyoomi was under the impression that once you got over to his house you’d make him do whatever silly shit you usually have in mind. But no, you actually respected his wishes. Which in turn, earned you some respect from him as well.

“So you’re number one, huh?” He asks, looking up from his textbook to meet your eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s surprising that all my credits from my old school carried over,” you mindlessly say as you continue to write on your sheet of paper.

The sound of the pencils scribbling on paper fills the room before you interrupt it, “You were rank one before I came, right?”

His pencil stills, “Mhm,” It was a touchy subject, though he never thought he’d hear it from you.

“I’m sorry,” you surprised him, “When I found out I took your ranking spot, I was nervous because people are serious about that stuff. And then, when I got seated by you and you stared me down, I thought you hated my guts,”

Well, you had it down to the T, but he wouldn’t tell you that. 

“You don’t have to apologize, it’s out of your control,” you smile at his words.

“Thank you,”

It’s then, in his room, when he realizes he’s losing sight of his goal. To overtake your position. As he watched you look back down at your textbook, he found himself locking in as well. 

He needed to get serious, now.

———

These hangouts, or study dates, or study hangouts, whatever, became basically practice. Always at his house, though. Since he couldn’t fathom the idea of how dirty your room might be. 

“I don’t know how you balance volleyball and school, Omi,” you say from your position lying on his floor.

“Don’t call me that,”

You laugh before continuing, “All I do is school and I’m always exhausted. I had to quit my shifts at the cafe down the road because I would fall asleep before making it to my room,”

“Dangerous, Y/N,” he says, frantically writing down practice problem after practice problem. 

Picking yourself off the ground, “Wow, you’re serious about this final, huh, Omi,”

He glares at you, causing you to laugh again, “Sorry, sorry,” your eyes meet his for a brief second before he looks back at his paper, “but you know it’s okay to take a break, right, that’s all you’ve been doing. We haven’t even gotten to try to compete for today’s Wordle yet,”

“Mhm,” is all he offers you.

You sigh in response to that, “Boring, so boring,” you say as you lay back down

“You can go home if you’re bored,”

“Ugh, rude,” you roll around to make yourself comfortable, “I would but sadly I like being in your presence,”

“Whatever you say,”

“Do you like being in mine?” you question, causing Sakusa to hesitate on the problem he was on.

“You’re tolerable,”

You find yourself cheesing, “That’s a yes in my book,”

———

Finals are coming up. There’s so much on your mind, that you finally decide to let one of the thoughts that have been driving you crazy go. The fact that you like Sakusa Kiyoomi. 

It’s nerve wracking. Not only because you’re basically confessing your feelings, but also because he’s your only friend you’ve made since being here. A lot of people think he’s rude and condescending, but to you he’s different. 

He lets you talk your head off about whatever your brain decides fits best. And while he gives you short responses, they show you that he’s listening and observant. He’s on your level regarding academics and can keep up to your train of thought. He just cares.

And while you hope he might feel the same despite only knowing you for the past couple of months, you chalk it up to fate as to whether or not your intuition is correct.

As you approach the gymnasium, you slow and quiet your steps as you hear familiar voices by the entrance.

“You’ve been hanging out with Y/N quite a bit, huh, cous’? Your mom told mines,” you assume is Komori based on his words.

“Yes. It’s not like that, though,” you recognize as Sakusa. 

You assume he might be fronting since it is his cousin, and feelings are embarrassing at times.

“C’mon, you can’t tell me you don’t like her, she’s like one of the prettiest girls in class and she’s smart. So like, your type,” Komori pushes. And while part of you likes that he said that, you soon take it back after Kiyoomi’s words.

“I don’t like her. I only put up with her because she’s so pushy and always hovers over me while I try to do my work. Plus, she took my ranking spot,”

The world feels silent for a second, the only sound audible to you is the sound of your heart slowly breaking.

“She’s just a nuance, honestly,”

Your feet are moving before you realize. Slowly backing away before running the opposite direction.

He doesn’t like you? You were right that he hates you because you’re number one? He let you into his house but only because you pushed him? Your thoughts are running faster than your own legs, you don’t even realize the drips of water slowly running down your cheeks. 

If number one was what he wanted, then you were going to give it to him.

———

Kiyoomi finds it weird. Finds you weird. Well, he’s always found you weird, but particularly as of recent. But only because you’re quiet. And have been for the past couple of days. 

At first, he assumes it’s because the finals had finally arrived and you wanted to focus on your work. Which, respect, because it also allowed him to focus on his own. 

But even after the finals had passed, you were still quiet. You opted for doodling in your notebook instead of talking to him about a new video game you’ve hyper fixated on or this new show you started to watch. 

It’s even weirder when the teacher is going around passing out the graded math finals, that he stops by your desk, letting out a whispered, “I’m disappointed in you, Y/N,” 

Kiyoomi hears, and it calls his attention towards your paper before even his own. His eyes widened.

A big, fat, red 0 marked at the top of your quiz.

“Y/N-”

“Are you happy now, Number 1?” you ask, still looking down at your paper.

He’s about to ask you what the hell you’re talking about before the bells conveniently cut him off, allowing you to take off without a second glance back at him.

His mind is caught up on your words, Number 1. Kiyoomi has never brought up his disdain regarding the rankings to you, ever. Yes, it bothered him at first. But eventually he didn’t mind it, since the only person he’d ever allow to be above him is you. 

Kiyoomi thinks back on any time he’s ever mentioned it before he remembers the one time he had ever verbally brought it up to anyone. But there was no way… unless.

Fuck, Sakusa thinks as the bright red 100 on his paper stares back at him. It mocked him, poking at his head uncomfortably. Without a second thought, he crumbles the paper before stuffing it into his bag. Kiyoomi had finally gotten back what he’s been working for this whole time, so why does he feel empty?

Kiyoomi realizes then that while you may have lost your Rank 1 position, he was the true loser. Because he didn’t have you.

———

He finds himself at your door before he even knows it. He’s giving an excuse of “she left her notebook,” to your parents as they direct him to where your room is. 

When he finally walks in, he’s shocked. Your room is clean. 

Even as you lay in your bed so peacefully, the space around you is clean, and he feels like it’s safe to walk in. 

“Y/N,” is his first attempt at waking you up, before he’s walking closer to your bed, crouching down a bit to pat your back, “Y/N,” again.

It’s by the fourth or fifth time that he calls your name that you finally look up at him, and you look heavenly.

He’s always known you were pretty, but even more so now you were gorgeous, hair messy, eyes droopy with sleepiness. You were perfect.

Your eyes blink a couple times before you look like you’ve processed who is standing before you. Quickly sitting up, hands moving every which way to fix your appearance, “Omi- I mean Sakusa what are- what do you want?”

Ouch.

“You need to leave, I-I don’t want to see you,” your voice is beginning to tremble and it hurts him, “You finally got what you wanted, I don’t know what more you want,”

“You, I want you,”

Your face drops in disbelief, “No, you don’t. I heard you, what you said,”

“Y/N-”

“No, you hurt me, Kiyoomi. I like you,” you cry, “You can’t just say all of that and then show up out of nowhere claiming otherwise,”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he’s kneeling now, allowing him to be the same height as you as you sit in your bed, weeping, “I-I’m sorry,”

His rough thumb smoothes away your tears as they fall, “I didn’t mean it, I was frustrated- and that’s no excuse for what I said, I fucked up really bad,” with every word another sob breaks loose from you, “And I’m sorry,”

“At first, all I ever wanted was to be rank #1, but then you came along and changed everything… Then I realized that it wasn’t being #1 I wanted, it was you,” he continues, “and that’s scary, because my ranking was all I’ve known all these years,”

“But even so, you made it okay. I was okay with being #2, I was so caught up in you that I forgot I ever wanted to be #1 in the first place,” your eyes finally meet behind the thick tears in your lashes, “I like you, Y/N,”

He can tell you’re at a loss for words. And for once he can finally say he has out-talked you. 

Until finally, you decide words aren’t sufficient in this situation. Before he knows it, you’re leaning forward, and your lips are on his. The kiss is short, but definitely more than a peck. But it felt infinite to Kiyoomi. He never wanted the moment to end, and found himself sad as you finally pulled away.

You stared him down for a brief second before tackling him down to the ground in a big hug, “I hate you, Omi,” you laugh angrily.

“Sure,” he smugly replies, watching as you smile into his shirt.

“My number one,” you sarcastically mutter as you fake pout at him.

