#but my point is now that i get better grades good one's a C is a massive disappointment for me đ
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my perception of grades totally changed since i started uni
#in school i just did the bare minimum a pass was fine and a 3 great#it's insane to think about it how little i did like for a lot of subjects not at all and if i did i'd study like 2 hrs the day before đ#and i thought this was studying hard or if i studied 3 hrs at least whaaat#well for some subjects i did a bit more#but like it is no comparrison#at uni i also did study the day before a few times but then i did an 8hr session#(i might just need to do that tmrw but the thing is the exam is one you can't study for so literary idk what i'd study so long for??)#(or how to study... it's translation but how tf do you study translation it's highly subjective and there are no practice exercises)#(i will probably just look at the notes)#but anyway for my last exam i spent 5 hrs in the library a day and i already started 2 weeks before (altough just in smaller bits)#but bumped it up exam week i did like 2-3hrs on average a day#even if i start too late like i did for one of the hardest test of my studies i only studied for 2 days but like all day or 10hrs sth a day#it by far exceeds the 2hrs lmao and even that was very little for this exam many studied 2 weeks but like i got a good grade so it's okay#but my point is now that i get better grades good one's a C is a massive disappointment for me đ
#unless it was a really difficult one then i'd take it but like it upsets me#a teacher once told me when i got a c on an exam quite a few failed that many would be happy to have that grade well true tbh but i can't#and once i almost cried because i got a C because i thought it was an easy course but it was an oral exam and i'm worse in these#(because in written i often remember the answer later in the exam and then go back but in oral i can't do that)#well that was embarrassingđ i'm trying to never do that again so if i get asked how i feel abt it say it's okay ig#but sometimes even a B is meh đ
especially if an A was possible and it was an easy course/exam#i want more A's less B's tbh B's also because i really want to go abroad and raise my grade average for that#i want to go from a B average to an A something average to improve my chances#but yeah younger me wouldn't believe this đ#i really want to study harder to make that step up to more A's than B's like uni does come quite easy to me#and while i study way more compared to others i still get away with less effort and good results but i could have excellent grades#on the one hand it's good that i improved so much on the other those expectations might not be because i'm almost never satisfied anymore đ
#and i know it's kind of really unimportant because there are real problems and also many uni students struggle to pass their classes#it's maybe even a bit disrespectful because they'd be happy to have these grades and i should be more grateful#but i swear i don't look down on anyone with worse grades i know how difficult it can be and also how outside factors play a role#some have it more difficult some have to work a lot next to uni or really suffer from mental illness besides no one's brain is the same
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đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: a long read btw, arguing, impact play, academic rivals, slow burn, rough sex, hate sex, language, p in v, make out sesh, unprotected sex, annoying Miguel, reader has some anger issues on the low, breath play, teasing, sexual tension, semi-mean dom, after care
ăťPart two! Part Three!
âWHAT?â You yelled, both your professor and Miguel looking at you in shock after your professor asked you for a one on one with the both of you.
You could scoff at the way Miguelâs lips curled up into a satisfied smile âWell you and Miguel are my best students, so it would only make sense for the both of you to do a presentation together. I can only imagine the things the both of you will come up with!â Your annoyingly sweet professor clapped.
â wouldnât it be better if both of us did our own? We coul-â You tried to negotiate âAh ah! I said group project! Now Miguel, do you have anything to say about this? Any complaints like this one over here?â
You sighed as Miguel spoke âNope, Iâd be happy to work with someone in the same range as meâ he cockily spoke âVery funny, now since weâve got this all sorted, go and talkâ she smiled, shooing you and Miguel out of the classroom.
You scoffed as you pushed past Miguel âAww come on sweetheart, you hate me that much?â He cooed following close behind you.
âShut itâ you huffed. Getting paired with Miguel was possibly the worst thing to happen since your high school prom. Miguel was the bane of your existence since the first year of college.
Of course, his good looks and brains were attractive but sooner or later you realized he was going to be a pain in your ass for the next few months of class. You met him in your first biology class, everything was going well until the first exam of the class.
Your professor said the class average was low Bâs and high Câs but out of the whole class, two people got perfect scores. Could you guess who the two were?
You and Miguel.
Both of you looked at each other from across the class with the same look in your eyes saying âSomeone beat me?â. Of course, you both got the same 100% grade but both of you were so used to being the only one on top of the class that this was more than just a score. But your egos.
You both were fully aware to not be in each other's way, only seeing each other when studying at the same place or in class. All was going well for the next 2 exams, but the 3rd one came and you couldnât believe it.
You got a 98% and Miguel has a perfect 100%. You could see him smile at the results and you hated the professor right now. Why the hell would he show the class? Itâs embarrassing, to say the least.
Miguel gave you a wink as you looked his way ever so slightly. Bursting out of the class, you could feel him behind you â2 points downâ he chuckled. You wish you wouldâve punched him.
And ever since then, heâs made it his life mission to ruin your day. You never got anything other than 100% again, you busted your ass studying just so he couldnât rub it in.
âIâll make sure you canât get us two points downâ Miguel hummed as he kept up at your pace. You could feel your blood boiling, god heâs such an asshole. âIâll email you if I need helpâ you scoffed.
âCan I get your number? I wonât get the email since my inbox is always spammingâ Miguel lied with a smile âfineâ you muttered out your number and walked off before he could stop you.
âReal classy, I wasnât done talkingâ popped up on your screen âWell I amâ you messaged back. You were well aware it was Miguel and you didnât need him to piss you off more than usual.
The second you stepped into your apartment you let out a relieved sigh. Oh, how you missed this place in these insufferable hours. You put on some comfy panties and an oversized hoodie.
You were laid in your living room, soft carpet under you as you finished up some of the slides for your presentation. The knock at your door was the last thing you needed, you groaned in agony as you hated the thought of getting up from your warm spot.
The knocking grew and so did your patienceâs âIM COMING!â You yelled. You pulled the door open and lo and behold, Miguel. âFor fuck sake manâ you whined.
âGlad to see you too!â He smiled as he pushed past you with books in hand. Miguel was born with the talent of hiding his emotions, that talent was most useful here.
He took a deep breath as you opened the door. Your pretty thighs glowing under the baggy hoodie, hair a slight mess and the satisfying look of anger on your face couldâve made him harm.
âExcuse youâ you hissed.
He plotted down next to your things and got straight to work. You stood in shock, did he just walk in like this was his house? âWell go ahead and get comfortableâ you mocked as you slammed the door in annoyance.
âI amâ he sighed as he stretched and leaned onto your couch.
The both of you bickered and sneered at each other the whole time you both worked but even then, the quality was always top-notch.
He didnât like the way you formatted the information and you didnât like how he took up a whole slide for a few sentences but both of you compromised. After a few hours, things were less tense, and both of you got used to each other.
âSo what do you plan on doing with your major?â You asked, legs crossed and some candy in your mouth as you questioned him âBiochemistâ he nodded âItâs always been a passion of mineâ
âYou sure do have the brains for itâ you chuckled. âYou donât with the 98%â he teased. You rolled your eyes, your mood now soured as you remembered his shenanigans.
âDonât startâ you scoff as you get up to get some drinks âHey hey Iâm jokingâ he laughs, his hand stopping you from leaving as he holds your wrist âI know Sherlock, Iâm going to get some drinks for usâ you mutter with a raised eyebrow.
âYeah,â he laughed awkwardly, his eyes watching as you grabbed two glasses of water. âSo what about you?â Miguel asked âWhat are you doing with a chemistry majorâ
âProbably chemical engineering, Iâm not sure yetâ You shrugged as you handed him the cup. He nodded and watched you sit next to him. Miguel scooted a little closer making you stiffen, sure he was a pain in the ass but heâs sadly one of the most gorgeous guys youâve seen.
You tried to ignore your thoughts each time heâd stretch and groan, his moans making you think about how heâd sound if it were from pleasure. Heâd be vocal you thought.
âLetâs watch something on the TVâ you awkwardly smiled as you grabbed the remote and turned on your TV, you laid on your stomach, forgetting you only had panties and a hoodie.
Miguelâs eyes watched you kick your feet up, your glowy legs looking perfect as you looked through whatever you were putting on.
He noticed the pink panties you had on, his tongue instinctively licking his bottom lip as he thought about how good youâd look on top of him. He can imagine it, tits in his face and pussy sleeving his cock as he fucked you full.
He was going to give himself a boner if he kept it up. He focused his eyes on the screen and sighed in relief as you sat back up. You put on your favorite show and sat next to Miguel âWeâre almost done with the assignment which is good, how about a few more minutes of break and we get back to work?â You smiled. âSureâ
You felt his hand move behind you, his arm resting above the couch as he let out yet again another âstretchâ while his eyes looked at you through his peripheral, you chuckled. How cliche.
You smiled as you decided to make your cliche move. It was obvious there was tension between you two, whether that be anger or sexual, it didnât matter. âLet me get more gummiesâ you hummed as you turned to the table beside you and arched your back slightly, an audible moan coming from behind you as your ass was on perfect display.
You sat back beside him, gummies in hand and an innocent look on your face as you offered him some. He scoffed, shaking his head and looking back at the TV. Your eyes widened as you noticed the thick bulge straining against his pants.
âEyes upâ Miguel cockily cooed as he watched your eyes closely. âI- I wasnât-âYou made a pathetic attempt to save yourself but he cut you off âUh huh uh huh, I knowâ he mocked.
He smiled down at you with accomplishment, he finally made you shut up for once. âNot going to give me a snarky comeback?â He cooed. âShut up already God, stop itâ you hissed, your eyes rolling as you moved away from him.
âNo noâ Miguelâs voice made you shiver as his hand held your thigh âIâm playingâ he pouted as he glared down at you. You could punch him right but instead, you did something you thought youâd never do.
You pushed him on the couch and slammed your lips on his. Miguelâs hands immediately wrapped around your waist, a loud moan spilling into your mouth as he finally tasted you.
It seemed like Miguel was waiting for you to do this, his hands ran up your thighs hungrily before he flipped you onto your back. You gasped as he spread your legs around his waist.
His behemoth of a body spread your legs wide as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers into his hair as both of you hungrily kissed each other.
The kisses were messy and rough, teeth nipping at skin and tongues lapping at each other like two animals in heat. None of you even said a word, just heavy breaths, moans, and pure lust.
Suddenly Miguel pulled back from your lips, his eyes glaring into yours as he hovered above you. You could feel yourself getting ready for some snarky comment as you watched his lips curve into a smile.
âYou kissed me firstâ
You groaned as you pushed him off, his hands still on your hips as he flipped you back onto his lap âhey Iâm not complaining, Itâs just funny since I piss you of so muchâ he sighed. His palm moved up to your jaw, face brushing against his hand as you took in his warmth.
He watched you lean into his palm like a cat, his body heating up as he realized how small you look in his lap. Your thighs small compared to his but still plump and pretty.
âCan I kiss you againâ you shyly asked slightly afraid that heâs reject. âYou donât have to ask me, just do itâ Miguel hummed as he pulled you into a kiss.
The kisses were now more sensual and soft, both of you now grinding into each other. His hand curled onto the back of your neck; the other palm pinned behind your spine.
You were glued onto his chest as Miguelâs warmth filled your senses. Youâve never been so warm in your life, the feeling making you tingly as he held you as close as possible. It felt like nothing in the world could hurt you, you felt safe.
âPleaseâ you whispered onto his lips. He tried to not make you mad but he loved seeing you angry âPlease what?â He taunts, his lips hovering over your jaw and neck but never touching you.
âMig donât teaseâ you whined as you hit his chest lightly âIâm not, I just donât know what youâre saying please forâ his arms clinging around your waist as he takes in your sweet scent.
You decided to play your games âI want you inside me mig, want to show you how much I need youâ you cooed, your hand running down his abdomen and stopping just above his bulge. His breath hitched at your words, he didnât know if you were fucking with him or not.
âOh yeah?â Miguel watched you with focused eyes, his hands running up the sides of your thighs and squeezing your ass âYou want me to fuck some manners into you? That loud fucking mouth of yours is always pissing me offâ he cooed.
Loud fucking mouth? Your hand went up to smack his face in anger but he caught your wrist before you could âDonât even try it muĂąeca.â He sternly said âYou wonât like what comes with thatâ
You angrily kissed him as he pressed you flush against his aching cock, his hands pull the baggy hoodie off your body leaving you in your matching panties and bra.
âFuckâ he whispered, hands on your waist as he took in the view heâs been dreaming of since the day he met you. The amount of times heâd imagine fucking your mouth until you shut up was concerning.
You pulled his shirt off in need, throwing it behind you as you ran your hands up his thick muscular chest. He hummed at your soft hands running up his skin.
âSit up for me?â He mumbled against your skin as he kicked off his sweats. He smiled at how obediently you did as he said âYou look prettier when you do as I sayâ Miguel mocked.
You could care less about his words as his calloused hands pulled your panties off in need âJust shut up and fuck meâ you panted. Miguel smiled as he felt your lips pepper all over his jaw and onto his lips, he could see you were just as eager for him as he was for you.
âBegâ he blurted. You ignored him as you rubbed his cock between your folds, both of you letting out moans as you felt each other's warmth. Miguel seethed, arms pinning you up to his chest âListenâ
You hated that you got turned on by the fact that he now had you restricted with just one hand as the other held your jaw up âyou want the guy you despise to fuck you? You tell me you hate me every time you see me but look so eager to fuck meâ
You were tired of his teasing, you let out a desperate whine, you could see his cock spring up and his tip leaking precum. But like always, Miguel likes to rile you up.
âBegâ he repeated. âPlease mig please, just stop teasing okâ you cried. âAll you needed to listen to was this?â He purred, hands moving onto your hips as he thrusts into you.
Miguel let out a gruntled moan as he felt your warm wet walls hug him tight, his head falling back onto the couch as he finally felt your pussy squeeze him.
He watched your eyes squeeze shut while you let out the prettiest moans âf- fuck!â You cried, the stretch making you clench even tighter around him as he held you down to his lap.
His cock was fully buried inside you in one go, heâs the biggest youâve had in every way. It was overwhelming feeling how full you were, you could feel his curves and the tip of his cock nudging at your cervix.
âBreath chula, r- relaxâ he sighed. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you nodded, you took a deep breath allowing you to make it easier for him to move. âThatâs itâ he hummed onto your shoulder.
It only took Miguel a few seconds for him to start fucking you onto his lap, your body shaping into his hands, allowing him to use your pussy like a flesh light.
âO- Mig mi-â you whined out, you couldnât explain what you were feeling. Your whole body was tingling in pleasure as he rammed into you with pure force. Maybe you did piss him off a lot.
âWhat? You c- canât take it? Such a big fucking mouth but canât take my dick?â He seethed. You let out a pathetic whine at his words, your mind completely fogged in pleasure as you took all of him.
Miguelâs eyes couldnât leave your pussy, his eyebrows scrunched and his mouth agar as he watched your pussy struggling to take his size. He hissed as you pushed him onto the couch, using his shoulders for support as you bounced onto his lap.
