#gotta study for national exams

[valdrift]

Any estimations of if/when commissions are opening back up?

im going to tentatively say some time in june ! i recently graduated from school and have been spending my time taking care of the lack of sleep and stress accumulated over the course of 2 years lol

[orcelito]

I went and did my exam (very thoroughly), got home and sorted out my finances + ordered groceries (bc I finally have some fucking money to buy them with), & then planned to write a bit and then do some chores. But then I just conked out lmao

It's been... a rough few days. I probably needed the rest.

[depressoesssspresso]

James Potter X Reader

Literally don’t know how to use this app🫶 not revised so oops

You were sitting in the Great Hall trying to get some homework done when James, Sirius, and Remus walked. Sirius was in the middle of telling some story about him and some girl he’s been messing around with when you looked up and greeted them with a smile. The three reciprocated the smile and James gave you a hug as he sat beside you.

“What are you working on?” Remus asked as he motioned to your work. You sigh and drop your shoulders as they’ve been tense from being hunched over for hours.

“Nothing really. Just studying for the potions exam,” You say and you leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Your head has been hurting for about a half an hour but you chose to ignore it. James leans his head on yours while rubbing your biceps in a comforting way. You rubbed your eyes and messaged your temples trying to relieve the tension.

“Are you alright?” James asks worriedly as he looks down at you. You sigh again melting more into his chest.

“Yeah, just tired” You answer with your eyes closed knowing what question he’s gonna ask next.

“Did you drink some water?” He questions.

“Did you drink some water?” You mouth along with him, smiling still with your eyes closed. Remus and Sirius laugh as James scoffs. You sit up and turn your him. He has a playful frown on his face and you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“That’s a little rude,” He says causing you to smile even wider. You can tell he’s fighting back a smile. Sirius lets out a playful groan.

“Here we go,” He mumbles to Remus who’s watching the couple in amusement.

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery my love,” You argue while pinching his cheeks causing his glasses to slightly slide down the bridge of his nose. He scoffs again and turns to his friends. He sides eyes you and releases the smile he’s been holding back.

“Anyways, Sirius don’t forget we have practice today for our game on Friday,” James says as Sirius rolls his eyes.

“How could I forget? You reminded me twice when we were walking here,” Sirius says as Remus laughs.

“Is today National Bully James Day?” James asks while dramatically looking around. You lean across the table towards Sirius as if you were about to tell him a secret.

“It’s okay Siri. James’ memory isn’t what it used to be. Sometimes he asks me where he misplaced his wand while it’s in his hand,” You jokingly whisper as you shot a quick teasing look at him.

“That happened one time. And it’s because I was in a rush to make it to practice, Y/N. If I remember correctly—which a matter of fact I do— I was to busy comforting a certain someone that I would still love them if they were a worm,” James protest as Remus and Sirius howl with laughter at the confession. You stick your tongue out at him which he does the same.

“I think the better question, Y/N, is would he love you if you never existed,” Remus pipes in, loving the opportunity to subtly piss his friend off. Sirius hums in agreement. You turn to James and raise an eyebrow.

“Well, are you not going to answer Jamie?” You teasingly asked with your arms crossed. James sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Bloody hell, not this shit again,” He says causing you to squint your eyes at him. “ First I gotta love her when she’s a caterpillar—“

“Worm,” Sirius corrects loving the look of frustration on his best mates face.

“—Whatever the hell. Now I got to love her when she doesn’t exist?” James asks incredulously. You gasp at his answer.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Potter?” You interrogate the raven haired boy. You knew at this point that you weren’t getting on his nerves. You knew that you were tap dancing on the poor boys nerves. But it was in good and fun. Always in good and fun. He takes a deep breath and shoots you the most sarcastic but loving smile. He holds up on palm in front of his face as if he’s reading something causing you to burst out laughing.

“I, James Potter, would love Y/N L/N in any shape or form, including non existing form,” He says in a monotony tone, “ My life would lack all meaning without her.”

“She is the blessing of my existence,” you whisper encouragingly.

“She the bane of my existence,” he teases in the same tone as he continues to “read” off his hand.

“I love her a lot,” Remus chimes in for James to say.

“She the love of my life,” James adds.

“I cried myself to sleep after she told me that she’s spending Christmas morning with her folks and will be coming over in the evening rather than spending the whole day with me,” Sirius teases as James gasped as if he betrayed him. Your eyes bulge as everyone except James laughed.

“Hey! That did not happen,” James protests and he playfully glares at Sirius. Sirius shoot him back a look.

“Uh yes it did. Did you forget we spent the holidays together? You told me—“ Sirius begins as James cuts him off.

“IN CONFIDENCE!” James interjects before the two boys burst in laughter. You coo and hug James.

“It’s ok Prongs. Real men cry. It’s very..um..brave to be that vulnerable,” Remus playful comforts his friends who is slightly blushing at the revelation of how clingy he is with his girlfriend. Sirius snorts.

“Should have seen this one then, Moony. Sobbed like a fucking faucet, that one,” Sirius says as you giggle. James frowns.

“ Seriously is today Gang up on James for no reason day?” James mumbles and you turn to him.

“Aww Jamie,” You coo at your boy while affectionately rubbing his check, “ I think you’re very brave.” James smiles at you and puffs his chest. Ego obviously regrowing.

“ ‘course I am, darling,” He brags playfully flexing his muscles.

“So so brave. I mean, just look at your outfit,” You deadpan causing Sirius and Remus to burst out laughing. James abruptly stands up causing you to giggle.

“Come on Sirius, we have practice,” He huffs.

[mrhaitch]

Hihi! This is my first ever ask for you, and I’m quite nervous actually, (I was when I was sending one to Haitch too, I kinda look up to both of you in more ways than one and both of your writing makes my brain tingle✨)

So, my question is more along the lines of seeking your opinion as I feel, you might be the best person who can answer this. (Haitch is welcome to answer it too…I will def appreciate it)

So, being a straight-A student all my life, I made the people around me surprised and kinda miffed when I announced that I wanted a degree in English literature, when any college possible was readily accepting me for any degree in science (which the people around me were subtly nudging me towards. I mean I’m an Asian..it’s a given that they expected me to inevitably go for the most obvious choice)

After six years of grueling and being told over and over that my career has no fruitful future in my country, and an undergrad degree later, I am just a year away from completing and getting a masters degree in English literature. And the self doubt is finally setting in. There are moments where I feel like is it even worth it? Because my end goal is to become a professor.

And I know that it’s gonna be a mediocre pay—which is not the source of my worries, honestly I love literature too much to care—the thing that worries me is, the amount of time it’s gonna take to reach the said end goal.

See, in my country, you gotta clear a national level competitive exam to get a chance to even be an assistant professor in any university. The pass rate is low so to speak. And then I gotta start my PhD. So the thing that scares me is, what If after so much toiling and feeling like I’ve been doing nothing but study, for the entirety of my life, what if I end up actually hating the thing I love?

I just can’t help but feel a bit lost, and I’m scared about losing face in front of the people I stood up against. So as a person who has been a professor—of English literature no less— I need you to lay it straight to me.

Is it worth it? Should I keep going? Because to be honest, keeping my worries aside, I have been eagerly looking forward to that little me I envisioned doing something I love.

Because all this endless studying (I’ve also been trying to learn French since the last 4 years) is giving me a little burnout.

Okay. First things first, take a deep breath as it sounds like you're putting yourself under a lot of pressure so take a moment.

Academia is highly demanding, competitive, undervalued, and underpaid as career paths go. Much of the work you'll do (research, applying for grants, etc) will be unpaid and you'll do it for the love of it, and because it's the only way to secure and keep your job. I'm still very early in my career - I taught for two years and still haven't secured a permanent post as my publishing record still isn't to the required standard. It's likely that I'll be spending the next two to five years undertaking unpaid research, pursuing publications, and attending conferences in my own time and with my own money - all with the hope it'll get me a permanent position.

It still might not.

Even if I do succeed what awaits me is an ever dwindling pension rate, the promise of grotesque levels of overwork and an ever diversifying workload where academics are being required to take on more and more administrative tasks, ON TOP of their research, teaching, and pastoral responsibilities.

And no one will thank me - in the UK academics are heavily criticised by the press and the public at large.

But I'll still do it, I'll still chase it.

The main question is why? (Or as I had to say in terrible workshops I was forced to run in my previous job: 'what's your why?')