He cringes, “Ugh, don’t. I feel guilty, why would you even do that? You’re crazy,”

“Because I don’t care about the ranking. I never did. Plus it somehow only dropped me to #2 since the rest of our class failed and I’ve taken too many extra classes,” you say, “I only cared about you,” 

Kiyoomi smiles at you before crushing you in his hug. 

Everything came easy for Kiyoomi. Especially now, his feelings for you.

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[soupinaboot]

Fuck it. Every Steve Harrington headcannon I have because I've been rotating that boy in my head like a pig on a stick Part 2 this is a little more in depth than the first one but only by a smug

- Epileptic, either since he was young or developed it over time due to all those concussions he keeps getting

- Favorite fruit is blackberries I have no reason

- Kinda sad but he never really had friends, yeah he hung out with Tommy and Carol but that was about it. Like after the fall out with them he was by himself, alone. I feel like if he was as popular as we think he is, he would have at least one other friend right?

- Does not have a filter at all. That one scene where he just casually says, "Oh yeah my parents are out of town because my mom doesn't trust him to not cheat on her any who!" and I feel like he just kinda does that

- Star Trek fan but he just does not comprehend that it's supposed to be nerdy (this is not my own I saw someone else headcannon this please tell me if you find them I can not)

- Absolutely sucked at ELA, could be cause of dyslexia or not whatever you want buttercup

- But on the topic of dyslexia, this headcannon is one of the main reasons why I love math nerd Stevie so much. Like, ELA test and History test are mostly long paragraphs that he needs more time to read through and his teachers don't care enough to give him extra time like he needs. But math tests tend to have a small paragraph that he can read faster or just focus on the numbers and finish on time, so he just got really good at math so he would have at least one class he passed

- Survives off of coffee, lord knows he needs it

- My most random headcannon is that since his parents were never really around or cared much for his safety, he used to hang out outside a lot and explore the wildlife around, got really into nature and animals, bought nature books etc. But his dad told him nature and animals were girly and forced him to stop even though he really loved it

- If he does ever go to college (which he doesn't have to, though if Robin went he would probably go with her), he would either get in education major and become a math teacher or some form of environmental degree

- His love language is quality time

- Among the three of them, Steve and Carol were the closest. Yes, Steve and Tommy met first, and yes they tend to call each other their best friends, but in actuality Carol and Steve were best friends. They have mean girl energy.

- He used to also play hockey when he was younger but stopped playing due to scheduling and shit. But he really liked it cause whenever he would practice there were these older figure skaters who would teach him figure skating (he kinda liked it more than hockey but he never told anyone)

- Speaking of scheduling, he is always tired due to his packed schedule. Since he was young, his dad forced him into a lot of sports and didn't really give him a break. Add that to his piano lessons, his jobs, studying that his dad forced him to do, friends, etc... he is just perpetually tired. And it fucked up his sleep schedule developing into insomnia as he got older

- Most of his and Eddie's dates are just them taking naps

- Once he meets Corroded Coffin they all become best friends. Like best fucking friends

- Specifically Steve and Jeff

[tinyraptorhands]

You scratch my back...

No, he did *not* need extra help.

Katsuki Bakugo? Need *extra* help? Nah. So he *might've* gotten a low 80 in the last English test. So he *might've* messed up like...a bit when he last went on his work study with Best Jeanist in England. (He *might've* accidentally insulted an English speaking hero by accident. Then again, this *is* Bakugo we're talking about.)

Either way, when his mother started riding his ass about his subpar english (turns out third year's english was more than just conversational,) he told himself he'd just *apply* himself better.

Well. Here he was, with *another* subpar grade. THE GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GOD DYNAMIGHT does not *get* a 82% in *any* subject! ...Except English, that is.

And of course, there was *you*. An English speaking native. This stuff was *easy* to you, you basically had this in the bag. Translating had become second nature to you, and despite your heavy accent, you spoke Japanese well. Since being recommended to U.A., you had studied the Japanese language extensively. Sure, you still messed up, but you still excelled. It almost seemed wrong, taking English class. They were studying things you knew about since middle school.

However, just like U.A.'s resident stick of Dynamight (hah), you also had a weak subject.

*Math.* Any math, really. A good grade for you in math is a 70. Numbers were...safe to say, the real villain of your life. Simple math should be enough! Why did anyone need to throw letters or fancy symbols in there!? 2 plus 2 equals 4 and that should be that! Co? Sin?? Tan?! Who cares!? You were training to be a pro hero for God's sake, not a scientist!

Looking at yet another low grade in Trigonometry, you sighed. You slunked into your seat, setting your test face down on your desk. You happened to let your eyes roam and spotted Denki's paper. He got a 74%.

You got a 70%.

What!?

Denki was the lowest ranked in academics in your class, and here he was, moaning about a 74%. You bit your lip.

Shit. You knew you were screwed. You probably ranked the lowest in this test.

"How'd you do?" Momo, ever the kind presence in your life asked. You shook your head. "Not well." You answered honestly. Momo's brows drew in, concerned. "We did all that studying, too...maybe you have test anxiety?" She wondered aloud. You shook your head. "I mean, sure-I get nervous but not enough to screw me up this bad! Numbers just...get twisted in my head and I can't seem to understand it-" you cut yourself off. A sigh heaved from your chest. "Its a miracle I even got into U.A." you mumbled underneath your breath. Momo patted your shoulder. "Its okay. You'll do better next time, I'm sure."

This conversation didn't fail to reach Bakugo's ears. You? Bad at math? Huh. Well, not everyone could be as smart as him. Of course he passed his test with flying colors. A 98%. His grades were spotless! ...But that stupid English grade taunted him. Sure, a low 80 would be great- for some *average* extra. No, he needed to be *amazing* across the board. (And so his mom would get off his ass, that was an added bonus.) But maybe this little tidbit he found out about you could come in handy...

It was during lunch. You were sitting with Momo, Jiro and Mina. You were all talking about the recent gossip about some hero celebrity news, (Kamino Woods and Mt. Lady a *thing*?? Le *gasp*!) When Bakugo slammed his tray down. The girls startled, you included. "Bakugo! What gives!? Trying to send us into an early grave!?" Mina cried out, clutching her chest dramatically. "Shut it, raccoon eyes! *You*." He pointed to you. You pointed to yourself, "*me*?" "Yes, *you*. I have a proposition. And you better take it, if you know what's good for you." He hissed. The girls looked between you two nervously. You were quite nervous, too. He sat down in the empty chair, crossing his legs lazily and stuffing his hands in his pockets. He looked at the rest of the girls. "*Leave.* Me an' her need to discuss shit *privately*." He grunted. The girls looked at you worriedly, and all you could do was shrug. They nodded, scooping up their trays to another table, "Don't hesitate to run away-" jiro said under her breath, and you resisted a chuckle. He shot her a look as they left. Once they were past ear shot, he looked back at you and narrowed his eyes. "So. You're shit at Trigonometry, huh?" He cut right to the point. You almost choked on your green tea. "Uh...whatever gave you that idea-" "Don't play games, idiot *gajin*. I could hear you whining about it in class." He smirked. "Looks like your brain isn't so big after all." You bit the inside of your cheek. "So? What's your point? I thought you grew past being a blatant asshole, but I guess not." You shot back, referring to his old self in first year. True, alot had happened since then, and he was a bit more calm since then (being kidnapped, two wars and an injured arm and heart would do that to a person;) but he still had that streak of asshole in him every now and then. (Especially when it came to you, for whatever reason.) His eyes shifted, narrowing at the floor. He wanted to refute, but that would get them nowhere. "What if I help you, and you help me?" He asked quietly, almost wincing at the fact he just somewhat admitted he needed help. "I'm sorry?" You asked, not sure if you were hearing correctly.

"I'll help you with Trig, and you help me with English." He stated, clearly. You stared at him. He stared back. "...Well? I ain't got all day." He hissed. You bit your lip in thought. Did you have to do that? His eyes darted to your lips. He hated when you did that. Made his stomach muscles tighten. Weird. You finally looked up at him, and nodded. "Okay. But you better not yell at me if I don't get the problems right away. Or if I need extra explaining. Or if-" "Fine! Jeez, I got it, idiot!" He cut you off. "Tomorrow. Meet me in the library at 5. Don't be late or I'll kill you." He stated, grabbing his tray and leaving you there-flabbergasted, and lunch cold.

Well. That was an interesting turn of events for one day.

**so I haven't written a reader insert, or any fanfiction in ages, like...maybe since graduating college? Since I have a little time on my hands now, I wanted to try something. Updates might be sporadic, and this is gonna be a short one. But I wanted to dip my toes in again. Here's to hoping you don't get chewed out by a rabid pomeranian for your crappy math skills!**

(Also still getting used to the format. Apparently the * symbol doesn't do anything for the words like reddit. Apologies.)