Your pretty moans filled his ears as you took control. Miguel let you take control for a bit, he loved watching how eager you rode him. Your body bounces on his lap, wet sounds of skin slapping echoing into the room.
âMaking such a fucking messâ he huffed with a smile on his face, although he was loving this, he wanted to see you completely vulnerable. He thought maybe he was a little sick for wanting to see someone who hated him so much completely ruined under him but he loved it.
You gasped as Miguel lifted you onto the ground, your back hit the soft carpet under you as he stayed buried inside you. âGotta fuck that stupid little attitude out honey, always disrespecting me. Youâre the only one who tries to push my buttons. I love itâ he cooed.
Miguelâs calloused hands bend your legs to the side, giving him full access to your tight cunt. âGo- god shi- fuck!â Miguel panted, he was a complete fucking mess.
Sure Miguelâs fucked a few people in his life, but he had no idea if it was just the thought of fucking the life out of you or how perfect your body was for him. He convinced himself it was both.
You clawed and scratched at his chest, your eyes full of tears as he brutally pounded into your âm- Mig I-âYou were even more fucked out than him. How couldnât you?
You had no clue where he got his stamina from, it felt like heâd been fucking you for hours. âCanât believe you tried to slap me, should I return the favor?â Miguel hissed.
You nodded to his surprise âPleaseâ you whined. âYou want me to hit you?â He was surprised by your plead. He knew youâd be a freak in the sheets but you were always so aggressive with him that he expected you to hit him for even suggesting it.
âYouâre always a pain in my ass but you just want to be taken care of huh?⌠What? You need me to pound your pretty pussy out for you to treat me with some respect?â
You nodded eagerly, if you were being honest you couldnât even take in his words. Your pussy clenched and throbbed around his fat cock in agony but you were taken by surprise when a slap landed on your face âUse your wordsâ he hissed.
Almost immediately you cried âYes yes! Miguel please I nee- need it, f- fuck ah!â
Miguel chuckled, his hips angled a bit higher which allowed him to hit the perfect stop. His hand flew around your throat, his hips pounding you onto the floor as he let out animalistic moans.
âM- Mig- ah fff- fuckk!â You cried. The restriction of your breathing mixed with his rough pounds caused orgasm hit you hard as your pussy throbbed around him, the tip of his cock nudging at your sweet spot continuously.ďżź
Miguelâs eyes rolled back as he felt your nails claw at his arms, your small hand wrapped around his wrist as he fucked you balls deep. His cock plunged into your messy cunt as his balls slapped onto you. âThatâs I- thatâs-â he hissed.
He thought about pulling out for both of your sakes but heâd rather just buy you a plan B. âC- can I- inside?â He seethed his eyes burning into yours as you bounced to his thrusts.
You couldnât get a word out but your legs wrapping around his waist and your nails digging into his back to pull him closer gave him the answer. His lips crashed onto yours as he spilled inside you, his moans spilling into your mouth as his fingers dug into your hips.
Heâs never had an orgasm that hard, he was sweating and out of breath as he stilled inside you. The both of you cling onto each other in fear of either of you leaving but that was on the last of your minds.
Miguel lay beside you, his arms pulling you into his as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead. âWas I too rough?â He questioned with concern as he now fully took in how fucked out you looked. âNo, it was perfectâ you weakly muttered as you nuzzled into his chest.
Miguel sighed in relief as your sweaty body was pinned into his. âWhereâs your bedroom?â He hummed as he began to lift you into his arms âleftâ you sighed as he carried you into your bedroom.
âLet me clean us up and then we can rest yeah? Unless you want me to leav-â
You cut him off before he couldnât finish âDonât leave. Please?.â You hummed a bit worried you sounded a little pathetic.
âWasnât planning on it loveâ
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Did your school also have that awful baby project where you have to partner up with another student and be âparentsâ for like a fake robot baby? The one that has sensors in it and it cries in the middle of the night and you have to feed it and carry it around for like two weeks.
I'm imagining if MC and C had to pair up for that project in school. It's a funny mental image of two kids arguing over a fake baby like they're 40 year old divorcees.
Obviously they both want a good grade but they literally won't stop arguing over every stupid thing about the fake baby.
A whole lot of: âYou're holding it the wrong way.â âNo, YOU'RE holding it the wrong way.â âWhy did you have to dress it up in THAT outfit. It looks hideous.â âI thought it was cute! What, are you not happy unless it's wearing formal three piece suit, get over yourself.â âYou're supposed to look after it tonight.â âI told you that I'm too busy with practice after school.â âWell that's too bad, we both agreed that Friday is YOUR night to look after the baby. I'll get it back on the weekend.â âBut I can't take the baby with me to football practice! Why are you so inconsiderate?" "Great, look it's crying now. That's gotta be your fault.â
Teacher would immediately be so done with them and ready to take off points for âinflicting psychic damage on the baby by means of hostile environmentâ or some bs đ
it was supposed to be a simple projectâa rite of passage, really. every student had to go through it: the dreaded baby project. the one where you and a partner were tasked with taking care of a robot baby for two weeks, complete with cries in the middle of the night, diapers that needed changing, and a never-ending checklist of parental responsibilities. it was meant to teach you about responsibility, commitment, and empathy, or whatever nonsense the school administration tried to sell it as.
you, on the other hand, had different thoughts. especially when you found out that your partner for this cursed experiment was none other than C Lacroix.
the moment the teacher had paired you two together, you both shot each other the same look of mutual horror. of all the people in your class, of all the potential partners, you were stuck with each other. it was like fate had a sick sense of humor. C, the person who couldnât go a day without making some snide remark about you, was now supposed to co-parent a fake baby with you? for two whole weeks? this was going to be a nightmare.
âwhy do we even have to do this?â C muttered under their breath, running a hand through their hair as they eyed the little plastic baby lying in the crib in front of you. âmaking this project mandatory is ridiculous.â
âyou think iâm happy about this?â you shot back, already feeling the tension between you two rising. âyouâre not exactly my dream partner either.â
the teacher, mrs. wentworth, stood at the front of the class, giving out instructions as though this were the most serious, real-world task youâd ever face in high school. you had to pick up the baby, name it, dress it, and take care of it as if it were real. the sensors inside the baby would track how well you handled it, including how quickly you responded to its cries, how gently you held it, and whether or not you remembered to change its clothes and diapers.
C crossed their arms, glancing at the little bundle of plastic with thinly veiled disgust. âhow are we supposed to pass this if itâs literally rigged to cry at random hours?â
you didnât bother hiding your frustration as you leaned in closer, keeping your voice low. âwell, maybe if you actually try instead of complaining all the time, we could figure it out. just a thought.â
they shot you a glare. âoh, so now youâre an expert on fake babies?â
âbetter than you, at least,â you muttered, folding your arms over your chest.
the two of you stood there in a silent, seething stalemate for a moment, both unwilling to be the first to back down. then mrs. wentworth walked over with an expectant smile, handing you the baby and the care guide that went with it.
âdonât forget,â she said, her voice overly chipper, âthis baby is your responsibility. think of it like itâs a real, living child.â
C muttered something under their breath that sounded a lot like kill me now but managed a tight-lipped smile as mrs. wentworth walked away.
and so the nightmare began.
***
the first night was a disaster. the babyâwhom you both begrudgingly decided to name âcharlie,â after a half-hour debate that nearly escalated into a full-on shouting matchâbegan crying at exactly 2:14 a.m. you were supposed to take care of it that night, but when the piercing wails filled the room, you groaned and instinctively checked your phone. two missed calls from C. the stupid app linked to the baby mustâve been ringing off for them.
âare you kidding me?â you muttered, rolling out of bed and grabbing your phone.
when you called them back, their voice was groggy and clearly annoyed. âwhy is the baby crying?â
âgee, i donât know, lacroix, maybe because itâs a robot baby that cries for no reason? itâs literally designed to do this.â
âi thought you were supposed to be taking care of it tonight,â they shot back.
âi am, but itâs justâ canât you hear it over the phone?â you snapped. âitâs like itâs possessed. iâve tried everything, but itâs not stopping.â
you heard a sigh on the other end, and then a rustling noise. âfine. iâll come over.â
within fifteen minutes, C was standing in your doorway, wearing a dark green hoodie and gray sweatpants, looking very much like they regretted every life decision that had led them to this moment. they made a beeline for the fake baby, picking it up awkwardly, their movements stiff and unsure.
âyouâre holding it the wrong way,â you said immediately, wincing as the baby wailed louder.
they glared at you. âno, iâm not.â
âyes, you are. you have to support its head.â
âi am supporting its head,â they growled through gritted teeth. âthis thingâs just broken or something.â
you crossed your arms, trying not to lose your patience entirely. âgreat, so weâre already terrible parents and itâs only day one.â
C shot you a look of half-exasperation and half-amusement. âwell, itâs not like weâre competing for âparents of the year,â are we?â
âoh, trust me, weâre not even good enough to be in the running.â
***
by the end of week one, things had escalated.
âi canât believe you dressed it in that,â you said, eyeing the babyâs outfit with utter disdain. it was a simple onesie, with little ducks printed all over it, but to you, it was the equivalent of committing some kind of fashion crime.
âwhatâs wrong with it?â C snapped, not in the mood for another one of your critiques.
âit looks ridiculous. you couldnât have picked something more⌠i donât know, neutral?â
âneutral?â C scoffed, narrowing their eyes at you. âwhat, were you expecting it to wear a three-piece suit? maybe a little tie and cufflinks? itâll end up looking like a mini version of your dad.â
âat least it wouldnât look like a clown.â
C threw their hands up in frustration. âoh my god, itâs a baby. itâs supposed to look cute.â
âthat isnât cute.â
âi thought it was cute!â
âwell, itâs not. and now we look like idiots.â
âwe?â C let out a sarcastic laugh. âlast time i checked, i dressed it while you were too busy pretending to care.â
âi care!â you protested, your voice rising.
âreally? because you didnât seem to care last night when i was the one who had to stay up until 4 a.m.â
you crossed your arms, glaring at C. âi told you i had practice. we agreed that iâd take care of it over the weekend.â
âyeah, well, the baby didnât get the memo.â C turned to grab the diaper bag, slinging it over their shoulder. âitâs your turn tonight, by the way. donât be a deadbeat this time.â
âi canât take it with me to hockey,â you said, your voice flat.
âthen figure something out,â C snapped. âi have chess club to attend as well.â
you groaned, rubbing your temples in frustration. âthis is impossible.â
âyouâre telling me.â
***
come tuesday morning, you were a zombie. dark circles under your eyes, your body aching from both the lack of sleep and the lingering soreness from practice. when you met up with C in the hallway before class, you didnât bother hiding your exhaustion.
ârough night?â they asked, though there was a smirk playing at the corners of their mouth.
âi hope you choke on your chess pieces,â you muttered, glaring at them.
they raised an eyebrow. âsuch hostility. itâs not good for our charlie, you know.â
âcharlieâs fine. iâm the one whoâs falling apart.â
âwell, youâre supposed to be a co-parent,â they said, their tone teasing but with an edge of seriousness. âmaybe if you actually triedâŚâ
âoh, donât you dare lecture me about trying,â you snapped. âyouâre the one who left me with the baby for three whole days.â
âyouâre the one who wanted the weekend slot.â
âit was monday yesterday!â
C opened their mouth to argue, but mrs. wentworth appeared before either of you could get another word in.
âhowâs it going with little charlie?â she asked with a smile that was far too cheery for how sleep-deprived you felt.
âgreat,â C said immediately, flashing a charming smile that was only reserved for faculty members.
you shot them a look that could kill. ââgreat?â really?â
mrs. wentworth raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension. âis there something you want to add?â
you crossed your arms, biting your tongue. the last thing you needed was a lecture on communication from your teacher. âno, itâs fine. weâre doing⌠great, yes.â
âfantastic,â she said with a smile. âjust remember, itâs important to create a healthy, loving environment for your child.â
as soon as she walked away, you turned to C. âloving environment? you couldnât even be bothered to show up last night.â
they shrugged, unbothered. âi had chess club after school.â
you let out a frustrated sigh, shaking your head. âi canât wait for this project to be over.â
***
the arguing reached a fever pitch by the middle of the second week. it seemed like every little thing about the baby was grounds for debate.
âyouâre not holding it right,â C said, standing over you as you tried to rock the baby to sleep.
you sighed out in irritation. âoh my god, can you just back off for once?â
âiâm serious, youâre supposed to hold it like this,â they insisted, demonstrating with an exaggerated motion, as if they were some kind of baby-holding expert now.
âyou do realize itâs not even real, right? the sensors wonât know the difference.â
âthatâs not the point.â
you clenched your jaw, doing your best to ignore them as you continued rocking the baby. it was past midnight, and you were exhaustedâmore exhausted than youâd ever been in your life. who knew a robot baby could be this draining? C, on the other hand, seemed to be operating on a combination of stubbornness and sheer arrogance, unwilling to back down from any argument.
âwhy are you so obsessed with doing everything your way?â you muttered under your breath.
âiâm not obsessed, i just donât want us to fail.â
âoh, please, weâre not going to fail because of how i hold the stupid thing.â
âwell, itâs crying now, isnât it?â they shot back, crossing their arms.
you glared at them. âitâs crying because you wonât shut up.â
C huffed in frustration, running a hand through their hair. âfine. you know what? fine. you handle it. iâm done.â
âwhoâs the deadbeat now?â you snarked as they started storming off to the corner. they stopped in their tracks when they heard you and, with a barely suppressed groan, stomped back to you.
âback so soon?â you asked in faux surprise before thrusting the baby toward them. âyour turn.â
C rolled their eyes, grumbling under their breath as they resigned themself to doing the baby-holding now.
***
by the time the project finally came to an end, you and C were barely on speaking terms. the constant bickering, the sleepless nights, and the stress of trying to keep a fake baby âaliveâ had taken its toll. you were both exhaustedâmentally, physically, and emotionally.
when you handed charlie back to mrs. wentworth, you couldnât help but feel a wave of relief wash over you. it was finally over.
âwell,â mrs. wentworth said, eyeing the two of you with a bemused expression, âi hope this has been a⌠productive learning experience.â
âyeah,â you muttered, rubbing your temples. âsomething like that.â
she gave you both a tight smile. âiâll be docking points for the⌠tension between you two. i did remind you that itâs important to maintain a healthy environment for your child.â
you and C both opened your mouths to protest, but she held up a hand. âno need to argue. youâve both done enough of that already.â
as you walked out of the classroom, the weight of the past two weeks hung between you. it wasnât until you were halfway down the hallway that C turned to you, not meeting your eyes.
âall things consideredâŚâ they started, their voice low and reluctant, like they were pulling teeth just to get the words out, âyou werenât that bad of a partner.â
you blinked, turning your head sharply to look at them, unsure if you had heard them correctly. the very same person who had spent the last two weeks criticizing every little thing you did, was actually complimenting you?
