#i usually get very good grades but this time i seriously just want to pass it's simply too much to remember

[cheekblush]

girlies please pray for me i need to pass tomorrow's exam 😣

[josieschronicles]

Hello readers,

If you are around my age you most likely are struggling with new university life, just like I did. So as an introduction to my blog, I will give you some tips on how to start your uni life and not make the same mistakes as I did.

Academics:

Never skip classes unless you are seriously ill.

Does not matter if your university is strict with attendance or not, attend all of the classes. Depending on your major even one absence can get you behind the course material. If you have to skip the class ask the professor if you can attend it online, or if they can record it. Ask your classmates for notes that they took (but not anyone, pick that person who is very organised, maybe a little bit nerdy, usually they are the ones with useful notes). Go to the TA sessions and open hours for the topics you did not understand fully.

Always go to office hours/TA sessions.

Even if you understand everything fully and there is no confusion, still attend those sessions. Professors and TAs notice your dedication and great discipline to their class and will definitely appreciate that. Depending on the grading system (if being active during class counts towards your grades) it may also benefit your GPA. If you do not have any questions, try to find some. If you did your assignments perfectly still go and ask what could be done to improve.

There are no stupid questions.

During my first year of uni, I was too embarrassed and shy to ask questions during class and in general since I had the fear that it would be too stupid or idiotic but that took away the chances of me learning and understanding my subjects on the deeper level. Believe me, no one will notice nor care about how stupid your questions are, everyone has the same fear and even more to worry about.

Never procrastinate

For many years of my life, I had a huge problem with procrastination, I never developed a discipline, was only counting on my motivation which I got away with during high school but in university there is no other option if you want to pass your courses. The day you get your assignment start working on it, even if the deadline is not until next month. For example, I already started to brainstorm and work on my final projects for the courses.

Take care of your physical and mental health. I will post more about maintaining good health, time management, fashion, self-care routines and balancing social life with the hectic university schedule.

xoxo, Josie

[paikothecateater]

Middle school Au mini fic!

All they had to do to be left alone was take a picture of something random every five or so minutes to be left alone. If a teacher or faculty member got a bit suspicious, all they had to do then was offer to interview them for the school paper. The best human deterrent known to man.

Hong Kong and Iceland used this as a method of escaping class probably more often than they should. They were covered of course. Hong Kong took enough private lessons to make up for any classes he missed and Iceland had his older brother who'd already passed the seventh grade and made a point of ensuring that his brother was always ahead.

They made their way towards the library. The best place for them to play up their photography shtick. The librarian knew of Iceland from his brother who practically lived there.

Iceland gave her a polite nod then immediately headed towards where he knew he'd find Norway. The library had a small side room dedicated to book duplicates, broken computer bits, etcetera. Norway had been given permission by the librarian to tidy it up and use it to ditch class.

Iceland carefully opened the door to find Norway cross legged on the floor, head down, reading a Novel cradled in his lap.

The flash from Iceland's camera draws him out of his book. He looks at him with a puzzled look. Iceland grins in response.

"oh this one's golden."

Norway managed to snatch the camera to observe the very unflattering picture Iceland took of him. He narrowed his eyes at his little brother.

"you're so immature."

"call me immature again, I'll print it out and give it it's own special coloumn in the paper. Show you how immature I really am." Iceland retorted while yanking back his camera.

Hong Kong grinned as he threw himself into one of the rickety chairs.

"I say we put it right on the front page. Give everyone in the school rare access to Norway's magnificent forehead."

Norway shot him a look.

"hilarious. Aren't you two just precious? Why are you two here anyway?"

Iceland put on a face of pure innocence.

"what? Can't visit my big brother when he's on the run from the law?"

Iceland sat across from his brother, leaning his back against a box of damaged computer parts.

"we're here because we're bored and lunch break is in only ten minutes so we thought it'd be smart to get out of the hall before then." said Hong Kong as he began messing around with a broken keyboard.

Norway nodded. It was a good idea to stay out of the hallways around lunch time. Teachers really liked circling the halls then. Not to mention the intense crowd that forms.

"tried to convince Eduard to come with me, but he didn't want to get in trouble. Good call too, that teacher really likes giving him a hard time." said Norway.

Both Eduard and Finland did prefer to stay in class. Finland didn't see a need to skip class. He was never too bored and he liked being able to joke around. Eduard was always a bit scared of being found out. He didn't like breaking the rules much. He occasionally did agree to skip class. He was only caught once, but thankfully Iceland had an alibi for him.

The sound of the bell suddenly went off signaling that they probably should get their crap together. Iceland stored his and Hong Kong's camera in his messenger bag.

They waited an additional five minutes to ensure the coast would be clear before they inconspicuously ducked out of the library and headed to the cafeteria.

Denmark quickly waved them over to their table. Sweden was listening to Finland talk about some sort of children's comic he really liked.

Iceland took a seat by Eduard.

It was rare that Eduard managed to join them at lunch because he was usually occupied with his duties as the president of the writing club. A club of his own founding of course. Iceland and Liechtenstein were very eager to join when he made it. With Raivis as vice president they had enough people to justify having the club.

Eduard took it very seriously and wanted to make sure his club was the best in the school. The others couldn't help admiring his effort and determination.

It didn't take too long for the club to start getting some attention. Ukraine was very happy to join. Her sister? Not so much, but she was also eventually swayed. Eduard could be very charming if he wanted to. Bela would never admit that she joined the club because she found him charming.

He managed to make the club very enjoyable even with the serious atmosphere.

It was good that he was finally joining them at lunch.

"How's your essay coming along, Ice?"

"oh uh... Yeah... I'm gonna be honest, I didn't even start."

Eduard laughed.

"well, I honestly think I'd be worried if I ever saw the day you finished something without procrastinating. Might do a wellness check or something."

Iceland laughed.

It was true, but it was hardly his fault. He had so much work to do. Between violin lessons, play rehearsals, actual school paper duties (because there has to be something to show for all the goofing off), art lessons he barely had enough time to focus on much else.

Norway had also been persuaded by Eduard to join the club. He liked it well enough. When asked the same question by Eduard, he shrugged.

"didn't think writing romance would be so difficult."

"well, you do read a lot of it. Thought you'd like writing it."

"reading romance and writing it are two drastically different things. I thought I'd like it, but it's so damn hard. I can't figure out how to make my characters likable enough."

"I can help you out with it in our meeting later today."

"Boooriiiing!"

They turned to look at Denmark. Norway gave him an unamused look.

"oh I assume you'd rather talk about sports then?"

"yep! I have a volleyball game today!"

"again? Man, do you have them every other day or what?"

"no, we have one every week. What? Are you saying you're not going to watch it?"

"I don't think that's an option. We all go home together."

Denmark grins.

"it's a date then!"

[gaypeople4itzy]

Paired up with a pretty girl

ft Itzy's lia

warnings : none, pure fluffy !!

wordcount : 1,2k

Hello hello guys^^I love this work so so much ! I hope you guys will as well <3

You immediately turned to your friend who was already staring at you as the teacher announced the upcoming project for her class. She began explaining the many details of the rules to follow for this future presentation that would be done in teams of two. Excited in your seat, you were already thinking about ideas that could suit both you and your friend to present in front of the class

Though your excitement was quickly blown away as the teacher announced that she had already made the teams, wanting her class to work seriously, and stating that the pairings she had made were well-thought of. A little disappointed, you hoped to be with someone that would do their work properly, and even if it was someone you didn’t get along with, at least you could get a decent grade on it. What really mattered to you was to be successful in this class, so whoever was going to be with you would just have to do their part and that’s it ! Not so bad, or you so thought?

The teacher began calling students’ name, telling them with who they were going to be with. Waiting for your turn, you were looking at your friend, who seemingly wasn’t happy of the guy they had gotten paired up with. You hoped for the best as your name was called

“You will work with miss Choi”, you heard

Choi, Choi Jisu or Choi Lia, a girl you had never really interacted with. She seemed pretty nice but there wasn’t much you could say about her since you both had never had a proper conversation. She was always around her friend group, and you were with yours, really, it would be an occasion for you guys to get to know each other!

Coming from behind you, she stood on your side as she took the papers the teacher weas handing in. Turning around to look at you, she told you in such a sweet voice “I’m more than flattered to work with you”. Enthusiastically, you replied that you were too

You couldn’t help but to notice a glimpse of a sly smile on her face, or maybe you had seen wrong?

Heading back to your seat, she offered you guys would go to hers, where there was much more space, to begin discussing the process of the project. Minutes passed quickly as you were both laughing and overall having a good time, meanwhile getting some work and preparations done. It was way better than you anticipated!

A few days passed as life went by until Lia stopped you at your locker and invited you to her house that very night. She excused herself for asking you so suddenly, but she explained that she would rather get the project done by fast, and of course you accepted right away!

At the end of the school day, you expected to have to find Jisu yourself. So you were rather surprised to catch her waiting for you at your locker, with that same sly smile on her face. Just what was she thinking about ?

Seeing you arrive, she immediately greeted you and complimented your hair. She then went on about how the walk to her place could be a little long, offering to carry your stuff for you. At first you declined, not wanting to have the poor girl take your heavy bag, but after she asked again in such a cute manner, you couldn’t say no to her !

On your way there, you guys talked and laughed, it was genuinely fun to be around Jisu, like something unique connected the both of you. The walk didn’t seem long at all after all, you arrived rather quickly at her house

Leading the way to her bedroom, she told you you could sit on her bed as she took a chair and sat down. Getting your stuff out, you began to tell her about the idea you had thought of for the presentation. As you ranted about your idea and the text you were preparing, it seemed as if she was staring at you, well, not really at you but more specifically, staring at your lips

You brushed it off thinking you were just assuming things, though you could feel your heart beat a little faster than usual. Trying to keep your composure, you finished explaining and Jisu gave you a warm smile, proudly agreeing to your idea and telling you she liked the thought of doing what you suggested for your final project

The rest of the evening went by fast, too soon you had to excuse yourself to Jisu, saying that you had to head home to avoid getting your mother angry. Accompanying you to her front door, Jisu seemed a little disappointed to have you leave. Taking one of your hands in hers, she held it as she picked up your stuff and gave it to you. Jisu wished you to walk home safely as she let go of you, closing the door

Staring at your own hand for a few minutes, you felt like you were floating among clouds

Just what was that ?

A few weeks passed as your sessions at Jisu’s house multiplied, the work to do was becoming thinner and thinner, you guys had got it done two weeks before its due date. As that deadline was approaching, you could feel yourself feel more nervous than usual

One night, a few days before the presentation, Jisu could feel you tense as she was speaking to you. Interrupting herself, she asked you if you were feeling okay, sensing your nervousness. Replying to her that you just felt a little stressed out, you promised her you were okay, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of her or seem like you couldn’t do it. You were just naturally scared of presenting in front of the class, but she didn’t have to know that !

