#(to clarify the math is not the class im frustrated with(

[foxwithapen]

You know shit's dire when I'm praying to math work to save me

[ayzashl]

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack (i think)

Also um, im new to these so sorry for possible gramatical errors or typos (i dont double check bc I literally was bored doing this and just, decided to share it on tumblr lmao)

Disclaimer, I made this out of boredom because I was thinking about exams and stuff and was wondering about how my husbando would react about my situation, having placed on high ranks barely putting efforts towards studying lmao (Not rlly bragging im sorry if it came out as bragging :((, i jusy rlly be curious and hopefully I portrayed it like how I expected for him to react, sorry im new to writing bc I mainly draw🌚👉👈)

***

It was already sunset. The hues of yellow, orange and red envelops the dorms of U.A high school, its gradient tinting the windows of the students occupying the rooms shine bright, displaying its vibrant colors on the inside of each dorms facing the sunset.

You, who were sitting on your knees, switching positions time to time, searching for a particular pose to get comfortable while drawing on your boyfriend's kotatsu in his dorm, door leading into the balcony open, making the cold breeze of late October allow itself to enter the room.

Autumn has already arrived, and that also means midterm exams. It had just finished today. After a almost whole month of preparing for the exams, and the 3 days of taking it, the students of 1-A was relieved and relaxing in their rooms as the days of hardhips were finally over, plus its a Friday so the students were scattered on each others dorms due to the upcoming weekend.

You were taking a sip of your juicebox, almost emptying it now out of frustration for having a hard time drawing a hand. In your opinion, the struggle was equal or actually a lot harder than your midterms. Art frustrates you a lot and your boyfriend wonders why you still do it, yet never really ask you since he can also tell you're really passionate about it than your other hobbies.

He was sitting on his futon, leaning againts the wall as he stare at your back figure, watching you scribble something on your sketchpad and aggressively erasing it afterwards, making the papers crumble into the direction on where you rub it, making you groan in annoyance even more.

As he observes your actions, a thought runs up his mind, asking himself the same particular questions over and over again.

"Why?"

He asks himself. Why were you putting most of your effort into this drawing? Why were you more irritated in this than the midterm exams?

"Just..... why?"

Shoto had noticed you since the start of your so-called-library-dates, although its mostly just you accompanying him to gather resources for the upcoming exams while you just scan your notes or draw, or read a completely different book whose topic is not related to your exams.

Its always been like that everyday, he never really saw you offer a lot of your energy in terms of studying, like most of the students does, as he noticed the library being almost full as soon as October started.

He saw you scan your notes time to time, yes. But full on concentration on studies? no, never seen you. The most of what he saw were you fixate immensely on your math notebook before exams started, and that was it.

The exams ended abruptly on the second day but there was extra curricular on the Hero's Course on the third day before their final grade were posted. And yes, both of you did well. After the announcement, Shoto (and you) were shocked to find out that you were in 6th place and he placed in 5th. You both exchanged congratulations, you mostly squealing out of joy to actually achieve this particular rank.

Shoto on the other hand was, doubting?. Of course he feels happy for you, but at the back of his mind, he was a little agitated. You both got the exam results at the end of the third day and to his surprise (and also yours, but internally) your scores were high, almost having the amount of same mistakes as him, except your math which you devastatingly, almost failed (lmao), which merely affected your overall result since your scores were high anyways.

Your boyfriend wasnt the type to get irritated over these things, heck yeah he feels ecstatic over your accomplishment, signal the kiss he gave you on your forehead plus the soft look he gave you with a slight smile displayed on his face. But there was a faint thought of doubt running through the back of his head, how did you get such results when you were barely even studying? There was no way you would cheat right? He didnt want to accept it, he didnt want to doubt you, but it was the one of the highest possibilities that was mostly that likely happened, as he could think of right now.

He couldnt let go of this thought unless he confronts you about it right now, so he decided to ask you, waiting for a few moments, observing you, waiting for you to calm down a little from your work.

"Y/n...."

"Hmm?" you hum, not turning yout back at him, eyes and most of your attention fixated on the paper.

"How did you manage to get a high rank even though I barely saw you studying?" he finally asks, hoping you wont get offended by it, but this thought had been bothering him a little, and he wouldnt be satisfied until he gets his answer, as the stubborn man that he is.

"Are you doubting me?" you say in an offended tone, although you meant it sarcastically, turning your back, giving Shoto your full attention now as you crawl towards him, pencil dropping in the background as you make your way towards your boyfriend, offering him to lay down as you pat his futon. He complies so, already knowing you wanted to cuddle whenever you do that certain action.