âwait, what?â you said, your voice dripping with incredulity. âdid you just say something nice to me? are you feeling okay?â
C rolled their eyes, but there was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of their lips. âdonât get too excited. iâm just saying⌠you didnât completely screw it up.â
you couldnât help but let out a dry, sarcastic laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âwow, high praise coming from you. if this was a real baby, it would probably be dead by now with the way we handled things.â
C chuckled softly, the sound catching you off guard. it wasnât their usual arrogant laugh, the one that always made you want to punch them. this was differentâquieter, more genuine. they shrugged, their shoulders relaxed as they glanced at you.
âyeah, maybe. butâŚâ they hesitated for a second, their pale green eyes flickering to yours before quickly looking away. âi wouldnât have asked for another partner.â
the words hit you like a slow-motion realization, and for a moment, you couldnât quite process what they had just said. you stared at them, mouth slightly open, completely taken aback.
before you could ask what them meant, they were already walking off, their long strides taking them down the hallway.
âgood luck for your practice,â they tossed over their shoulder, their voice casual, as if they hadnât just dropped a bombshell on you.
you stood there, frozen in place, your mind racing to make sense of it. what did they mean by that? were they actually being sincere? and why did they say it like it wasnât a big deal?
the hallway felt suddenly quieter, the distant chatter of other students fading into the background as you tried to wrap your head around what just happened. your heart was pounding a little faster, and you felt an unfamiliar warmth creeping up your neck.
why the hell am i getting flustered over this? you thought, shaking your head as if that would clear the confusion.
you let out a slow breath, your mind replaying Câs words: i wouldnât have asked for another partner.
why did that make your heart skip a beat? this was Câthe same person who had criticized every little thing you did, the one who would normally rather die than give you a compliment. and yet, here you were, feeling oddly flattered and confused.
you were about to turn and head toward the gym lockers to get your hockey gears for practice when you realized your hands were still clenching the care guide from the project. you looked down at it, then back at the direction C had walked off in, their figure now disappearing around a corner.
a small, involuntarily giddy smile crept onto your face.
maybe they werenât that bad of a partner either.
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hey hey! I really like your writing :) I have a request for the brothers:
gn!mc who has trouble sleeping alone bc of nightmares. they can very rarely sleep but are great at hiding it, because they donât want to bother anybody. they never notice because mc always sleeps fine during sleepovers??? until eventually the lack of sleep gets to them too much and it becomes too noticeable. how do they respond when mc (reluctantly) reveals the truth?
thank you and have a lovely day â¤ď¸
Good prompt! I like this one :)
(This one took a good few hours! Hope you like it!)
MC has nightmares when they sleep alone
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Lucifer:
ââŚsomethingâs amiss with our human.â Lucifer thinks.
Heâs been observing them lately. Since he cracked down on his brothers sneaking into their room at nightâin order to give the poor human a break, so they may rest well and have time to study for the upcoming wave of testsâtheyâve been⌠sluggish. More forgetful. Their assignments are coming back notably worse. He was irritated at first, but when he brought them into his office to confront them about it, he couldnât ignore how⌠off they seemed.
Lucifer sets his irritation with their slipping standards aside, in favour of concern. He is above petty reactions, he decides. No, he is reasonable enough to see that there must be a cause for this.
âMC. I did not call you here to berate you. I am not angry with you. Something is obviously wrong. Please, I cannot help you until you tell me what it is.â
Youâre not sure if itâs the jarringly unmasked concern in his eyes, or the rising feeling of guilt for stressing him out more than usual that finally cracks your resolve.
Whatever it is, you confide in him. You tell him that youâve not been sleeping well. He pries the reason out of you, by pointing out his observations about the timing.
Begrudgingly, you admit to having nightmares when you try to sleep alone.
Outwardly, he remains businesslike and practical as always. In his mind, heâs facepalming. In retrospect, the signs are all there! How did he not notice??
He feels just a bit sorry, too. In his attempt to help you, he directly made everything worse. What a great job heâs doneâŚ
Then he snaps out of it and steels himself. Thereâs no use dwelling on that! He can fix this. Very, very easily!
âI see. Then, sleep in my room tonight. I will ensure no nightmares bother you. Once youâve recovered enough to learn again, I will help you bring your grades back up to your usual standard. Is this satisfactory?â
He refuses to hear any guilt from you about imposing, or taking up his time, or being a burden.
âI am choosing to carry you, MC. Thereâs no burden.â
From that point on, youâre always welcome in his bed. On the rare occasion that he isnât home and none of his brothers can sleep over with you, he lends you his coat to sleep under. The familiar scent of him that clings to it is better than nothing.
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Mammon:
âŚOkay, at this point, he HAS to pry. Mammon is one of the first to notice that youâve not exactly been well lately. Youâre being unusually scatterbrained, clumsy, and spacey. You donât have any energy. Itâs obvious to him that thereâs a sleep issue! Heâs more observant than he looks, ya know!
Now that he thinks of it, these traits are not THAT out of character for you. Theyâre not usually this bad though!
âŚshit, does that mean youâre usually sleep deprived? Thatâs not good. Well! Youâre HIS human, and he loves you lots and takes your well being very seriously, as much as he hates to say it out loud. So, he commits himself to figuring this out!
Evening comes. Mammon follows you into the hall leading towards your room. You bash your hip against a wall corner and almost fall to the floor as you dizzily stumble, trying to catch yourself. Mammon grabs you to steady you. Yeah, at this point he has to pry.
âBe careful, human! Seriously, youâd break all your lil toothpick bones without the great Mammon around to protect ya! Whatâs up with that, huh?â
You trust him of course, but⌠youâre embarrassed. You donât want to tell him.
He clicks his tongue impatiently. You donât say anything. He grabs you by the shoulders and steers you into his room. He pushes you down to sit on his bed.
âCâmon, MC. Talk to me. Your first man is here to help!â
ââŚâ
ââŚplease?â
Now, that⌠almost does it. You feel bad for being stubborn. You know heâs worried, and chaotic as he can be, heâs proven himself as a very good guardian demon time and time again. You take a deep breath, gathering your resolve.
You take just a bit too long. Mammon groans.
âIâm very annoying, yknow. Iâll get it outta ya somehow!â
Mammon pokes your cheeks, gently shakes you, tugs lightly at your hair, as he demands that you talk to him.
âTell me, tell me tell me tell me tell me, câmooooon humaaan, tell me!â
âOh, fucking fine!â You think. You confide in him.
Heâs mildly tempted to be like, âwas that really so hard,â but he wonât. Heâs far more concerned than annoyed with you. He feels bad about all the super late nights out heâs been having lately. He wants to always be there for you! Him having missed something like this has him mentally kicking his own ass.
Mammon puts all that aside for now, though. He roots around in a drawer to get two pairs of his old, worn and comfy sweatpants, plus an old tshirt, faded and worn soft from use. He throws the shirt and one of the sweatpants at you
âGo brush your teeth and change, then come right back. Weâre having an early night.â
When you return, he locks his door, then puts you back in his bed. Heâs changed into the other pair of sweatpants. Mammon wraps himself around you as much as he can, as if to bodily shield you from the nightmares, then pulls his blanket over both of you.
âSleep, human. No nightmaresâll DARE mess with you now. Not while Iâm here. Iâll protect ya.â
Having him so close to you feels like home. Nothing else has ever felt so safe. You sleep deeply, for hours longer than you have in a while.
(Mammon is never letting you sleep alone again)
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Levi:
As much as Levi doesnât want to bother you, heâs getting worried. Youâre performing WAY worse at your video games than usual! Youâre missing so many inputs! He knows your usual skill level, this game should be a relaxing walk in the park for you! Heâs too worried to even make fun of you!
âOk, thatâs it! I canât take it anymore! What happened to you, normie?? Are you sick?? Do you⌠not want to play with me? Whatâs happening??â
Heâs worked himself into a panic. You know heâs sensitive enough right now to take it personally if you donât confide in him. So fine! Youâll talk!
Youâll talk⌠auuugh, you canât get the words out! Youâre too self conscious about it. Fuck it. You take your DDD out of your pocket and send him a text.
>not been sleeping well. Nightmares. So tired, canât pretend anymore! >:( Nothing personal, promise!
Levi reads the text. He chews the inside of his cheek for a long moment, thinking. Then he snaps to attention, looking at you with intense determination.
âWe canât have that! I need my player two in optimal condition! Thereâs no other way for us to win at any games!â
Levi resorts to his old faithful: relaxing slice of life anime! He makes a big pile of pillows and blankets on the floor, arranging them into an MC-and-Levi sized nest. Itâs late enough into the evening that itâs reasonable enough to try to put you to sleep.
If just the anime and the blankets and the being in his room isnât enough to knock you out, heâll shyly inch over to you to hold your hand. Blushing and looking away from you because heâs shy, but heâll do it.
If you ask himâor just look sad and cute enoughâheâll even curl up behind you in the blanket-nest and hold you. Levi wonât have ANYTHING hurting his Henry, not if he can do anything about it!
He doesnât mind holding you all night like this. The fact that youâre asleep helps, heâs not shy when youâre not perceiving him. The anime heâs still watching is helping too. Itâs a good distraction.
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Satan:
As soon as he started to get the feeling something was wrong with you, he began watching you intently. Heâs sharp, so he would have caught this very early on.
He canât help but have a little fun with this investigation at first, thinking of it as detective work.
Soon though, he gets concerned. Youâre irritable, youâre not retaining information or remembering small things as well, youâre clumsier and less generally aware⌠all dangerous things to be in this realm.
He doesnât need you to tell him whatâs wrong. He puts it together himself. He knows you sleep just fine with him, he knows you seem well rested after sleepovers with any of his brothers too. Clearly itâs not general insomnia. He also knows that the usual frequent sleepovers havenât been happening for a while now.
When he confronts you, he doesnât start with asking questions. He lays out all the evidence heâs collected and states his guesses as to the cause.
He tells you he has concluded itâs most likely to be any of these causes: loneliness, separation anxiety, touch deprivation, nightmares, stress-induced insomnia. He asks you to tell him which it is, if itâs more than one, if itâs something else?
Heâs so clinical about it, you pretty much forget to be self conscious. All you have to do is confirm that itâs nightmares and they only happen when you sleep alone.
âThank you for trusting me,â he says, regardless of how little youâve actually told him. âYouâre more than welcome to sleep over with me any time. You donât even have to ask. Just tell me that youâre sleeping over.â
That evening, he leads you into his room. He lies on his back, book in hand, and beckons you to lie on top of him.
He guides your head to rest in the crook of his neck. He balances his book against your shoulders, holding it with one hand. The other wraps around your waist, his thumb rubbing your side soothingly, and he begins to read aloud to you.
His voice and his warmth soothe you to sleep. Not a single nightmare dares touch you.
Asmo:
The first thing Asmo notices is the darkened circles under your eyes.
âOh, my darling! Your skin!â He gasps, genuinely horrified. âCome, we can do better than that. Let your Asmo take care of you~â
As he often does, Asmo brings you to his room for a spa day. Evening. Night. Itâs late.
He smooths moisturizer into your skin, using all the appropriate human-safe products for revitalizing you when youâre tired. He gets a helpful mask on you, then one for him too. As you wait for it to dry, he asks you whatâs up.
âCanât sleep, lovely? You know, if youâre restless I can always tire you out~â
You roll your eyes and elbow him lightly. You expected nothing less from Asmo. Knowing him as well as you do, itâs more endearing than bothersome. You know heâs showing you that he cares.
âOfferâs always open, darling!â He giggles. âBut, is there anything else I could do for you? Need to get something off your chest? Or just some good company, hmm?â
Asmoâs really sweet. Itâs easy to open up to himâor, as easy as opening up gets. He massages your hand in silence as you gather your resolve to confide in him.
He listens sympathetically. Nodding and humming encouragingly at all the right points as you speak. Squeezing your hand when you need support. Just⌠being the emotionally intelligent sweetheart that Asmo always is with you.
âYouâre welcome to sleep here, love. Nothing you donât want will happen, of course. Now, let me wash that mask off you, then we can snuggle if you like.â
He washes off the mask, touching you very tenderly as he does. He takes his time gently washing the product off your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb affectionately. He gives you a little forehead kiss when your face is clean as his thanks for trusting him.
He lets you lead on how much contact you want. He really just wants to help. Heâs happiest if you choose to cuddle with him, but heâs totally chill with just holding your hand, or even just lying next to you. Heâs awesome like that.
No matter what you choose, the familiar perfume of Asmoâs room and the reassuring rhythm of his breathing lulls you to sleep. It feels safe.
You sleep really well. Asmo really is the best.
Beel:
Beel understands nightmares. He gets them too. He spots the signs easily, familiar as they are to him.
All he has to do is spot the haunted look in your eyes when he sees you before breakfast. Very distracted he usually is at that time, yes, but he loves you. He pays attention to you. He notices it pretty quick.
He canât help but wonder why you havenât approached him about it. Hasnât he demonstrated to you that nightmares in particular are a thing heâs safe for you to confide in about? Heâs not going to take it personally, but he IS going to worry.
He keeps an ear trained on your room whenever he goes into the kitchen at night. Carefully listening for any signs of distress.
After a few nights of this, he gives into his impulse and goes to check on you after his midnight snack. He brings you something he knows you like.
Heâs not surprised to find you awake.
âHey.â He says through a mouthful of his own food. âWant a snack?â He comes in to put it in your hands as soon as you acknowledge him.
The two of you eat together, sitting quietly on your bed side by side. Beelâs careful not to drop any crumbs.
You remain quiet even after all traces of snacks are eliminated.
âNightmares?â Beel asks gently, looking at you with those irresistible soft worried puppy eyes he does. You canât lie to him. Youâre not a monster!
You nod. He hums sympathetically, looking genuinely saddened on your behalf. He gets it.
âWant a hug?â He offers
You press yourself into his side. He wraps one very big arm around you, and you melt into him like warm mozzarella. His solid presence is reassuring. You feel so safe with him. Youâre already starting to drift as he rubs your shoulder with one large thumb.
âWould it help if I stay?â Beel murmurs to you.
You nod again.
So Beel picks you up, settling himself in your bed with you and arranging you comfortably in his arms.
He starts softly stroking your hair. Trying to help you relax more.
âThanks for letting me help you.â Beel says earnestly. Itâs obvious that he really means it. Heâs grateful youâre trusting him with this. Heâs very happy that youâre accepting his comfort, because he wants nothing more than to help you and protect you.
Heâs good at that. Being comforting. Helpful and protectiveâthatâs Beel.
You drift off peacefully, with nothing on your mind except the sleep-blurred sentiment of feeling grateful for him, too.
Belphie:
Without question, Belphie is the first one to notice that youâre having nightmares. Sleep is his main thing!
You only get to have one bad night before he steps in. He drags you up to the attic to nap with you right after school. No nightmares happen, of course, because youâre not sleeping alone. Belphie congratulates himself on a job well done!
âŚwait. Again?? He finds himself aware that youâre having another nightmare that night, hours later when youâre trying to sleep by yourself. Fuck sake.
He goes to your room. You snap awake at the disturbance. Without a word, he pours himself into your bed, draping across you like a clingy cat and going right back to sleep.
Bit rude. But this is helpful. You go back to sleep too, and have no nightmares. Good job, Belphie.
Then the next night, it happens again!! Mildly vexed at the persistent issue, he does the same thing as last night.