Standing up, Jisu walked towards you. Taking your face in her hands, she said “I’ve got a good way to relieve stress. May I ?” Your heartbeat increasing, it wasn’t the first time Jisu had acted a bit more flirty than friendly during your sessions, but you had never made assumptions that she was actually serious

Wondering if she was going to do what you thought she would, you let out a shy yes

Pressing her lips against yours, her hands went down to your waist as yours went up to her neck. She softly bit on your lip as you tried to deepen the kiss, not wanting this moment to end. You both stayed that way until you were out of breath, watching her pull away with a proud smile as you felt your face heat up like crazy

Her solution had worked, no longer stressed about the presentation, too focused on her presence and how nervous you felt being around her. Thinking of what to say, she leaned in towards you again, kissing you like it was her last breath, 

And you kissed back the same, not wanting to miss any opportunity of feeling her lips on yours

[lilredghost]

baby bestie because i read chp 14 so late im feeling like its my birthday, that i get chp 15 so early!! can i just quickly take the moment to scream about the dream scene??? all those little tells that maybe this isnt right (inception vibes). this was so brilliant

also obi's downward spiral about if anakin loves him or married himbeacuse he is an alpha IM CRYING WITH HIM OH GOD WHAT IF OBI NEVER CLAIMED HE WAS AN ALPHA AND STILL RULED OBIKIN WOULD NEVER HAVE MET PLS

Obi-Wan has had a hard time keeping his head on straight, this last week. A harder time than usual, anyway.

A side effect of all the stress, perhaps. babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason

Anakin's hand has settled on his thigh; it grips him tight, bold and claiming, under the table.

Obi-Wan wonders if it will leave bruises.

The fingers creep closer— not further up but further in, ghosting the edge of the scent gland there— and Obi-Wan has to swallow back his arousal, trying to focus on Luminara. oh he's so jealous thisis such a good thing to read in fics but somehow such a red flag irl uk ill read any fic if it says possesive anakin

He feels like he’s back in his wedding finery, wondering why his fiancé won’t look at him.

His husband won’t look at him. i cried then for obi-wan and im crying for now poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass and now he knows anakin may never have married him????? i love it when u put obi-wan thru the horrors

im just gonna very casually read thru the rst of the fic again cause i simply love the writing style in this and i have creative writing hostel championship coming up so. uk. i would really like to write as well as you

(Referring to ch 15 of Their fragrance came from you)

Baby!! I had so much fun with the dream scenes honestly!! I felt so evil writing it but it was so so satisfying (summary of this whole chapter honestly). My aim with those slightly wrong things was that you wouldn't quite be able to tell if it was just Obi-Wan's unreliable narration at work (especially because he often has moments where he's caught up in something and "doesn't quite remember"/"didn't realize" something happened), or if there was actually something wrong! I also thought about having the whole dream sequence in italics, but I wanted the reader to take Obi-Wan's introspection about not being an alpha seriously.

And the repetition of things which happened in the dream, but slightly different… idk what drove me to do that, but I'm soooo happy I did. I think it adds so much flavor in showing how Obi-Wan perceives the world (or how he fears it to be) vs. how it actually is!

Ahhh the concept of Obi-Wan openly being the first omega ruler from the beginning! He would have come out sooo much less depressed 🥺🥺 (But maybe, in some ways, more stern? He has to show that he's not soft just because he's an omega, after all!) I love to think that in an AU like this, Stewjon and Tatooine still needed that mutual help so they went to make an alliance. But since there's no immediate candidate that's obvious for marriage, Tatooine doesn't write anything about marriage in their terms, hoping it will pass under the radar (it does). They settle instead on a sort of cultural exchange where Anakin will come spend some time in Jedha and then later Obi-Wan will go and visit Mos Espa. And hey, two omegas in positions of power… working closely together…. Obi-Wan gets to be Anakin's friend without jumping through all the hoops. Anakin gets to learn all about Obi-Wan's secret dreams of marriage. And then Obi-Wan's heat rolls around, and Anakin offers to help, and-- Well, the rest is history!

"babygirl change your suppresants pls theyre stressing you out i still dont trust komari she is maham anga's character for a reason" ALFKJSDLKFJSKJ THE WAY I CACKLED. She IS maham anga's character for a reason, but not this reason!!

The grade of suppressants Obi-Wan is taking are only meant to be used in the short term (a few years, with medically scheduled heats once or twice a year) in cases where it's not safe for an omega to be having heats. Otherwise, he should be taking regular-strength suppressants (with that same caveat of medically scheduled heats once or twice a year, along with a full detox every five or so years).

But uh. He's been taking them for twenty years. One medical heat a year, to mimic an alpha's biorhythm. No detoxes. It's a wonder his suppressants hadn't failed up until this point already. On top of all that is the new stimulation that he's getting from Anakin, which has his body trying to react like an omega (like Anakin's mate!!) and so it's also actively fighting through the suppressants rn. They're definitely failing, but they're failing slowly enough that he hasn't noticed. ((Also the idea that they'd fail is so inconceivable to him…. he's definitely not a doctor, lol))

I get you on the jealousy honestly I would HATE if someone did that irl but I'm such a fucking sucker for it in fiction. Anakin will cool down about it once he feels more secure, but I feel like it's necessary for his character to go through that development rather than being chill about Luminara from the get-go.

"poor baby had all his childhood dreams broken like sugar glass" LITERALLY 😭���� I wrote a post a while back about how Obi-Wan didn't want to tell Anakin about his designation yet because he was too afraid of losing him. But now (he thinks) he's lost Anakin already!!

Luckily, Anakin will convince him that he wants to stay. So yes I'm putting Obi-Wan through the horrors, but. Ultimately it's so that he can heal and move on

And I'm so happy you like my writing style, I think it's really grown into itself (and grown on me, too) over the course of the fic! Good luck on your writing competition -- I'm sure you'll do well 💖💖

[imgabysama]

Touko Harima

Some Touko Harima headcanons I've been thinking about:

- Harima was extrovert and very talkative, she was autistic and hyper-focused on ghouls, much to her parents' misfortune.

- They don't know where her interest in ghouls came from, but since the age of eight Harima wants to be a ghoul, when she found out she couldn't, she switched to ghoul investigator.

- Her parents did everything to make her give up the idea, Harima was kind, definitely not fit for that, but she passed among the best in the tests.

- She was good with people but very talkative, most classmates in the CCG weren't interested in friendship, the other men were usually mean or badmouthing behind her back, the other girl in the class was kind but not interested in friendship either.

- Usually, when Harima caught one of her classmates being mean or doubting her abilities, she would smile and ask something like "I don't understand, why did I say that?" or "can you explain more to me what you are talking about?" and then the person was extremely embarrassed.

- She approached Amon when her grades started to drop, he was the best in the class, he didn't talk bad about her (or anyone else), she thought he was cute and a little grumpy, she learned to buy him with sweets and homemade food.

- The main reason Harima's grades dropped is because the teachers, except Shinohara, didn't like her, she always asked terrible and profound questions about ghouls, doubted everything, on tests, she always left more humanistic notes.

- Eventually she stopped asking questions, after being called in direction and threatened with being kicked out of the room, Amon realized that she was sad, but he was avoiding trouble at the time so he just pretended he didn't notice anything.

– After she graduated, Harima went to Aura Kiyoko's team, despite her fascination with ghouls, she was able to do the job with skill, her physical abilities are what allowed her to stay in academy.

- She asked Amon on a date after a few months, he rejected her, she asked again, until Amon relented, they went on dates, Harima cooked for him, Amon even met her parents.

- Mado didn't like her very much, she was so chatty, always wandering between how fascinating ghouls are, their kagunes, what do they think? She asked too much, in any case, Mado was kind because she was his partner's dear girlfriend.

- Amon was very nervous with her parents, but they accepted him quickly, especially her mother, her father was a little afraid, prejudiced because Amon was an orphan, but seeing that he was a good boy, the man relented.

- Harima constantly mentioned Doujima to Amon, a quinque so awkward and heavy, she had no use for a woman to wield. Amon never imagined that all that time she was trying to give him Doujima.

- She didn't die immediately in the 24th district, but she was seriously injured and hospitalized, Amon spent days sleeping in the hospital, but after days and weeks she passed away, in a state of semi-consciousness.

- After two weeks, she couldn't resist, her parents chose to turn off the machines rather than make her suffer any more.

- Extra: she has slightly prominent front teeth, she had braces a few times, but her teeth returned to their original position in a few months, eventually, she ended up giving up on getting it fixed, mainly because the dental work was painful and uncomfortable for her.

[aslannadir]

[ oktay çubuk, cismale, he/him ] - was that ASLAN NADIR i saw by the lighthouse today? i heard that the TWENTY-EIGHT year old who has been in nightrest for HIS WHOLE LIFE and works as a DJ AT MEDUSA has a reputation of being EASY GOING, but also NONCHALANT. they reside in LOW POINT & people in town usually associate them with THE SOUND OF LOUD MUSIC BLASTING, AN ASSORTMENT OF EXPENSIVE LIQUOR, & A LOPSIDED GRIN PLASTERED ON HIS LIPS. let’s hope the killer doesn’t go after them next. [ jia, 28, she/her, gmt+3, n/a ]

STATISTICS.

NAME: Aslan Kerem Nadir

AGE: 28 years old

BIRTHDAY: November 11, 1994

ZODIAC CHART: Scorpio sun, capricorn moon, scorpio rising

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cismale, he/him

FACE CLAIM: Oktay Çubuk

OCCUPATION: DJ at Medusa

PLACE OF BIRTH: Nightrest, Salem, Massachusetts

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Low Point

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

HEIGHT: 5′11″ (180 cm)

BACKGROUND.

Aslan was born and raised in Nightrest, and has known a life of luxury and privilege since he was a little kid, with everything handed to him and his younger sister, Azra on a silver platter. Aslan doesn’t remember a time where his family didn’t shower him and his sister with attention growing up.

A virtuoso from a very young age, his parents had supported this hobby, even though it came at the expense of his grades. He didn’t particularly care about school apart from being the center of attention, attending every single party there is and having a big group of friends. It came easy with his charismatic and playful personality. He skated by at school, doing just the bare minimum to pass his classes and eventually graduate. He didn’t feel the need to abide by rules when his parents didn’t even enforce them.