You cuddle next to him, facing him as you give him a smile to reassure him that you werent offended by him back then. "Did you notice that in class, I always, almost bury my head on my notebook, writing on it almost 24/7 whenever lecture starts?" you ask him, as you start to fidget his hair on the sides which you and him really enjoy, making its way up to his bangs, and back and fort.

"You were.... writing?" Shoto asks, raising an eyebrow with the same stoic face who seemed not to show a lot of emotions, a little dumbfounded. "I thought you were doodling". You burst out in laughter from the small misunderstanding of your boyfriend.

"Of course I was. You see, whatever the teacher blurts about that sounds important to me, I write it down because, you know, its usually what appears in exams" you explain to him, closing your eyes time to time as if you were a philosopher, passionately explaining your beliefs, only with an added self-sense of humor. As he was on the other had was, fascinated.

I mean, who knew?

"Also just to clarify things, I do put some extra effort on, some of my studies"

"By some you mean just the science topic you reported you keep rereading everyday"

"......yes"

Shoto lighlty chuckles as he moves your head to his chest, placing an arm on your head, planting a kiss on your forehead, as a sign of affection like he always does. He feels a little guilty, assuming you were cheating but in the end, you were just and always has been the genius that you were. Heck if you actually put a lot of effort in your study, you might actually come out at the top in the class, but he's aware you have other things to focus and worry about as his eyes gaze at the table with a slightly crumpled juice box standing out.

"Were you mad?" you ask, out of curiousity. You had assumed he was maybe upset about the results because he gets a little too competitive or has the sentiment that he has to prove that he only isnt good with his powers, but in academics as well, considering his situation.

He lightly shook his head as he fully encloses you to his grasp, leg placed on your sides, locking you in as he settles his face on your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your lavender shampoo in which he always adores.

You on the other hand, was relieved now that the matter was somehow resolved? Putting those thoughts at the back of your head, your perception of relief was shortly replaced by a wave of worry as you lightly chuckle of uneasiness.

"Shoto?" you tap his sides, body tightly secured onto his. This was the one that made worry. His hands tightly clutching you, but not too much, leg on your sides, locking you in so that you wont get away easily, to him it made him feel happy, knowing that you werent going away and draw for a while. You've had situations like these already and all you ever do is give up and shower him with affection, already knowing he was slightly, probably getting a little touch starved, craving for your attention and affection. But in your situation right now, it was, unpleasant, so to say.

Not after you just finished your juicebox.

-Disclaimer, uh, I made this from

He hums in response, head tilted a little more into your head's direction. He was sure you would have given up already, knowing that he will never let you go.

"I need to pee"

"..."

"Shoto..."

"........"

"Sho"

"All I can say is good luck getting out"

"......"

"Noooooooohohohoooo!!!" you exclaim, with a sarcastic crying in your tone. This was gonna be one hell of a struggle.

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Im bad at explaining things, hope you did enjoy reading this as much as I did though :))

[coconut-cluster]

Im so ready to hear about this new project Lexi! Give us the deets!!

@piro-shki​ YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL AND ALSO IM SO SORRY FOR THE WHIRLWIND MESS OF AN AU YOU’RE ABOUT TO HEAR

Okay im literally just gonna transcribe my notes, which @romanticsanders​ got the… lets go with a nice sarcastic pleasure of viewing at the peak of my writer’s adrenaline:

It’s a very dystopian AU, about what is essentially a juvenile detention center, situated firmly in the middle of an absolutely ancient Catholic church, called Burkhaust (dream-me gave me that name, and it apparently is a German and arguably Catholic name, so yay dream-me!)

It’s a “rehabilitation center” (yeah, right) for ‘troubled teens’, and it’s known as the best in the country

Teens are reported to the center by teachers or parents/guardians if they’re ‘troublemakers’, or endanger themselves/others; after a while, Burkhaust started raiding schools with a high number of troubled teens instead of waiting for reports for specific students.