The next evening, he doesnât let you go to bed alone to begin with. He goes with you, staying just aware enough that he can snipe your nightmares before they get a chance to terrorize youâbut⌠none happen? Huh. Wild. Okay.
The next night, he finally asks you what the deal is. You hesitate to tell him. Belphie has no qualms about annoying the information out of you, if his initial blunt concern isnât enough to get you to talk. If you donât crack, heâll try tickling you until you talk to him. If you STILL donât crack, heâll sic Beel and his concerned puppy eyes on you. No one can resist Beelâs concerned puppy eyes. Especially not when itâs BOTH twins looking at you like that!
Resistance is futile. You reluctantly tell him that you have nightmares only when you sleep alone.
He mentally slaps himself. Obviously!
He was prepared to use any of his avatar of sloth abilities necessary to cure you of your nightmares���and he still isâbut heâs happy (and secretly endeared) to learn that the cure is nothing more than his presence. Less work for him! Less work, AND a good excuse to steal you away for naps all the time! Two of his favourite things!
Belphie is never letting you sleep alone again. No, youâll either be together in your room, together in his and Beelâs room, or together in the attic.
Heâll make an exception for sleepovers with his other brothers too if you miss them. Youâre so lucky he loves you.
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summary. | Your professor knows just how to get his star student to eat out of his hand.
prompts. | Andy Barber + Professor + âYou want something from me? You gotta ask nicely.â (credits to @celestianstars for inspiring this prompt) + Abuse of power, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!professor!Andy Barber x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, abuse of power, power imbalance, professor/student relationship, male oral (mentioned/alluded to), overachiever reader, kind of mean!andy, lying, deceit, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
authorâs note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and donât forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
You stare down at the paper you spent many sleepless nights working on with tears in your eyes. The letters turn into grey blurs.Â
You always knew Professor Barber was a hard-ass, but you never thought youâd bear the brunt of his harsh grading. You felt you were getting by well this semester, never bothering him with questions unless absolutely necessary. He hated his jobâeveryone knew that from his heavy sighs and grimaces. And now, you feel like heâs taking it out on you, even though youâre just a part of the sea of faces thatâll forget about him once exams are over.
You sit on the bench outside his office, early for your appointment with him. You scheduled it in a frenzy, and he replied just as quickly as when you hit âsend.â That didnât puzzle you since you had woken up very early that morning, and you know that professors sleep odd hours.
He must be less than excited to meet with you. Every faculty member seems to be a burning thread, fraying at the ends.
The door opens, and Professor Barber clears his voice, snapping you out of your stupor. You look up at him with glassy eyes, and he nods his head, allowing you to enter his office.
You catch a whiff of his cologne as you walk past the older man. Thereâs even a hint of coffee, perhaps from a spill.Â
âGood evening, Professor Barber,â you start, a thoroughly rehearsed speech on the tip of your tongue. Youâre a perfectionist when it comes to your gradesâthe only thing that gives you purpose at this point. âGood eveningâŚ?â he returns, waiting for you to give him your name.
You do exactly that, and he repeats it. âPlease, call me Andy,â he insists, so you do.Â
âYou wanted to talk about your paper?â he asks, shutting the door behind him. You swear you can hear the lock click, but you doubt Andy would do that. âYes. I just⌠I worked so hard on it and thought I did goodâŚâ you trail off, unable to finish your sentence.
You canât fail this classâyou donât need another flaw to worry about. You doubt youâd get a spot in next year, anyway. Not until the weak ones give up halfway through the semester.
âYou want to know why I gave you that mark?â Andy asks, hands clasped with his elbows resting on the chair. You nod your head. âWell, itâs alright, really. Not what I was looking for at all. Itâs weak in too many spots. I can see right through your points,â he explains as though it were obvious.
The criticism stings, but you take it.Â
âCâ Can I rewrite it? Please?â you plead, finally looking up at him. âOr I can do an extra?â you offer, but the click of his tongue makes you want to cry again.
âI donât give out second chances. You know that, donât you? Youâre a smart girl,â Andy says before sighing. âI suppose I could let you try again, though. Youâll do better, right?â he asks, standing up again.
He seems restlessâyou are, too. Your leg bounces from nervousness.Â
âOf courseâthank you, Professor,â you smile, ready for his next instructions. Youâll take anything he gives you if that upsetting grade is forever erased. He smiles down at you, a sight youâve never seen before.Â
Suddenly, though, you hear the clinking of a belt. You snap your head to look at where the sound came from, greeted by his crotch right in your face. Andy stands to your right, and dread fills you. âYou want me to fix your grade, yeah?â the professor asks, but you donât answer. Youâre too scared.
You canât fight him, canât escape. If you did, who would you tell? You have a higher chance of getting in trouble than him.Â
Andy cups your cheek with his left hand as he pulls down his fly with the other, freeing his thick cock from the confines of his boxers. Heâs so hard that heâs a flushed red colour, with veins and a leaky tip.Â
âYou want something from me? You gotta ask nicely,â he tells you, voice as rough as when he speaks to the delinquents of your class. You watch him with tears in your eyes and accede, mouth opening for your professor to use you.
âSee? I always knew you were a smart girl. You just needed a little push.âÂ
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I need an A professor please
Ryan Reynolds x male reader smut
Warnings: gay sex, top Ryan, bottom reader, professor and student, sex on top of desk, oral, riding, ass eating.
Summary: you failed your final so you try to ask for some extra credit.
He you where sitting on your bed overlooking your grades as you had seen you had received an F on your latest test. If it where any other test maybe you wouldnât have been as shocked but since this one was the test that determined if you would pass or not your senior year of college.
As you walked to your professors room you where met with a full class of students so you had waited in one of the seats since the class was soon to be finished. âAll right so thatâs it for today go ahead and please listen to me the school year is about to finish donât think thats a reason for your grades to start to slip you can all go nowâ your professor said as the rest for the young adults where running to the door to leave.
âHello Mr. Y/L/N what can I be of a serviceâ â Hey Mr.Reynolds um I was wondering why I got a F on my latest test is it a glitch or jokeâ you said back as the last student ran through the door closing it on his way out âOh that yeah um no glitch or jokeâ âwait so your telling me I got an F howâ âWell Iâve seen your work and I thought you couldâve done a lot betterâ
âWell can I redo itâ âSadly noâ the professor said back quickly âUm can I do any extra creditâ â There is no extra credit to give sorry Y/n but thereâs no way for you to pass my classâ he said back as you looked down a your feet.
At this point you had been filled with frustration as you looked up at Mr. Reynolds as you gazed at him as your eyes moved towards his crotch as you could see what you thought to his bulge as a idea ran up to your brain. âSo I think I thought of something I can do professorâ you said as you walked towards him.
âWhatever your thinking of donât do it M/nâ he said as you both could now feel each other breath on your faces as you got a hold of his tie pulling him into your lips as you started to feel his crotch threw his pants as you felt him get hard. âGo close the doorâ he said in a demanding tone as you obeyed and closed the door as he had took a seat on his chair as you walked back and sat on his lap as you kissed him again.
As you had now reached down as to start to unbuckle his belt as you kissed down his chin and neck as you soon went down on your knees as you removed his belt and unbuttoned his pant as you pulled them down with his boxers ad you saw his large 11 inch hard on as it sprung out fitting you in the face as you got ahold of it at its base as you locked your sight on to his as he looked at you as well as you begun to place his tip inside your warm mouth.
âOh fuckâďżź you heard him moan out quietly as you begun to go more down on him as you placed your tongue on the under side of his member sending him into more of a frenzy. Oh fuuck, thatâs goodâ he moaned out as you pulled off him and hit his cock on your tongue keeping your eyes locked on his. âSo you think this might work as credit professorâ you said yeah I can see a C in your future unless you really what an Aâ he said as you pushed him whole into your mouth causing you to gag on him.
âOh fuck stopâ he said pulling you off as he breathed heavily âWhat you havenât even cummedâ âNo Iâm saving that for a different hole sweetheartâ he said as you both smirked as you pulled of his pants and shoes completely and and he worked on his shirt as you begun to undress your self soon you where now both naked as he gestured to you ďżźto sit on his lap as he licked and spit on to his palm as he pulled your ass cheeks apart to reveal your entrance to him as he started making circles around your hole.
As you spit on to your hand and began to stoke at his member making sure to keep it wet and slick as he soon got ahold of his cock aligning it up to your entrance as he begun to tease you hole with his tip as he pushed it and got a hold of your waist as you sat on top of hims until he was completely snide now âOh fuck your bigâ you moaned out â yeah fuck baby you gotta hot assâ he said heavily as you begun to rock your hips on him as you soon begun to jump up and down as he hand his tight grip on your waist as you placed your hands on to his chair.
âOh fuck sweetheart yeah that it come hereâ he said as he pulled you into him as he now rocked in and out his cock as he begun to thrust in and out roughly Oh fuck Iâm fitting your prostate arenât Iâ he said as all you could do was nod in agreement as he picked you up still inside you as he placed you on top of his desk throwing everything that was on top on to the floor as you opened up your legs as he got ahold of your thighs now thrusting even deeper inside you.
âOH FUCK YEAH SIRâ you yelled out as he covered your mouth with on of his hands as the other went down as he begun to stroke your aching dick âShhh baby donât yell unless you wanna get caught now do youâ âN-no sirâ you stuttered ďżźout as he nodded back and took off his hand as he continued to fuck you.
âOh fuck yeah sweetie take my cockâ he said into your ear as you felt his thrust to get sloppy meaning he was close. âOh fuck Iâm gonna cumâ âfuck me to sirâ you both moaned as he fucked you threw your highs and he continued to stroke you as you felt him explode inside your walls as you cummed on your chest and his hand as he gave his final thrust as he knelt down as you felt his tongue on your entrance a story got ahold of the desk as you felt your self get hard as you quickly stroked yourself again as you cummed now twice as he got back up.
âOpen your mouthâ he said as he also licked up your chest and collected your cum on his lips ad he kissed you as you could taste his cum and your in his mouth.
Well M/n I think youâll be happy to hear that you now have an A+ in my class your passingâ he said as you smiled and pushed him back into a kiss as you both could not pull off each other as you both got cleaned up and put your clothes on again âUm my dorm is on the second floor if youâd like to you know continue thisâ you suggested ďżźâIâm flattered but I would rather much enjoy you in my bed I live a couple minutes away and Iâd actually like to hear you scream my name as I fuck you dumb and even though as much as I love hearing you call me sir my names Ryan so please call me that next time Iâm inside you unless I say soâ he said into your ear.
As for that night I didnât have much sleep and neither did Ryan as for he called early in the morning and he said he found make it to work since he had awoken sick although in reality he had fucked you all nigh and day as he both would walk around naked his home the whole day.
Authors note:
Yâall Iâm so sorry I havenât been active Iâve been busy with work and my boss has been a pain in my ass so sorry Iâm gonna try to attack my request and drafts soon but for now enjoy Mr. Ryan Reynolds
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synopsis ; after being pestered for weeks about going to tedâs party, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone. notes ; evil!ted , i only used pictures of keanu ooc bc i couldnât find a good one , s*x , i tried making this have an 80âs feeling , thatâs about it đŤ , readerâs race . ethnicity . hair type or color is not specified
âyouâre such a buzzkill. youâre wearing jean shorts and a spaghetti top to tedâs party.â sophie scoffs, applying her red bright lipstick that you advised her not to wear while holding her handheld mirror.
âyou know i donât like going out to parties. they always get ruined by the police.â you shrug.
your friends were not helping your anxiety in any way. they were picking fun at how you dressed, put on your makeup, the way you did your hair. it wasnât your fault that you werenât a quick-curl barbie.
âcan we just get this over with? i wanna go home.â you stand up, crossing your arms. âyeah, daniel should be here in a minute.â
ah yes. daniel. the boy youâve tried telling sophie that he wasnât the one. heâs hit on you many times. sometimes even in front of her. groped you. the whole 9 yards. but she was to in love to see how much of a bad man he is.
you roll your eyes, waiting for this whole night to be over.
âthereâs ted!â sophie squeals, pointing at the party host. he was talking to some jocks that go to your school. all with bad rep.
the house was full and trashed. you could barely make it to the couch without being pushed or sandwiched in between someone.
âsomeone having a bad time?â ted leans over the couch, whisper ling in your ear.
this wasnât your first encounter with him. once, you and him and a project together. but of course, you did all the work and only got half credit.
you were real picky about your grades and now that ted logan came in and screwed it all up, you tried avoiding him.
âyou just love bothering me, huh?â you cross your arms and your leg. âyou didnât get enough when you screwed up my grade?â he scoffs, âit was a C. get over it.â he jumps over the couch, sitting next to you.
âwhat are you doing here anyways? you donât like going out from what i heard.â he rests his arm behind you, watching the party go on. âmy friends basically forced me to get out.â you sigh.
âgood,â he snickers. âyour face was always stuffed in a book.â âoh shut up. youâre mad because you have a 4th grade reading level.â you tease.
the both of you turned your head to each other at the same time, laughing.
you donât remember what happened in the in between. but now ted was naked and shedding off your clothes. âi knew you were hot under those clothes.â he chuckles, taking a nipple into his mouth and swiping the pad of his thumb on the other, making you shiver.
âfuck, ted.â your back arches. his teeth slightly nibble at your bud, âted.â you smack his head, making him laugh. âi was having fun.�� ânot while chewing on my tit.â
he softly laughs, crawling on top of you. âwe shouldâve done this sooner.â he kisses your collarbone while sliding in you. âyou better pull out, ted.â you wince, adjusting to size.
he hissed at how tightly you clenched around him. âfuck, baby. you might cut my dick off.â he laughs as his hips start thrusting in you. one hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding your hand beside your head.
for some reason, the thrusts feltâŚpassionate. like heâs been needing this from you. âyes, yes.â you chant, coaxing him to go faster. âfuck yes.â your eyes were screwed shut.
he rested his head in the crook of your neck, suppressing his moans and grunts as the tip of his cock kissed your walls. âyou feel like heaven.â he kisses behind your ear
your toes were curled. legs were shaking. you could barely talk. all signs of how close your orgasm was. âthatâs right , baby. come.â he gave one more sharp thrust before the knot in your stomach broke.
he grunts before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one quick motion. âte-â his cock was pushed into you again but he was pounding into you.
his grip on your hips were sure to leave bruises tomorrow. the wind was knocked out of you. only pants and grunts slipped from tedâs mouth. âfuck yes.â he bit his lip. âfuck, baby.â his hip snapped before he pulled out, spilling his seed on your back.
âje-jesus.â he pants out, flopping beside you. âyour nut is on my back.â you point out. âso?â he shrugs, not understanding why you seem upset. âhow am i gonna get it off?!â
he chuckles at how concerned you are then kisses your cheek. âiâll clean it up tomorrow.â
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#â ââ Ëââ§ę°á TEDDY ŕťęą â§â#ted logan x reader#ted logan#bill and ted#bill and tedâs excellent adventure#keanu reeves fanfic#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves
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Stupid test mark
Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader (platonic)
Genre: fluff
Words: 800
Note: This request probably took me longer than it shoud have but I hope you'll still like it. Thank you so much for trusting me with it.