They were fine with how wild their eldest was, especially because he at least graduated school, even though he refused to go to college. However, eventually, it became too much and they threatened to cut him off and cut his access to his trust fund. Which, fair, he supposes. He’s always splurged. It didn’t help that his sister did the same. Their condition was simple—get a job. They wanted their son to be responsible for once. So, he got a job as a DJ at Medusa. It didn’t feel like a job when it’s at a nightclub and he still gets to be somewhere with loud music, good vibes, and booze. It felt like a two birds one stone situation, if you asked him.

Much to his parents’ dismay, that didn’t make him any more responsible. He still splurged, still partied too much, slept around. But hey, he has his own place and his own job, he’s independent as far as he’s concerned!

PERSONALITY.

Aslan’s a spoiled brat. He’ll bullshit his way to get what he wants and expects things to come to him without putting in any real effort. He’s good with words, a charismatic flirt through and through, who will joke, tease, and banter. There’s very little he cares about, i.e., his sister, his cat, money, music, partying, fucking around, and his close friends. He can play the drums, guitar (both electric and acoustic), and piano. He’s composed music, too, but it’s not something he shares with people. He’s very nonchalant and dismissive, and doesn’t take things seriously, simply because there’s nothing that’s really worth it. He’s pretty cocky and selfish, and will very rarely put others’ needs above his own. He likes to fool around and hook up. He’s not against dating, but his relationships don’t last long because he gets bored too quickly. His longest relationship is probably four or five months.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

Ride-or-die

Exes

Close friends

Party friends

Drinking buddies

Smoking buddies

Hookups/flings/FWB

Neighbors and coworkers

Good influence on him

He’s a bad influence on them

Family friends

Someone he annoys for fun

Ex friends

Enemies

Unexpected friends

Someone he can share his passion for music with

Honestly anything, I want it all <3

[andstilliam]

i slept 10h last night. it's a good thing i didn't bother taking melatonin. i was so tired. i'm still tired, i could sleep some more. it's definitely low iron coupled with my period. i have contemplated taking my floradix iron pill tonight. i think that i will. so today was a very late start. i decided to treat myself to a coffee at the waterfront. i almost got a little brownie as well but ultimately decided against it because my planned guilty pleasure dinner tonight was popcorn with marshmallow fluff and nutella lol. :P plus i usually treat myself after my exam so i might go back there to get the brownie on thursday, idk yet.

right now, i am seriously unprepared for this bio exam and it's stressing me out. i'm contemplating showing up at all. i'm not really sure what the endgame is here, but i don't believe that i will be accumulating any credits this term, so that's basically 2 years shaved off my degree. a complete and utter waste. my guess is that i'm just here over 1 yr to get put in the underweight bmi category to then be transferred to the University of Enduring Anorexia where i'll pass all my classes with flying colours, so long as i look like a skeleton. i mean, i don't know how else to process this buffoonery. my mental health is destroyed beyond repair and i've run out of delusions to turn to. i'm not going to do well in this bio course because jennifer is my teacher. my thought process goes something like this: 1) she is judging my results for anorexia research. 2) if that's not the case, then the content of the course has been manipulated to skew my results. 3) she has been placed as my teacher in an effort to psychologically manipulate my grades based on past trauma. 4) i'm a niggering retard. how the fuck am i supposed to succeed when these fucking doctors are ruining my life? i mean, seriously, what the fuck. and this has been going on for a while, this level of trickery. this is my life, my education and my health.......i am being mocked for being epileptic among other things, it's just the worst. it's gross medical misconduct and it's baffling to me. i cannot process this. the medical negligence is traumatic enough, but this is overkill. this is fucking overkill. and then to call and tell me to see my provider, are you fucking serious? yall are a fucking joke for this. my mind never could've come up with this level of terror. i am in a real life horror film.

i'm getting eager to know my weight but i promised i wouldn't weigh in until january since it'll mark a year of restriction. i also feel like january is a terrible time to weigh in because it's right after the holidays, so i'm thinking perhaps a little before then, like mid december just before i leave for the holidays.

tbh i prefer not weighing myself at the moment. it's a lot less stressful for me. i feel like i'm able to carry on with my daily intake a lot more smoothly. so i don't want to weigh in. i did buy a new scale that i want to use but i'm just not prepared right now and of course i refuse to go to student health here after they almost killed me last year. i'm just not going to weigh in at the doctors. i refuse to do it. not after everything i've learned. i'm fucking mortified and i refuse to do it. i am not going to the doctor until further notice......

my bod is def shrinking, but my breasts and my stomach area are not ideal at the moment. it's so strange how weight loss varies each time. i'm also not as restrictive with the types of food i eat.

[kisses4kait]

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Being at school is really not for the weak. Stinky, hormonal, drama filled teenagers. They always complain about how hard their lives are despite most of this ‘hard stuff’ being their own decisions. You can complain all you want about how hard it is to focus and how you can’t wake up super early and yet you are smoking weed every waking second. I'm guilty of this too. I complain about being tired all the time even though i take 10 benadryl a day and smoke my cart at night. Staying awake till 3 am because I'm so high I can't move. I wouldn't say I'm addicted to benadryl. I can live without it, but does this also mean I still take 10 pills of it a day? Yes. It's just a simple thing. Since starting to take it my allergies have gone away for the most part and I want to believe I'm losing weight. I wake up every morning feeling hungover because the benadryl rips apart my liver. I prefer it this way. It makes getting up in the morning a bit easier. I wake up feeling so gross that I don't want to eat breakfast. I usually eat lunch around 12:30. The time before i go to school, and when i get home.

I have 2 spare blocks this semester because I dropped my volleyball gym class because everybody was either too cool to play, or did not know how to play. The gym floors were also waxed recently so diving on them was terrible. I feel like I've lost my passion for volleyball, I still love it though. But girls in sports are so mean and unforgiving. They either want to be the best or just play a fun sport to pass the time and make their tiny butts bigger. But mixing these girls within each other is just a recipe for disaster. The girls who wanna take it seriously berate and get mad at the chill girls because they aren't trying hard enough. And the chill girls make fun of the girls who take it seriously for putting so much time and effort into this stupid sport. I fit in right around the middle. I know I can never be the best at the sport but I still try and have fun. I also dropped my foundations of math 12 class. The colleges I'm applying to changed their requirements and now the math class I'm in now is useless for anything. So I dropped that class and registered online for pre-calculus 12. Everybody keeps telling me it's a hard class but I think they are fully lying. It cannot be THAT hard. I go to school everyday but for only 2 hours each day. I go for one class then go home. Or wake up super late and go to class after lunch is over. It's not like I have a group of friends who are always waiting for me or giving me a reason to actually go to school. Of course I have friends, but I don't really like them. Kids my age are so immature and only care about drama and parties. I do enjoy parties but I hate drama. Exactly what you are getting out of spreading a rumor about somebody. I don't care that this person called you a bitch. I don't care if your boyfriend left you for 5 hours.

Actually I do care about that stuff. I just hate when people try to get me involved in drama. I stay far away from it and yet it always follows me. It's probably because of teresa. Teressa is this girl in my grade. Overly Bleached blonde hair, plump figure, cakey makeup and a very 2 faced personality. She is very persuasive. Making you feel special by asking you to hang out in a big group of girls who are dying for a chance to talk to her or hit her vape. Hanging out with Teresa at first made me feel really good. This girl who everybody knows wants to hang out with me? It was my dream. But everytime i hang out with her, she always humiliates me or makes me feel used. She has me drive her and her little boyfriends around town and spend hundreds of dollars on things and then never give them back. She makes promises she cannot keep. “I'll buy you gas next time i see you” “i'll buy you cart” but then when it comes time to do it, she cheaps out or makes some bullshit excuse on why she can't. “I'll buy you a tank of gas” and she spends $5 and makes me pay the difference. “I'll buy you a cart” and then tells me she knows no dealers. And she doesn't take accountability for the drunk men she brings into my car.

Jacob her gay friend, who is also fucking her, is the most selfish and annoying person i know. I want to get mad and hate him but I know that does nothing but fuel his ego. He's tall, also has overly-bleached hair, big lips and feet that point outward when he walks. He has been addicted to multiple drugs and uses other forms of drugs to stop the others. Stop doing heroin? Start smoking cigarettes. Stop taking xanax? Become an alcoholic. He's like those girls who pretended to be depressed in middle school. Complain that her wrists hurt from cutting them open but wear t-shirts to show them off. He complains that his other friend got him into drugs. But actively asks for more drugs and talks about how good they make you feel. He has been bragging about being an alcoholic for a couple days now and it's getting exhausting.

The other night I went to pick Teressa up and he was so drunk and they both got us kicked out of the football team. I wouldn't let Jacob climb the fence, and in retaliation he threw my book out the window. I brought it up to him and he just smiled and told me that it couldn't have been him. Even after he was going through my school bag and throwing shit everywhere.

[zootplayz]

Founding a Legacy

Damien has decided he's not making as much money as he could be in his 9 to 5 job so he applied for some scholarships to go back to school and really start bringing in the dough.

While he awaited results he distracted himself with some casual woohoo with his favorite hook-up call, Luna Villareal.

Sure she's dumb as a stump but she's a mighty fine roll in the hay. Damien finally got the news he was accepted into a distinguished history degree with a full ride to Britechester after receiving various scholarships. That of course brings up the question of what to do with his favorite girl.

Yeah, Lucifer is a girl - check your facts next time Zoot. As usual, Mom was there and happily took Luci in despite how angry it made Malcolm. This just made the deal that much sweeter for Damien. What was not sweet was moving into your new dorm and your gross-ass roommate starts making the moves on your clueless mother!

Just moved in and already our boy hates everyone around him. Damien couldn't stand what he was seeing and never wanting to upset his mother he chose to explore the campus and was just in awe of the fact he was the first sim to experience the true university experience.

Then some hateful little wanna-be goth - so-called Pleasant chick went and ruined the whole thing by defacing the symbol of learning and ruining Damien's moment.

Who the hell enrolled these peasants? Damien found a sense of accomplishment in his work for the school. Because every good grade gets him that much closer to rolling in simoleons.

But eventually, he would have to return to his dorm and deal with these jackass roommates he was assigned.

Damien's not the weak kid he once was and now he gives the black eyes.

Whoever said you can't have more enemies than your generation's rules state? Damien spent almost all of his time studying and had very little time for socialization. Besides, look at the people around here, they are not exactly his equals. But as usual, his kind mom convinced him to get out there and meet people, there's more to life than money she would say. Damien didn't believe a word of that but he heeded his mothers' advice and headed to the campus bar. Was challenged (you dare challenge me?!) to a game of juice pong by some tech nerd from Foxbury and Damien made sure this twit knew who was on top.

But Damien's not as young as these kids and with each passing semester he can feel his time as a young adult ending and he desperately wants to leave a legacy behind him.

Being so focused on the almighty simoleon, however, there is no one in his life but Luna. Guess she's going to have to do.