Academia is like healthcare, or policing, or social work, or any traditional vocational role: you tend to already know if it's what you want, and what you're going to push yourself beyond all reason to get to. You know it's hard, and unpleasant, and thankless, but part of you doesn't care - you'll likely do it anyway.

Burn out is a risk, as it is with any demanding career paths. You'll likely have many moments where you'll want to quit, or take up sewing, or anything at all that isn't what you're currently doing. There'll also be moments where it all feels worth it - looking out across a classroom and seeing a student fully understand what you're saying, that they get it; or having colleagues read your work and engage with it like it's a valuable contribution; or speaking in front of an engaged audience who value and appreciate what you're doing.

I have no definitive answers for you. I don't know your situation, I don't know your country or what the academic culture is there - I can only speak from my own experiences and from what I know.

What I can say is this: if this is what you want, truly and deeply, then go in with both eyes open. Never forget the challenges or the problems, never let yourself be lulled into a fantasy: know what you're doing and your reasons for doing it. Do it because you love it, because you'll need that love. Do it because you have something to say, something to put out into the world because that will be the thing that keeps you going when it's hard.

If this is what you want, be prepared to fail and fail often. Be prepared to be frustrated, and for people to suggest you quit and try something else (they mean well, mostly).

But also be prepared to be utterly smitten with and moved by your work, by your students, by that feeling of contributing to the ever deepening well of human knowledge. It's beautiful, it's bad, but it's beautiful.

[lbxbx]

I MISSED YOU TOO OMG.

I had my exam few days ago and it went pretty well but given the compitition and low selection ratio it gets tricky

About the exam I don't think so cuz it's a national level exam and the body that conducts the exam has denied all the unfair means. So lot of people are planning to go to court about it lol. It's messy and the only way a re exam is declared is through the court. Legal proceedings take time and it's honestly a mess. Plus when I wrote the exam almost 2.5 million candidates were there so conducting such a huge exam again is a hassle.

Honestly all of it has sort of made me give up on med school. Like it's just so frustrating. I did work hard but it wasn't enough. Also the system it's frustrating too. Like to get somewhere either you gotta be top 1% smart or filthy rich so you can hack the system. I am neither so it sucks.

How are you???? What have you been upto sjsksksks???

I can tell the screwed up system is everywhere, med school entrance fees in my country are crazy expensive so only rich people can afford.

There are like 6 subjects that all university students have to take like basic english language and computer skills and political studies so med students have to pay the highest price to take those subjects even when other students from other majors pay a lower price, it’s just so unfair that people have to give up their dreams cause they can’t afford it.

I’m doing pretty well, my work is killing me i used to have two days off a week but now i have only fridays off, i’m truly exhausted and i can’t find the time to do anything else, but i’m trying to cope and manage my time 🥴

Take care pookie bear and keep me updated when they finally decide something about that stupid exam 🥱

[agentstarkid]

1 STEP FORWARD, 3 STEPS BACK ✦ LN4

✦ debrief: Part-time champion, full-time young university student juggling the pressures of exams, a social life, and being an elite athlete, all while navigating growing feelings for a charming race car driver. Despite their playful and flirty exchanges, she's is unsure if he feels the same way.

✦ pairing: lando norris x karateka!reader

✦ checkered flag: 4.7k words

✦ pit board: female!reader, latina!reader, no use of Y/N, no use of physical description, terrible awful flirting, mutual pinning, extremely stupidly oblivious idiots in love (and it's only getting started), long distance conversations, time zones and fucked timelines, a few time jumps, anxious thoughts, slow burn (my honest attempt at it), angst if you squint.

✦ may's radio: Holiiii! This is me, talking to you guys from hell, where I've been at this past month so if you typically lurk, ethically you have to tell me your thoughts on this one :) have a little mercy on my soul—and my brain. Fun fact: when I started this, I had nothing planned (a special shout-out to tally for convincing me not to delete this completely <3). I guess having a master degree in overthinking everything with a major in anxious thoughts and a minor in being awkward around cute boys, helped me with this 🤷🏾‍♀️ I do have something planned for a possible part 3 tho 👀 but dude (affectionate), you need to let me know if you'd be interested in reading that. I hope you like this,,, if you don't,,, well, fuck.

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The day had begun like any other for her, filled with intense training sessions and a relentless drive to improve. She started with her morning classes, which took up her whole morning and part of the afternoon—because sadly, in Latin America you can’t make a life out of sports if it isn’t fútbol, and a girl’s gotta eat—, then she made her way to her dojo, the familiar scent of tatami mats and the echo of kiais providing a comforting routine. The afternoon was dedicated to refining her kata, each movement executed with precision and grace, as her sensei observed with a keen eye. 

Welcome to Karate 101 with the Champ!—There are two types of Karate: Traditional and Sport. Traditional karate is a lifetime study and pursuit. It emphasizes the development of the mind and body through rigorous training in techniques, forms (kata), and self-defense, adhering to the art's philosophical and ethical principles. It prioritizes discipline, respect, and personal growth, with a strong emphasis on precise techniques and form. Sport karate, on the other hand, is more competition-oriented, with a focus on sparring (kumite) and performance in tournaments. The techniques in sport karate are often adapted for speed and scoring points, sometimes at the expense of traditional form.

There’s an unwritten rule in this world: you can either be good at Kumite or Kata, or none of them. You can’t compete on both—truthfully, a great percentage of karatekas only master one of them in their lives, and it’s kumite.— But there are always exceptions to the rule—kind of—. She didn’t want to be good at just one thing and be content with that. Nah. If she was going to excel at this, she was going to excel at every aspect of it. So, she was the exception. She didn’t compete in kata internationally—it takes a whole different training method and it is way more demanding— but that doesn’t mean she didn’t do it nationally. 

She was #1 in the National Ranking in both Kata and Kumite. So, she uses her time at the dojo to refine her technique, and the national team to hone her speed and precision—Anyways, back to our regular schedule.

Afterward, she transitioned to the gym, where she focused on strength training, pushing her body to its limits with weights and conditioning exercises. Her muscles burned with exertion, but she relished the feeling, knowing it made her stronger and more resilient.

By the night, she was with the national team, the atmosphere charged with competitive energy. They ran through drills, sparred, and honed their strategies, each session bringing them closer to their collective goals. It was exhausting but fulfilling work, a testament to her dedication and passion. 

And that was a constant cycle she went through each day.

But today was a Friday. So later she’d get home, take a nice and hot shower, and get some well-deserved sleep. The Nationals were this weekend, so she needed to be at her best.

During a brief break, she checked her phone and found a text from Lando. And the corner of her lips lifted a tiny bit. They had been texting quite a lot lately, after the World Championship almost three months ago, and having meet up during his summer break to sign her contract with Quadrant and shoot a few promotional photos and videos in Miami—where she got to meet Max and Ria, the latter welcomed her with excitement whilst Max kept throwing her praise disguised as teasing. All in good fun though— friendly exchanges that had become a welcome part of her day. His messages were always light-hearted, often filled with playful teasing, yet they remained professional and platonic, of course. Because technically, he was her boss, but she thought it was nice to have someone to share a laugh with amidst her rigorous schedule. Someone who understood her lifestyle.

“Hey champ, how's the training going? Kicked anyone's butt today? 😜”

She recalled him mentioning staying in Monaco during his off-week before the next race—Well, he might have sent her a couple of photos of the city while he went about his daily routine, but that was only because she's never been to Monaco before, and she might have mentioned that she wishes to go one day during one of their texts, and he was just being a nice and considerate friend because that’s totally what normal friends do, okay?—, and if her maths were mathing, wasn't it around midnight for him right now?. Why was he still awake so late?. None of your business, girl. That funny feeling she’s got in her tummy lately appeared once again. Hmm, it’s just the way her stomach reminds her of how she can’t digest emotions, and her mid-term exams are just around the corner. It’s just that. Hot girlies have tummy problems, am I right? Nothing more and nothing less. But either way, she smiled at his message, quickly typing a reply.

“Holiii! Training is intense as always. No butt-kicking today, just a lot of sweat and hard work. How about you? Getting ready to race in Baku?”

She could see the three dots dancing on her screen.

“Born ready. Got used to the champagne showers already 😜” came the first text, followed by “Bet you’re still kicking ass as usual. Remember to leave some energy for the big day!”

“Always! Gotta stay sharp. And you, don’t crash any cars before your race lol”

“No promises! 😂 just kidding. Seriously though, you’re going to do great. Can’t wait to see you in action again.” 