The school year was nearing itâs end, which meant the professors put twice as much pressure on you. You could hardly count all the assignments and tests in the last few weeks. You wanted to do good, even better since you studied at the school of evil and itâs students were notoriously known for bad grades and behavior. You wanted to get all the best marks and shove it down the good studentsâ throats. Your striving was deemed half useless by the grade you got in deadly potions class however. You did your best to study and prepare for the exam, but apparently your best still wasnât good enough to get at least a C+.
It was all you could think about when you read your books long into the night or absentmindedly rummaged through the food on your plate. Even your skin got paler than usual thanks to the lack of sleep and nutrition. Something the Evers picked on you for. As you went from one class to another, you could hardly pay attention being too concerned with what other grades and classes you could screw up in. You didnât want your overall mark to drop even more, yet every time you tried to focus on your studies the C- was right in front of your eyes, mocking you and reminding you that you failed and will never be good enough again.
âY/l/n!â Lady Lesso slammed her cane into your table startling you. âWould you mind paying attention in my class!?â
âI⌠Iâm sorry miss.â You were too intimidated to even look her in the eyes, opting to point your sight into the table instead.
âEyes on the blackboard.â She warned you, not in the mood to have to reprimand you again.
You did what she said, keeping your eyes on the lecture even through the stinging feeling in them. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint your dean. You already felt like a failure, you didnât need anyone else to think so about you too. You wanted people to be proud of you, to say âthis Never made it in lifeâ. You wanted to be adored and admired, not made fun of and picked on. This all swirled in your mind so loudly you didnât even notice the ring bell announcing the end of class.
âY/n?â Lady Lesso called out to you with a noticeably lighter tone. âYou seem to be quite unpresent today. Mind enlightening me on why that is?â
âIâm sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. I didnât want to get distracted in your class.â You tried to avoid any confrontation.
âNonsense. You are one of my best students and you always pay attention, what got you so unfocused?â Lesso pressed you a bit.
âWell⌠I got a really bad grade from my potions exam. I studied really hard, but turns out my best isnât good enough. Iâm a failure.â You admitted avoiding her sight.
âOh my. Do you think Iâm bad at my job?â The dean challenged you with a pointed look.
âUh, what? No, of course not!â How could she think that based on what you said?
âThen where do you get the audacity to say that the best of my Nevers is a failure?â she folded her hands over her chest.
âUm⌠I⌠I donâtâŚâ you were at a complete loss of words.
âDonât you ever think about saying such bullshit again.â Lesso put a comforting hand on your shoulder.
âIâm sorry.â You apologize for like a third time in the last five minutes.
âYou are one of the most talented Nevers Iâve seen in a long time. You could be the reason Evil strikes a win once again. I know thatâs a lot of pressure for a young mind like yours, but I wouldnât be saying it if I wasnât convinced you can handle it.â Lady Lesso declared with a deep look straight into your eyes.
âI⌠thank you Lady Lesso.â You didnât really know what to say to all the expectations she had from you, but you hoped to live up to them.
âThereâs no need to thank me. You have great things ahead of you, things some stupid test mark canât take away.â She winked at you, building your confidence up. âNow, I want you to forget about some foolish potions class and focus on the things you have coming up. I have no doubt youâll be graduating this year on the top of your class with the progress youâve made.â
âI will. Thank you.â You nod with a sincere smile and leave her class much more enthusiastic.
If Lady Lesso thought you are the one to do great things in life, who were you to say otherwise? She surely must know what sheâs talking about.
#lady lesso#leonora lesso#school for good and evil#lady lesso x reader#tsfgae#lady leonora lesso x reader#leonora lesso x reader#lady leonora lesso#sge#the school for good and evil#charlize theron#charlize theron x reader#charlize theron x you#lady lesso x you#fanfic#fanfiction#leonora lesso x you#lady lesso fluff#lady lesso imagine#lady leonora lesso x you
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1. "you're my tutor? absolutely not." with OP please!!!
âitâs a dateâ
owen power x reader
đŚ BORDYSBAEâS 500 CELLY
â ŕ¨ŕ§ â
math. the subject that you hate, and apparently also hates you just as much. the C- thatâs sitting in the grade book is haunting you. so, you do the best thing possible. and thatâs ask your professor if heâs aware of any math tutors. he sends you the number of one of his students, but forgets to tell you just exactly who the person is.
as you walk into the library, thatâs where you see the douchebag hockey player, owen power. youâve spoken to him a few times, but never have they been very pleasant conversations. he stole your nice pen from you, heâs always begging you for a piece of paper, and heâs also almost always chuckling with his friend in class. owen and his friend sit a couple rows behind you, and theyâre such a bother. sure, you can move seats easily, but you mentally claimed that one at the start of the semester. you also refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing you move seats.
âyouâre my tutor? absolutely not,â you scoff and turn on your heel, but suddenly a large hand finds itâs way upon your shoulder. you turn around, and see owen towering over you. his brown eyes are looking down at you through the glass lenses resting upon his nasal bridge.
âwoah, what was that all about?â owen chuckles slightly.
âno offense, owen, but youâre not really my favorite person. i donât really want you to see how bad i am at math and laugh in my face with your idiot friends, so iâm just gonna find someone else to tutor me. thanks though,â you falsely smile. you turn around again, leaving owen utterly shocked.
ây/n hold on!â he shouts, immediately realizing heâs in the library after he does so. you turn around and look up at the boy once again.
âyes owen?â you groan.
âjust give me a chance please? i hardly even know you, so let me prove to you iâm not this douchebag you think i am,â he smiles hopefully.
you realize whatâs on the line here, and agree. youâre only doing this because your grade needs to rise, and definitely not because you have a soft spot for boys with glasses.
you sit across from him at the table, and tell him about the assignments you need help with. before you even realize it, an hour passes by, and owenâs actually a really good tutor. youâre actually starting to understand, so you both decide to take a break for a few minutes. you look up from your scratch paper, and thatâs when you see owen already looking at you. âstill think iâm such a douche?â he teasingly asks.
you roll your eyes, âno. but you better not go report back to your friends how dumb i am then go and hold it against me,â you say pointing a finger at him.
he lets out a laugh, âi wonât donât worry. but youâre not even dumb, y/n. youâre learning so quickly iâm impressed. i donât even think we need a second session, but i wouldnât mind one,â he shyly says while fidgeting with his fingers.
your eyes widen, âw-what? did you just- ask me out?â you stutter, very taken back by his words.
âum yeah, is that okay? you can say no, itâs just that iâve thought you were really cute for awhile now,â he nervously smiles.
âof course iâll go out with you owen. and iâm sorry for assuming you were some asshole hockey player,â you chuckle.
âwell how about on saturday i pick you up and we get coffee? maybe then i can return your pen that i stole, and prove iâm not the stereotypical hockey guy,â he cheesily grins.
you gasp at his words, âyou still have that pen?! and you remembered?!â
âi was actually planning on giving it back to you the next time we had class, but i totally forgot. itâs been sitting on my desk ever since,â he says with a bashful blush on his cheeks.
âwell then, i guess youâll have to give me it on saturday. itâs a date.â
#bordysbaeâs 500 celly#owen power#owen power imagine#owen power blurb#owen power fluff#owen power x reader#hockey blurb#hockey imagine#umich hockey#michigan hockey
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end of the semester
Pairing: Roommate!Hobie x RoommateGN!Readerđ¸đˇđ¸ Fandom: Into/Across/Beyond the Spiderverse Quick Synopsis: Your final grade in a class was poor, so Hobie is there to give you a pep talk. Tags: Drabble, Use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (besides maybe slight height mention?), reader can be male/female or none, Hobie and reader can be read as a platonic or romantic pairing, Fluff, Comfort, very slight use of british slang, kind of self indulgent.
It was a chilly Tuesday afternoon, the perfect day to use whatever was in the fridge to make something instead of ordering food like Hobie was doing for the past week.
He grabbed lettuce, already cooked leftover chicken, tomatoes, carrots, and cucumbers and placed everything to the side while he got started on cutting the latter.
It had been a good minute since he washed the veggies and began cutting, but his pace started to get slower and slower.
Something felt off. He just knew it.
Suddenly, the front door swung open, and there you walked in, hands covering your eyes as you let out the loudest groan known to man.Â
In an instant, you grabbed onto your bag barely attached to your arm, and threw it towards the side of the ottoman, where it landed and fell over, exposing your pencils to the carpet.
You then kicked off your shoes and plopped yourself face first onto one of the couch pillows.
Hobie redirected his focus from the salad he was making to your pretty depressed state. âWhat happened to you?â
âIâm dead.â
âAlright, âDead,â can you explain whatâs going on with my roommate right now?â
âHa ha.â You lifted yourself up from the pillow, with the emotion âupsetâ practically plastered onto your face like gum on pavement. âGrades were put in today.â
âI know, havenât checked mine yet. Just trying to enjoy the last meal of my day before it all turns to shit,â Hobie chuckled, pouring his cut cucumbers into the bowl with a knife.
âYeah.â
âIâm assuming you checked yours?â
âMhm, I did great in everything, you know, the standard A minuses and A pluses, but..â You paused.
âBut?â
â..I did great in everything but calculus.â
âWhat'd ya get?âÂ
âC.â
Hobie went silent for a few seconds, before giving you a short round of applause.
âNot bad. At least it wasnât an F.â
âI know, but..â
âBut what?â
âIâm just disappointed âcause I worked so hard this semester. I took notes, spoke to teachers, bought extra material and even got a tutor at some point. All that just for a C. Maybe I shouldâve studied longer, crammed more..â
You hadnât even noticed Hobie move from his position and begin to walk towards you as you rambled.
When you snapped back to reality and saw his loud and obnoxious pajama pants standing in front of you, you paused. He kneeled down to match your height, and put both of his hands on your shoulders.
âListen, Y/N. I know youâve worked hard, Iâve seen it, but this is way more trivial than you think.â
âI-â
âI know a C isnât usually considered the best grade and all, but.. Itâs calculus. You got stuck with this class. Some people go through the entire four years of schooling without doing calculus, me planning to be one of them. I think the fact you passed this semester with an okay grade and even better grades on everything else is incredible.â
You stayed silent as he searched your eyes, waiting for any type of reaction.
âIâm just saying, donât beat yourself up about this, love. Itâs just one C in a sea of Aâs.â
You smiled at him. âI guess thatâs true.â
âBloody right it is.â
He stood up, and walked back towards the mini-kitchen.
âAny road, pop on your PJâs and find something for us to watch. Weâre gonna need a good laugh before we see how I did.â
A/N: can you tell i'm about to fail my classes and this is my last ditch effort in creating happiness before shit hits the fan
#drabble#one shot#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#hobie x reader#spider punk x reader#hobie brown x y/n#hobie brown x you#atsv hobie#hobie brown x reader fluff#hobie brown fluff#self indulgent
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To my other followers: I am so sorry.
To my two new followers: *comes out with silver platter* Here! Eat uuuuupppp~~~~
This! *slams fists on table then slams face on table* This GODFORSAKEN MOVIE HAS ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY I'M NOT JOKING.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT KIND OF "RECLAIMING MY CHILDHOOD TRAUMA" MINDEST MY BRAIN WAS ON BUT THE OBSESSION WITH THIS PIECE IF MEDIA IS ACTUALLY SCARING ME-
Most stuff below. Lots of rambling.
So. Flatland. It's a good book, and an amazing f*cking movie. I love this goddamned movie so much bro. It's not even like a "good" good movie I just really like it for no reason.
Some lore I have with this book, since I want to talk about it.
I watched this movie the first time when I was in 6th grade. It scared me so bad that I had nightmares about it for a week. I hated the style of the 2D world and was so scared about the amount of murder that I psychologically blocked it all out.
Now in the present (as an adult in college), my friend brought up the movie for us to watch during a movie night. I was way more excited to watch it than I thought I would be (cuz of my previous encounter with it and wanting to "reclaim" the movie), but we only got 4 minutes in before my other friends got bored and decided to watch something else. I sorta dropped it for a bit after that before @/goosesartblog posted their ONE - Flatland crossover and 10000 emotions flew over me. I then proceeded to watch it with my siblings, who also did not care about the movie.
Now, it has become a lifestyle of watching it every single day. Every. Single. Day. It's bad. I can't stop.
And it's on YouTube for free.
AND the book is on YouTube as an audiobook AND the actual PDF book is just there to read.
PLEASE. I NEED PEOPLE TO NOT BE NORMAL WITH ME.
Anyways, actual relevant doodles. These characters are A. Sphere (the objectively best character idgaf) and Carlton Cube(?). I saw something about them being John-locked and thought it was really funny. Also, I saw a meme about the two getting Starbucks or smth during the week I lingered, so here lol.
Some more doodles of concept stuff. Actual A. Square art and some style testing, Hex doodle, and more A. Sphere bc I love him so much. His ass is gay idk if you think I'm wrong just look at him.
Silly little idea I had about if Spherious *(the sphere from the other Flatland movie) and A. Sphere were in the same universe. It's unlikely, but I think Spherious would be the Messiah of 2000 and A. Sphere is the Messiah of 3000. They met at some point where their lives overlapped, and Spherious tried to give A. Sphere advice, to which he was completely ignored. A. Sphere's a bratty teen here and Spherious is a grandpa. They treat their apostles very differently.
Another silly idea I had was that when A. Sphere "died", he was actually picked up by a 4D being named A. Tesseract. He stays with her until the war is over in his dimension, and he is able to see A. Square one last time during his hallucination (that's why A. Sphere's innards are seen). Also also, A. Sphere learns how to treat people better b/c of A. Tesseract and the 4th dimensions' more liberal views on expression and gender. Development for the stupid shiny solid.
Thank you for looking at this mindless rambling. If anyone knows of more Flatland media, please send it to me I'm starving. Expect more, and have a great day :)
#flatland#flatland 2007#flatland the movie#a sphere#a square#spherios#flatland oc??? kinda???#a. tesseract is mine ig#idk anymore lol#flatland spherious#carlton#hexagon#a sphere my beloved#he's so me#sorry for the shitty pictures my camera is being ass rn#i sincerely apologize for this cringe guys it will happen again#doodles#katiekatdragon27
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Chapter 9 - Part 1
Summary: Y/N was not doing so well in her studies so she seeks Clay Jensen's help, but things get a bit heated.
Warnings: make-out
Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader
Word Count: 2k
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The last term of your senior year was going fairly well. The tension between Zach and you were at ease and you both were back to being good sports teammates there was no denying the fact that you guys made the best team.
You found it hard to believe, but it had been a long since you acknowledged that life sucked. But lifeâs a bitch whenever you feel too happy it bites you in the back.
You got called in by your history teacher and it seemed like you werenât doing good with your grades, and you needed grades to get into a good college.
âBut Iâll have my sports scholarship, so why worry about the grades?â you argued.
âMs. Y/L/N I understand that you have a sports scholarship but that does not mean that I will be happy to see such low grades in your history test. Y/N you did so well in the first term despite being caught up in sports. I want you to improve your scores as they were. There should always be a backup plan. Let us hope to see a spike in your grades in end-term tests.â The teacher suggested.