Nearing the end of his university days (thank you Watcher) the roommates finally started contributing and brought Damien, food!

Seriously, that was the high point of my university experience with Damien. As usual, I could not wait to get my sim out of there. I'll definitely be sticking with school from home absolutely love that! Not interested in the experience my sims just want to earn more dough and get professional jobs. That's why Damien went and while he was away at school some peasants moved into his bug-infested shack in Strangerville. But that was no skin off Damien's nose his mother had sent him the key and deed to his old home back in Oasis Springs. Seems that as Malcolm's elder days approach, he becomes easier and easier to manipulate by his sweetly evil wife. Once Damien had those he planned a whole renovation of the property. He did all this while getting top marks in school. So when he finally graduated the house was ready.

Damien is truly a force to be reckoned with. It was good to be back in the Oasis with his Luci.

Man, I missed that dog. Damien has changed so much since he left that everyone believes he is a newcomer to the area. Which is perfectly fine by him he isn't that sweet little boy anymore. Damien isn't totally alone however he does have a family that he cares for immensely. Well minus his father and I pity anyone that hurts his young berry cousins.

And then there's Luna, sweet, stupid, clueless and innocent Luna who never says no.

When she showed up months later to tell Damien they were going to have a baby he was thrilled!

Because frankly if she had just gotten that out of shape he was going to have to find another booty call. But pregnancy is far better news, this means he can start his legacy but it's gotta be done right. No child of his was going to be called a Villareal.

What, did you expect some sort of ceremony Luna? Maybe you should learn how to say no. When Luna moved in she didn't come alone. She brought her families dog Princess with her.

Initially, Damien was annoyed but this sweet face hides a dark soul underneath, kind of like his mom. But we are getting ahead of ourselves. After his graduation and with his distinguished degree Damien was able to land a job as a high-paying judge.

I pray for anyone put before his bench. They better have deep pockets. Just like that Damien is shedding the days of young adult.

And burgeoning into the founder of a legacy to be respected.

Good luck Luna.

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[friendlyneighborhoodhorrornerd]

"Mercury Tubes"

Content Warnings: bright lights, hospital (although no explicit medical scenes), mental illness

“Let’s start with your name.”

“Vee—Silvia Jones.”

I looked up, cocking my head. “Vee?”

“M-My friends call me Vee.”

“Would you prefer me to call you that?”

She looked away, nodding slightly.

I nodded, checking off boxes as I moved down the list. “Age?”

“Seventeen.”

“What year is it?”

“Twenty-twenty-three.”

“Good, good.” As far as I knew, she was lucid as soon as she had woken up, but I needed to be sure, especially considering some of what she had told me already. “Alright, Vee, why don’t you start from the beginning. What do you remember happening, exactly?”

She tensed up, shrinking into herself.

“Vee?”

“…you won’t believe me.”

I sighed, placing the clipboard down next to me and leaning forward in my seat. “Why are you worried about that?”

“Because you won’t.”

I paused, choosing my next words carefully. “I promise, I fully intend to take your health concerns seriously—”

“It’s not about that,” She huffed. “It’s just…”

I waited.

“You’ve got plenty of crazies coming in here, right? Telling you crazy stories of aliens and… underground lizard people?”

I leaned back, crossing my arms. “We… occasionally get people coming in with more out-there claims.”

“And what do you tell them?”

I exhaled. “Usually, such claims that directly clash with reality indicate that a patient requires further help and intervention, such as more comprehensive psychiatric care.”

She looked down, unsatisfied with that answer.

“Vee,” I started slowly, “are you concerned that telling me what you experienced is going to make me think you’re—”

“Crazy?”

“In need of psychiatric care.” I corrected.

She stared at me. “Well, are you?”

I took off my glasses and met her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re going to tell me, so I cannot make any judgements or diagnoses yet. However,” I paused, “unless there is any indication that you pose a threat to yourself or others, any psychiatric care I might recommend would simply be in the form of therapy, and will not be enforced against your will. More than that, I will likely recommend it no matter what you tell me happened. You have been through a traumatic experience, and having some lingering psychological effects would not be surprising, so there is nothing wrong with needing a therapist to get through those.”

Vee was quiet for a moment.

“So… you’re not gonna institutionalize me?”

“Not without a very compelling reason.”

She went quiet again.

I placed my hand on the end of the bed. “Please, Vee, I want to help you. You’ve been through a lot, and I want to support you in recovering from that. But I need you to tell me what happened if I’m going to be able to do that.” I paused, waiting for her to react. “Do you think you can do that for me.”

She stared at the foot of the hospital bed for a moment as she started to think. “I was sitting outside of the counselor’s office, I think. She had wanted to talk to me about my grades after school, but was busy with another student, so I had to wait outside. It wasn’t that late, maybe 3:15 or so? Still, the school already seemed pretty empty. The hallways were silent apart from the humming fluorescent lights and the occasional lone student getting something from their locker. My phone was dead, so I didn’t have much to pass the time. I sorta thought about getting started on homework and stuff, but I didn’t think it’d be any more interesting than just staring at a wall.” She chuckled. “Probably has something to do with why I was there in the first place.”

She took a breath.

“I think… the first thing that felt off was… the clock.”

“The clock?” It seemed out of place to me.

“Yeah, on the wall in front of me. I’d check it every so often as I waited, trying to keep my mind off of the meeting, and it seemed… inconsistent? Like, sometimes it felt like forever and only a couple minutes would tick by, or I’d turn my head for a second and lose 15 minutes. A few times I could’ve sworn it was earlier than the last time I had checked, like it had gone backwards. Once I tried to count with it, closing my eyes and trying to keep in time for exactly 60 seconds, but when I opened my eyes, I swear it was the same moment as when I had started.”

“Hmm.” I tapped my pen. That mostly just sounds like anxiety, I thought, but I might want to wait for the bloodwork before saying anything for sure. It’s possible there’s something that was affecting her.

She stopped, looking as if she was expecting me to diagnose her then and there.

“Sorry. Please, continue.”

She exhaled, almost in relief. “I figured I must have been imagining things from the stress, so I-I went over to the fountain to get some water. It tasted… vaguely metallic? Like it was full of quarters or something. It was cold, too. I remember shuddering as I swallowed. Then…” She stopped, trying to determine whether or not she should continue. “For a second, I thought I saw a faint flash of light out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked up, I couldn’t see anything.”

She looked back at me, waiting for a reaction. It didn’t seem very outlandish to me—from what I was told beforehand about what happened, it lines up perfectly as an early indication of the risk. The way she looked at me, though, made me think she saw it as an indication of something much worse.

I nodded, indicating for her to continue.

“I went back to my seat, feeling a little better, but I was still extremely fidgety; I couldn’t stop my leg from shaking no matter how hard I tried, and my feet started to feel tingly after a while.”

“I think it was then that I noticed how much the lights above me were flickering. They seemed almost regular, pulsing every few seconds with a loud buzz.” She shuddered. Evidently, recounting this part was painful, and I couldn’t blame her.

“Do you want to stop? We can pick this up later if you—"

She cut me off. “I looked down the hallway and saw that the rest of them were doing the same thing, brightening and dimming in time with each other. The hallway looked a lot longer than I thought it was, too, glowing lines blurring together as they got further and further, coalescing into a single point of light in the distance.” Her stare got even more vacant as she spoke, as she was no longer here, but was back in the hallway experiencing it all over again.

“Then the lights pulsed again, and the point looked to be ever so slightly closer.”

I tapped my pen against the clipboard, trying to hide my own growing nervousness.

“I stood up, staring down the hallway. It seemed to appear as the lights brightened and faded as they dimmed, each time a few doors further along. I couldn’t see any source, but it seemed to bob up and down, as though held by someone walking down the corridor.”

“Slowly I began backing towards the counselor’s office, struggling to stay upright on my shaking legs. Not taking my eyes off the light, I knocked on the door a few times. I didn’t care if she had another meeting, I needed to get out of that hallway.” Her hands were gripping the sheets, knuckles white. Mine were too as I squeezed the pen, trying to keep her from noticing my reactions. She didn’t need me adding to the stress.

She paused, staring into space. I didn’t want to make her continue if it was causing her this much pain, but she seemed to be determined to tell the story, so I wasn’t going to stop her. The details didn’t seem to be adding up with what I was told from the scene, but I didn’t want to interrupt her, so I gestured for her to continue. “Did she open the door?” I asked.

She shook her head.

“I turned and banged on the door again, more forcefully. Again, nothing. I tried to twist the handle, but it wouldn’t budge, locked from the inside. I turned back to the hallway and saw that the light now resolved itself into the vague shape of a person, tall and glowing with the same white as the lights, slowly walking forward with a blood-chilling determination as I kept slamming my fists against the door. As it walked, it pulsed with the lights overhead, gradually getting closer and closer until it was only 6 rooms away.”

“That’s when the door to the counselor’s office finally opened, and suddenly Mrs. Doyle was hovering over me, confused and irritated.”

“Wait, so you spoke to Mrs. Doyle?”

She nodded. “I looked back down the hallway. The lights were back to normal, and the thing that was approaching was nowhere to be seen. I even saw a few kids hanging out towards the end of the corridor that I could’ve sworn weren’t there a second ago. Ms. Doyle asked if I was alright, gesturing into the room, and I apologized and walked in.”

“…huh. That’s…” Vee looked back at me, concerned. I waved. “Nevermind, it doesn’t matter.”

Vee started again. “She sat down across from me and pulled out a file folder, and started going through my record. She started talking to me about various dips in my grades, repeating what teachers had told her, that sort of thing. I nodded along and absentmindedly responded to what she said, but for the most part, I watched the light in the ceiling. Every time it flickered I held my breath, waiting for the same pulsing to start again. Eventually, she took notice, and sternly asked if I was paying attention. I told her of course I was, I just had a lot on my mind, which seemed to be enough for her.”

“She continued, and this time I really tried to listen. I kept my eyes off of the light, but I could still see its reflection in her glasses, so I immediately noticed when…” She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself under control. “…when it started to pulse, again.”

“The light in the counselor’s office?”

Vee nodded. “The same rhythm as outside. I tried to ignore it, but it got more and more intense until I could barely keep my eyes open from the glare. I looked up at it, and—and—“ She started hyperventilating. I got up next to the head of her bed and put my hand on her shoulder, trying to calm her down. After a minute, her breathing slowed, but remained shaky. I handed her a glass of water from the bedside table, which she took a sip of with shaking hands.

“I think this is probably enough for today. Why don’t we—”

“A hand.”

“Sorry?”

“There was a hand. Coming from the light. It had long, pointed fingers and pulsed with the light as it tried to reach out towards me.” She rubbed the burn marks on her arm.