Her heart warmed at the last sentence. Despite the playful tone, she could sense the genuine support behind his words. Their friendship had become a cherished part of her life, providing a welcome distraction from the rigors of training and competition.

As the final session wrapped up, she felt a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. Her body ached, but it was the kind of ache that came from knowing she had given her all. She gathered her things, exchanged a few words with her coach and teammates, and headed home.

Once she got under her covers, her phone buzzed again. 

“Hope you’re getting some rest now. Big day tomorrow. Remember, you’re a champ. You’ve got this."

She smiled at the message, feeling a flutter of excitement and something else—a sense of connection. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed her reply.

“Thanks, Lando. Means a lot.” Was it too forward to add a little red heart emoji at the end? She sends it to her friends all the time, so it wouldn’t mean anything if she sent it to him, right? He was her friend. And leaving the text like that seemed too dry, and she was actually grateful for his support. Her thumb hovered over the emoji for a few minutes, and she could see the “Online” under his name. Did he have her chat open, waiting for her reply? Surely not. Agh, get a fucking grip, girl. 

Fuck it. 

Red heart emoji. 

Sent.

Followed by a quick “Night!” and her phone was thrown far away from her. As she closed her eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her—after her racing heart decided to calm down. The day had been long and tiring, but the support from Lando made it all worthwhile. She drifted off to sleep, and if that night she dreamed of brown curls, green-gray eyes that wrinkled with a smile while cheering her on…she'd never tell.

On Sunday night she was still riding the high of her victories. Three katas and four kumites later, she had secured gold medals in both. 

Sitting on her bed, she scrolled through the photos from the competition, selecting her favorites for an Instagram post. She put together a collage that captured the essence of the day, and with a satisfied smile, she posted the collage with a caption expressing her gratitude and pride.

Barely ten minutes had passed when her phone buzzed with a text.

“Knew you'd win everything. Never doubted it for a second. Congrats, champ! 🥇🥇”

Her heart skipped a beat, a smile spreading across her face as she read his message. His unwavering confidence in her had been a constant source of motivation.

“Thanks, Lando! It still feels unreal. Both kata and kumite golds!”

“That's amazing! I knew you could do it ���️🎉🍾” 

Red heart emoji.

Red. fucking. heart emoji.

Her brain glitched for a second and her heart raced faster than the cars he drives. A la mierda, it doesn’t mean anything. The constant battle between the rational part of her brain and the delusional part was starting to be tiring. Sure, she found him to be cute—handsome—but we’re talking about the millionaire F1 driver, Lando Norris. She wasn’t dumb, she knew—and heard—of his preferences. Models, influencers, you name it. She wasn’t any of that. 

It was fine. It was just a crush. He was being nice to her, a good friend, and her heart mistook that for something else. But it was fine. She’d get over it in time, she was sure of it. Wouldn't be the first time her heart had a lapse in judgment.

Her phone buzzed again with another text from Lando.

“Hey, I'm on Twitch streaming right now. Mind if I facetime you to show my fans your medals? They'd love to see a champion! 😊”

She chuckled at his enthusiasm, feeling a mix of excitement and slight nervousness at the thought of being on his stream. But the idea of sharing her achievement with more people, especially through Lando's platform, was appealing.

She frantically tried to fix her recently-washed hair as best as she could in the few seconds she had, and as she grabbed her medals, her phone rang with the FaceTime call. The screen lit up with Lando’s face, framed by a black sweater and a light blue beanie. She couldn’t help but think that he looked so cozy and adorable.

“Hola, champ!” Lando greeted her with a wide smile. “Look who it is, everyone! Our two-time gold medalist!”

She waved at the camera, feeling a bit shy but also thrilled. “Hi, everyone!”

Lando turned his phone to the screen, showing the chat blowing up with excited comments. “Chat, isn’t she amazing? Two gold medals in one day! Show them the bling!”

She blushed, holding up her medals to show the camera. “Thank you! It was a tough competition, but I’m really happy with how it went.”

The chat on Lando's stream exploded with congratulations and questions, and she could see the genuine excitement on Lando's face. “See, chat? Hard work and dedication. That's what it takes to be a champion. ”

Lando continued to gush about her achievements, his admiration clear in his voice. “Guys, you have no idea how amazing she is. Winning gold in both kata and kumite is no small feat. And she’s a World Champion! She's a phenomenal athlete and a total inspiration. I mean, just look at those medals!” He turned his camera back to himself. “We’re so proud to have her as part of the Quadrant family.”

The chat was flooded with messages from fans, many of them picking up on his obvious admiration.

“Someone's got a crush 😏”, “Lando's blushing! 😂”, “She's awesome! You should bring her on more often!” were a few of the thousands of comments that flooded the chat.

Lando laughed, slightly flustered by the comments. “Alright, alright, calm down, chat. I'm just really proud of her, okay? And she’s putting Quadrant on the top of the podiums. She's worked so hard for this, and she deserves all the recognition.”

He quickly moved on to another topic, but the teasing from his fans continued in the chat. Despite his attempts to stay professional, it was clear to everyone watching that he held a special admiration for her.

After the stream ended, she received another text from the British driver.

“Thanks for doing that! You were great. And sorry about my fans, they can be a bit much sometimes 😂"

“No worries! It was fun. And thanks for the kind words 😊”

“Just speaking the truth. Anyway, enjoy the rest of your night, champ. You’ve earned it.”

She double tapped the text and set her phone down again, she couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of Lando's support and the playful teasing from his fans. It had been an incredible day, and sharing it with the curly-haired driver had made it even more special.

Time felt like a paradox during exam season at school. It dragged on with agonizing slowness when she was buried in textbooks, each minute stretching into an eternity as she tried to absorb complex theories and formulas. Yet, at the same time, it raced by too quickly, with deadlines looming ever closer, leaving her breathless and panicked. 

Being in her 20s added another layer of chaos, as she juggled the demands of a social life that promised both relief and distraction—but being honest, that part of her life was almost non-existent—, and the rigorous training schedule required to maintain her status as an elite athlete. Every day felt like a tightrope walk, balancing precariously between academic responsibilities, the desire for a fulfilling personal life, and the relentless pursuit of athletic excellence. It was a struggle to keep all these aspects of her life in harmony, and sometimes it felt like she was failing in all of them, despite giving her best effort.

“Sometimes you gotta close a door to open a window.” as her sensei would say to her sometimes, in a way to share a little bit of his wisdom—and if she knew those were actual song lyrics, she’d never tell him. He really liked Tyler, The Creator.

But she took it as a reminder that sometimes, you have to let go of one part of your life to succeed in another, and that’s okay. Sacrificing a social outing to prepare for an important exam, or skipping a training session to recover mentally, are tough but necessary choices. It was a difficult balance, but understanding that it's alright to prioritize and make these sacrifices helped her navigate through the chaos—even if sometimes she was too stubborn to make those choices.

But sometimes, having a boy with a friendly smile—and genuine nature endearing him to all who crossed his path—sending her memes or funny videos at any moment of the day, helped to let go of that chaos for a few minutes. 

Lando had a way of making her laugh, even on her most stressful days. His messages would pop up at the most unexpected times—and with more frequency these past couple of weeks—, pulling her out of the depths of her study-induced despair. She would smile, sometimes even giggle, at the silly videos or witty memes he sent. It was a small escape, a breath of fresh air in an otherwise suffocating routine. There were moments where she couldn’t help but wonder why he chose to reach out to her directly. The Quadrant group chat housed both the creators and the athletes, yet Lando seemed to reserve a special connection just for her.

Did he really have to send her that selfie looking all cute and disheveled? And the memes—oh, the memes—each one funnier and more endearing than the last. She was convinced he had a secret stash of them just to keep her in a constant state of emotional turmoil.

On one particularly exhausting evening, she was sitting on one of the campus’ tables, buried in her notes for an upcoming exam that was just two hours away.  The sun was shining, students were milling about, and her mind was focused on last-minute revisions when suddenly, her phone buzzed with a text. Surprise, surprise! It was none other than Mister Lando Norris.

She opened their chat and a meme of a cat looking overwhelmed stared back at her with the caption: “Me trying to understand how my new kitchen works 😆”. She chuckled, shaking her head at his antics. She waited a few minutes before replying back; she didn’t want to seem too eager either. She still had a little bit of dignity; she once threw herself over her bed and landed on her back on the floor, trying to reach her phone when he called, but no one needed to know that.

