#“jayce would never scream at Viktor-” you clearly have never been high on self-dissapointment and desperation

[starrycassi]

I haven't slept. Not even a power nap. I'm still at half the workload and I'm supposed to be in class in three hours. My body is definitely shutting down and the amount of caffeine I'm using as a crutch is definitely going to come back to me when I'm 30 and trying to help my old mother into the bathroom.

And I sweat to the great heavens above that as soon as I'm done with this I'm academically torturing jayvik. Forget about being the left hand of the chembaron or being happy travelling dimensions these fools are gonna have THREE FINALS the same fucking day and the topics are gonna be so similar to one another that they will genuinely get confused in between one thing an the other. Idk about their geniuses no one can deal with that mean old professor who's wife left for a very clear reason. They want to fuck a bit and go for ice cream but the punnet square is staring them down. Viktor tells Jayce that he is a stupid, useless moron while cradling his head and kissing his forehead because he got dizzy after trying to move too fast when his body is running on energy drinks and a cheap cold pizza. Jayce screams at Viktor like he's never done before in the time they've been working together and Viktor just stares at him in silence. Then he goes "So is number seven four thousand or not? Sorry. Was zoned out. Did you say something?". He does it again like half an hour later and Viktor screams back in such a vulgar way that Heimerdinger would have a heart attack. They look at each other and laugh. Then they're sobbing. Jayce is sobbing more than Viktor. Jayce starts Actually Praying To God at some point (every latinoamerican student's last resource. Jayce is latino fight me on this (don't do that (you will lose))) Viktor starts trying to guess if Singed would still offer him a job because there is No Fucking Way his scholarship is surviving this. Like yeah he believes in himself but there's a fine line between confidence and delusion and he can feel it breaking every second that passes. Jayce tells him that He Should Be Positive while texting his mom to tell her that she might need to get the forge up and running again because they're definitely kicking him out after this.

"Mamá, my GPA is looking worse than Viktor's legs" "Jayce Sebastián Talis, do not say that-" "Miss Talis. Miss Talis. He is right. Worse than mi lungs, even. Do you think I can get a job in the forge, too?" "Oh, cariño, no! Jayce will work and you can keep me company" "I'M YOUR SON??" "Yes. And Viktor is a sweet young man. The forge will be always in need of help, Jayce." "Thank you Miss Talis" "VIKTOR, YOU FUCKING TRAIT-"

They start trying to rationalize with one another who should try to fuck which professor based on the possible success rates. They're both about to experience that kind of stomach ache that comes after drinking only coffee for like half a day. Jayce is getting nauseous. There's writing on the walls. They try to kiss each other but end up headbutting and screaming at the other for being "an uncoordinated dog!" and "not only fucked in the leg, but in the eyes too!" And then make out over their chem notes.

They pass with A's and tell all their classmates that No, they were Not studying. They Just Are That Smart thankyouverymuch. Eye bags? Ah, well, Jayce and I engage in this thing called penetrative sex-

Have an álgebra examen tomorrow and I'm currently trying to manifest Viktor into my room so he can help me with this shit. Realistically this man would just hit me over the head because he would def get stressed out with me not understanding until I would eventually break down crying and he would just stand there waiting for me to get over it but I would cry even more because I want him to comfort me. This would end up in him leaving to avoid the impulse of breaking my head open with his cane.

I think Jayce, on the other hand, would just get down to business immediately and sucker punch me in the face after I ask him for the third time the difference between a conditional and identity linear equation. Either that or he gets so stressed out that he just starts crying too going "how come you are so bad at this?" And he's not even trying to be hurtful he's just genuinely appalled by my stupidity

AND BEFORE ANY OF Y'ALL COME "oh I bet you're actually good-" I got a 20/100 in my third parcial. Math hates me. My ECOMP2 teacher told me that I was born to be a writer. The guy (he's 30 something and reference tt regularly on lectures I'm not calling him sir) that teaches me exppsych102 called me one of the most revolutionary minds in the school (this is only because he's a fellow comrade. Also it because I am batshit insane and always end up handing in one or two extra pages in assignments) and I'm here sobbing over the square roots of 138. Like how is this relevant to my career. I KNOW IT'S GOOD FOR COGNITIVE ABILITIES BUT THERE ARE SOOOO MANY OTHER WAYS FOR ME TO DEVELOP THAT. LET ME THE FUCK OUT OF INTERMEDIATE ALGEBRA