I sat back down.

“I fell backwards in my chair, nearly knocking myself out on the door. Mrs. Doyle was too shocked to respond, so I took the chance and just… ran. I threw open the door and bolted down the hallway. As I looked behind me, I saw multiple glowing figures, I think 5 or 6? They were of varying sizes, some around my height, others needing to hunch to keep below the ceilings. They were like…” She pauses, thinking of an adequate description. “In chemistry last year, we did an experiment with burning magnesium where the teacher told us we couldn’t look directly at it for long cause we might seriously damage our eyes. They were like that, this… overwhelming white light, the pulsing getting faster and faster.”

“I tried to keep running, but I was stumbling a lot, barely able to keep my balance, and when I turned a corner, I came face to face with one of the figures. I could feel the heat coming off of it, and when it grabbed my arm—” she tensed her right arm, the five long burn marks seeming like fingers tightening around her skin, “it felt like my skin was being seared through. I tried to scream, but it was like the heat was burning the air from my lungs as he pushed me against a wall. He cocked his head and, somehow, he smiled at me. His face didn’t change, there were no discernable features in the pulsing light, but I could just… feel it.” Her breath was growing faster as she started gripping the covers again. “H-he… he held his other hand up, and slowly covered my face with it, and I-I felt the heat searing into my eyes. I tried to scream, but the air was being burned out of me before I could, and my lungs felt like they were filling with smoke as my insides were seared.”

I waited a moment, holding my clipboard so tight it nearly snapped in my hands.

“And then… I just woke up, I think. That was the last thing I remember before the hospital.”

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding in. The story had affected me a lot more than I thought it would, so I tried to recenter myself in my chair. “And you… haven’t had anything like this happen since then?”

She shook her head. “Nothing at the hospital, although there’s a reason I asked to be moved to a room with more natural light.”

I nodded absentmindedly.

“So… any diagnoses? Still committing to that ‘not gonna lock me up’ bit?” She chuckled, hiding a very real fear behind her laugh.

“Hm? Oh, no, there’s still no reason for that at all.”

“Well, any kind of idea why I saw what I saw?”

“I, uh…” I thought for a moment. “It’s possible it’s a symptom of some psychiatric illness, but you have no history of anything before this, so I doubt you’d be experiencing such complicated hallucinations so quickly. I think it’s more likely you were exposed to some kind of hallucinogen.”

She turned pale. “I—I don’t do drugs or anything, I promise, I’m clean—”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean like that.” I shook my head. “Even if you had, it’s not my job to lecture you for that, just to make sure you have the right treatment. I’m more worried about accidental exposure, especially because it could mean there’s something in the rest of the school.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“For now, just focus on getting some rest. I’ll let you know when we get more conclusive results from the bloodwork.”

She nodded.

I got up and made my way to the door. Before leaving, I stopped by the light switch. “On, or—”

“Off, please.”

I nodded, flipping the fluorescent light above the bed off, and made my way out.

As I walked down the hospital hallway, small details began to swirl in my mind, none of them adding up. She said she had gone to the meeting and remembers having a conversation with Mrs. Doyle. But Mrs. Doyle said that the meeting hadn’t happened. According to her, she found Sylvia outside the counseling office door knocked unconscious by a collapsing fluorescent light before the meeting was scheduled to start, so maybe she dreamt it? It’s one thing for her to have hallucinated strange light people, but a counselor’s appointment? And one that didn’t seem… surreal? That didn’t make sense for a dream. And the burn marks. I know they’re just from the filaments in the light, but… it’s still somewhat eerie that she saw one of the beings grab her right where the burn marks were. I guess it would make some sense for her mind to have made up some explanation, like when you dream you’re drowning when your cat sleeps on your chest.

I walked into one of the break rooms, hoping that coffee would help me think more clearly, but yelped and nearly fell over seeing a bright figure sitting in one of the chairs around the table. It only took a second, though, for me to realize the glowing was just a trick of the light reflecting off of the blond hair and white lab coat of Dr. O’Connor, the primary doctor treating Vee.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you just startled me a bit—”

“I think I’ve got a diagnosis.” he said flatly, his back still towards me. He held up a piece of paper. “Bloodwork came back,” he tossed the paper back on the table, “and showed high levels of mercury in her blood. The light fixture was an old mercury bulb that had never been replaced. Must’ve been leaking stuff into the air that she breathed in before it collapsed.”

I went over to the coffee machine as I mulled it over. “Are you sure? A lot of what she described didn’t seem—”

“Did she mention a metallic taste in her mouth?”

“…yes… yes, I think she did.”

“Tremors? Tingling? Coordination difficulties?”

“I… I think so.”

“Like I said, mercury poisoning. I’ll take this to some specialists so we can get started on chelation therapy, if you can get me your psychiatric report. Hopefully, Sylvia will be back on her feet and free of this in no time.” With this, he got up and briskly walked out of the room.

I didn’t follow him.

I didn’t keep going down the hall, trying to get his attention to ask more questions. I didn’t try to explain that it’d be extremely unlikely to have this level of exposure to mercury in such a short period of time, nor did I ask how it explained the hallucinations. I didn’t tell him that we owed it to her to not just take the first explanation and to make sure we’ve accounted for everything. I didn’t tell him that if she did have mercury poisoning, it was likely far more significant than one fluorescent bulb, and likely indicated more regular exposure that needed to be investigated.

I should’ve. I would’ve, on any other day with any other patient. Dr. O’Connor had a record of dismissing patients’ issues, especially female ones. This diagnosis seemed far too rushed, and I was worried he was about to make that mistake again.

But as he left, I got a glimpse at his face.

It’s possible it was just a trick of the light reflecting off of his glasses, exacerbated by my own nervousness and the story I had just heard. That’s what I would tell any of my patients, had they told me the same thing.

But no matter what I tell myself, the image is still burned into my eyes.

“Like burning magnesium,” Vee had said. I did the same experiment in my high school chemistry class; I know what that light looks like.

And I saw that same light coming from Dr. O’Connor’s eyes.

So instead, I stayed in the break room, my hand shaking so much as to nearly spill my coffee as the fluorescent lights pulsed overhead.

[wonwoonlight]

shiny star / choi seungcheol

➝ Seungcheol x Reader

➝ shiny star!au // university!au // non idol!au // strangers to lovers // fluff // hurt comfort // tiny bit angsty i guess

➝ word count: 6.9k~

➝ inspired by: Shiny Star (2020) - KyoungSeo

➝ Shiny Star masterlist (can be read as standalone)

Seungcheol // Jeonghan // Joshua // Junhui // Soonyoung // Wonwoo // Jihoon // Seokmin // Mingyu // Minghao // Seungkwan // Hansol // Chan

➝warning: curses, food, description of toxic parents i suppose, seungcheol being too unreal bc thats just him, that's about it? not proofread bc i finished this like 2 hrs ago sdjfhbdjhg

➝A/N: happy birthday, cheol!!! am glad i found you in this life time🧡🧡🧡

많고 많은 사람 중에 너를 만나서

Meeting you among thousands of people

행복하고 싶어 두 번 다시 울지 않을래

Makes me want to be happy, I wish I won’t cry again

The first time Seungcheol sees you, you’re crying in front of Professor Jung’s office.

It’s not an unusual sight, if he’s being honest. Being Professor Han’s TA whose office is right beside Professor Jung’s, Seungcheol is used to seeing students crying after a session because Professor Jung is just unreasonably strict with his grade and assignment. He’d be surprised if anyone came out of his office with a grin on their face.

If he’s to be frank, he doesn’t understand how come no one has reported the professor to the higher ups. Isn’t this some kind of abuse? But, then again, maybe they simply don’t care because Professor Jung is one of the smartest people in the entire campus and he’s achieved a lot for the university.

Anyway, despite the usual occurrence, Seungcheol feels particularly bad that day seeing a student cry like that. You’re probably a junior, too. He thinks it’s the way you’re trying hard to swallow your sob as you cover your face in the otherwise empty hallway, like you can’t help crying even though you don’t want to. He’s usually the type of person to mind his own business, but your hiccups tug something in his consciousness (heart?) that he feels the need to reenter Professor Han’s office just to get some tissue for you.

You look up when you feel another presence in front of you, and you don’t even have it in you to feel embarrassed because it’s already too late at that point. You probably look like a mess, but the guy simply gives you a small smile and offers you some tissues.

“No problem, I was his student too,” he says when you thank him. “I know he can be a bit difficult–”

He chuckles at your pointed look, your red eyes unbelieving. “Okay, not a bit. He’s very difficult; but his class is worth it, I promise.”

“I know.” Your voice is very soft, Seungcheol decides, and he’s not talking about the volume of your voice. There’s just something comforting about it even though you’ve just finished crying. “It just… frustrates me because I thought I’d ace this particular assignment, but I got a B minus.”

Seungcheol blinks at your words, a B minus and you’re crying…? He passed with a C and he celebrated. Do you even know the average score of Professor Jung’s class? Did you… go to his office and ask about your score? At least you didn’t sound uptight.

But he holds back the judgement before he goes too far, maybe you’re one of those straight A’s students that holds academic scores above your head (which is cool, he’s always wondered how some people can take academics that seriously).

Whatever it is, it’s not his place to judge. You’re not saying it in a condescending way too. You sound genuinely upset and he’s here to comfort some poor student because it’s one of those impulsive days, not judge them.

“It’s pretty good for Professor Jung’s class. You know how strict he is with his grade,” he says anyway, hoping that his tone wouldn’t sound mocking. “And, hey, you can always ask for an extra assignment if you think you need it?”

You sigh, exhaling a deep breath and wiping the last of your tears before you offer him a small smile. “Yeah. This would sound annoying but… I just… I don’t actually know how to deal with bad grades. I’ve never gotten a B too, even for an assignment, and I know my GPA would still be pretty good as long as I ace the exams but…”

“Anyway,” you shake your head suddenly, your smile more genuine than earlier that Seungcheol catches himself staring. “I’m sorry for unloading on you. And… uh… thank you for listening.”

You’re already long gone when Seungcheol realizes he didn’t ask for your name.

Seungcheol curses as he gets out of his class, starting to wonder if taking Masters is even worth it. (Of course it is, he’s just in a whiny mood today.) Being a postgraduate student can be very tiring at times; yes, he doesn’t have classes everyday and he’s mostly on campus because of his TA works.

But, with that in mind, it means his class would go for three hours when he does have a schedule. He should’ve listened to Jisoo and took a job in her dad’s company instead of doing post-grad, but Joshua Hong and Yoon Jeonghan just had to rile him up and now he’s here out of spite to prove them wrong.

So much for being an adult.