[boogersparkles]

NOTES ♡

Yuuka hirasaka x gn!reader

Summery: You drown yourself with work and you won't listen to any of Yuuka's concerns! So she finds a solution

Genre: Light angst w/ comfort, happy ending, romantic

Warnings: Unhealthy eating habits, working to the point of passing out

Words: 2278~

Notes: Hiii!! I was thinking about maybe writting more fanfics for the rest of the yuus if anyone's intrested. Im still new to writting so constructive critisism is welcomed :)

The past week had really been exhuasting. Lately, Crowley has been shoving paperwork after paperwork in your hands even though you had just fought another overblot. Yuuka was badly injured, so you had to take care of of all the work that Crowley wasn't bothered to do. You had eyebags from the countless all-nighters that you pulled to catch up on the missed assignments for alchemy... math.. wait, didn't you have a history test tomorrow? Shit, you completly forgot.

"What time even is it?"

You look up at the clock hanging above your desk.

12:03

"Yeah i could squize another hour"

You get up to grab another energy drink, the floorboards squicking with every step, nearly slipping on the last step of the stairs you make your way towards the kitchen. Opening the fridge door, you crouch down to grab a can.

"Damn, this is my last one... I'm gonna need to buy more tomorrow"

"Absolutely not."

You jump at the sound of a stern voice. Turning to your left you see Yuuka crossing her arms while leaning on the side of the counter, you also didn't miss the disaproving look on her face that held concern for your well being.

"When was the last time you slept?"

"During Trein's class because I probably passed out"

Her face scrunches up with discomfort, not being able to tell wether you were being serious or joking. Not that there was something to laugh at.

"Did you even eat anything today?"

"A sandwich"

"You're telling me that you went through the whole day without eating anything but that sandwich from the morning?!"

"Eeh.. you eat like a king for breakfast?"

"Oh please, what kind of king eats a small sandwich for breakfast?"

Okay she had a point, but the stress was getting to you and you needed to get back to studing for that history test.

"Listen Yuuka, if you have nothing better to say then I'm going back to my room. Goodnight"

Before she could respond you get up and storm out of the kitchen, dashing towards your room, not giving her a chance to even call out your name. Guilt starting to eat you up as you go back to studying.

You're definetly not gonna sleep well.

Yuuka just stood there, starting into empty space, contemplating wether she used the right words to aproch you. She knew you were stressed but you just closed yourself off in your room, she offered help but you always waved her off, worried about her injuries from the last overblot.

Fine, if you don't want to listen she won't force you, but she will get in that little head of yours one way or another.

She goes upstairs, walking up to the door of your room. She knocks gently but there's no response, entering your room she finds you laying on your desk, the exhuastion probably caught up to you. Sighing softly she picks you up carefuly to not wake you up and tucks you into bed, she glances at the scattered books and notes on your desk. All day you were sucked up by those, not letting anything distance you from them, even declining an invitation to an unbirthday party without hesitation, making Ace and Deuce worry as well.

Looking closer, she sees bold words that say "HISTORY TEST ON MONDAY". She picks up a pen with her bandaged hand, writting some cheat notes for you on small pieces of paper and stuffing them into your pencilcase.

That's when it came to her.

If you didn't want to listen to her words, you will just have to read them!

Monday came, to your surprise you wake up in your bed, too used to the hard wood of your desk it feels weird to not have your back ache like an 80 year old grandpa's for once.

While getting dressed you remember your little fight with Yuuka, anxiety creeping up on you, wondering how to apologize her. Guess you'll apologize when you see her, IF you see her actually, because Crowley had more work for you to do despite having a test on the same day.

You barely make it to first period, thankfuly Crewel seemed to be late as well, so you go to your group with Ace, Epel and.... Yuuka who wasn't present.

"Morning guys"

"Woah, looks like one of the Halloween decorations came to life Haha- OW"

Ace gets roughly nudged at his side by Epel in a way to say without words "This is not the time for jokes"

"How very nice of you Ace" You say monotonously.

"But on a serious note are ya doing okay?"

"I'm fine, there's just a shit ton of work I have to do"

Both of them didn't comment on that, knowing full well just how tired you are by looking at your slummed posture.

"By the way, where's Yuuka? I haven't seen her at all today"

"She was here a while ago, but she said that she forgot something and just bolted out of class in a hurry"

That's odd... Yuuka isn't the type of person to just forget things like that.

While waiting for Crewel to arrive busting through the door comes Crowley who's waayyyy too excited to see you.

"My, my, why isn't it our dearest Prefect!"

"I thought Yuuka was the Prefect" Epel wispered to you

"I have a couple jobs for you to do!"

"But you said that you wouldn't need me until third period!"

"I did say that but it's different now. Come along! There is no time to watse!"

Aaaaaand there he goes, out the window.

Again.

You put your hands on your face and start groaning like you lost the lotery for the tenth time in a row.

" Can you guys watch my stuff? Since i won't be able to take it with me"

"Sure no problem.."

You leave your items and make it out of the classroom. But when you left, Yuuka had just gotten in.

"Hey where were you?"

"I was just getting something... wait, are those-?"

"The workacholic's stuff? Yeah, they just left"

"Oh perfect!"

She opens your pencilcase and shoves some more notes in it.

"What are those?"

"Cheat notes"

"Heyy! You never make those for me!"

"Yeah because they actually NEED these" She says as she shoots Ace a glare

They don't push further and just let her do as she pleases.

After leaving Crowley's office you find Deuce holding your things, waiting for you.

"Hey!.. How was work?"

"Awful."

Deuce akwardly shuffles his feet, not knowing how to comfort you.

"Well... Trein said that you can write the test next period with class 1-D and leave early today"

"Wait. Are you for real?!"

"Yeah! Anyway I gotta go so bye! And good luck!

Deuce shoves all your things in your arms and makes a run for it.

Why was he in such a rush? Class starts in 15 minutes, it was almost like he was hiding something. Looking down at your hands, you see a lunch box with a bright yellow sticky note on the top that said..

"Eat well and good luck on your test! :)"

Thank the heavens above because you were STARVING. You walk towards class 1-D it was a bit far from Crowley's office but you had time to eat. Entering the classroom, you find Trein and some other students including Sebek. Grabbing a test sheet you go to the very back and sit next to Sebek.

" I see that you have chosen to finish early human!"

Surprisingly Sebek's voice was slightly above average volume, unlike the usual roaring.

"Yeah.. I'm just gonna fail the test early and go straight to bed..?"

Multiple colored notes fill your pencilcase and... They're enough to give you a passable grade! But.. who wrote these? Whatever, you just want to get this over with

While you wrote away Sebek noticed how you constantly looked away to copy the answers, but he didn't rat you out, in fact he acted like nothing was happening

The bell rings and you hand over your test to Trein. While you were walking down the hall you accidently bump into a student.

"Oh sorry! Wait. This fell from your pocket"

Handing you the letter he leaves you confused. Since when did you carry this? And where did it even come from? Opening it, you find a note and... A discount for the Monstro Lounge?! Completely baffeled you read the note inside....

"Hey! I know how hard you've been working lately and I wanted to make sure you took proper care of yourself. So here's a little gift from me to you! :)

You don't have to go through everything alone. If you ever need help or a shoulder to cry on, I'll always be here for you ♡

- Love, Yuuka"

OF COURSE IT WAS YUUKA ALL ALONG.

And you didn't even see her to apologize today!

It all made sense now. Why Yuuka was missing during alchemy, why Deuce ran away in a hurry, why Sebek didn't snitch on you. Because it was all part of Yuuka's plan.

Making your way to the Monstro Lounge you can't stop thinking about Yuuka, she goes out of her way just to make you happy. You'll buy something for her too, you sort owe her for well, everything. For carrying anything too heavy for you, for defending you when you were in danger, for comforting and holding you close to her heart to sooth you whenever you had a nightmare...

Your chest tightens up just by the thought of everything she has done.

You get the cheesebuger for yourself and for Yuuka the steak from today's special menu.

For always making you feel special.

Finally you made it back to Ramshackle, taking off your shoes, you notice that the couch has more pillows than usual and a big fluffy blanket, on the top of it there was yet again another note.

"Hi sugar! I hope you feel more relaxed from yesterday, found you passed out on your desk last night so I got some extra pillows for you. You can take the next two days easy, I managed to threaten convince Crowley to do his own work.