“Lol! That’s me right now, trying to cram all this info. Thanks for the laugh! 😂” She decided to share a bit of her current situation with him, snapping a photo of her study notes. “Current state of chaos. If I fail, I’m blaming you for distracting me. 😉”

That was too forward, wasn’t it? Fuck, it was! Why did she have to make things awkward? He probably won't reply now. The inner skin of her cheek became the victim of her teeth, her hands started to get a little bit clammy holding her phone, and she was sure her heart started to beat over 80 beats per second. She meant well, just friendly banter, but now that she was reading it again, it did sound a little flirty—maybe unconsciously she did try to flirt, you all know that the heart wants what it wants, guys but… Mierda!!!—Now she was also sure he’d probably think she was too desperate and probably fire her from t—

Ding!

The notification of two unread messages appeared on her screen, forcing her brain to focus back on her phone.

“You got this! You’re gonna crush it. I believe in you! Plus, it’s probably way easier than dealing with a rib kick, right? 😜” Read the first one, followed by “And blame me all you want, I don’t mind, as long as you pass!” 

Then, a third one appeared about a minute and a half later.

 “Who knows, maybe I’m your good luck charm today 😉”

Well, she might’ve squealed a little too loud, and people around her might’ve gave her a funny look, but who fucking cared. A big smile took over her face and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from those words, she read them…what…three?, four?, ten times?—she’d read them a thousand times more over the course of the day. 

Sirens were blaring all over her head, like a symphony of a frantic orchestra playing in disarray, and you’d think she was in the middle of a fight with the way her heart was speeding up. 

Cause of death: He flirted back. It was a metastatic, fatal condition. There was no cure. You could only manage the symptoms. 

How was she supposed to concentrate on anything when he was out there, halfway across the world, being all charming and adorable? It was like trying to avoid chocolate when you're a chocoholic. There was no escape, no reprieve. Just endless swooning over a boy who was probably eating dinner after he spent his day doing race car things or something equally cool and unreachable, while she was trying to prepare for an important exam at 1 p.m., thousands of miles away. What kind of cruel, cosmic joke was this? It was a delightful, maddening game of emotional ping-pong, and she was losing spectacularly.

Ok, first things first: She needed to stop overthinking everything. Easier said than done, especially when every little interaction with him felt like a scene from a romantic comedy—except she wasn't the star, she was the flustered sidekick caught in an endless loop of witty banter and missed connections. Maybe she should just throw herself into studying, bury herself in textbooks until her brain turned to mush. But then, his latest message flashed across her screen, and her heart kept doing Enpi jumps. 

Focus, she scolded herself. It was just friendly banter, right? She stared at the message, her thumb hovering over the keyboard, unsure of how to respond. It was classic Lando—playful, teasing, and just ambiguous enough to keep her guessing. Was there a hidden meaning behind those words, or was it all in her head? Taking a deep breath, she decided to play it cool. “True, no broken bones from studying... Just a broken spirit 😆”. 

If science had taught her one thing, it was that you should always repeat an experiment more than once to be able to reach an accurate conclusion. So, she decided to put that theory to the test. And well, as the saying goes: El que tenga miedo a morir que no nazca—For our non-spanish speakers: go big or go home.

“Haha, well, if I ace this exam, I'll definitely have to celebrate somehow. Any ideas?” she teased, not expecting him to take her up on the playful—and hopefully subtle—invitation. But then his reply came swiftly, and it was more than what she anticipated: “Oh, I have a few ideas in mind. How about coming to one of my races? Austin is next on the calendar.” Three little dots appeared instantly and “You know, if you're free and all.” popped up on her screen.

Was this how a heart attack felt like? This was definitely not the response she had anticipated. The idea of being at one of his races, as a fan of the sport, being surrounded by the thrill and excitement already sounded exciting, but being with Lando himself right there, was exhilarating. Her mind raced with possibilities, each one more enticing than the last. She found herself at a loss for words, completely flustered and unexpectedly hopeful.

Deep down, a small part of her hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was something more to their playful exchanges than met the eye.

Lando was in his apartment in Monaco, pacing back and forth across the sleek, modern living room. The view of the harbor outside his window, usually a source of calm, did little to settle his nerves. He wanted to see her again, but he didn't want to come across as too eager. He moved from the kitchen to the living room and back again, trying to find the right words. His mind started to draw hopeful conclusions that she might like him a little bit, but then he quickly shut down the idea because why would someone as cool as her be interested in him?

Taking a deep breath, he decided to take a chance and flirt a little with his latest text, inviting her to one of his races. Specifically, the Austin Grand Prix that was two weeks away. As soon as he hit send, anxiety crept in, and he quickly followed up with another message, “The other Quadrant members will be there too, so it’ll be a good time. No pressure or anything, just thought it might be fun.” 

A few seconds later, her reply came back, something along the lines of, “Oh, that sounds fun! I'll see if I can make it.” He instantly regretted saying anything. What was he thinking? He should have just left it at the invitation, but now he felt like he had ruined the moment, and the chance to spend time with her seemed to slip away just as quickly as it had come.

“You know, you’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep that up,” Max voiced, glancing over with a smirk. He was sprawled on the couch, half-heartedly playing a game on the telly. But watching Lando’s restless pacing was far more entertaining. 

“Shut up, mate” he muttered in a vague reply, not once tearing his eyes away from his phone.

During one of Lando’s—many—strolls around the living room, he tried to peek at his phone, curious about what had made his friend so worked up, but all of his attempts were unsuccessful. 

When Lando threw himself on the couch groaning, scrubbing a hand over his face, Max finally saw his chance and leaned over, catching a glimpse of the messages. “You’re so dumb,” he deadpanned, shaking his head. “Why'd you mention the others? You were on the right track with the first message.”

Lando slumped down onto the couch even more, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I know, I know. I messed it up,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I just didn't want to seem too forward, you know?”

Max paused his game and turned to face Lando, raising an eyebrow. “Forward? Mate, you practically told her she’ll have chaperones. Smooth.”

Lando groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I'm such an idiot.”

Max snickered, nudging him with his elbow. “Well, at least you got that part right. But seriously, stop doubting yourself so much. She clearly likes you enough to entertain your nonsense.”

Lando peeked out from between his fingers. “You think so? I mean, I think she did sound a bit disappointed after I mentioned the others.”

Max shrugged, eyes back on the game. “Maybe because she was hoping for a bit of alone time with Mr. Romeo. Ever think of that, genius?” He couldn’t help but add, with a grin spreading across his face, it was his job to keep him humble. “She’s a world champion, right? Way out of your league. But hey, maybe she's a little nuts if she chooses to put up with your antics."

A shove came from his left and he let out a chuckle. Lando sighed again, staring at his phone. “I just didn't want to scare her off by being too eager.”

Max rolled his eyes, pausing the game again. “Look, Bob, just be yourself. You're not half bad when you're not overthinking everything. And next time, maybe try inviting her to something a bit more personal. Dinner, a walk, I don't know—anything that doesn't scream 'group hangout.'”

Lando looked over at Max, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You're right. I'll try to do better next time.” He nudged Max playfully. “Now that you have a girlfriend, you're suddenly an expert in romance, huh?”

Max chuckled, giving him a playful shove and not missing a beat. “Who's the one in a relationship and who's the other ruining his chances with a world champion? Of course I'm right. And maybe next time, try not to be such a dweeb about it. Girls like confidence, you know.”

The green-gray eyed boy laughed, shaking his head. “Alright, fair point. Let's see if you can keep up with me in this game. I could use a distraction.”

Max grinned, unpausing the game. “You're on, Bob. Just don't cry when I wipe the floor with you, alright? Focus on not crashing in the game, and maybe you won't crash and burn with her, mate.”

As they settled into the game, Lando's mind was still on her, but the anxiety had lessened. With Max's teasing yet subtle encouragement, he felt a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he hadn't completely blown his chance.

As she received his text mentioning that the other Quadrant members would be at the Austin GP too, she felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. Just moments ago, she had allowed herself to entertain the possibility that there might be something more behind his playful texts. Maybe, just maybe, he felt a hint of what she did—a connection, a spark, something. But receiving that reply felt like a bucket of cold water, dousing the flicker of hope that had started to burn within her.

Sighing softly, she set her phone down, feeling foolish for even entertaining the idea that Lando could harbor even a tiny bit of feelings for her. She had read too much into his messages, seeing meaning where perhaps there was none. Maybe he was, indeed, just being friendly, and she had misinterpreted his intentions completely. Embarrassment crept over her as she realized she had let herself get carried away, building castles in the air where none existed. She resolved to brush off her disappointment and maintain a sense of dignity. After all, she couldn't afford to let her feelings for him affect her focus or her confidence. 