It’s fifteen minutes past lunch time already and he’s sure the cafetaria is way too crowded if he wants a quick lunch. Perhaps going to the convenience store just outside the campus gate would be better. Also, Hanbin, his fellow TA, isn’t on campus today and he’s much too annoyed to deal with rowdy freshmen without his friend.

Much to his luck, the convenience store is pretty empty today considering it’s lunch time. There’s still a line in front of the cashier, but nothing he can’t handle. The few tables outside are filled with who he assumed to be students too (He thinks he recognizes one of them; Boo Seungkwan, was it?), but it’s too hot outside and he’d rather sit inside with the air conditioner system blasted on.

Hmm. Maybe he should get some fruit soda too now that he’s here. He’s been craving for something sweet anyway.

“Oh, hi!” The cashier greets him with a wave before he starts scanning his items. “Long time no see. Is this all?”

“Hi Bam.” Seungcheol grins at the younger guy. He used to mentor Bambam a few semesters back, and he’s pretty sure he’s only seen the tall guy pass by the corridor from time to time since then. “Didn’t know you work here. And, yeah, that should be all.”

They talk for a bit after that because there’s no one else behind him on the line, and it’s only when another customer comes in five minutes later that Seungcheol excuses himself to find a seat. The table by the window is already full, so he figures he should walk to the back and see if there’s any free seat inside.

He presses his lips together when he notices one of the tables is broken, the other occupied by a couple, and the last one by a girl whose face he can’t even see because she’s slumped forward. He never minds sharing a table, but will the girl think he’s some kinda creepy flirt if he tries to take a seat?

He’s about to just leave when she sits up and takes a deep breath, realization colors his face. It’s you. Your eyes find his too, and it’s your small smile and your small nod of acknowledgement that encourage him to make his way to you.

“Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full,” he asks just in case, thanking you when you tell him he’s free to do so.

It’s silent for a bit after that; you with your own thoughts, and Seungcheol simply glad that he doesn’t have to walk back to uni to eat some kimbap and drink some soda. And it’s when you sigh again that he asks if you’re okay.

“I make a good listener, if you remember,” he jokes, which makes you laugh a little in return. 

“Just… one of those days.” You scrunch your nose before sipping on your lemonade, and it’s only then that he realizes you have a drink in front of you. Of course, you wouldn’t just be here chilling without buying anything. “You’re Professor Han’s TA, right? I’ve seen you around with Hanbin.”

He accepts the change of topic, perhaps you simply don’t want to talk about whatever it is bothering you. He is a stranger, after all.

“Yep,” he nods, munching some more before it dawns on him. “You know Hanbin?”

“He’s friends with Taehyung.” 

“You know Taehyung?” Seungcheol blinks, not expecting his usual groupmate to be friends with you. Is he ignorant or he simply never sees you with him? But, then again, he doesn’t really hang out with the guy outside class, either.

“He’s my neighbor. My mom is close with his mom so he’s like an older brother to me, to be honest,” you shrug. “I’m actually here waiting for him, my class got cancelled and his won't end until… an hour from now.”

He laughs when he sees you sigh after checking your watch, and then proceeds to talk about Taehyung because that’s the only mutual ground you have with him at that point.

“Why are you waiting for him though? Going somewhere?”

“Oh, he takes me home, usually,” you suddenly avert your eyes to avoid his, looking embarrassed when you continue, hesitation colors your tone before you say your next words. “Because our house is actually an hour away from uni and I’m… uh, not familiar with public transportation because my parents don’t allow me to go anywhere by myself.”

You’ve expected Seungcheol to snort or mock you with the mask of joking, but he simply hums as he nods, still focused on his food like your words don’t weird him out. You know people see you like you’re some kind of princess because of that, even more because it’s Taehyung, of all people; the guy has girls (and guys) lining up for confession, and he brushes them off because he needs to cater for you first.

You always wonder why they can’t see that Taehyung simply takes care of you because it’s already a habit for him at this point. You practically grew up together, and you always cringe at the thought that people mistake you both for a couple. He’s basically a sibling–you really don’t need that image in your head.

“Taehyung must’ve really treasured you then. He’s very impatient with us during group assignments.” He grins after you say Taehyung waits up for you a lot, and tells you about how your brother lashed out once during Philosophy class because they were fooling around instead of getting right into it.

“Sounds like him.” You chuckle despite the doubt in your heart. It’s way too good to be true that someone isn’t judging you from what you’ve just said. Did this guy really just accept that you have Taehyung taking care of you to that extent? He must’ve grimaced on the inside at the very least, you wince at the thought. “I usually just tell people he’s my brother because that’s how he introduces me to people too.”

Seungcheol hums, squinting his eyes as he rakes his brain. “Oh, I think I remember Taehyung mentioning a sister a few times. I don’t think he’s ever mentioned your name, though?”

“Oh!” you exclaim, smiling sheepishly as you introduce yourself to him at last. Seungcheol waves his hand at your apology, assuring you it’s fine and tells you his name. Something seems to click in your mind, your lips turning into an ‘O’. “Oh? I think Tae mentioned you a few times too.”

Your conversation flows from there, and Seungcheol is pleased to know you’re into the same movies you’re into. He doesn’t even realize that his food is finished and it’s only when Taehyung’s familiar voice greets you both that you realize it's been an hour since you've both started talking.

"Oh?" His voice is confused, but is laced with warmth and it welcomes you nevertheless. "You… know each other?"

Your eyes meet Seungcheol's, and Taehyung is more than surprised to see you both sharing a knowing look before Seungcheol grins and you press your lips together to hide one. Apparently you two have an inside joke already.

Interesting.

"I didn't know he was friends with you," you say instead, and then gets up from your seat without really saying anything the moment Taehyung makes himself comfortable at the small table. Seungcheol quirks an eyebrow at that, and Taehyung helpfully informs that you're probably getting him bread or something. 

"She's the sister you've mentioned before?" He makes sure, slurping the last of his drink.

"Yuppp." The younger guy nods, distracted, before taking a sip of your drink and grimaces at the taste. "Should've known she's drinking this again. That's basically sugar with water."

Seungcheol chuckles at that, but didn't get to comment on that because you've returned with some bread and some soda, placing them in front of Taehyung then proceeds to sit down next to him and just lays your head on his shoulder when he thanks you and pats your head.

He decides to keep his thoughts to himself as he watches you both; weirdly enough, you do look like a pair of siblings even though he's never seen siblings quite as affectionate as you two. Even if your cheek is pressed against Taehyung's shoulder and there's basically no space between your bodies, Seungcheol can tell that there's nothing romantic between the two of you. Whoever is accusing you of being romantically involved with his friend probably didn't even actually try to look or is too jealous to even care.

Wait. 

Does Taehyung know you're having those problems?

He feels like it's not something that Taehyung wouldn't know–what, with his popularity and all that���but he doubts you're completely transparent about it.

Not that he actually knows if it's that bad. But by the looks of it, Seungcheol can imagine you really have no one but Taehyung if you went as far as waiting for him by yourself here instead of with other friends even though you knew he'd take at least an hour to be done. 

Or maybe you enjoy your solitude.

Who knows? It's not his place to pry. He's spoken to you a total of two times anyway.

"Anyway. Did you finish that assignment? From Professor Jung?"

“Kinda. Just need to review it again and see if there’s anything I can revise.” You scrunch your nose in distaste. “I don’t even know why I took his class for electives.”

“I told you not to take it.” Taehyung snickers, and then turns to Seungcheol to make a point. “I told her the only person I know who’s passed his class with flying colors is Kim Jisoo, so she took the class to prove me wrong.”

Seungcheol blinks at that, not expecting you to be that kinda person though, really, he doesn’t have anything but groundless assumptions for now. He’s intrigued though, and he totally forgot Jisoo took that class because she did take it a semester early.

“Which reminds me, aren’t you close with her?” Taehyung continues, nudging his shoulder upwards to annoy you, to which you simply pinch his waist that gets Taehyung yelping before he stops real quick. “This nerd here would probably be kissing the ground you walk on if you get Jisoo to tutor her–or at least review her assignments.”

“Kim Taehyung!”

“What? It’s true–ouch, stop pinching me, woman! You’re so violent.”

“Then stop saying nonsense!”

“But you said–Ow! Stop!”

“Actually.” Seungcheol cuts the bickering even though it’s entertaining him to no end; as much as he knows Taehyung is friendly, he’s sure he’s never seen the guy this carefree before. Plus, there’s just something about you that pulls him in though he can’t exactly pinpoint what it exactly is. “Jisoo is looking for something to do. I think she mentioned her schedule is too empty because her internship wouldn’t start until next month. I know she’d be happy to tutor you for free if you want? She’s always liked tutoring. She doesn’t need the credits anymore.”

You gape at him, which Seungcheol doesn’t quite know how to translate; are you in disbelief or what? But he doesn’t really need to do that because Taehyung does it for him, shaking his head as he informs the guy that you’re malfunctioning.

“She has a crush on Jisoo, I think.”

“I told you to stop saying nonsense!” You snap out of it and smacks his shoulder so hard that Taehyung actually groans because it hurts. “I just admire her. She graduated undergrad as a valedictorian, no? And she’s so pretty and friendly. I’m sure she’ll graduate post grad with the highest GPA too.”

Seungcheol shares a look with his friend and nods. “Yeah. That’s a crush.”

You pout at him, not yet close enough to be able to smack him in the head like you would’ve with Taehyung. Seungcheol presses his lips together to mask a fond smile; what kind of person are you, really? He initially thought you’re just some straight A student who does nothing but study and doesn’t know how to have fun (yes, he was judgemental. But, come on, you were crying in front of Professor Jung’s office crying over a B minus on an assignment. At least you sounded nice enough, though), but after an hour with you and looking at you and Taehyung, he’s not so sure anymore.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.” He hears Taehyung say affectionately, catching the sight of the older guy messing with your hair before poking your cheek playfully. “But, will you ask her, Cheol?”

“Taehyung!”

Seungcheol shrugs with a smile, telling you once again that Jisoo would love tutoring you because that friend of his has always liked teaching other people (“Helps me with my patience,” she once told him.) and if you really want it, he’d even call her right this moment.

You don’t answer immediately, though the way you’re looking at him with wide eyes that seem to gleam with giddiness is enough answer for him already. How can a university student look like a kid in front of a toy store’s window?

He shakes his head with a laugh–how cuter can you be?–before taking out his phone and putting it on the table, dialing Jisoo’s number. The girl picks up at the second ring, a sassy ‘What?’ ringing through your little table.

“Jeez, you in a bad mood?” he retorts at her tone, and you hear Jisoo grumble before she asks once again what he’s calling her for. “Taehyung’s sister is taking Professor Jung’s class and needs a tutor. Do you think you can help?”