Take care - Love Yuuka"

Like the other notes the handwritting was a bit sloppy due to still having those bandages on her hand so you couldn't recognize who's writting it could be, you also couldn't think straight with everything going on, giving you no time to even wonder about those notes. It's insane how much Yuuka fills your day despite not seeing her at all, you really started to miss her too but for now you'll just have to wait until she returns.

After leaving her share of food on the kichen island, you put on a movie and pull the blanket over you as you sit cross-legged on the couch with your cheeseburger on your lap. Yuuka will come home in 35 minutes, you might as well enjoy the movie, though you can't help but occasionaly look at the time, waiting like a little puppy.

Finishing your burger, you start to feel a bit drowsy, putting the empty countainer on the coffee table, you lay down cacooning yourself with the fluffy blanket. Yuuka is ten minutes late but you know that she will come home shortly.

Your eyelids start to feel heavy, you can take a short nap for a minute or two.

"Are you still sleeping?"

You catch the sound of soft wispering but you don't say anything. Sensing the couch sink, you also hear shifting

"Grim, don't wake them up"

A familiar voice hits your ears, somehow the sterness it carries is also familiar.

You feel a gentle hand graze your cheek, pushing aside some strands fo hair along with it.

And then...

A soft kiss on you forhead.

Your cheeks start to heat up and a warm feeling spreads through your chest. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Yuuka kneeling with one knee up right next to you and Grim snuggling up against your stomach.

"Sorry, did i wake you up?"

"No, I woke up myself" you lied sleepily.

Let's be honest, you wouldn't be able to sleep peacefuly after that kiss.

"How was your day today?" She asked, resting her chin in her palm.

"It was... less tiring than the past few days"

"Did you eat anything from the Monstro Lounge?"

"I ate a cheeseburger. Did you find the steak I got for you?"

"Mhm, it was delicious"

Sitting up from your position, the blanket fall off of you as you lean in to hug her, resting your arms on her shoulders.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you last night. I didn't mean to... I was just...."

Struggling to find your words, Yuuka finishes your sentense for you.

"Just too tired to properly function? Yeah, i know. I'm glad you finally got some rest"

She says as she caresses your back softly, her touch lingering, holding more care than you can ever imagine

Your eyeshight blurs up a bit, but you're grateful for always having Yuuka by your side

"Come on, don't go tearing up on me now. Why don't we watch that movie you had put on?"

Leting go of her, you push aside some pillows to make space as she goes to dim the lights. Sitting down next to you, you lean your head on her shoulder, letting her hand rest on your waist as Grim jumps in your lap.

You felt relief, happy and complete. As if Yuuka was the rain and sun to your flower, the last piece to your puzzle. She means eveything to you and you're well aware that she recipercates those feelings too.

Bonus:

"Wait, don't you have homework to do?"

"Eeeh.. I'll do it later"

She ended up making cheat notes for herself with your help.

[eleanordol]

💛— warnings. None

💛— synopsis. Whitney is sick and finds himself powerless when Eleanor wants to take care of him. Fluff.

💛— wordcount. 1200

Eleanor's brow furrowed as she set her phone down on the table. Students filtered into the classroom in groups, all chatting about weekend plans and laughing at inside jokes. Others furiously studied, cramming as much knowledge as they could before the weekly exam.

River, thankfully, hadn’t arrived yet, giving them a few extra minutes to try and improve their grades.

Eleanor didn’t need to study. She didn’t understand much about life, but math? Math, she sure as fuck understood better than anything. This was one of the few classes where she held a distinction, and the acknowledgement of her ability felt good.

She frowned at the empty chair beside her. He had promised her he’d actually try this week.

When I die, he can be the pallbearer and let me down one last time.

Sighing, she opened her notebook and began doodling on the lined paper.

The sudden presence beside her startled her.

Pale, yet blotchy in flushed patches, eyes dull and hair stringy. His shirt buttons were uneven, and his blazer was inside out. He inhaled a laboured breath and slid down in his seat, his body threatening to fall off the chair. He didn’t acknowledge her, his eyes shutting tight as he winced at the sound of the classroom door slamming. Pulling the chair closer to the table, he struggled to keep himself upright.

“Baby, what the fuck?” Eleanor grabbed his arm. He weakly tried to swat her away, to no avail.

“Piss off, slut,” he groaned, turning to look at her—only to be startled by how close her face suddenly was to his. He tried to fight back, but her hands held his shoulders firmly. Her forehead pressed gently against his.

“You’re burning up!” She nuzzled her face against his, eliciting laughs from some of his friends sitting nearby. Laughs that were quickly silenced by her sharp glare, a glare that made it clear she wasn’t afraid to kick the absolute shit out of anyone.

“I’m fine,” Whitney mumbled as his worried girlfriend inspected him, searching for signs of illness, maybe even an injury.

“When I’m done with this test, I’m taking you home,” she said. She could afford to miss the rest of the day anyway.

“Fuck no,” he replied, laying his head on the desk.

“It wasn’t a question,” she shot back, her harsh tone contrasting with the way she softly rubbed his back. “It’s happening whether you like it or not.”

Her exam took only a few minutes. She finished it quickly, grabbing Whitney’s paper from under his face and completing it for him as well. She sandbagged his test, getting some answers wrong on purpose lest River catch on to the ruse.

She kept his grade hovering at a solid C, bordering on a B, showing just enough improvement once a month to be believable. It was all coming together, her long con to get him some decent grades.

One of Whitney’s loser friends handed in his test for him. She waited a few minutes before submitting hers, then returned to the table to pack up her things and collect her sleeping boy.

“Up you get.” Eleanor looped her arms under his, pulling him shakily to his feet.

His response was quiet, agreeable, resigned.

-

“This isn’t m’ house,” he muttered as the orphanage came into view.

The walk from school had taken forever. He had to lean on her for support, stopping every block or so to readjust and catch his breath. Sweat stuck his hair to his face. He stumbled, almost bringing her down with him.

“I never said I was taking you to your house,” she replied.

Each step took effort. He was so much taller than her, his body practically engulfing hers.

Whitney’s eyes closed as he let Eleanor guide him through the garden and into the empty halls of the orphanage. Most of the children were at school, and the younger ones were off at day programs.

Bailey wasn’t much of a caregiver. She provided the bare necessities but not much else in the way of parenting or affection. Time was money, and she had too much to do around town to care.

The familiar scent of Eleanor’s room stirred Whitney from his walking rest, flowers, honey, and sandalwood incense. She used it to mask the smell when he smoked in her room. Usually, he sat by the window, but sometimes, after sex, he felt too lazy and lit one up right in her bed.

He crashed onto the mattress with an unceremonious flop.

Eleanor sat beside him, rummaging through her bedside table.

“Stay with me for a few more minutes,” she said, producing a blister pack of pills. She popped two out of the plastic. “You need some paracetamol, or you’re going to die on me.”

He lifted himself just enough for her to put the pills in his mouth, swallowing them dry before she could offer her water bottle. He slid back down, eyes shutting as he drifted off to sleep.

-

His icy eyes fluttered open. The television cast a soft glow in the dark room.

No idea what time it was.

How long had he been out?

Eleanor sat at the edge of her bed, legs crossed, controller in hand. On the screen, not her usual fighting game, but one with Hello Kitty and other colourful animals.

Something cool rested on his forehead, a cloth soaked in cold water.

He swore he remembered falling asleep face down, yet now he was lying on his back, tucked under the covers, on his usual side of her bed.

The clothes he wore felt soft. Not his school uniform.

His groggy mind pieced it together.

“Did you fucking molest me in my sleep?” he asked.

Eleanor jumped, clutching her chest. “Holy fuck, you’re awake!”

He tried to sit up but stopped as a headache flared in his skull. “You stripped me and probably felt me up.”

“You wish,” she rolled her eyes, crawling up the bed to his side. “Yes, I changed your clothes. You were shivering and sweating, and I was worried you’d catch a chill and die.”

Softly, she brushed his bangs from his face.

“I feel like shit.” He unconsciously leaned into her touch, her hands cool against his warm skin.

“I know.” Her eyebrows knit in worry. “You idiot, why did you even come to school?”

He shrugged. “If I’m not there, you might go wild, slutting it up all over the place.”

“That’s stupid, even for you.” She lightly flicked his forehead, making him wince.

A moment of silence passed.

“Why did you do this?” he finally asked.

“Whitney,” she murmured, pressing her forehead to his. The cool cloth was the only thing separating them. “If you don’t know why by now, I don’t know what to do with you.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he caught her lips in a quick kiss.