After all, she still had exams to ace.

✦ may's radio: sooooo part 3 with Quadrant shenanigans—and two idiots obliviously falling harder for each other—at the Austin GP?? 👀

[enchantedtalisman]

Trying to juggle my depression and writing a time travel fic.

Ugh.

And I gotta do stuff on monday to start studying for the national certification exam so I can get a new job.

Bleh.

I just wanna sleep forever.

[heavenssexiestangel]

I gotta be honest... I don't know

I do know I perform better/study better if I had someone explain stuff to me before I study on books. This is proved by my grades in exams where I went to lectures and the ones I did not.

With this course, I also find myself looking at the transcript a lot. It's fully in English, and it also uses First Nations languages words.

I understand the English, but it's fast, so I have to pause and process what has been said and make a sense of it in my brain (which is hard, especially if my family gets in the room and starts talking in Italian. I need to focus on one language, dammit). The words used from First Nations languages, I need to look at the transcript for spelling. And even then, I sometimes can't make sense of the pronunciation in the video vs what's written down :/

When I have it all written down, it's very easy to understand and get what's important and whatnot tho

The problem with me taking notes during lectures is that I find literally everything important and the fact this is a video means I stop every few seconds to write everything down.

[daily-kagami-tsurugi]

Day75 doodle, princess mononoke kagami.

Tried to colourise it but app crashed and file got corrupted. (:

[seunghunies]

hiatus until November see yall then

take care love u lots 💕♥️💞💖❤️😊💗

[erodasfishtacos]

Okay mama personal question

I wanna do child/teen counselling and forensic…so the thing is I’d have to move all across the globe to pursue it but I’ve been seeing all these people on the net saying that it’s not been paying them well and stuff and ofc money is not my first concern but if I move across and leave my family will I be able to sustain myself comfortably?! And do we get a good placement after masters? Or is it like medical that it’s gonna take years to build coz I think I wanna get a phD too

Also can u actually pursue both counselling and forensic???

PS : I gotta start applying to college next month and this year is sooooo bad nearly 80% of my batch flunked mid terms plus I don’t wanna leave home tbh but I kind of want to get out there :(

You definitely don’t make a lot starting out. Here are my thoughts. If your goal is to be therapist and you want to be successsful and have a good income. You have to get your masters and you have to get licensed. The money comes in when you’re liscensed and that means you can work in private practices where commercial insurances are paying the bigger bucks. You can easily make over 100k in the field with all the degrees.

It is a huge decision and a massive commitment so I would really consider it before you do it.

I’ll talk to you through what my experience looked like

Undergrad degree in psychology with a minor in sociology (4 years)

Masters degree in clinical mental health counseling (2.5 years)

In my masters program, I have to complete 350 hours of unpaid practicum, 650 hours of internship. That equals out to about 40 hours a week in internship on top of five classes.

In my school, to graduate I had to pass the CPCE.

Then after you graduate, you need to take the NCE which is the National Counselors Exam and pass that - that’s about a 300 question exam that I studied about nine months for

Then after you pass your NCE you have to then get 3000 supervised hours of work (about 2.5 years) before you can apply to be an LPC.

I just became an LPC this summer and I’m 28.

My college did not set me up with a job.

PhD is a good idea depending on what you want to do with it. I am planning to start my PhD program when I turn 30 and get it in counselor education so that I can be a professor and teach.

The reason LPC makes money and an unlicensed therapist with a masters doesn’t is because insurance will not pay nonlisenced therapist, thus private practice won’t hire you unless the company accepts medicad and Medicare which pay bare minimum or out of pocket pay.

As for what you’re planning to do.. I am a child and family therapist.

I did all of my internship and practicum at a children’s psychiatric hospital

And all my supervised hours in an agency that does family therapy funded through the state

Any type of specialize means more education, trainings, certifications, etc…

I am certified grief counselor but I had to take endless trainings for it.

As for the forensic side, I’m not sure what job you’re thinking out and I’m not knowledgeable on that side.

This isn’t trying to steer you away from the profession.

However, even though I would do it all over again, I wish someone would have told me how fucking difficult it was going to be.

[orcelito]

I did compare me slamming the boards of the crate with a hammer to the way a cat will get into things Whether You Want It To Or Not, so do with that what you will

[humancomedy]

Human Comedy: Tragedy - 1

Hajime: Nii~chan?

Location: Inside the Train

Time: A few minutes later

Hajime: Nii~chan?

Nazuna: ......

Hajime: Are you awake? We're about to reach our stop~

Nazuna: ...Ahh.

Hajime: Fufu, you space out and take a while to respond sometimes. You really are just like a rabbit...♪

Mitsuru: Mhm, mhm! Wild animals are always on the verge of death, especially if they're herbivores, sooo... They try not to move around when it's not necessary, to conserve their energy!

Tomoya: Oh? Didn't expect to hear something smart coming from you.

Mitsuru: Cuz that's what you taught me~! Y'know, during those times we were taking care of the rabbits in the animal shed.

I may be an idiot, but I make sure to remember what I'm told as much as I can!

Hajime: Ahaha... Does that mean you learned how to behave on the train because your parents taught you?

Mitsuru: You bet! Stuff like, "You have to be quiet in the train!" and "Don't dangle on the handles!" and "Don't put your feet on the seats!" and "Don't try opening the windows!"

And um, what was it... Point is! My parents always scold me whenever we take the train, so I've decided to do absolutely nothing during the ride!

Playing around in the train is childish, anyway!

Nazuna: I don't think it's a bad thing for you guys to act childish, though...

You don't have to try and grow up as fast as possible, since your childishness is still the biggest selling point of Ra*bits.

Our real concern is how you'll manage to maintain both a childish and cute look from now on, while still adding other important aspects to the unit.

I think people will only start to hate you guys if they think you're just faking the cute look.

Hajime: I do think we should still aim for that look to some extent, though... I noticed you worry a lot about how other people will think, Nii~chan.

Nazuna: We've gotta, as idols~ We won't make anyone happy if we're just having fun on our own.

I've always had that in mind as an idol, but...

I won't have the time to think about it as much once I graduate, so it's up to you guys to decide what to do with Ra*bits.

You're free to consult me anytime, of course.

Hajime: But you'd be really busy once you graduate, won't you?

Nazuna: Yeah, I probably won't have much time at the start, but—I'm planning on semi-retiring from being an idol to focus on my studies, so...

I'm gonna have way more free-time than you guys, since being an idol is a lot more work.

Mitsuru: Nii~chan... Are you really planning to quit being an idol...?

Nazuna: Only for a while... I feel like I've reached my limit on a lot of things, so~ I'm not skilled enough to master two things at once honestly.

I'm thinking of either taking an idol assistant type of job, or becoming a teacher or kindergarten caretaker.

There's other interesting jobs I might take too. Like news reporting, or something along those lines.

So yeah, I'm gonna go to a national university to learn all about those types of careers~

I considered studying abroad, but figured it's best to go to a university here, since I won't have to worry about language barriers.

Tomoya: Ahaha. You tend to slip up in Japanese anyways, so I get it.

Nazuna: Shut it, I've gotten a lot better at speaking, y'know! I do still stumble a lil' when I'm around people I don't know well, though.

Tomoya: Didn't your entrance exams go okay despite that? The interview part, especially.

Nazuna: Heh. I was able to get through it by listening to Ra*bits' songs on my earphones, 'cause it felt like you guys were right beside me. ♪

Mitsuru: Ah! That makes me so happy~! Me too! Sometimes I get lonely when I'm all alone at home, or when I wake up in the middle of the night, so I listen to our songs~♪

Nazuna: Ohh, you too? Ah, wait... You were always the type to feel lonely, weren't you?

We're Ra*bits, after all~ We'll drop dead if we get too lonely.

Mitsuru: I won't die or anything, but still! Being all alone makes me feel all gaahhh!!

Tomoya: Use normal Japanese words... Though, I kinda get what you mean.

Still, I'm really happy to hear that your entrance exam went well thanks to us.

I hope we were able to pay you back for everything you've done for us, even if it's just a little...♪

Nazuna: Ahaha, I was kinda close to stumbling on my words during the interview, though.

The other exams were the same. I think I was way better at speaking when I put effort into avoiding it, more than anything.

But yep, I managed to pass with flying colors.

Hajime: Ah, I get it. You were trying to be extra careful not to slip up because you know you tend to do so, yes? Eichi-oniichan often says something similar: "You only become stronger if you know what you're weakest at."