“Taehyung? Kim Taehyung?”

“Hi!” The guy in question chimes in, and Jisoo greets him back before saying she doesn’t know his sister attends their university. “Will tell you sometime. But yeah, she’s a nerd and I was talking to Cheol earlier and thought, why not?”

“Professor Jung, huh? Introduction to Philosophy?” you hear her faint voice from the phone, gripping Taehyung’s arm for some reason. Perhaps you do have a crush on her. “Who’s her name again?”

Seungcheol holds back a laugh when you bite down a squeal the moment Jisoo says ‘aha! I’ve heard of her! I think Professor Choi praised her a few times when I was her TA last year. She wasn’t my student though–Jongin’s I think?’. Taehyung looks at you pointedly when you bury your face into his shoulder, shaking his head as Jisoo starts talking instead about her last year as Professor Choi’s TA.

“Anyway! Yes, I’d love to tutor her. Just give me her number? Or give her mine, either way’s fine,” she closes the discussion before telling them she needs to hang up because someone else is calling. You’re practically hogging Taehyung’s arm the moment the call ends, both men looking at each other with amused grins.

“So you want her number, or…?” Seungcheol teases you, weirdly already comfortable enough to do so, laughing when you simply stare at him with eyes even wider than before. “Alright let me send it to you.”

It’s a second later that he realizes.

“Oh. I don’t have your number.”

So you quickly recite your number and Seungcheol texted you immediately, sending Jisoo’s contact to you with the name “Jichuuu👑”. You ask him about it, and he scrunches his nose before telling you that the girl has changed it herself and he’s too bothered to change it up until now even though he keeps on looking up “Jisoo” when he needs to call her and finding her contact nonexistent.

It’s later that night that you find yourself texting with Seungcheol. You meant to text Taehyung to ask about the new dessert shop near campus, but accidentally texted him because his text was on the very top after the exchange earlier–though Seungcheol happily supplied you with the information you needed nevertheless.

The conversation spiraled from there; because, apparently, even if your interests pretty much clash with each other’s, Seungcheol is happy to instead ask about those differences instead of questioning your taste. 

Taehyung asks why you seem so sleepy when he picks you up the next morning, but you shake your head and simply tell him that you found something interesting last night that you ended up sleeping at 2 in the morning.

He does not need to know you spent all night talking to a certain Choi Seungcheol, heart giddy because you’ve found a new friend after so long.

It’s been about two months since you started talking to Seungcheol and your relationship has upgraded to sending each other random memes at just about anytime. Taehyung doesn’t even ask why you’re giggling at your phone anymore, simply shakes his head when he sees you laughing because he’s accepted that his humor code differs from yours and Seungcheol’s. 

He’s glad though, because it’s been so long since you’re this open to someone new. The last time was already about a year ago and he’s since been wary of people trying to befriend you because the last one simply did it thinking they could leech off your study.

It’s a fact that he considers you a sister, and he’s probably more protective of you than of his own siblings–but it’s because he knows they’re able to fend for themselves and they don’t need him to be that protective.

But you… You’re an only child, grown up in a protective bubble because your parents are weirdly strict except when it comes to him. Perhaps it helps that your parents and his have always been close; but there’s a reason why you’ve grown to be the person that you are: much too careful and much too afraid.

You’ve been told your whole life to be careful, to not make mistakes, and to always be mindful of what you show to people. It’s not something that Taehyung agrees on, and perhaps he’s at fault too because he, too, becomes too protective of you and that leaves you almost no place to do things on your own.

But he doesn’t have it in him to let you be.

Because he’s seen how cruel people can be to those they consider kind, and you’re easily the kindest person Taehyung has ever laid his eyes on. He doesn’t want you to be taken advantage of. He’s given the benefit of doubts to too many people throughout school, and you always end up feeling betrayed because they either get close to you because they want to be close to him, or they want you to help them with assignments.

He’s had enough.

But Seungcheol obviously doesn’t have those agendas and it's only now that he’s started to realize that, perhaps, he should’ve brought you to his circle instead. His friends would have no business asking for your academic assistance, and it’s pretty clear that he knows which ones are good enough to be close to you.

Then again, you’re often burdened by a group interaction.

“Kay, I need to go to the library now,” you tell him after getting out of the cafeteria, having just finished your late lunch. “Jisoo can’t tutor me this Friday so she asked to reschedule.”

“Oh?” He stops in his track and blinks, as if he’s just heard an information he deems questionable. “Did you tell me about this already?”

“Nope. I just okay-ed her this morning. Why?”

“I… have a date.”

It’s your turn to blink, a little confused. “And?”

“I won’t be able to take you home, kid.”

Your mouth turns into a small ‘o’ as his words sink in. It’s embarrassing, to be honest, that you’re someone in your 20s and have only ridden the bus by yourself for a total of three times. You find fun in riding them, and perhaps you do so simply because you don’t ride it often enough to think of it as a part of your daily life. That said, while you’re a little concerned that you’d need to suddenly go home by yourself, you’re also excited to finally be riding the bus on your own after so long.

“I can take the bus!” You shrug almost nonchalantly, but Taehyung knows you and you pout when he gives you a pointed look. “I’ll make sure of the route and not get lost again, I promise.”

“Alright,” He huffs and continues walking towards the library with you beside him. He can’t possibly cancel this date, because he has already done it two times already and he’s sure Hanbin would kill him if he asked to postpone once more. This is his cousin, after all, and Taehyung wouldn’t have gone to this date if he didn’t owe Hanbin for covering his closing shift twice in the cafe last month.

You wave your hand and tell him ‘bye’ once you arrive in the library, but Taehyung grasps your wrist and looks at you worriedly. “Call me when you’re going home? Maybe my date would be finished by then.”

“Tae, your movie starts in two hours and my session usually lasts that long too,” you remind him. He can be a little overbearing sometimes, but you understand that it’s out of the goodness of his heart and you’re honestly glad you have him as a friend. “I’ll be fine, I promise. I’ll share you my live location.”

It’s obvious that he’s not convinced, but he also knows you’ve always liked taking the bus by yourself, so he simply nods and tells you once again to at least text him once you’re done.

You greet Jisoo once you see her on your usual table, finding a couple on the other end of the table. You don’t mind them though, and apologize that you keep her waiting because Taehyung wouldn’t shut up.

“It’s fine. Sorry for the sudden notice,” she smiles kindly and you almost swoon at the sight of it. Gosh, Seungcheol would’ve teased you if he knew. He’s been teasing you about it for some time now, sending you memes  of lovestruck high school girls looking at ‘senpais’, as he likes to call it, captioning it ‘you @ jisoo’. 

You bite down your lip at the sudden memory, a smile threatening to bloom on your face.

“Good day?” Jisoo asks, noticing your smile no matter how much you try to hide it. “You seem giddier these days.”

“Really?” You tilt your head in question. You? Giddy?

“Yup. It’s good to see though. You were so shy the first time we met,” she grins teasingly, and you can feel your ears getting warm because Seungcheol actually told you what Jisoo said about that first meeting.

She found you very cute, he’s said, and apparently she told him you’re adorable which he also successfully delivered to you a few weeks ago during lunch when Taehyung went to the restroom. You can still hear his laughter clear in your ears because you immediately went red after that.

The both of you start your study session after that, and Jisoo has kindly brought her old essay for you to use as a reference. You hold on to it like a holy grail, and the older girl simply laughs when you tell her you won’t let it wrinkle even the slightest bit. 

You’re reading over a passage about Renaissance when your phone buzzes, Seungcheol’s name popping up in your notification. Jisoo looks at your phone placed between the two of you out of reflex, raising an eyebrow when she sees her friend’s name though she doesn’t comment on it.

Somehow, you don’t seem to realize Jisoo is watching you, and you also don’t realize the way she smirks openly when you bite your lip to hold back a grin as you type back a reply to her friend. Now that she thinks about it, hasn’t Seungcheol also been more attentive to his phone these days?

She doesn’t really see him a lot, but the few times she does meet him with the guys, it’s pretty clear that Seungcheol has been looking at his phone considerably more often than he used to. She didn’t think much of it, because she’s never been the kinda friend to confront little things like that. But this? She might be wrong, but it seems that he’s been getting comfortable with you and vice versa.

“Boyfriend?” She pretends to ask, almost laughing at the way you jump in your seat nervously. “I told you you seem very giddy these days.”

You tilt your head in question.

What? You? Giddy because of his texts?

You’re unsure why you’re not keen on disclosing that it’s Seungcheol you’re texting, so you shake your head and say instead, “Just a friend.”

“For now?” She teases just to see if you’d relent. But you simply smile and deny her with a wave of your hand, telling her it’s nothing like that. Jisoo is surprised to find your tone nothing sort of denial–almost like you actually believe that there’s nothing going on between you and her friend. Did she assume wrong? “Well, just know that you seem to… glow these days.”

Sending a shy grin towards her, you thank her in a whisper before going back to your study. As usual, you share small talk from time to time, because Jisoo deems just working for two hours straight can’t be effective if you don’t have small breaks in between (and, no, she doesn’t mean a few 10 minutes breaks. Just 2 or 3 minutes every now and then at most); and that’s how she found out you’d be going home alone today because Taehyung has a date.

She knows of your situation from Seungcheol, something that Taehyung has asked him to forward the gist of to Jisoo just in case. She doesn’t really get it, if she’s being completely honest, but she’s never one to judge others and has simply stored the information in mind for when it’s necessary. She considers offering to go home with you, but your places are in different directions and she’s promised her mom they’d have movie night later.

While it’s true that she’s not that close to you, she already sees why Taehyung (and Seungcheol) takes such good care of you. There’s just something about you that makes her want to coddle you, blanket you in layers and layers of bubblewrap to make sure you’re safe and sound. 

Perhaps it’s you innocence, the way you dangerously trust people because you believe the good in them. Even though she doesn’t agree with the way Taehyung is protective over you because, considerably, it can be a little too much; she also understands why he does it.

But looking at you talk about how it’s been a long time since you go on a bus by yourself and you’re kinda excited for it, she softens at your childlike excitement, also glad that you seem to be comfortable enough to talk about this with her. She asks if you’re sure about the lines you’re supposed to take, and she feels the weight easening a little when you show her a screenshot of your bus route you’ve found off the internet.

Your phone buzzes again, and Jisoo doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at the notification and how you take a deep breath before clicking something on your phone. She frowns in worry when she sees your face falls, and she can tell that you’re gritting your teeth in an attempt to calm down whatever’s bubbling up in your chest.

The question gets stuck in her throat, not wanting to seem like she’s prying and she feels like it’s not her comfort that you need. It turns out she doesn’t need to ask though, because you do it first by asking if you can cut the session short for the day because something came up and you need to go. You send her a forced smile when she asks if you’re okay, and you quickly tidy up your stuff before apologizing once again for the sudden turn of event.