“Thank you, slut.”

“You’re welcome, idiot.” She giggled.

[gullableh]

study

movie night

DON. LORENZO X MALE! KID! READER. PLATONIC.

★°•Warnings : overworking, swearing, bad grammar, terrible story telling abilities, might be ooc. reader is like 13/14, Lorenzo is 18/19 REMEMBER this is a PLATONIC story. So there isn't any romantic stuff in this story. I haven't watched the purge so I have no idea what type of movie it's like, all I know about it is its a horror movie ( I think )

★•°summery : kid reader has a test tomorrow, so as every teenage kid would do, he completely spends all his time learning for the test. Lorenzo's is kinda pissed that his younger brother won't even look at him. So why not have a movie night?★it has some fluff, but more like cute brotherly love relationships y'know?

Music you could listen while reading :D :------------------°•©

Blue monday; New order

Imitadora(instrumental; Romeo santos

Things to do; Alex g

Red eyes black dragon chain; Odetari

(Enjoy ^v^)

★

3rd person pov:

School. School is an teaching system where misters or misses learn the younger ones about math, art, music, physics and etc. my question is what do you think of school? Most people (children) say that it's a pretty boring system, some disagree with that jugment as they find intrest and delight within the school system. Well whoever find school interesting...needs to teach there ways, cuz how am I going to learn all this withing the next 4 hours huh!? *Points at a pile of Biology books.* "I'm going to fail this test" The child said wallowing in there own despair.

He shouldve payed close attention to the teacher, he shouldve taken notes, he shouldve studied earlier. Because maybe then he would have already learned enough about the subject, and wouldn't have needed to study so hard anymore for the subject, but all of these are what ifs and will never be reality. [Reader] had already spended most of there time on studying today, actually the entire day, without barely any breaks. He even skipped dinner (you can't skip dinner, you just can't end of discussion.) For this. They even had to decline there older brother for a quick soccer match. Lorenzo who witnessed all of the chaos his brother went and was going trough, had enough. He was ignored almost the entire day, he was declined to have a fun soccer match with him (ouch), and he even skipped dinner, the time where they both talk shit about his younger brothers classmates. No this was enough, [reader] had learned enough for the test, it's time for him to get some rest.

*Knock* *knock*

Looking at the person who knocked, a smile emerged on [reader]s face as they saw they're older brother. "C'mon smartass where watching a movie." He remarked while giving his younger brother a toothy grin, flexing his golden teeth in the process." Can't, still need to learn for this test."

[Reader] said with their smile slowly turning into frown, realization dawning on them again. With the quick wave of his hand and a small grin. "Dah, but you've been studying all day, it's time ya give those books a rest." He said with his iconic "dah" in his sentence. "Y'know I can't do that, I don't want to fail for this test. Snuffy will be disappointed in me" He answered back a frown still evident on his face. "So what, you already have perfect grades, and believe me Snuffy's not gonna get pissed just because of one bad grade. Or even if you failed all of you're classes, he still wouldn't care about that" Lorenzo said, his grin still on his face, there it was wide and proud. "No, I'm gonna stay here and study. End of discussion." Was the last thing reader said before continuing to read the book that he got from school. Leaving a slowly starting to get pissed of Lorenzo alone. He did not like that answer. Not one bit, so being the great brother he is...

He dragged him.

"LORENZO WHAT THE FUCK, PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW." "Stop screaming, it's not gonna help with you're situation." Lorenzo had [reader] over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Yup only possible way to get you're younger brother to stop studying. (Snuffy downstairs like : 🧍‍♀️"I'm not dealing with that" *Sips out of a coffee mug*)

"LORENZO IF YOU DONT PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW, I SWEAR I'LL KNOCK ALL OF YOURE GOLDEN TEETH OUT OF YOU'RE MOUTH" "dah, id like to see ya try"

And so it continued, they continued bickering back and forth untill they reached Lorenzo's room, with a child over his shoulder, he opens the door of his room and dragged his brother inside. He placed him on a bean bag wich was right Infront of a large tv screen."I told you I'm not going to watch a movie." [Reader] snarked at the older one as they sat next to them, covering the both of them with a blanket and some squishys to stay warm with. "Oh c'mon, I even brough some snacks." Lorenzo said while magically popping out pop corn out of thin air. While having his stupid sly grin back. With a sulking aura surrounding the younger boy, they hesitantly gave up on trying to run away from Lorenzo, its impossible to get free out of his grasp. With a pout on [reader]s face they muttered out a small. "Fine"

Making Lorenzo completely thrilled and happy to spend some time again with his brother. "Sho wisht movie shoulds we wash?"Lorenzo asked while having a mouth full of popcorn. "Don't talk while having food in you're mouth idiot." Lorenzo just reacted back with opening his mouth and showing the disgusting horror of non-swallowed food, it's like he's a five year old child. "You're disgusting" [reader] remarked back with dotted eyes and a disgusted face.

The younger brother started to think wich movies they could watch. "Hmm, how 'bout.... Baby driver?" [Reader] said with an enthusiastic expression on their face. They saw an article online about the movie, it was a combination of a romance, comedy and action movie, sounds like a good movie right? "Eh sounds boring" Lorenzo said while still chomping away on the snacks, he should stop otherwise there isn't none left for me): . [Reader] looked at him again with dotted eyes. He didn't even know what the movies about and already though it's boring? "Alright then what kind of movie do you have in mind?" [Reader] said with a questioning expression on their face. Oh boy he shouldn't have asked. "How about..... The human centipede." That one horror movie everyone has been talking about. No thanks. "No, where not watching any horror movies."

"Aww, why not I always let you choose the movies ):"

"That's a lie, last week all we watched was what you chose."

"Yeah but that was last weak, this is this week"

"I haven't even chosen a movie yet"

"Me neither so I'm choosing"

"That doesn't make any sense!"

"Too bad so sad, where watching the purge"

The purge, aww c'mon, why always the horror movies? [Reader] though while silently sulking next to a very happy and enthusiastic Lorenzo, who seemingly was very satisfied with [readers]s defeat.

★

The movie just ended and [reader] was already asleep, resting their head against Lorenzo, Lorenzo silently gushed about how adorable his brother was. Its funny how they used to hate eachother. ( more like Lorenzo just being very petty) ever since snuffy adopted Lorenzo, he kinda excepted them to not get well with eachother, but after years. They really grew up to be great brothers, even if they weren't related.

The night ended, with [reader] resting his head on Lorenzo's shoulder asleep, while Lorenzo's head was resting on top of [readers] head while he was sleeping.

The both of them bathed in eachothers warmth.

Fin

★(smal) °•BONUS+--------------------

*Click*

The clicking of a camera could be heard, and who was clicking this camera? The only proud father in the house, snuffy

"Just a few small fotos here and there"

Snuffy would mumble to himself while knowing damn well he's going to have an entire foto album of the two brothers who where currently sleeping.

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Snuffy 🔛🔝 of being the best dad tho fr Lorenzo gives off laid back and chill older Brother vibes.

[expiationist]

just a little stem vs humanities student story, since that seems so be a controversial topic in the academic world:

as a language and business double major, i absolutely think stem majors are another breed. hear me out. my best friend of 10 years is a biochem major, and she has always taken the hardest calc/physics/chem classes. she would get As on bio tests like it was first grade math. her knowledge eludes me. i have to try exponentially harder than her in every class we had together, and we barely even had the same classes! she took regular calc freshman year, got an A pretty easily. i took business calc, got an A because i was so close to an A and my professor saw how much effort i had put in and felt bad. i have always thought stem was much harder than anything i was pursuing.

until i heard her pov.

she is also pursuing a spanish minor, and has been taking spanish classes since 8th grade (we took our first spanish class together). i took spanish in 8th, 9th, and 10th grade, then stopped taking it through classes and started self studying japanese my junior year of highschool. she continued to pursue spanish and has taken in every year and every semester since 8th grade. shes studying abroad next semester, and we thought it would be a good idea for me to pick up spanish so she would have an opportunity to teach me and talk in spanish together. however, i picked it up pretty fast after not taking it for four years.

i noticed she felt ~some type of way~ about it, which prompted a conversation between the two of us.

to spare the mundane details, she thought it was insane that i caught up to where she was within weeks, after not having taken a class higher than high school spanish 2. i told her i thought it was insane that she got an A in every calc, physics, bio, and chem class, which i was never able to get a single A in (until business calc in college). she has a 4.0, taking what i thought were WAY harder classes than what i was taking. hell, i couldn’t even get an A in astronomy. astronomy.

she then talked about how i had rarely EVER gotten less than a 93 on essays, even if i had written them the night before, while she has to spend weeks on essays to get a good grade on them.

the moral of this story, is that everyone has their own talents. science comes natural to her. languages and humanities come natural to me. i find her talents way harder. she finds my talents way harder because humanities tend to be subjective, and business requires a certain personality and being good with people, which she doesn’t see those qualities in herself.

personally, i think anyone who pushes the “stem is objectively harder” agenda is probably just insecure in their own abilities to do arts/humanities/business. a real mature student can see that everyone has their own talents and a field that is suited to them! there is no need to invalidate peoples academic pursuits. college should be about finding what YOU love and want to pursue, not invalidating everyone and making them feel dumber because they chose a different path from you.

do what you love, and study hard if you love it! just because someone studies humanities subjects doesn’t mean they aren’t capable of succeeding in stem. and just because you study stem doesn’t make you smarter than someone who doesn’t choose to pursue that.