Now, because that’s obviously problematic and didn’t make the parents of innocent children very happy, Burkhaust made a policy: if a student was falsely instated into the center, and if their parents pursued the case, they only had to stay for 3 weeks (the supposed minimum amount of time it took to process a kid’s record to check for qualifying misdemeanors)

If a student’s parents did not pursue the case, or their records came up with qualifying misdemeanors, they remained in the center until deemed “rehabilitated”

It’s a Catholic detention center (and I am not speaking for the entirety of Catholicism here) but those, at least in fics, tend to translate as abusive and highly regimented, and this one’s no exception - but there will also be mental health addressed in this one, so it will not be abuse for the angst alone and solved completely with love, because Lexi don’t play that game

It’s a school, essentially, with strict rules and schedules and “discipline” 

Roman Kensington-Affini is a sixteen year old, as is the average age for kids in the program, who was falsely instated into the center for unknown reasons. His best-friend-surrogate-brother-Remy’s mom, who is technically his legal guardian (and who is extremely neurotic and helicopter-mom-ish, but more on that later) pursues the case, and Roman is set to be released in 3 long, frustrating weeks

Patton Rescorla was in math class when a raid occurred at his K-12 school (to clarify, although I’m sure most people know, K-12 just means the school includes kids from Kindergarten all the way to 12th graders); he has no misdemeanors on his record, but he’s caught trying to hide a younger kid in a closet as a guard kicks the door down. He’s apprehended, but the younger kid, his cousin Missy, is let off unscathed.

Virgil Connolly was reported by his father after Virgil punched him - what his father left out was that he swung first. His father gets the benefit of the doubt, and Virgil is apprehended and brought to the center.

Logan Berry is an enigma; he rarely speaks, but the others (who become his roommates as they accumulate in the center) eventually find out that he was reported by his mom when she suspected him to be gay. His father tried to pursue as a false instate case, but he’s not the legal guardian, and it accomplishes nothing. Logan remains at the center until further notice.

Remy Affini and Emile Picani are Roman’s best friends - Remy is hellbent on getting Ro out, and Emile is determined to expose the detrimental tactics used at Burkhaust.

When Remy’s mom finds out about Remy and Emile’s visits to the center late at night to talk to Roman at his dorm window, she locks Remy in his room, claiming the nuns at Burkhaust would release Roman when it was his time to be released; Em helps him escape, and they head to the center immediately with fire in their eyes.

THERE’S SOME MORE BUT ITS PLOT AND SPOILERS

This is totally a Prinxiety/Logicality/Remile(?) story with LOTSSSSS of angst

I’m gonna write it?? I guess? I want to! If you guys like it enough, I’ll try and get started on it soon!

Also, this is just in time for #SidesContentWeek!

[royalmokwamonster]

14/5/2019

Today people was legit testing me... I don’t need this BS on a Tuesday

I was yelled at by my gym teacher in the middle of a movie

Science right now is hard to understand so obviously I’m frustrated cuz the chick beside won’t stfu about her “bad” grade and I gotta stay after class to understand and clarify the concept and shit

....i showed up late at the rugby meeting to keep up with science and my coach/math teacher was PISSED LIKE IM SORRY NOT SORRY..... WANT ME TO PASS OR WHAT?!

The substitute teacher was an actual bitch cuz she made damn sure we worked and spoke french liKE FUCK OFF LADY

Math..... I’m over this shit. THE TEACHER KEEPS LOOKING AT ME WHEN SHES ALL “I’m always here if u need extra explanations” bITCH TURN YOUR HEAD IMA ASK MY FRIEND IF I NEED SOMETHING K..... my ass I forgot to write down Let X represent— FUCK OFFFFF

Rugby honestly.... this years rugby, I feel bad those who just started/joined their first time. It’s so unorganized. Our cardio is non existent. We’re apparently in offsa... wtf does that supposed to mean yknow. The “coaches” this year aren’t real og with rugby... like you guys make me feel like shit instead of feeling like a badass with improvement. Like sorry fam i forgot to remove my cleats in the hall– but– let’s be real wAS IT NECESSARY TO GOSSIP N TEXT HOW IM ‘LITTERING’ OooOoh nOoO— it’s dirt sweeties, y’all been there, y’all was my age at one point: there are janitors for a reason! LIKE IM SORRY YALL LIFES ARE LAME ASF YALL GOTTA GET TO THAT POINT U NEED TO GOSSIP BOUT PEOPLE 3 TIMES YOUNGER YO AGES damn. Also was that necessary to not sub any players during a game where our opponents have grade 9s playing..... we got 25+ bench warmers; in total only 4 subbed in wHEN THERES 6 MINUTES LEFT IN THE GAME WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK— I’m so over this season

The only good part in my life right now is science... and I don’t even understand science THATS A SIGN OF DEPRESSION GUYS