To be honest the truth was that you were so caught up with your encounter with Bryce and your breakup with Zach that you almost forgot that you had school to be good at. You made it seem so easy that you could handle it all but, you were just seventeen and you couldnât handle it all too well. Those sleepless nights of overthinking, thinking how you could have done it differently, what would have happened if you didnât end up with Bryce in that filthy clubhouse, spending a lot of time in the bathroom crying and the list goes on.
You possessed this power where you can be cheerful and happy from the outside without anyone letting know whatâs going on the inside. You never liked the idea of burdening other people with your problems.
Now, you had to move on. Those incidents were not worth anything to put your grades at stake. You decided to ask Clay for help as to who can be a better tutor than the smartest student in the class himself.
The school day ended, and you were going into the parking lot with Jessica where Tony was waiting for you in his car to drop you home. While walking in the hallway towards the gate you came across Clay Jensen. âJess, you wait for me outside, I gotta talk to Clay about something.â You told Jessica.
âYeah, Iâll be right outside with Tony.â She spoke.
âHello, Mr. Nerd.â You greeted Clay.
âOh, hi! You can see me?â said Clay sarcastically.
You rolled your eyes in embarrassment and said innocently âOkay, I have been a bit busy lately. Itâs not like I ghosted you or something we still met at the locker often.â
âYeah, right right right. You kiss me and then for a month I am just a guy whose locker is neighbors with yours.â You could hear the teasing in his words. He didnât sound mad he was just being savage which was not unlikely of him.
You sighed heavily, âThat is not the point Clay, come on. I need your help. Please listen to me?â
You made your pretty please face which no one has ever been able to deny.
âYeah, tell me. I was just kidding. Sometimes it feels nice to not be the one getting roasted by Ms. Y/N. Anyway, tell me how I could help you maâam?â He crossed his arms and was ready to listen attentively.
âI kinda need you to tutor me in History and Maths. I missed a few classes, lifeâs been pretty rocky, so I wasnât paying attention. Could you maybe help me?â
âAh, now I wonder why I got attention from Ms. Y/N/L/N and suddenly I exist for her, of course, it is because you need my help. I get it yeah.â He teased yet again.
âOkay, enough with this sassy treatment Clay, you are lucky I need help from you otherwise I donât take this shit from anyone. I get it I used you and I am sorry. I am. Please?â you said making your pretty please face again.
âI got homework to do so I might not be able toâŚâ
You cut him off and said âOkay Clay, I have tried to be nice but youâre on the Student Honour Board and you must help every student seeking help. Earlier I asked you as a friend but now I am asking you to perform your duty as a peer. Otherwise, I donât think so you deserve to be on the Student Board.â
âDamn, you got me. I was just fooling around. Iâll help you. It will be my honor. We can meet at MonĂŠts in an hour.â Finally, he agreed to help.
âNo not in an hour, I gotta go home and eat something quickly and come back for practice. How about at 6?â you suggested.
âOh okay, at 6. But itâll have to be at my place then. That cafĂŠ turns loud till the evening.â
âDone! Thank you so much, Clay. You are the best.â
You kissed his left cheek in a friendly way which left Clay blushing and staring at the floor with his right hand behind his neck as you walked away.
After practicing you took a quick shower and put on your boyfriend-fit jeans with a black graphic tee on the top and grabbed your leather jacket on your way out. You told your mom that you were going to study at Clayâs place which was the only reason why she would permit you to go to a boyâs place. To study.
On your way to the Jensenâs, you stopped by MonĂŠts to buy a couple of drinks for Clay and yourself. You knocked on the door gently and Clay did not even take a minute to open it seemed like he was eagerly waiting for you.
âHey Hoodie! See what I brought along with me.â
âHey Y/N, arenât we supposed to study?â He inquired.
âOkay, Jensen sue me for needing caffeine while studying.â Sarcasm flows with your words.
âLet me that that.â He offered to take your jacket like a gentleman.
With that, he led the way, and you followed him to the round dining table in the kitchen. You placed the drinks on the table and took out your books. Clay peeped into the drinks curiously, wondering what I could have brought.
You made his work easy by giving him his drink and taking yours, âHere, Hot Chocolate for you and Triple Mocha for me.â
âHow come I donât get coffee?â he asked.
âSimple. Because you donât drink it.â You answered.
He looked surprised by the fact that you knew that information about him. He further inquired âHowâd you know that?â
You tried to make it seem normal as you said âI uh⌠might have read your fan fiction about Alien Killer Robots and Percy is not a Coffee guy either so I gathered that you wonât be too because you resonate with Percy a lot. You are just like him, brave, courageous, empathetic, and compassionate.â
âYou read my fiction???... But didnât you say that you have no interest in Aline Killer Robots and they creep you out?â
Damn this man had many questions, âOkay, I thought of giving it a try you know starting with the fiction, so I am ready for the real thing. And to be honest I must admit, great writing. You made me fall for the whole Alien concept and I might even borrow those comics you recommend to me earlier.â
You could see the pride on Clayâs face, he was so happy that you called him Percy. You knew he was his favorite character, and he would fight anyone who does not like him.
You both sat down on the wooden chairs and Clay started with American history. It seemed like the house had no one except you two until you heard the door being opened by someone.
âClay, I am home.â The woman spoke.
That someone was Clayâs mom, Lainie Jensen. She was surprised to see an unexpected guest, but she was so sweet. She instantly brought a huge welcoming smile to her face.
Clay looked a little awkward as he was not expecting either of his parent too early.
âMom, I thought you were working.â
âHello to you too Clay. I brought the work home. By the way, who is this beautiful girl?â asked her mom in the sweetest way you could imagine. You always liked when people appreciated you.
Before Clay could say anything, you stretched your hand for a handshake and said âY/N, Y/Ln. It is so nice to meet you Mrs, Jensen.â
âOh, so she is the famous Y/N I have heard so much about.â She gasped.
Clay got all awkward again and said, âNot so much about you, you know just a little bit. Itâs part of their helicopter parenting where I have to tell them about my day and all. Mom if you would please excuse us, we have to do some studying.â
Clay grabbed all the books, and you picked up your backpack along with the drinks and he led the way toward a narrow staircase. We did not even climb three steps when his mom called for him again.
âClay, honey, please remember to keep the door open 3 inchesâ
You tried your best not to laugh but could not help it and let out a small giggle. Clay got embarrassed as he looked at you and then at his mom and said, âStop humiliating me in front of my friends, mom.â He climbed the stairs in frustration and opened the door for you to his bedroom.
He had a small bedroom but not so small to accommodate a couch in one corner of the room and a queen size bed in the other corner attached to the wall. His study table was just beside the window giving the perfect street view. His walls were dominated by posters of various things this Alien Killer Robots and The Arcade Fire. As he closed the door leaving three inches open as instructed by his mom your eyes fell upon this beautiful doodle of tapes. His bedroom was aesthetically grey which you found soothing and cozy.
Over the span of an hour, you both shifted from the couch to the study table, to the bed and finally, you both settled down on the floor resting your backs on the other side of the bed. Clay was sitting on the side closer to the door and you were sitting near his nightstand.
âSo Civil War happened in which year?â asked Clay taking my test.
â1851?â you answered.
âNo, Y/N itâs 61â
You groaned in frustration âWhy canât Damon Salvatore be my history tutor? Like he lived the history, he was even part of the war.â
âDonât you think Damonâs toxic?â asked Clay and jealousy was visible on his face.
You cross-questioned him âDonât you think Katherineâs a bitch?â
âYeah, but sheâs hot.â Said Clay making an argument.
You patted Clayâs cheek and said with sympathy âThank you so much for proving my point, Clay.â It didnât take long for Clay to realize what you meant, and you both laughed loudly.
But suddenly there was an unexpected silence in the room. You felt some kind of tension between the two of you, something that was never experienced between the two of you. It was like a silence that spoke a magnitude of language. You felt a force that was drawing you towards Clay. You took deep breaths and cupped Clayâs face with one hand moving him closer to you. You looked into his eyes and he gave a slight nod.
You leaned in to kiss Clay. Luckily, he started kissing back and you both sunk into the kiss. You still held his face by his jawline keeping him closer and moved towards him decreasing the gap between you two, meanwhile, Clay slid one of his legs to shut the door without breaking the kiss.
You were so impressed by this act; he did this so effortlessly. As you sunk more into the kiss it was getting hot until the door flung open and you stopped abruptly.
A/N: Damn! I wonder who could that be? it's sus. I promise there's a part 2 to it so stay tuned.
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Bring Back 'Good Enough'
When I was in school, my parents insisted that I get at least 'C's in school. If I fell below that, we'd work harder on homework and such, but I don't think I ever had to. As long as I got 'C's, that was 'satisfactory'. That was 'average'. That was good enough. And so I got 'C's in the subjects I didn't have a natural aptitude for (see: math) and got 'A's in the subjects I did (see: Art & English) and 'B's in between.
I remember the first time one of my friends told me she had to get straight 'A's or she'd lose privileges. Want an allowance? Straight 'A's. Want to go out with friends? Straight 'A's. I couldn't believe it. No one was perfect all the time. No one was perfect in every subject. I was in elementary school at the time, and I understood this. Why couldn't adults? It was later made clear to me that the logic here was that 'student' was your job and you had to do the work to get your pay. I didn't quite buy it, but what did I know? I was ten. Student was the only job I'd ever had.
My first roommate out of college was a good friend from high school who had always been an A-B student. Normally she got straight 'A's, but occasionally something would bump her down one grade. She was fine with that. Then she got to uni. Finals week stressed her out to the point she got stress hives. When she got her first ever 'D' she almost had an anxiety attack. Almost. She was just strong enough to close her eyes, take a deep breath and say "Fuck it, a D is passing! I don't need this for my major anyway!"
The two of us worked at JoAnn Fabric when we graduated. Neither of us realized that the working world had gone from "get a degree and they'll train you to do anything" to "do a million internships so you have the two to five years experience required for an entry level job" while we were in school. We weren't overjoyed by the discovery, but we were both too burnt out on school to go back and funny thing - all of the internships we could find were for students. So we sold craft stuff and every once in awhile a random customer would be asked to take a phone survey. The options were Highly Dissatisfied, Dissatisfied, Neither Satisfied or Dissatisfied, Satisfied, and Highly Satisfied. Once a month, we'd get a district report card showing what results all of the local stores had received. I remember one month we had 25% Neither Satisfied or Dissatisfied, 50% Satisfied, and 25% Highly Satisfied. I was so proud! No other store in the district had a 75% satisfaction rating! One store even had a Highly Dissatisfied, but not us!
...we got raked across the coals for being the worst store in the district. Why? Because even the store with a Highly Dissatisfied had managed to get more than 25% Highly Satisfied. What was wrong with us? I protested. Who's going to give a 'Highly Satisfied' when they come in for a spool of thread and find it easily? That's just basic satisfaction. Just because we hadn't been in a position to jump through hoops for as many people didn't mean we were worse.
No one listened to me. I had coworkers - women old enough to be my mother - hang their shaking heads and say "I can't believe we only got 25% Highly Satisfied".
And that's when I realized what sort of a world the parents who raised their kids as straight 'A' students because 'that was their job' had created: a world with no 'good enough'. A world where satisfactory wasn't satisfactory. A world with only 'the best' and 'better than the best', and yeah, I was younger than the adults, the people in charge, but I was also a bloody English major. The only math I'd excelled at - ever - was logic. My mother was a chemist who had taught me how a basic 'if than' statement worked.
I KNEW THAT THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS 'BETTER THAN THE BEST'.
Without so much as putting the Sorting Hat on our heads, we had all sorted Sparklypoo and now our hair was coming in mouse brown at the roots because there can only be one 'best'.
What's more, now I had a job other than 'student'. Now I actually earned a wage and funny thing: I was a straight 'A' worker, but I got paid as much as the 'D's. Alright, I had better opportunities for advancement, in theory. Except that there wasn't any room for advancement. Similarly, I had a better shot at a better job, but all of the better jobs wanted 2-5 years experience for an entry level position and I couldn't do that without going back to school. Now, I did eventually get out of there and get jobs that paid better, but where they better? At JoAnn I got to play with yarn all day and teach people how to cast on. At the pest control company I got to deal with customers trying to rip me off or claiming (not always inaccurately) that our technicians had ripped them off. I got sent to do a job that wasn't mine, stuck in a truck with people who had sometimes been hired that day. My boss tried to retroactively implement rules and threaten to fire you for breaking them. It still didn't give me sleep issues, stress hives, and anxiety that made it feel like I was having a heart attack like the legal litigation outsourcing company.
So no, they weren't better. They were, in fact, much worse, but each of my friends' parents would have approved of them and considered them higher grade jobs than retail. After all, JoAnn had no health insurance while the outsourcing company had shitty health insurance that took $100 out of each pay check and left me with the same taxable income as the pest control outfit despite making $2 an hour more on paper. Clearly an improvement.
And now I'm back in retail and I'm still a straight 'A' worker struggling to take up the slack from the 'D' workers who earn the same amount as me (assuming that we have the same seniority). And yeah, I have a better shot at management than anyone else, but I don't want to be a manager, so there's that. And people look at me and go "What? You have a degree? What are you doing here? You could get a good job!"
And I say that I have a good job. It may not be the best (it is retail, after all), but I am making more money than I have anywhere else. My benefits are good. I like my coworkers. The commute is under 20 minutes. My managers are fighting to keep me in my current position and schedule, despite some pressure to change things.
I will never have a perfect job, but for now at least, this one is good enough. And the straight 'A' parents would be horrified about that, but you know what?
The first successful suicide attempt my Dad ever went to as a Fire Department Chaplin was a teenage boy who thought he'd got a 'B' on a test.
I survived long enough to have a good enough job.
We need to learn to be satisfied with 'good enough' and only move on when that's not satisfactory anymore.
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A Better (not) Son or Daughter
MK has been acting like a "goody two shoes" at school and it really starts to get on Mei's nerves until she finally reaches her breaking point
tw for the besties fighting, minor fantasy racism, and anxious mental breakdowns
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15
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Mei wasnât liking how MK was acting at school as of late.
There was just something⌠weird about itâ something wrong about it.
Like how during math class, he started not glancing at Meiâs answers, or at lunch heâd keep quiet, or how during PE he just started laughing along to Qiangâs stupid jokesâ and on top of all that she could actively see him hiding or stopping his numerous little fidgets he did during the day.
It was weird!
Of course the teachers didnât seem to notice the negative behavior, even praising him for âbeing more focusedâ which was totally weird because if Mei knew one thing it was that her best friend struggled with focusing just as much as she did (if not more). Of course, his grades were still not the greatest, but he was starting to get C+s and B-s, which made Pigsy proud.
MK really liked making Pigsy proud, so at least he was happy, but⌠but still. It was weird, and Mei didnât like it.
What probably frustrated her the most was how she couldnât even talk about it without sounding crazy or jealous. Likeâ âWow Mei, way to be happy that your best friend is getting good grades and is getting your guardianâs approval. Youâre such a good friend.â
But it was off! It was weird! It was so very not normal. Annoyingly so.