HOWEVER. from my pov, stem is like actually shit from Mars that i will never be able to wrap my head around, so to be humble ill admit i could NEVER study stem subjects beyond general education requirements. kudos to you guys! but that doesnt apply to every a&h kid out there!

[sadie-bug345]

gangs favorite classes🫶🥰🫡☝️🤓

i keep taking breaks from tumblr but i’m really tryna get back in the swing of things🙏

ponyboy:

ahhhh i haven’t reread the book in a while but he probably mentions classes he likes or he doesn’t like

ik he has like a D in his creative writing class or smth but that’s cause he don’t like the restrictions that come with writing for an assignment

in reality i feel like he is an english guy overall

also gives history ngl

more social studies classes

8/10 hes real for that

johnny:

elective guy thru and thru

like photography, art, ceramics, graphic design, etc

he might be amazing at these artsy classes

and that’s why he likes them OR

he just loves the chill classroom vibe yk

also he likes the kids in there too

i feel like johnny gets so annoyed with louder socs who mess around in the classes he likes

cause my guy is actually respectful🫶🙏

10/10 so valid honestly, like photo is fr my favorite class and i feel like johnny would totally fw that

sodapop:

language classes

like spanish, french, german, whatever floats your boat

i think he likes the funny atmosphere of everyone kinda messing up whenever they’re put on the spot to speak in class

just cause no one really cares

ALSO DESTROYS during presentations btw

like either he’s genuinely good

or he just keeps messing up and giggles abt it so much that the teacher starts yelling at him abt it

genuinely has a dgaf mindset to school in general which is very admirable

6/10 i hate my spanish 2 class but its ok😭🙏

darry:

sports med / sports weights

OR anatomy

like he just enjoys sports so anything that relates to that he finds really interesting

he likes the helping people aspect of sports med

and i’m in sports med as well which is actually so fun ngl

he eats with that

always crushes tests

i think he really studies for tests and actually tries

which allows him to get good grades🤓☝️

but he couldn’t care less abt classes he doesn’t like

7/10 valid

dally:

pretends to not give a shit but we know he does when it comes to the gang

bc of this, his fave classes are whatever he has the most friends in

other than that he thinks all classes are terrible and they all feel like years

math guy when he actually understands the concept

but the second things get hard he just gives up

“who needs these hyperbolas anyways man🙄”

lives for lunch and after school cause he just walks around and talks

or fights with other kids but we don’t talk abt that

6/10 im the same way abt math

two-bit:

any class where he can mess with the teacher

like either the teacher is chill and jokes around with him

OR the teacher actually sucks and two just makes them even more mad

lives for class laughter

like soda he enjoys more participation based classes, less the actual content

somehow he always gets sat in the desk right next to the teachers desk so they can keep an eye on him

barely ever gets to sit next to his friends for obvious reasons LMAO

7/10 also valid

steve:

obviously auto mechanic if the school offers it

otherwise he gives a science kid

like biology, physics, anatomy, stuff like that

his brain is just the type to get it

so those classes are barely hard for him

which is SO LUCKY

he the type to just go off about some technical concept the class is going over and explain it perfectly to his friend who needs help and then make a your mom joke the next minute

5/10 i hate physics and i hate how he’d be better at it than me

ANYWAYS REQUEST STUFF PLS🫶😋‼️

(btw i’m going thru requests rn so dw!!)

[lunebits]

ap class tips

for those in ap classes who are struggling. also for those who aren't really. whatever.

just as an intro to my qualifications:

i go to a stem high school (will be graduating next sem!) where all the classes are already advanced as is (our ap classes are also taught differently!) i've taken a total of 10 ap classes during my time, and while that isn't as much as others, i'd say i have a pretty good spread of ap classes i took!

general ap class tips

remember that the ultimate goal for you taking this course is to take the exam and get a 4/5 (reach for that 5!). yes, the grade is important, but that score at the end after that exam might save anywhere from $600-$1200+ in college. so focus your energy on that exam once the exams are encroaching!

make friends in your ap classes. trauma bonding is real (/j) so making friends that will help you study or might save you when you accidentally forgot is key.

and while they all say "study a bit every night!" that's hard to do. the rule of thumb here for every class will be in the categorized sections, so don't worry (i gotchu!!)

ap math (calc ab/bc, stat, physics, chem, etc.)

i personally didn't take physics or chem bc i didn't want to, but i did take bc and got a 5 (yes, i'm so proud)!

rule of thumb for studying at home: do your homework everyday and actually take the time to understand what the hell you're doing. understand what the process is behind solving the problem. be able to pull out the variables. practice, practice, practice. also, this is one of those subjects where it's actually worth it to study it at home everyday.

ANOTHER RULE: practice tests. these math exams are about stamina and speed. if you can solve a problem, great! but now here comes 20 more screaming your name. but, if you can get the timing down before your exam, that's even better. so go waste your saturday afternoon at that mock exam if you need to. another saturday will come in time anyway. ask your teacher for mock exams. get that practice workbook. whatever it takes. get the timing in your hand.

just as a quote from my teacher, "life is about choices, and we are all busy people." don't waste your time doing something that'll waste your time. even if you can't remember it, that's okay. just keep moving and score more points somewhere else. and also, do the easy route. only memorize the easy route.

math is about patterns. patterns rule math. extract that pattern out of that problem, memorize it, and you'll be just fine.

FRQS WILL HURT YOUR BRAIN AND THAT'S OKAY! collegeboard has a very specific way it wants you to answer these questions. the best way to learn the format is to do so many frqs your hands hurt. because in any exam that involves math, you genuinely need to do better on the frqs. they'll land you more points. yes, the mcq might get you that 5, but the frqs become the basic 3 or 4 that you need. your teacher will hopefully teach you the format, but if they don't, the collegeboard ap website has all the past frqs they've ever made.

YOU WILL BE OKAY. I PROMISE. make sure that if you cry, you understand your disappointment then move on to a larger action plan.

ap histories/humanities (art history, u.s history, euro, world, etc.)

i've taken all the histories that my school offers (apush, euro, apwh, apah, etc.)

rule of thumb: don't study at home unless there's a test coming up or you're bad at putting stuff in order.

GET YOUR WRITING SKILLS DOWN PAT. this is the thing that'll get you the most points. that mcq section is a killer, but doing 3-6 (looking at you apah exam) right after might just kill you. so please, get your stamina up. just write. just keep writing.

timeline shit for history. because when it comes down to it, knowing the sequence of events and knowing the events themselves are more important than dates or whatever.

if you're worried about coherency in your writing, jot down a small pre-writing list.

memorize every single rubric. luckily, the dbq/leq rubric is the same across apush, apwh, and euro. you'll get away with just memorizing the two. the apah rubric is a little different, and the ap lit rubric is a little different. just memorize them as best you can.

when writing, cater to your reader. make things easy to spot and easy to grade. they'll give you a higher score if they can clearly see where things are.

just practice mcqs. all the stimulus will have something you can pull out of it (unless it's like apah where you're meant to memorize the works). but every question will have an answer that's in the passage. practice finding that answer. (this one is still really hard)

all these tests are tests of stamina. and sometimes, they're on the same goddamn day because collegeboard hates love us. just keep going. grab a snack. rest your eyes, go.

essays are the bane of everyone’s existence in ap courses because you’re on this strict rubric and have this mythical complexity/sophistication point that you need to give your hopes and dreams of achieving. BUT. but. you’ll be okay. especially for exams like the ap lit/apah exam, you get to come in knowing at least a bit of the exam (for ap lit, a good part of the frq weight. for apah, 90% of the test). TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT!! know a novel inside and out. know the works inside and out. you’ll be okay. stretch your hands, breathe, write.