I would love to overcome my weaknesses the same way.

Nazuna: You're doing just fine, Hajime-chin.

Honestly... I just realized how much you guys have grown, again.

Mitsuru: Hm? We haven't grown that tall, though...?

Nazuna: I'm talking about how much you've grown mentally. It's like that day when you clung onto me crying for help never happened...

You guys will be just fine without me around.

Underclassmen will have the opportunity to be in charge of the DreamFes happening in two weeks, the Repayment Festival.

That's when I'll leave Ra*bits.

I've settled on this for a long time. I was always just a temporary helper for you guys, anyway.

I couldn't just leave you guys and there wasn't anywhere else for me to go either—so I stayed around for longer than I should.

But Ra*bits belongs to you three. You're free to do as you like from here on out.

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

A weekend in Quantico | Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: You surprise Stiles and visit him in Quantico

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word count: 1.3k

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After graduation, Stiles got accepted at the FBI National Academy - as he should. You were very proud of him and both happily cried together when he received his acceptance letter. He was finally going to put his investigating talents and heightened intelligence to good use.

It also meant being apart.

The first week was alright. You missed each other, but made sure to call every night.

The second week, Stiles started his program and fell asleep on the phone. He was tired from his new schedule and you couldn't blame him.

The fourth week, you started your senior year. It was lonely without Stiles. Thankfully, you had friends to sit with at lunch, but they kept talking about how cool it must be to have a boyfriend who was in college. Sadly, dating a college boy was one of those things that's only cool outside of the picture. When you're the one in the long-distance relationship, things are much less cool.

The sixth week, Stiles was calling you two times a week and you started showing up to school wearing one of his flannel button ups. It was soft and smelled like him.

The eleventh week, he told you he wouldn't make it to Thanksgiving because the buses were expensive and he had a lot of work on his hands and studying to do too. You were really bummed out by the change of plan, but understood that college came first. That night, you cried.

The twelfth week, a traitor, who you assumed was Scott, told Stiles how you really were doing - which wasn't too well - and a package showed up at your door coming from Quantico. You opened the box with a curious eyebrow and found one of Stiles' hoodies and a short but cute hand-written letter.

I'll be home for Christmas, the letter promised. Christmas was in six weeks. There was no way you would last six more weeks without seeing your boyfriend.

It was late afternoon when you arrived in Quantico. The crisp wind was filling through your jacket, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. You should have worn something warmer. Perhaps a hat too? But it was too late for that.

Your bag was slung over your shoulder as you crossed the street and followed the indications on your phone that would lead you to the campus.

After getting lost three times, you finally made it to the building where Stiles had his last lesson of the day. You didn't dare go too close to the classrooms, scared someone would ask for your access card and kick you out.

Stiles saw you before you saw him. He was turning a corner, walking down the hallway to take the stairs and stopped in his tracks when he saw you, startled. ''What the hell.'' At first, he thought his vision was playing him tricks, but you looked back at him, confirming that he wasn't hallucinating.

You grinned, finally seeing him after weeks of being apart. ''Missed me?''

Instead of replying, Stiles closed the distance between you and him to pull you in an embrace, snaking his arms behind your shoulders as yours wrapped around him tightly. You felt him exhale in your hold, his face finding home in your neck and shoulder.

There was no better feeling than holding the one you love.

The hug was longer than it should have, being in the middle of a hallway, but neither of you cared that students were passing by.

''What are you doing here? Not that I'm not happy you're here, because I'm fucking ecstatic that you're here.'' Stiles smiled down at you, brushing your cheek with his thumb as if to check if you were really there. ''It's just that I suspected my dad would be visiting this weekend. Not you.''

Noah had called Stiles last night to check on him and casually ask about his weekend plans. Clearly, he had failed at not evoking suspicions from his son.

Stiles re-adjusted his book bag on his shoulder and you looked at him up and down, taking in his dress pants, white button up and tie. It was the mandatory dress code for the FBI Academy and, honestly, it wasn't unpleasant for the eyes. You weren't into men in uniforms, but he looked hot.

You glided your fingers along the hem of his tie. ''You are looking mighty fine, Agent Stilinski.''

''I'm not an agent yet. I'm just an intern,'' Stiles reminded you. ''But, I'll take the compliment.''

.

The two of you walked to his dorm, which he shared with someone named Vincent - who was currently at the library.

The bed on the left was made in a very Stiles fashion. The comforter was neatly pulled with his pillow on top, hiding the wrinkled sheets underneath. His desk was a complete mess. There were piles of textbooks and miscandelious papers and pens everywhere. You couldn't even see the wood of the desk.

Stiles dropped his bag on the floor, tired of carrying it all day. ''I'd love to give you a tour of the campus, but I have a lot of reading to do and I need to solve this new mock case for Monday. If you had given me a heads-up that you'd be visiting this weekend, I would've cleared my schedule a bit.'' His face was conflicted.

''If I told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise.''

''I know... But I don't want to confine you to my dorm all weekend because I have work to do.''

You had travelled all the way to Quantico and he felt bad for not making the weekend interesting, knowing how expensive plane tickets were.

''I don't care what we do. I just want to spend time with you.'' You snaked your arms behind Stiles' neck, your fingers brushing the bottom of his hair, and brought him down for a kiss. ''And, we can always kiss during study breaks.''

''Of course we will,'' Stiles said, refusing to break tradition.

Although you weren't in the same grade, you and Stiles would study together a lot. You'd go to his house after school and he would help you with maths - because maths is hard and he aced his exams last year. And, most importantly, you'd take study breaks - aka kissing breaks. They would sometimes last longer than intended, but neither of you complained.

''You know what? Let's go out for a pizza,'' Stiles suddenly decided, changing his mind about staying in. ''There's this Italian place just outside the campus that makes the most delicious pizza. Dad and I ate lunch there when he dropped me off.''

Getting pizza with Stiles was a classic activity. You went almost every Thursday since you started dating. Sometimes, Stiles' dad would even join in - if he didn't have too much work at the station.

''Are you sure?'' you asked.

Stiles nodded. ''Well, we gotta eat and I'm tired of the healthy food they have here. I want pizza.''

You sat on his bed, waiting as he changed out of his school uniform. As hot as he looked in his fancy clothes, you liked the familiarity of Stiles' flannels and hoodies.

He unclasped the tie from his shirt, shocking you. You gasped. ''It was fake?!''

Stiles scratched the back of his neck. ''Eh, yeah... I used to wear a real tie, but I'd feel stressed or anxious, the tight feeling around my neck was making the situation worse. But, don't tell anyone.''

Although there was nothing to be embarrassed about, you could tell by his voice that he was embarrassed. You were actually proud of him for finding a solution instead of being frustrated for the way his brain worked. Stiles had gone a long way with his anxiety. He no longer let it control him or stop him from living.

''Your secret is safe with me, babe,'' you promised.

[supercorpkid]

How Maya Met Your Mothers.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2730.

You’ve always known the day for Maya to meet your moms were closer than further down the line. That’s a fact. You had asked for too much self-control from Kara, not to follow your girlfriend around everywhere (and you are not even sure if she didn’t try to at least get a peek). But, yet, you had expected you were going to have a little more time than this.

Jamie and Maya came over your house for a study session. For real. When Jamie mentioned that you all should study together for next week exams, at first you thought it was a joke. But then Maya got super interested in having you teaching her physics, so you agreed.

You don’t know why you all ended up at your house. Actually, you kind of know. Maya’s parents hate the Luthors, so you can’t go there. Jamie’s house is a little bit further away and they would probably get tired of walking before getting there. Still, you feel like you haven’t fought back enough. You should’ve.

Although, being fair to yourself, you couldn’t possibly know there was a storm coming to National City that would literally make it impossible for you three to leave the house for hours. So, while there was a storm raging outside, you were looking at the clock, hoping, praying, wishing that Kara and Lena got held up at work.

Which could be true, using all the logic in your body. The rain is so strong, Supergirl will be needed for sure. There are probably people stuck in cars, or maybe there’s a flood in someone’s house, maybe there’s a poor kitten stuck on a tree in the rain. There’s gotta be something. And Lena is probably stuck in her office unable to leave. You breathe out, calming yourself. If Lena doesn’t leave her office early every day, she is definitely not leaving today while a storm rages on.