She wondered if perhaps Qiang was blackmailing him or something, or if it had to do with the whole âCareer Dayâ thing since she noticed the behavior had started right after winter break. Maybe it had to do with Pigsy saying he now âtrusted them enough to not need him to drop them offâ, which was a lie if Mei ever heard one, but even then she couldn't say why that'd make MK change his behavior. Plus, MK was completely unresponsive to her questioning, especially if it was during class, so Mei was left to wonder all on her own.
Yippee.
âIf you keep twisting those noodles youâre going to take the whole bowl, kid,â Pigsy commented with a chuckle.
âOh! Sorry, Piggy,â Mei apologized, immediately releasing the poor sesame noodles back into the bowl.
âYou got a test today or something? Your face is as scrunched as my maâs playing mahjong,â He laughed a little more, but this time more at the memory than her.
âNo, Iâm just⌠thinkinâ,â She glanced at MK, who was eating peacefully with his legs swinging (unlike how theyâd be at school).
MK suddenly stopped though, looking at her and pointing out, âUh, yeah we do. We have a history test,â with a mouth full of noodles.
âMK, donât talk with your mouth full, please,â Pigsy massaged his forehead.
MK laughed and nodded before swallowing. âWe have a history test today.â
Right. One of the last ones before school ends. A last ditch effort for Mei to get her grades up, but she wasnât all that hopeful.
Pigsy glanced at Mei. âDid you know that?â
âKinda,â She admitted, looking down at her bowl and poking it with her chopsticks.
âYou study for it at all?â He then asked.
Mei shrugged. Unless the history had dragons actively involved, she wasnât interested. And the unit right now was just on some dead chairman guy they were all supposed to really care about, but Meiâs dad had never liked him much, so she didnât either⌠whatever his name was.
âGotta study for these things if you want your grades to go up, kiddo,â Pigsy pointed out while washing some of the dishes from breakfast.
âI know, I know,â Mei lowered her head, picking up a single seed and trying to squish it between her chopsticks. âHistoryâs just kinda⌠boring.â
âYeesh, donât let Tang hear that,â Pigsy joked but Mei could only crack a weak smile.
Pigsy sighed, turning off the sinking and looking at her. âJust try your best, kid. That's all you can do.â
Mei wasnât really sure she could do her best right now⌠Heck, she hadnât really been doing her best since before her parents died. After all, if she were doing her best, she'd be perfect and if sheâd been perfect, her parents would still be here.
âOkay,â she said instead, since it made Pigsy happier to think she agreed.
He smiled at her softly, ruffling her hair before going off to grab his keys while Mei shoved a few more bites before throwing the rest in the trash and rinsing out the bowl, which MK copied.
âI can let you copy off of my test if you want, Mei,â Her friend suggested, smiling all innocently.
Mei couldnât help but roll her eyes with an aggressive huff, making MK step back and give her a weird look, but Mei moved on before it could be acknowledged with words.
She went into her room, shoving a few loose papers into her bag without care just as Pigsy called asking if they were ready to go.
Mei zipped up her bag, giving a glance to the shrine to her parents in the corner of her room. âYeah! Just gimme a sec!â
Her parents were looking at her with a perfectly neutral expression, their stance and position perfectly neutral towards each other. At least, thatâs what it looked like at first, but Mei remembered that photo shoot. It was for a big promotion at her Mamaâs company and she had spent hours making sure Mei looked absolutely perfect. In fact, if she focused really hard on her Mamaâs dark eyes, she could see her not quite looking at the camera, but at Mei with this look of⌠expectation. And hope, maybe.
Or maybe she was just paranoid from staring at dead people instead of getting ready for school.
Mei sighed, shoving a water bottle and pencil case into the sidepockets of her backpack.
She shouldnât be feeling this way. It had been seven months. Her parents loved her. Or love her, if thereâs some kind of afterlife or if ghosts are real. But either way, there was love. Mei was loved. It was cool.
Mei ran out of the room and joined her guardian and MK by the door.
âYou two ready for today?â Pigsy asked, hand on the doorknob.
âYes sir, Mr. Pigsy,â MK gave a big, bright-eyed grin.
âAs Iâll ever be,â Mei bit her cheek, and with that the three of them were off.
.o0o.
Drop-offs were more like a ding-dong-ditch these days, with Pigsy making sure to step off the subway with them and make sure they got to the stairs okay before watching them disappear, and only then would be begin waiting for his next train (which Mei only knew because sometimes theyâd go back down and watch him). If anything, it told Mei he was totally lying about trusting them, but she knew not to confront him since adults were usually sensitive about those things.
It didnât make the walk to school from the station any easier though, and Mei tried kicking a pebble all the way to make up for being kind of annoyed at MK for no real reason.
âIâ um⌠I could also help you study before class starts⌠if you want,â MK suggested, and Mei kicked the pebble harder.
âIâm fine. I donât need help,â She focused really hard on a second kick that sent it across the crosswalk right before a car drove by.
âThatâs true, you are really smart,â MK smiled at her but she ignored it, looking both ways before crossing the street, which MK quickly followed.
Mei continued kicking the rock.
âThe test is also stuff I mostly knew from my old schoolâ which means you must really, really know it if youâve been here for so long,â MK continued trying to be all light hearted and stuff, but it just made Meiâs skin crawl, and for once in her life, she was relieved when they arrived at the school.
Instead of leaving the rock, she picked it up and put it in her skirt pocket.
Mei then looked around the yard, seeing some kids playing hopscotch, others doing homework, and a few playing a trading card game. However, Mei couldnât have been less interested in any of that and so just made her way to Miss Yangâs classroom, which MK scurried to follow like a lost little duck.
Mei greeted the teacher with nothing more than a curt bow before going to her desk, immediately taking out a pencil from her bag and drawing on a crack in the wood.
âMei, youâre going to get in trouble for drawing on the desks again,â MK whispered, glancing at Miss Yang, but she was busy on her computer.
âYeah, yeah,â Mei huffed her bangs out of her eyes.
âMei, Pigsy really wouldnât like it ifââ
âWhy do you care so much about what he thinks now, hm? Youâre like some little goody-two-shoesâ makes me feel sick,â Mei rolled her eyes and scribbled harder.
MK didnât speak for the rest of the morning period.
Math breezed by uneventfully, with MK volunteering and getting answers wrong like he always did, and Mei trying to not let that annoy her. Reading was boring, science was alright, and then it was time for the history test.
Mei groaned as the âpass-er out-erâ handed her her paper, and a part of her thought about writing an insult, folding it into a paper airplane and sending it her teacherâs way, but the fact that Pigsy and MK would be disappointed in her? It was a bit much.
Well, MKâs whole thing felt like âa bit muchâ to be honest. Likeâ since when did he expect things from her? Why was he always wanting her to be on her âbest behaviorâ? Since when was he the leader here?
She thought again of her parentâs photo and felt her face get hot with shame as she looked down at her paper. She was immediately bombarded with dates and questions she couldnât remember if she tried, which only made her face get hotter and hotter. She glanced at MK, who seemed laser focused on the top question about Mao Zhedongâs birthday, and she looked away before he could look back.
Well⌠at least the test was multiple choice, so she had a 25% chance of getting right by guessing, so Mei filled out random answers before flipping her paper over and resting her head, waiting for the âpass-er out-erâ to become the âtake-er away-erâ.
After five or so minutes, MK coughed, and when Mei looked he was sliding his paper towards her. Mei glared at him, which just made him look confused which made her get more annoyed, and so Mei just closed her eyes once more.
It was another five or so minutes before their tests were taken away and they were dismissed for PE, which also went by uneventfullyâ until it was yard time.
Mei was still angry by the time they were released outside, and MK was still following her around because despite all that, she was all he had and he knew it.
And, well⌠that kind of went the other way around too.
But Mei wasn't in the mood for MK today, getting in line for tetherball, a game MK hated, and tapping her foot impatiently as she watched.
âUhâ Mei? I-I don't really⌠like this game, can we do something else?â MK asked, looking at the other students with unease.
âIt's not always about you, MK,â Mei said bitterly, making MK frown.
âWellâ yeah, I know, it's justâ can't we play something else? Like jump rope or wall ball or something?â MK offered.
âNope. Tetherball. You. Me,â Mei squinted at the red ball as class athlete, Kija, managed to successfully wrap it all the way around the pole, beating his opponent. Another boy rose up to the challenge, making Mei next.
âYou and me? That means you'd have to beat Kija,â MK pointed out.
Mei scoffed. âI've beaten him before, I'll be fine.â
âIf you say so,â MK eyed her a bit, but she didn't take her eyes off the ball, watching as Kija and the other boy went back and forth, back and forth, before Kija used both hands to shoot the ball at impossible heights for the average student to fight and he won yet again.
Mei smirked as she stepped up to the plate. âYou ready to dance, Kija?â
Kija laughed. âYou only won because the whistle blew.â
âKeep telling yourself that and maybe you'll finally get an award for being a ball hog,â Mei cracked her knuckles and Kija growled and served.
The two of them went back and forth, with Mei attempting an angle shot, but Kija managed to snag the chain since he was a bit taller than her. Thankfully though the chain was metal and in stopping her move his wrist was weakened, meaning Mei could go in for a fast ball. If he didn't recover in time, victory would be hers.
Kids watched in awe as Mei hit the ball with overwhelming speed and precision, and she laughed as Kija missed again and again until right at the last possible moment he managed to recover and struck back.
Some kids booed as Mei growled in frustration, hitting the ball as quick as she could, determined to teach this punk a lesson and wipe that stupid smug look off his face.
There was a bit of back and forth, with Mei getting dangerously close to losing her lead here and there but she remained vigilant. After five minutes of intense competition, she managed to wind the ball all the way around the pole and all the kids watching cheered in her honor.
âI don't hear any whistles this time, Kija,â Mei smirked and crossed her arms.
Kija growled. âYou're gonna regret that, pony girl,â He threatened, shoving her before storming away to play some other game.
Mei rolled her eyes, taking Kija's place and taking the ball as MK hesitated to step to the plate.
âC'mon, MK, we don't have all day,â she rolled her eyes.
âIâ do I really have to, Mei? Seeing you win was fun enough, but I don't reallyââ
âJust shut up and play, MK,â Mei glared, and MK stood upright in alarm.
She didnât even give him time to relax before she served, hitting the ball with all the rage and aggression in her heart, causing MK duck and cover his head.
âCâmon, MK, stop being such a coward!â Mei glared, hitting the ball again.
âMei, stop!â MK shouted at her.
Mei knew she should. That she was freaking MK out and it wasnât nice. That Pigsy might actually get mad at her if he knew. But her anger felt like a flame in her chest, and she hit the ball again.
âWoah, sheâs really going for it.â
âIs she glowing?â
âWhy doesnât Xiaotian fight back?â
âShe is glowing! Woah!â
âSomeone take a picture!â
Kids were gawking all around Mei, but she was still too angry to pay any attention to the green aura surrounding her and making her heart pound. This time when the ball came her way, Mei grabbed it point blank and let it go before grabbing MKâs collar and dragging him across the play yard until she reached the gate and shoved him against it.
âWhat the heck is wrong with you, MK?! Youâre acting like a crazy person!â Mei shouted at him.
âMe?!â MK was completely lost. âYouâre the one attacking me a-and acting like Iâm an evil clone or something!â
âYouâre the one whoâs all obsessed with being all goody-two-shoes-y and getting good grades and not fighting back! What happened?!â Mei twisted his collar tighter and her free hand curled into a fist.
âMei, stop! Please!â MK noticed and started to cry. âI-I just wanna be good f-for Pigsy! Promise!â
âStop lying! Thereâs more, there has to be,â Mei shook him and dared to raise her fist, making MK clench his eyes shut.
âI-I-Iâm not lying, Mei, I would never lie to you!â MK sobbed, sending waves of guilt crashing through Mei, but she remained in a fighting stance.
âWhatâs different, MK?! Hm? All studious, all perfect, thinking thatâll make him happy,â She growled and MK opened his eyes to look confused.
âH-huh? I-Iâm notâ Iâm not perfect, I just wanna be good âcuzââ MK glanced around at the other students, before looking back at Mei and deciding to whisper. ââCuz Pigsy, heâ Qiangâs Dadâ he threatened weâd be kicked out, a-and he said things, mean things, about his past a-and he cried, a-and I donâ wanna lose him too, Mei, I donâ wanna,â MK couldnât speak anymore, choking on his sobs, and Mei let go of his collar, allowing him to sink to the ground.
Meiâs anger evaporated in an instant, only leaving her with an empty, panicked feeling as her chest rose and fell at a feverish pace and kids started whispering around her again.
âAw man, she stopped glowingâŚâ
âWhat happened? Did she beat him?â
âGross! She looks like a demon!â
âI wanted them to fight!â
âThis was so lame.â
âTheir dad is that pig demon? No wonder.â
âBoo! I wanted to see her punch him!â
Mei stumbled back, finally noticing the hot tears streaming down her face. She looked down at her best friend, who brought his knees to his chest and just kept crying and crying and rocking back and forth. âMKâ Iâ we arenâtââ
Just then she remembered Pigsyâs words all those months ago and it echoed in her mind like a broken record.
âIf we slip up like thisâ get into one too many fights, or get the cops called too oftenâ then youâll probably never, ever see me or MK ever again.â
A soft ânoâŚâ escaped her lips and she fell to her knees, getting dirt all over her knee-high socks.
âI-Iâ I didnât meanâ I-I justâ Y-you wereâ but nowâ Mâso sorry MK, mâso, so sorry,â Mei began to weep and buried her head in her hands. âI-I ruined itâ I-I ruin everythingâ Mâso sorry.â
Mei continued to sob, but briefly stopped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She startled at first, until she realized it was MK, and hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.
âI-I donâ wanna lose Piggy either, MKâ mâso sorry,â She sniffled and tried to explain herself.
âI-itâs okayâ I justâ w-we canât be mean, you know? W-we need to be nice and happy for Piggy,â MK hugged her a little tighter, and she could tell he was shaking too.
âIâ yeah, weâ we can be good for âim, right? We can be good kids, I know we can,â Mei tried to smile but her bottom lip wobbled beyond her control so she squeezed MK tighter as he nodded in silent agreement.
She felt like such an idiot. What was she doing getting all mad at MK for? What did she hope to accomplish by threatening to punch him? She was supposed to be smarter than this, Pigsy already told her what would happen if she got too rowdy. She was supposed to have listened, but she never listened. Thatâs why her house burned down and thatâs why her parents were dead, she could never just listenâ
Theyâd probably get called to the office again. And then itâd be overâ itâd be one fight too many and Mei would never see MK or Pigsy or Mr. Tang ever again and be dragged to the bottom of the ocean to be with her weird mystical uncle or whatever.
âMâso sorry, MK, I didnât mean to, mâso sorry,â Mei repeated so quietly she wasnât sure he could hear over his own crying.
The pair of them stayed huddled by the fence crying until the whistle blew and the two of them wiped their faces and clothes as best they could and headed back to their classroom, praying to every god or star in the heavens that they wouldnât get called up and everything would be okay.