ap sciences (bio, physics, chem, psych, econ)

i've personally taken bio and both econs, but these are all concept based, so the same general tips apply.

rule of thumb: if you don't understand it in class, you need to study it at home asap. seriously. because you sure as hell won’t be able to put it together during class the next day. whats good though is that there’s so many resources online (esp videos!!) for all the ap sciences that it’s actually crazy.

read your textbook. science is great with a textbook in your hand. you don't even need to read the whole thing. just skim through it to add information to your class notes. most times that works.

because the questions are concept based, the mcq/frqs are a little hard to get used to. SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS: don’t ignore your responsibilities and learn what these questions look like.

flashcards. USE FLASHCARDS. so much of science is not only understanding concepts but applying them. to apply them, you need to know them by heart. and to know them by heart means flashcards to drill yourself.

and speaking of applying your knowledge, you need to take things slowly. approach questions with this framework: 1) read the problem + understand what concept it’s asking about. 2) pull out that information from your sexy brain. 3) solve the problem based on what you can remember. to truly understand, include a lot of examples in your notes. AND MAKE SURE YOU UNDERSTAND WHY AND HOW THEY WORK. the why and the how are more important than the what.

misc tips 🌷

burnout is inevitable if you don’t manage your time correctly. there’s people online that can explain how to manage your energy more than me so please go watch them instead lmfao

try your best to stay on your schedule. the more you push your tasks to this arbitrary tomorrow, the more you absolutely won’t do them.

honey, you need to bring a snack and a water bottle to those exams, you get like a 10 minute break that isn’t enough for the mental taxation (without representation) that happens on those exams. they’re brutal.

the classes themselves are not as bad you think. i promise. most of the time, you’ll actually have fun. and it’s really cool to be learning at a college level. so keep at it! the moment you hate something, the moment you begin to stop trying as hard and your grades start slipping. keep finding the next thing to delude yourself into enjoying (/hj).

[nijisanji-brain-rot-fics]

luxiem x reader || as fathers

a/n : YALL LIKE MY LUXIEM HCS MORE THAN MY OTHER ONES SO HERE U GO LMAO 😭 ill feed u guys some more luxiem content before mysta graduates [sobs louder]

SHU YAMINO

TYPICAL ASIAN DAD

but minus the yelling and stuff

hes just pretty damn strict but like he loves you all the same

if you get an A+ in maths, GOOD JOB, HE'LL TREAT YOU TO ICE CREAM [and maybe a magic show WWWW]

if you get a D-, he'll probably say something along the lines of : " try harder kiddo! you can get a higher mark next time! do you want me to help you study? "

he will definitely show up at all of your events and stuff like that to cheer you on

b a n a n a

omg he would accidentally get banned from ur school games bc he keeps helping you with his witchcraft stuff

LUCA KANESHIRO

OMG HES THE DAD THAT ALL YOUR CLASSMATES LOVE

hes the type to bring like the BEST FOOD during those potlucks ur school has

will panic if you bring math homework to him for help AJSHD

if he cant go to ur school events, HE WILL SO FIND A WAY TO GO, EVEN IF IT WAS JUST FOR A MOMENT

ur little sibling would deadass be a dog.

like no shit, this man would want a dog

and that dog is ur sibling

he and his mafia men would be the ones to raise you [FUCKING BONUS POINTS IF ONE OF HIS MEN IS A WOMAN AND SHE IS UR MOTHER FIGURE]

" oh, don't worry kid, you'll get it next time!! if you're ever feeling down, just know your dad thinks that you're pog! "

you dont know how to tell him that saying pog as a [however old he is] man is a little cringe, but you love him for it (IN A FAMILIAL WAY)

IKE EVELAND

a very chill dad when it comes to homework and grades

unless it was english

if you get a low score in english

THIS MANS IS RUTHLESS. HE WILL GET YOU TO READ. A LOT.

but if you get tired of it, he'll let it go

i feel like he'd be the parent who IS your teacher at school

oh boy, you should dread first day if he's your english teacher

" class, i'd like you all to know, im only fucking one of your mothers. " [all jokes LMAO he wouldnt embarrass you like that..... or would he?]

if you get a low score in any subjects or like if you flunk a test, he'll hug you and say:

" don't cry, you've made me proud already. i love you kiddo, and none of those test marks will change that. just tell me if you ever need help okay? i'm always happy to help you with those. "

MYSTA RIAS

BRO OMG HES THAT ONE DAD WITH INSANE SOCIAL MEDIA PRESENCE

SOMEHOW ALL YOUR FRIENDS FOLLOW HIM ON TWITTER??

the most laidback out of all the luxiem guys about homework

doesn't mind if you flunk it, as long as you did your hardest, it's a pass in his book

he cant physically help you with homework

its a british debuff /j

like he would stare at the pythagorean theorem and go 'uhm....'

HE WOULD HELP YOU WITH ALL YOUR FASHION DILEMMAS

there to listen to all the GODDAMN TEA!! like how dare jessica cheat on james like that with ryan??

dude is like the communal dad if any of ur friends dont have a father figure, he'll be there for them too

" oh you flunked your math test? it's alright!! you'll get it next time. they give you too much tests nowadays you guys are all probably burnt out... how about we watch a movie? your mind needs to destress. "

VOX AKUMA

SHAWTY HAS FLIRTED WITH YOUR TEACHERS MORE THAN ONCE

LIKE YOU GOTTA STOP HIM, HIS RIZZ IS TOO MUCH

also that one dad for some reason everyone likes

hes like pretty strict, but its because he wants the best for you

WOULD GET BANNED FROM TRYING TO GO TO UR SCHOOL GAMES BC HE GETS SO PISSED LMAO

" WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN THEY GET A FOUL?? THEY DIDNT EVEN HIT THE OTHER KID??? "

hes the demon you and ur friends would try to summon at sleepovers

" kid, please, i love you and all, but dad needs to fucking rest. please stop summoning me. "

AND YOUR FRIENDS WOULD SCREAM WWWW

anyways, hes pretty damn smart so hes gotchu covered when it comes to homework help

unless it was history.

history pisses the fuck out of this ancient man.

he will rant about how incorrect the history books are and you'll get nowhere with homework

" oh, darling, it's alright. i'm not disappointed in you and i won't be when it comes to homework. i get it, sometimes it's hard and you don't understand it, but that's when you ask for help, alright? i won't ever shame you for asking me for help. "

a/n : i hope yall r fed this took me 30 minutes to shit out and clean up also i think its obvious whos my favourite in luxiem LMAOO

[teawithjin]

LØSER x LOVΣR

wattpad fanfic by me, remember you are sang-jae

𝐎𝐧𝐞 - The Rush

I lazily got up out of bed and looked into the mirror looking at my messy hair, which I sighed, got dressed and went downstairs. It was the start of the arts school or whatever today, and I was one of the few that got selected to the drawing part of it. Mostly people go for dancing and singing, but I'm there for drawing.

I walked downstairs avoiding my parents (mostly my father) and walked out the door heading to the school. It was a walking distance from the house - like five minutes away so that's a plus. 

I didn't have any friends; I didn't really care at this point because that means I could focus on school instead of people who just want someone for their advantage.

I arrived at the school, bunch of kids in groups. I could almost tell which group was who. The dancers look majestic, but you could tell they didn't care about anyone else. The singers were in some separate groups, some were edgy, some were very bright colored, some were actually showing off by singing. The artists like me were quiet, silently judging. I wasn't even going to go up and say hi. They can go fuck off.

But there was one group, that seemed like a mix of everything almost. One was drawing, one looked like a dancer, one looked like a singer, the other four it was hard to tell. I shrugged them off; I didn't think that it really mattered if they knew about me. 

I'm only here for school and that's it.

I got to my dorm, which I came in a week earlier to put my stuff in here, so I didn't have to do it today. My dormmate, Nayeon, seemed to be one of the decent people here. She was there for singing, which seemed like a good fit for her.

"You must be Sang-Jae!" She smiled and bowed.

"Yes, uhm. . . you can just call me Sang." I bowed back, "You must be Nayeon?"

"Yep!" She hummed.

We talked for a little bit. I showed her my art, which she really liked. We took our conversation outside the dorm when we saw our classes were going to start very soon. We then went our separate ways when classes started.

I went into my class, which was drawing. I had to sit by the one boy who was drawing earlier. He had blackish brownish hair, and he made me think of a bunny the way he looked up at me.