But when the clock strikes five, your heart beats fast, you raise your head from your book and you hear a whoosh of air, that very familiar one. Steps on the front door. And please Rao, let it be robbers, assassins, let it be Lex fucking Luthor out of jail with a big rock of kryptonite, but not your moms. Please. Please.

But is Kara who first walks in. Pink trousers, even pinkier shirt, dripping wet. And not far behind, Lena walks in. Suit all ruined, ponytail glued to her face, also dripping everywhere. Your heart stops for a second, when you look up from the kitchen table where the three of you have settled.

“Wow, it’s so crazy out there! Good thing we flew-” Kara finally notices a face she doesn’t know. She quickly puts her glasses back. “Here on a car.”

Good Lord.

“Hey, I don’t think we have met!” She comes closer, ignoring Lena’s protests about making the entire house wet. She raises her hand at Maya, who shyly takes it.

“Maya.”

“OOOH!” Kara sounds like she just got electrocuted. She is almost jumping in place when she realizes what that means. “It’s nice to meet you! I would love to say that she-” She looks at you with an inquisitive expression. “Told me everything about you, but she’s definitely going through a phase of secret keeping.”

“Momma!” You growl hiding your face in your hands. Maya just chuckles softly at that.

“Aren’t we all?” Jamie intervenes, sensing your embarrassment and you take one hand out from your face to look at Kara pulling the chair in front of you.

“Kara!” Lena calls her from the front door. “Don’t you dare get my chair wet. Come over here, you can embarrass our daughter after you’re dry.”

“Or never.” You add. “You also can embarrass me never.”

“I’ll be right back.” Kara says, completely ignoring you, as she makes her way to the laundry room with Lena, so they can get dry clothes.

“I’m sorry.” You drop your head, trying to hide the blush creeping up your face. Maya puts her hand on your chin and makes you look at her, giving you a smile.

“Stop that. It was really cute.” Maya says, and you gaze into her eyes, almost forgetting everything and everyone. If it wasn’t for Jamie.

“Nope, it was embarrassing. And just you wait until aunt Lena comes here.” Jamie adds and you drop your head again, growling louder.

Lena decides not to play into the ‘let’s embarrass our daughter’ game. And you’re very grateful for that.

“Hey.” She just says while passing through the table. And you breathe relieved. Until she stops with a tiny smile. No, no, no. Keep walking. “Hello Maya, I’m Lena. The scary mom.”

“You wish.” Kara comes from behind her. Hair is still dripping wet, but all changed into more comfortable and dry clothes. She pulls out the chair and sits in front of the three of you, trying to look intimidating. “I’m the scary one.”

“She’s really not.” Jamie whispers in Maya’s ear, and you put your head on the table, banging your forehead ever so slightly so you don’t make a dent in it.

“Would you stop, please?” You complain. “We’re trying to study.”

“BOOOO!” Kara puts her hands in front of her mouth turning to you. “You’re no fun.” Then she proceeds to look at Maya. “So Maya, how old are you? What’s your sexuality? Where do you see yourself in five years? And most importantly, how do you feel about Supergirl?”

You snap your head at her at the sound of that.

“Because in this house we’re Supergirl stans.” Kara adds, making Jamie laugh out loud, and you grunt louder.

“Oh, I’m-” Maya thinks about it for a second.

“You don’t have to answer any of that.” You look at her and she smiles at you.

“It’s ok, babe.” She turns back at Kara. “I’m sixteen, I’m pansexual-” That makes Kara squeak in excitement. “In college, hopefully. And yes, Supergirl is cool. But, um, I like Superkid better.”

“WHAT?” You look at her, eyes wide open, mouth agape. She doesn’t know you’re Superkid, and she likes her better than Supergirl? Is she the perfect girl?

“Well, ok, don’t freak out, but…” She looks at you and holds your arm, squeezing it gently. “I kind of have a crush on Superkid.”

“You do?” It’s all you can say.

Kara is practically jumping on her seat, ready to stand up and spin you around in excitement. Lena is trying very hard to hold back laughter (she’s failing, by the way). Jamie is literally cackling next to her. And you’re there, looking red, but also happy.

“Why is this funny?” Maya looks around at the reactions. “She is hot.”

“Oh no, dear, we’re not laughing at you.” Lena says, knowing the situation doesn’t look good. “It’s just, you know, she is the Supergirl of your time.” She shrugs. “I, for once, had a huge crush on Supergirl when I was younger.”

“Wait. What?” Kara stands up, looking worried. “You don’t have it anymore?”

“Well, no, honey.” Lena smiles, putting her arms around Kara’s neck. “Now I have you.”

“No!” You yell to stop what you know it’s coming next. “That’s too much. There are people here.”

“We’ll give you guys some privacy.” Kara tilts her head with a devious smile. Holding Lena by the waist, leaving you guys behind.

“I’m sorry again. They’re not usually like-” You start, but Jamie cuts you off.

“She is lying. They are always like this.”

“It’s ok.” Maya gives you a butterfly kiss that barely touches your lips, but makes you smile either way. “Besides, I find your momma completely fascinating.”

“Funny. So does she.” You can hear Kara gasping somewhere in the house and you hold a laughter. She is such a dork!

Your moms are gone for a while, during that time you three go back to study. Kara comes in sometime later on her phone.

“Yes Alex, she’s not lying, she is actually here studying.” Kara points the camera to the three of you, and Jamie crosses her arms, annoyed. You just wave hello.

“You thought I was lying?” Jamie complains.

“I never once saw you studying with your cousin, forgive me for assuming you were being a rebellious teenager.” You hear Alex’s voice on the other end of the phone. “But I see there’s a new addition to the group.”

“That’s Maya.” Kara whispers on the phone like you all can’t hear her.

“Oh.” Alex stays silent for a few seconds and then you hear. “Hey, I work for the police. You just think about breaking my niece’s heart.”

“Oh my God, can you all stop?” You grunt looking at Jamie for help, and she stands up going to Kara and grabbing the phone from her hand.

“Can you come pick me up when the storm gets better?” Jamie asks and she walks to the living room with Kara following her closely.

“Again, I’m really sorry.” You look at Maya with pleading eyes. “I know you probably want to run away, but please, don’t. My mom is probably going to try to scare you, but we’re all very much harmless.” You smile a little. “Except for Jamie’s mom, she is terrifying.”

“Trust me, I’m ok.” Maya looks furtive around, and puts her hand on your cheek, coming closer to kiss you. “I get why they’re so protective. I mean, just look at this cute babyish face of yours.”

“She can call you babyface and I can’t?” Kara walks in the kitchen with Jamie not far behind, making Maya jump in her seat and get as far away from you as she can, without leaving her chair.

“So, Maya.” Lena walks in the kitchen too, and you’re already hating her tone. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“Um, I should call my mom first.” She stands up grabbing her phone, and you point to the living room so she can have more privacy. She leaves and you look at your moms on the other side of the counter.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You stand up, putting your books away. “I couldn’t possibly know a storm would hit National City making impossible for her to get away from you two.”

“Hey!” Kara defends herself. Lena only raises her eyebrow. You look at Kara, turning her head to the living room, and you poke her.

“Do not listen to her private conversation!” You demand and you look back at Jamie, also organizing her school materials.

“Yeah, aunt Kara. Don't use your super hearing, aunt Kara. Bad, aunt Kara. Yadda, yadda, yadda.” Jamie says and you furrow your brows at her. “What, she only does what she wants anyways.”

“Momma!” You’re almost jumping in front of her and she looks down on you. “That’s not ok.”

“Kara, stop messing with her.” Lena says from behind and Kara gives you a mischievous smile, like she wasn’t really listening, just pretending to. “Are you sleeping here tonight, Jamie?”

“Only if the storm doesn’t stop.” Jamie comes to the counter and looks at the food in front of Lena. “Oooh, are we having the famous Lena Luthor’s ‘throw everything in a casserole and see what comes out’ dinner?”

“You were way nicer when you were a kid.” Lena blinks once, looking annoyed and Jamie holds her laughter.

“Sorry, aunt Lena.”

“Hey, so, is it ok if I stay a little longer? My dad is still stuck at work because of the storm.” Maya asks, coming back to the kitchen and you look at Kara. Kara looks at Lena. And it takes them a whole ten seconds to finally go like “um, yeah, sure.” Which almost makes your heart stop.

“Why don’t you three go to the living room while I-” Lena looks at Jamie, defiant. “Throw everything in a casserole and wait to see what will come out?”

“Oh God.” You grab Jamie’s wrist, and put your hand behind Maya’s back. “Let’s go. They’re being awkward.”