But, no. As soon as everyone was back in their seats and ready for their science class, there was a phone call and Mei and MK were sent down.
Mei kept her face stoic and unreadable, like she had practiced back with her parents despite wanting to cry. MK wasnât nearly as lucky though, since he had never practiced so his tears just streamed down in a hot mess and all Mei could do was hold his hand and urge him onward until they were waiting in the familiar chairs that shouldâve had a plaque with their names on it by now.
They werenât called in for a while, so Mei kept her eyes on the old clock as it ticked seconds away at an agonizing pace while holding MKâs hand.
After a while though, she whispered, âMâso sorry, MK⌠I didnât mean for this to happen.â
âI know, Mei, I know.â
Mei clenched her eyes shut and took a shaky breath. âIâll miss you.â
MK could only squeeze her hand and cry more.
After seven minutes, MK was called in first, though he almost refused to go in without Mei. They didnât have a choice though, and the two were separated.
Mei buried her head in her hands and stayed that way until it was her turn, only catching a glimpse of her best friend before heading in.
âMiss Long, I canât say itâs a pleasure to see you again this time,â Headmaster Jiangxi folded his hands and placed them on the table.
â...Are you gonna call Pigsy?â Mei asked, taking her seat.
âIt is school policy, Mei. You of all people should be very aware of thââ
âI didnât mean toâ!â Mei interrupted. âIt wasnât even a fight really, I was justâ I was so madâ Iâd never really hurt MK, not with what I know nowâ please donât tell CPS and have us separated or Piggy arrested or expel us, please, please, please, please,â Mei got on her knees and begged, clearly startling the man.
âMiss Long, thereâs no need for kowtowing, please,â He urged and Mei took her seat again, face red and hot.
Headmaster Jiangxi took a long breath. âMiss Long, we were never going to expel you or Mr. Qi over thisââ
âR-really? What about Mr. Tââ Mei slapped a hand over her mouth.
ââMr.â who?â The man looked at her with a hint of concern.
Mei lowered her eyes. âMK told me about something⌠Mr. Tao saidâŚâ
âAhâŚâ The headmaster glanced at his computer with unease. âI had a feeling something like that would occur. I meant to send an email to dissuade him from presenting, butâŚâ he shook his head. âNo matter now, thereâs no need for Mr. Tao to know. You said it yourself, it never turned into a fight, did it?â
Mei shook her head. âI just got really, really madâ some kids even said I was glowing, but I didnât mean to! I swear, I was never gonna actually hurt MK, I justâ I was so madâŚâ
Headmaster Jiangxi nodded to himself as she spoke, typing a few things into his computer and clicking some others. âAm I correct in assuming youâre very familiar with the schoolâs policy on bullying and violence?â
âYeah, I remember breaking Qiangâs nose,â Mei confirmed, trying not to smile at the memory.
âIn normal circumstances, the two of you would be given lunch detention for a week, on top of a phone call home, but seeing as there was no actual fighting between the two of you and all has already been resolved I see no need for this to go on any recordsâ so long as you swear to be on your best behavior for the rest of the school year, understood Miss Long?â Headmaster Jiangxi gave her a look and Meiâs jaw dropped.
âIâ yes sir! I promise! Iâll be the best darn kid in this whole academy, I wonât let you down, I promise,â Mei couldnât help but beam.
âDonât get too excited yet, Miss Long. We still have more to discuss,â He reminded, and Mei forced herself to sit back and tried to take a breath, though couldnât stop her legs from swinging happily.
She waited as he typed a few more things, clicked a dozen more, typed a bit more, and took another breath.
âYour⌠âglowingâ... is that something you can control?â He asked.
âOh, um⌠I mean it really only happens when Iâm really, really scared or angry. Iâm just surprised my âinner dragonâ didnât make an appearance too, haha,â She tried to laugh, but Headmaster Jiangxi clearly didnât find it funny.
âRight⌠Well, rumors like that are going to be hard to quell, Miss Long, especially with your guardian situation,â He explained.
âBut itâs because Iâm a dragon, not because Iâm a demon. Iâm not going to hurt anyone,â Mei frowned.
âI know, Miss Long, butâ wellâ you have brought harm to students in the pastââ
âQiang deserved it,â She muttered.
Her principal gave her a look. âIâm not saying he didnât, but what I am saying is that I recommend you get this anger of yours under control before it grows beyond my control, understood?â
Mei slowly nodded. âYeah, I think I get it.â
âYouâre a smart girl, Miss Long. You can go on to do many great and important things like your parents always dreamed; you just have to make the right choices,â The man smiled at her softly, and Mei felt her stomach drop.
âR-right, yes. I canâ I will. I promise,â Mei stood and bowed.
âIâm glad we could come to an understanding, Miss Long. Your family has always been good to this academy and it would be a shame for us to part,â He nodded at her.
âYes sir, I understand,â Mei nodded back, fiddling with her skirt. âAm I free to go, sir?â
The headmaster nodded once again. âHave a good day, Miss Long.â
âYou too, Headmaster Jiangxi,â Mei meant it as she bowed yet again and stepped back into the outside world.
Well that was strange. But hey, Mei would take what she could get, especially if it meant they werenât going to be separated after all.
Mei said a quick prayer to her ancestors as a âthank youâ, and hurried back to class.
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The rest of the day was as Headmaster Jiangxi had warned. Students whispered and kept looking back at MK and Meiâ especially stupid Qiangâ but Mei was okay because she and MK werenât going anywhere and that meant there was nothing they could do to hurt her.
During the cleaning period, MK and Mei stayed by each other's sides and swept the classroom in complete silence, which got them a compliment from Miss Yang. It was equally strange for the both of them, but it was a strange day.
Both of them were flooded with relief when the bell finally rang and they were free to board the city bus and ride to Pigsyâs Noodles.
âSo⌠what did Headmaster Jiangxi say to you?â Mei asked, adjusting her backpack as she looked out the window.
âHe had a lot of questions I couldnât answer for a while because I⌠just kinda kept crying and begging not to be taken away, haha,â MK admitted, messing with the carpeted seating. âHe said he wouldnât call Piggy though, and after that I was able to explain how you were just having a bad day and you didnât even hurt me and weâre okay now, you know?â
âAhhh, yeah that explains it,â Mei pieced together. âI was wondering why he was so mellow about the whole thing. I guess I owe you one.â
MK laughed a little. âMaybe⌠but Iâm just glad weâre okay and Pigsyâs okay too.â
âYeah, me tooâŚâ Mei looked down. âI⌠I really messed up. I donât know why I got so angry, I justâ I donât know⌠I guess some part of me thinks Pigsy likes you more than me and you switching to act all good and quiet kinda threw me, mâsorry,â she confessed.
âHey, itâs okay,â MK smiled and held her hand. âIâm not mad at you or anything, I really shouldâve said something sooner about Mr. Tao, but⌠yeah,â he laughed a little, which Mei copied.
âStill friends?â Mei asked, offering her hand to shake.
âThe bestest,â MK shook it and the two of them smiled and laughed the rest of the bus ride before arriving at the familiar noodle shop.
âHey, you two,â Pigsy smiled as they walked in, drying off a glass with a rag like everything was perfectly fine. âHowâd the test go?â
âOh, rightâ that did happen today,â Mei completely forgot about everything before recess.
Pigsy raised an eyebrow. âBusy day?â
MK and Mei exchanged a look. âYou⌠could say that.â
This, of course, just made Pigsy even more confused.
âWhy? What happened? Some kids get into a fight or something?â Pigsy guessed, moving on to drying off a bowl.
Mei shook her head. âNot really, but it did get kinda close.â
âYeah, but everythingâs okay now and no one really got hurt,â MK smiled at her.
âAh, I see,â Pigsy nodded to himself. âI gotta say, it is kind of refreshing to hear about kids getting into fights that arenât you two,â He laughed a little.
âI beat Kija in tetherballâ!â Mei blurted out, immediately diverting the conversation.
âReally? Thatâs impressive, kiddo. Congrats,â Pigsy gave her a smile before going to put the bowl and cup away.
âSmooth,â MK whispered and Mei rolled her eyes, pushing him a little.
It wasnât long after that that Mr. Tang came back from a long day of studying, and soon the conversation became all about him and the Monkey Kingâ not that Mei minded by any means.
Because this was normal for them. This was right for them.
Things were so right and normal right now and Mei wouldnât give that up for the world.
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Your response to my poll made me realize another question: what even is considered a theme nowadays?
Like, the Disneyland Railroad certainly feels themed, but at the same time lacks a lot of things generally associated with a themed ride now--deep lore, specific characters, IP connection, etc. Likewise other "environmental" type rides like the Rivers of America attractions and the Peoplemover. Is detailed ambient environment enough for a theme?
I feel like the IP-mania of current parks has really affected the concept of a "themed attraction", as now there seems to be the expectation that a ride connects to a larger story rather than being an experience on its own. There also simultaneously seems to be an "E tickets only" mindset where it's about putting everything into one or two star attractions while cutting out anything more "environmental" or "ambient" (I'm thinking especially of the cut Bantha Peoplemover for Galaxy's Edge).
I was curious if you had any thoughts on that front.
To me, the themes in a theme park revolve around setting and mood. As narrative art forms go, theme park rides aren't good at delivering a plot centered on complex characters--they just don't have the time for that. But because riders are there, physically present in the scenes, they're gangbusters at delivering emotional beats and sensory immersion*. I think it's a pity that the OG Imagineers used words like "storytelling" to convey this sense of design, because now everyone misunderstands it to mean that a themed ride should have a specific plot, and none of the OG Imagineers are present any longer to correct them.
I'm old enough to remember when all the really top-notch attractions revolved around original themes and film IP was at "C-ticket"** or lower. You didn't go to Disneyland because there was a hot new ride based on a hot new movie--you went because it was Disneyland and there were all these amazing and unique rides under one roof, so to speak. I cannot figure out when and how and why the public's expectations shifted so that they thought the place ought to begin and end with film IP. I know Eisner made that lame soundbite about "turning movies into rides" sometime in the 80s, but did that drive the expectations or was he responding to something that was already in the air?
*I'm honestly getting kinda tired of this word, especially insofar as it implies it is entirely the theme park's responsibility to facilitate your suspension of disbelief and if you have to engage your own imagination to that end at any point, it's not "immersive" enough. I'm using it slightly differently in the sentence though so that's okay.
**We need better terminology for grading attractions. The ticket books haven't been used in over 40 years and the letter grades of given attractions were never fixed.
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Blitz and Stolas sat at the only table in the room, forced there together by fate, destiny, and some f**ker who thought it'd be funny. They hadn't really spoken since they ended the full moon arrangement, and suddenly they were stuck here together, locked in a room.
âYou know, I- Aw, sh*t!â Blitz knocked over the candelabra on the table and a small fire began on the tablecloth. Much to Stolas's delight, Blitz tore off his coat and was right about to start pounding the candelabra to put out the fire, when suddenly an arm scooped it out of the way, and sprayed the table with a fire extinguisher, getting the foam all over Blitz in the process.
"Woah, there! That was a close one!" A robo fizz in a suit came out of nowhere. "My apologies, gentleman. Let me fix that for you."
"Oh c****t on a stick, not another one of you f**kers." Blitz said as the robot effortlessly replaced the tablecloth, candelabra, and menus, putting the ruined ones on a cart beside them.
The robot grinned disturbingly wide, âNow, now. I am entirely my own bot, so whatever experiences you have had in the past, should not apply to me. So, are we ready to order?â
Blitz, still standing from his seat, jabbed a finger at the faux fizzarolli, âYou listen here, you low-grade piece of scrap, you had better turn right back around, tell whoever the f**k your master is to let us out, or I will tear off your arms, tie them together, and shove them up-â
The robot backed up in response, putting itâs hands in front of him as a blockade, âWoah there, buddy! R-relax! No need to-â
âHang on, just a g**d*mn minute!â Blitz grabbed it by the collar, and pinched itâs cheek, âFizza-f**king-rolli, you trapped us in here?!â
âI-I-I assure you, sir, a-a-as realistic as I was made to seem, I am only a replica of the real thing.â The ârobotâ began to sweat.
âSticking to the lie, huh? Tell me, are you s*xbots ticklish?â Blitz said as he went for Fizzâs sides.
He let out a high pitched squeak and fell to the ground, Blitz followed, still tickling his waist, âOkay! O-okay! I give up! F**k!â He said between laughs.
Stolas looked between the two men feeling confused, and maybe just a twinge jealous.
âGood. Now let us out. You will have some explaining to do later, but right now I just want to get Loona back home before it gets dark.â Blitz stopped tickling Fizz, but still straddled him.
âOh come on! We had this whole thing planned. At least stay and chat with your birdie over dinner.â Fizz urged.
Blitz let out an exasperated sigh, âNo, Fizz. I am not staying here for one more minute with that pretentious owl. Okay? Enough of your bullsh*t.â
âOh, you wanna talk about bullsh*t? How come we set up this whole romantic atmosphere for you guys and all you can do is sit in silence? You guys are both dying to talk about your feelings, but you say nothing!â Fizz slithered out from under him and sat up.
âMy g** Fizz you really donât know when to mind your own business, do you? There are no-" Blitz's sighed, his face blushed a little as he looked at the ground. Then remembering who's fault all this was, got back at it, "No feelings to talk about, okay?!â Blitz grabbed the jester by the shirt and shook him a little, his bells jingling, âYou can lock us in a gaudy *ss room, with all the f**king candles you could fit in one of your boyfriendâs condoms, but nothing is going to convince me to go out with a binge drinking, kinky *ss doormat who canât call someone daddy without thinking of his own neglectful father and is weirdly clingy with his daughter 'cause she's the only good thing in his life-â
âBlitz, Iâm pretty sure you just described yourself.â Fizz pointed out, but Blitz ignored him.
âI mean, what did you expect?! For me to burst out into song, proclaiming my undying love?! Get real. Even if we started dating, it wouldn't be long before he realizes that Iâm just a pathetic excuse of a demon, and heâll regret all the sacrifices he would've had to make for to be with me. In the end, Iâll just end up ruining someone elseâs life! It always ends the same! Just like you said, I will die alone!" He was crying, head down, tears dripping onto Fizzâs shirt, which he was still clutching onto.
Fizz watched the tears stream down his face, "I never said tha-"
"It doesn't matter, Fizz. Nothing matters. And there's nothing you can say or do will convince me to tell him how I feel.â
â. . . I think you just did.â Fizz said, and they both looked over to Stolasâs direction, but found him gone, a portal left open by the table, âAh, f**k!â
âHe couldâve made one of those the whole time!â Blitz stood up and shouted.
âThatâs not the point, idiot! He probably left after hearing all the sh*t you said about him.â Fizz went up to him and smacked his shoulder.
â. . . Ah, f*ck.â Blitz covered his face with both his hands, and dragged them down, so done with himself.
Fizz sighed, âYou dumb*ss.â
Read More of The Pompous and the Prick: a Stolasxblitz fanfiction here. Chapter 15 is out now!
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