"Hey! Another person joining the drawing side of the school." He looked excited.

I didn't match the energy, I just sat beside him and smiled, "Yeah. And the name's Sang."

"Jungkook!" he slightly nodded as class started.

Jungkook and I slightly got along, but I kept my walls up, not wanting to get to close just in case. I mean, you never know. Plus, he seemed too innocent with those wide brown eyes of his and that smile. It was just weird I never seen someone so. . . happy.

Class seemed too quick when it ended it was time to go to the next class, which was literature for me, Jungkook had math. I waved him off and walked away and sighed to myself.

"So glad that's over." 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The day went by fast; it was already time to go to the dorms. I was hoping that Jungkook didn't make me meet his friends. I was so close to my dorm, but of course with my bad navigation skills I took a wrong turn and ran into Jungkook.

"Sang! I was looking for you come meet everyone!"

"Uh, I can't I have a test I need to study for!"

I think that was the dumbest shit to say on the first day of school.

"Hah! You sound like Namjoon when he doesn't want to do something!" Jungkook dragged me along.

This was the most chaotic first day of school I ever had, and it all seemed in a blur.

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[amalgamgooze]

"easier" math has become more difficult than "difficult" math

Had to take a math placement exam for college today.

It was all high school stuff--things I'd already done.

Now tell me,

why was it harder to do that stuff than the abstract algebra stuff I'm studying?

…

I'm serious.

Maybe it's a familiarity thing.

Like, nobody should ever have to memorize all the trig identities.

sin2x + cos2x = 1, that's an acceptable one to memorize.

Super short, simple, and widely applicable.

But the bullshit like sin(2x) = sin(x)cos(x)?

Or sin(x/2) = sqrt((1 - cos(x)) / 2 ) ?

What? The? Fuck?

Is this actually stuff I studied two years ago?

This is formula sheet bullshit.

Not stuff you test for to gauge math proficiency.

And not without a calculator either.

For fucks sake--discrete math and modern algebra without a calculator is easier than precalculus without a calculator!

…

I can see why some people hate math.

That shit's just not fair.

Even if you're using math professionally, you're not going to have that bullshit restriction of "you need to know everything off the top of your head".

…

If you couldn't tell, I'm not a fan of all of math.

There's some areas that I don't feel are as important to understand as the rest.

Like conic sections.

Or eccentricity.

…don't get me wrong. Geometry is pretty cool sometimes.

But when my job is to literally solve the equation for a specific point on an ellipse, I'm just left thinking, "why bother?".

…

Calculus was cooler than that shit.

Vector calculus was cooler than that shit.

Precalculus was hell.

I offer my condolences to you poor souls who've yet to take Precalc.

There's cooler math beyond precalc.

Yes, it's more incomprehensible, but it's enjoyably incomprehensible.

It's supposed to be abstract.

It--

Physics wasn't as infuriating as that test!

I-

I don't know how much more I can prove I love math than to write a whole monologue about me descending into insanity over my love for math!

But this fuckin' test!

It just- wow.

I'm sorry. I'm still kinda worked up about it.

I'm not writing about it in a very unbiased lens.

(I don't need to. I'm not claiming to preach universal truth in this post.)

…

Again.

I suppose I want to emphasize that precalculus and later "college algebra" classes are kinda infuriating and not very fun.

There's fascinating fields like calculus, linear algebra, and abstract algebra beyond that rut.

…

But again. Math's not for everyone. So I suppose you can also hate all of it. I won't judge.

[askgothamshitty]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[swiftfootedachilles]

Hi! 47, 48 and 49 for the headcanon tag if you are still writing them please ty ily 🧡🖤

47. AU if they had a more normal childhood- How would they be in high school? (Would Ian be a jock? a cheerleader? would he be popular? Would Mickey enjoy studying? what's his favorite subject?) i don't think there's a universe where ian and mickey have normal childhoods and still come out the other end as ian and mickey. but if they had somewhat-stable childhoods? i think they would still be the goofy army kid and the drug dealer. mickey would barely make it to graduation and he would be a class behind, but he wouldnt drop out without even finishing freshman year like in canon. ian loves rotc but he doesnt have tunnel vision fkr joining the military, because hes not as desperate to get away and start a new life. maybe ian gets his math tutoring from mickey, and mickey studies for english tests with ian. i love aus where they are more than just secret fuckbuddies in high school. i need more of them holed up in ians room at dinnertime, passing cigs and joints, teaching each other about inverse trig functions and symbolism in the great gatsby. yeah a lot of things are still shit and they still make a lot of mistakes. yeah mickeys dad is still a piece of shit and ian barely makes it through senior year from the stress of his diagnosis. but it's better. and they are still ian and mickey. so it's all still worth it in the end

48. After awhile, do you think people got to Ian and Mickey for relationship advice? (Gallaghers / friends / franny ) i definitely think debbie tries to subtly hound mickey for info about sandy. what she's doing, where she's at, who she's hanging out with. at first mickey tells her to ask sandy her fucking self, but he realizes 1. he has to be nicer to the only free welder he knows 2. nothing he does to deflect the questions actually makes debbie leave him alone. so he answers her curtly and holds in his annoyance for debbie's obsession with his cousin. eventually he actually tells her something worth listening to, and debbie takes the hint and tries a new tactic for approaching sandy (debbie hasn't been able to get her out of her head and she needs closure or she's gonna combust)

i think lip and tami also sometimes try to drag gallavich into their fights. "you know what it's like living together in a small space, tell her im right." "you've made your relationship work for a while, why dont you give him some advice on how to do the same thing." ian tries to stay out of it because hes very biased toward lip, but mickey honestly dgaf about lip and tami's relationship so he tells them they're both equally and dumb and annoying and they better find someone else to talk to about all this relationship shit before he rigs their duplex with c-4s

49. Gallaghers post canon: Does Lip go back to school/ gets a profession? Do all of them talk to Fiona? What happened with Debbie and Heidi/ Sandy? Franny? Does Carl open the cop bar/ stays a cop? Does Liam live with Lip and Tami? How does he deal with Franks death? okok i have many thoughts about post-s11. i will be as succinct as possible as to not write a 10 page essay about my fanon theories. if y'all want that you'll have to pay me to go on a podcast or smth.

i don't think lip goes back to school, at least not in the near future. maybe further down the line, but for now he's in the mechanic and refurbishing business. which honestly he can make a hell of a lot of money doing so i see no reason why he would feel the need to go back to school and burn himself out and be in debt all over again.

the siblings keep in contact with fiona. i like to imagine she eventually moves much closer to chicago like fort wayne or springfield. somewhere that makes long weekend visits possible. they definitely facetime and are on good terms. if she moves closer i can see liam possibly moving to live with her? or at least stay with her during summer break

fuck heidi i really dgaf about her. i hope debbie and sandy can at least make up and be cordial with each other. i think they are very off-and-on for a looong time. toxic situationship that neither can seem to get away from. they both got shit they gotta figure out if they ever wanna be girlfriends again. sandy throwing debbies trauma in her face was FUCKT UP. and what the hell was with her secret son?? that plot was weird as hell😭

carl dont need to be a cop so yeah i will make him a bartender instead. fuck the cop bar thing, but they can have, like...a cop night or something. like tuesdays and thursdays during happy hour they get a discount or smth. but i REFUSE to turn it entirely into a cop bar. carl lives in the apartment above it

ummm okay so first and foremost lip is NOT selling that house idc what anyone says I AM NOT LETTING HIM DO THAT. DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD THE HOUSING MARKET GOT IN 2021? FUCK OFF. he and tami are either gonna have to suck it the fuck up and live in the gallagher house (ITS A FREE FUCKING HOUSE!!!!) with liam and probably also debbie and franny at least for a little while longer, or lip has to stop being an idiot and live in one of the MANY FREE HOUSING OPTIONS TAMIS FAMILY GAVE THEM. DONT piss me off phillip. with carl, ian, and mickey out of the house i don't see why they can't live there for at least a couple years. debbie can take her time finding an apartment while still living there, liam can have some semblance of normalcy in his life without having to move schools, the older sibs can get their own room (lip and tami, debbie, liam, franny and fred), if they can't make it work then they can't make ANYTHING work. it's literally half as crowded. and i think liam takes franks passing really hard, but i like to think everyone is much more supportive of him than ian was toward mickey when terry died. liam, carl, and mickey can have a heart-to-heart about their complex relationships with their dads. i dont think fiona comes up for the funeral - she probably goes on a bender in miami lbr. but i imagine liam has a decent enough support system that he won't be traumatized by franks deathl