“You’re awkward.” Kara mumbles under her breath and you’re glad you only heard, because of your super hearing.

You’re on the edge of your seat the entire time. Maya and Jamie are talking, laughing, taking pictures, and you’re there awkwardly pretending your mind isn’t somewhere else. What are they planning? Obviously, Kara has done enough of embarrassing, but what about Lena? Is she actually going to let it slide? That doesn’t sound like her.

Kara calls you guys back to the kitchen a while later. You know Lena wasn’t going to throw everything into a casserole and hope it works, but after Jamie joked about it, it was exactly what she did. She puts the food in the middle of the table, and raises one eyebrow at Jamie.

“You first.” Then she uses her tone that sends shivers down your spine.

“What is happening?” Maya whispers in your ear, and you look at her feeling like you should apologize once more.

���They’re challenging each other. It’s silly.” You whisper back, aware that only Kara can hear you.

“I can’t stop watching.” Maya mouths at you, and you smile. Lena and Jamie still haven’t broken eye contact and no one is moving.

“Go on.” Lena pushes it closer to Jamie, who gulps and finally serves herself. Everyone is staring at her while she puts the first bite on her mouth and chews silently. She shrugs a while later.

“It’s actually pretty good.” Jamie says with a smile, making everyone breathe out, and Lena rolls her eyes, finally sitting on the table. She then turns to Maya.

“Please. Girlfriends first.” She uses the same tone, and Maya’s eyes almost pop out of their head, before she shakes her head agreeing and serving herself.

The food is not all bad. It could be a lot better if she wasn’t trying to scare everyone off. But is edible and a lot better than anything Kara can make on her own.

“So, Maya…” Kara starts again and you already feel your heart is going to beat out of your chest. “What’s up with the hate for the Luthors?”

Great. Just great. Awesome. Thank you, momma.

Maya chokes on her food, surprised by such a blunt question, and you want to dig a hole on the floor and disappear in it.

“Oh, um. I don’t hate the Luthors, ma’am.” She manages to say. “My parents are not, um, fans. Because of that time Lex tried to control everyone. You know-”

“We know.” Lena breathes deep, looking exhausted. “Trust me, we know.”

“But I know you did amazing things for the world, and every time you work with Supergirl the world is saved, so…” Maya smiles, and you make heart eyes at her. She is so amazing. “I’m sorry about my parents. Not everyone can see past such a small thing as a last name.”

“Oh.” It’s Kara’s response.

“You don’t have to be sorry.” Lena says with a smile directed at her, and you see her features softening. “I just want to make sure my daughter is not being judged with the same standards as my crazy brother. But you know her, so I don’t think you can.”

“I really can’t.” Maya looks back at you, making you blush. “There’s no one in this world like her. She needs her own standards.”

“Aw.” Jamie and Kara say together, making you blush harder.

The dinner goes smoothly after this. It’s pretty clear Maya won your moms over. You always knew she could. No, you didn’t know, but you expected. No, you didn’t expect, but you hoped. And she did.

When dinner is over, there’s only a light rain outside, so Maya’s dad picks her up right after. Lena and Jamie make up over ‘the best dessert Lena ever cooked”, and you look around happy. Kara comes close to you and kisses your temple.

“I like her.” She says matter-of-factly.

“Oh, is that why you were trying to make her run away?” You raise one eyebrow at her and she chuckles softly.

“We’re not a normal family, baby.” She tells you, looking at Lena and Jamie laughing on the other side of the counter. “She has to get used to it now. It only gets weirder.”

“You’re weirder.” You bitch grin making Kara laugh.

She’s right though. Your family is weird. But it’s yours, and you love it as it is.

Notes:

@itzyourgirlnat prompted them being stuck in a storm together. My best buddy @hermen0404 helped me with some ideas. Thanks to you both.

[chiefbasementcreator]

Prompt idea: Jack's special class with Angela, Pharah, Hana, fem!Lucio, Mei and Sombra had a challenge. Ace the national tests. And they did. As such, seeing how they concluded all their studies with aces... their reward will now be given, to all be fucked in the classroom with their favourite professor.

Jack had been quite surprised when he'd recieved his students' national tests' results. He had expected the girls to do well, especially with his encouragements, but he had not expected them to do so well that the six best results in the country were all from his class.

Mei, Olivia, Hana, Luciana, Fareeha and Angela. All six of them had been even better than he'd ever hoped.

Now it was time for him to hold his end of the bet, and reward them for their success.

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«I want to thank you all for coming here.» he smiled at the girls in front of him. «The year is technically over, so i can't really do anything to make you stay here.»

«And leave our favourite teacher ever alone?» Luciana teased him, the latina sitting on a desk.

«We wanted to say goodbye.» Mei smiled gently and warmly at him.

«And we know you'll miss us.» Hana added, grinning, having decided to discard her phone in her pocket for the time being.

«Right.» Jack smiled. «But, I also remzmeber promising a reward for whoever of your girls would make it into the top ten of the year's nationals exams, didn't I? I've gotta say, i'm really impressed all six of you managed to do it.»

«And what will that reward be ? » Fareeha asked, grinning as she sttepped from her place to make her way to Jack.

The teacher didn't hesitate, immediately leaning in to make out with her, eagerly, his mouth dominating hers as his hands went to her body.

« A thorough fucking, for each of you. » he growled sexily. «The whole day is going to be dedicated to me pleasuring each of you girls so good you won't be able to walk for hours afterwards. »

« A whole day just for fucking us ? » Olivia is the one to speak, but the excitment of the prospect, the shudder of pleasure at the thought, is seen going through every single one of the girls in the room.

« Exactly. » Jack smirks, reaching out to start groping Fareeha, the toned egyptian moaning, and Angela, te swiss sighing in pleasure as the teacher's strong hands manhandle her.

Rather than break out in excitment, scream in pleasure at the idea, the girls instead politely look up at Jack, entranced by his manliness as he smiles at them.

« So, first one will be Angela, since she's the one who got the highest grades among you. »

Fareeha dutifully pulls away, leaving Angela to be the sole focus of Jack's attention.

And he is over her, being strong yet gentle as he undresses her, the blonde nurse moaning and holding onto him as his mere touch makes her legs shake in pleasure, his hands running over her body, from her thighs to her breasts, stroking and slowly peeling her clothes off her.

« S... sir~ » she moans as his fingers reach her nipples, her bra thrown to the side as her enormous breasts are freed.

During the whole year, the girls had only gone to this school to learn how to pleasure Jack, how to be good cumdumps and great fucktoys for the alpha stud. They came endlessly from his sheer presence, of course, but that had not been the goal.

This time, however, it would be.

This entire day would be dedicated to their pleasure alone.

Jack was surprisingly gentle as he leaned in to kiss her, as his hands played with the blonde's breasts, as he slowly uncovered her dripping cunt.

"Sir~" Angela was almost drooling, her mind already in heaven.

Jack smiled, saying nothing as he slowly pulled his cock out and gently entered her, Angela going cross-eyed and feeling her body melt from pleasure alone.

Jack's thrusts were gentle, slow and steady as he fucked her, kissed her, held her against him. The long hours of lovemaking were only over when, despite his attempts to prolong it as much as possible, Angela's mind truly gave out and she passed out for good.

Mei's fucking session was very much the same: slow, gentle and sweet as her pleasure came before Jack's.

When it was time for Fareeha, she looked at him with wonder in her eyes.  

“Daddy~” she moaned.   

She began by lovingly, slowly, sucking his cock clean of the cum of her friends, looking at him with worship in her eyes as she bulged on his monster cock.

She watched as it bulged her, moving her tits in time to titfuck it through her skin, in a kind of perverse reverse tituck that made her roll her eyes, when Jack’s cock merely touching her was enough to make her cum.

Jack's cock brought her more pleasure than she'd ever imagined possible, and she moved to titfuck him.

"Please, daddy, knock me up~" she moaned.

Jack was more than happy to comply and shot a small bit of his precum inside her.

Of course, his 'small' bit of 'precum' was still big enough fill a bottle, immediately flooding her insides, and thick and potent enough that it effortlessly raped her eggs, impregnating the egyptian almost immediately, making her pass out from pleasure.

Unlike Mei, Fareeha or Angela, Hana, Luciana and Olivia did not want Jack to be gentle. They wanted him hard, fast, rough.

And they got their wish, they were fucked beyond silly in mere seconds, their brain completely fried from pleasure as they took his godcock in, and their bodies would remember the shape of his manhood for the rest of their lives.