Jisoo doesn’t even get to bid you goodbye because you’re already gone in a blink of an eye, her worried eyes following you out of the library until you go out of her vision.

The second time Seungcheol sees you crying, you’re by yourself in a random bench behind the engineering building.

It’s a place people usually go to find peace, because, for some reason, the park behind the engineering building has been the designated place for students to just cry or zone out without anyone questioning anything.

He’s almost panting when he gets there, and you don’t even look up at the presence of another person–simply buries your face more into your palms as you try to contain your sob.

“Cheol, are you at the university? I’m a little worried…” Jisoo has said over the phone, telling him she was tutoring you when that happened, not forgetting to tell him you’d be going home by yourself today and that worries her even more after what she’s witnessed earlier. “I’m not sure where she went though. She didn’t tell me anything. But I don’t think she’s gone out of the university.”

This park wasn’t his first choice, quite obviously, hence his heavy breath after running here and there. But that’s not important, what’s important is you; crying by yourself like some kinda tragedy has befallen you.

It hurts, to be honest. The first time he hears you cry, it was just impulse that made him comfort you. But now, after knowing you and spending time with you, he really just wishes he can comfort you somehow no matter how.

Seungcheol decides he doesn’t like nor hear seeing you cry.

“Hey.” Seungcheol feels bad at the way you jump because of his voice, and his heart clenches at how sad you look right now when you look up at him. He’s not even thinking when he moves forward to wipe your tears that still continue falling anyway.

You don’t even question why he’s here or what he’s doing, simply accept the way his fingers are gently wiping your tears from your face. His presence helps though, for whatever reason, because you find your sob dying down into hiccups though your eyes are still blurry from tears.

“Want to talk about it?” He asks after you seem to calm down a bit, watches the way you dig your fingers into the tissue you’re holding in your palm. He doesn’t expect you to lay your head on his shoulder, but the feeling is pleasant despite the worry in his heart.

You don’t answer him for a bit, seemingly to be deep in your thoughts; wondering if you should tell him or not. He’s about to tell you it’s okay if you don’t want to, but you beat him to it and start talking albeit hesitantly.

“I applied for this scholarship for a summer course. It’s abroad and my mom has always wanted me to go so I studied hard for the test.” Your voice is small, and he wouldn’t have heard it if not because you’re literally pressed against him. “I… I was so sure I would get in. That I aced the qualifications. But I didn’t and–”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassures you, wondering if it’s okay to put his arm around you–if you’d appreciate the physical comfort he wants to give you. “It’s not the end of the world and there are other courses–”

“No, Cheol. You don’t understand.” You shake your head, voice resigned. You sound like you’re about to cry again, and it’s reflex when Seungcheol wraps his arm around you. Fortunately, you either don’t realize or you don’t really mind it, so he keeps it there because you even bury yourself further into him, your forehead meeting his collarbone. “My mom… It’s her dream to go into that school. But… my dad doesn’t allow me to study abroad so she thought… it’d be okay if I can go even only for a short time?”

He bites his lips as you continue to talk about your parents; how you don’t want to disappoint them and you hate to imagine how your mom would feel when you tell her the news. You’ve told him a glimpse of your parents before, what they expect of you and how you always wish to meet those expectations.

But he’s never thought it was to this extent.

His soft voice whispers your name, and you pull away to look at him because he urges you to do so.

“I know your academics matter to you, I really do,” he starts carefully, not wanting you to get the wrong idea. “But… it’s not everything, okay? I promise it’s not. And this is just one door closed for you. Who knows how many more are open?”

“No, Cheol…” you repeat, biting your trembling lip so hard that Seungcheol almost puts his thumb there so you’ll let go. “I… I’m nothing without them.”

Wait.

What?

“It’s the only thing I’m good at; studying and doing assignments. I can’t offer anything but. And if I screw up those things…”

“Wait. No–Stop.” Seungcheol immediately stops you, his voice firm though he’s shaking his head like he’s confused beyond measure. Because he is. Did you really think you have nothing to offer but your scores? Your academic accomplishment? “Are you being real right now?”

He might sound harsh, he admits, but it seems to go past you because you simply repeat your words. And it hurts so fucking much because you sound so convinced, like it’s something you’ve believed your whole life and there’s no room to amend that.

“Y/N, I promise you’re more than that,” he grasps your hands and says firmly, his eyes piercing into yours so you’ll see that he means it. “You’re not made of your academic score. You’re your own person and you're worth more than your accomplishments–whatever they are.”

Your vision gets blurry again as Seungcheol starts listing down why he thinks you’re such a wonderful person, how he’s grateful that you let him into your life and he’s glad that he gets to know you as you.

He’s hugging you by the time he’s finished, because you burst into tears once more, overwhelmed by how sincere Seungcheol sounds. Truth is, Taehyung has told you all those things Seungcheol did just now–though you’ve always thought he’s just doing his brother duty and you choose to not trust him because it’s his job to make you feel better.

But Seungcheol sounds so sure, so firm, and so true that you actually believe him. Maybe not wholefully, but it's already more than you can ever imagine. You’re so used to having only Taehyung with you, but Seungcheol comes in and he’s changing things in your life that you don’t think possible. He makes you comfortable with yourself, makes you think that it’s okay to be rebellious once in a while even if it’s just skipping a class for the first time in your life and though you promise you’d never do it again because it made you too anxious, makes you think that… yeah, maybe you should be selfish sometimes and put yourself first even though those always appear as fleeting thoughts up until now.

Still, it’s only after meeting him that those thoughts appear.

“You’re okay,” he whispers to your hair, and you can vividly feel his plump lips on top of your head. “I promise you’re okay.”

The third time Seungcheol sees you cry (not counting the times you cry watching movies), it’s four years later as you clutch his fingers and try your best to hold back the tears even if you’ve failed already.

“They look so happy, don’t they?” He whispers against your ears, the way his lips grazed your ear still bring shivers down your spine despite the familiarity of it.

You nod as you sniffle, watching Taehyung dance with his bride on the dance floor. You’ve never thought your dumb best friend slash brother will be settling down this early, but you can’t help the happiness that blooms in your heart as you see how much love is reflected in his eyes as he looks at the love of his life.

“They do. I’m glad they found each other,” you whisper as you gently wipe your tears. Perhaps you should be more thankful Taehyung’s wife has forced you to use her makeup artist even though you refused at first, you’d hate to imagine how you’d look with mascara and cheap eyeliner rolling down your face with your tears otherwise. “He deserves it, you know? He’s always the happiest when he’s with her.”

You look up to your boyfriend when he brings up your joined hand and kisses the back of your palm, a soft, happy smile gracing your face when you feel the warmth of his lips despite the tears still running down your face.

And that’s when he promises he’d do anything he could to never let you cry again unless it’s paired with that smile.

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A/N 2: your feedback will always be appreciated mwah

[amesstm]

studying with them

✨Bakugo✨ is a mean tutor, I’m sorry. He’ll absolutely roast you alive if you get over half of the questions wrong. “Hah?! How did you pass class with these grades?!” He’s smart but ruthless. Funnily enough, he’s still soft with you because you’re sat on his lap with his chin resting on your shoulder. “Alright, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be able to calculate series in your sleep!” But when you finally get everything correct, it’s SO rewarding. Your boyfriend looks exceedingly pleased with himself and he hugs you from behind. “Good job. You finally did it. Now we can go on our dates like usual.”

✨Shouto✨ is very patient with you. He explains all of your errors and mistakes like a professor - a very boring one. Admittedly, his dull tone has made you doze off more than once. But the best parts are when you take breaks and his sister gives you two snacks. You’ve probably gained a pound from the amount of mochi she feeds you two. “Hm, maybe if we have the snacks at the end of the session you’ll be able to focus more…” Suddenly you’re able to argue with him in perfect broken English.

✨Deku✨ has the amazing ability to make you more confused than you initially were when you arrived. He spouts on and on and on about theories and random historians that developed the techniques or ideas. “Did you know that Aristotle- Y/N, are you paying attention?” Crap, was that drool on the corner of your mouth? “Oh, uhhh might’ve missed the past few minutes but I finished the worksheet.” He sheepishly laughs and scratches the back of his head, “Sorry, I’ll look over it for you.”

✨Kirishima✨ isn’t helping you; you’re helping him. It’s not that he’s a bad student, but that he lacks the will to apply himself and is a bad test taker. “So x equals 9?” After realizing how well he responds to constructive feedback, you smile. “Yes! You got that right!” He lets out a tired sigh, “Then why are my grades so low?” Poor baby looks like he wants to cry. You’ve never seen him in such low spirits so he must take this seriously. “You’re just a bad test taker. Try to relax, get sleep, and don’t stress too much!” Your advice really helps him out, so he treats you to a nice date.

✨Denki✨ is a clueless and helpless soul every time you two study together. Let’s face it, you’ve probably gotten dumber through spending time with him. “Why is English so stupidly hard?! Their, there, they’re. They sound the same!” You honestly have a hard time understanding the complex nature of the language, too. So, you both decide to watch Disney movies in only English. The best part is that you’ve both started to understand it more; the worst part is that Denki now also knows the songs in English.

✨Iida✨ has been waiting for this moment. Honestly, he’s been fantasizing about studying with you because he loves the aesthetic. The possibility of you having trouble and then him needing to lean in? And then you bumping heads and laughing together?? Yeah, he’s a nerd through and through. So don’t be surprised when you ask him for help that he exclaims “Yes! I have a weekly schedule planned out” and then the library is booked for only you two.

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[jungwnies]

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it’s been going on since the third grade. the back and forth bickering about who has better grades, who is the teachers favorite, and the final decision of whom will be the valedictorian at the end of your senior year.

you and sunoo are known rivals at the school, the pretty boy with good grades and you, just the one with good grades. you weren’t a loser per say but you weren’t really popular; but that didn’t matter to you when your main focus was beating sunoo.

“i got a 101, haha.” sunoo said slamming his paper in-front of you.

but it has gotten tiring, the arguing and the useless comparing of grades especially when it drained every ounce of brain matter you had. “okay sunoo, i don’t care.”

sunoo proceeded to roll his eyes and walk away sitting with his friends talking about their grades. the teacher finally finished passing around the grades tests and went back to her desk to address the class, “congrats on averaging 95 on the test guys, was the test too easy or are you guys just insanely smart?” the teacher congratulated. “because of this i’ll give you guys a free period to do whatever you need, if you want to talk to me i’ll be at my desk.”

the class nodded collectively and went back to their talking and you stayed at your desk on your phone. this was usually the time you and sunoo would be bickering but you’ve finally put a stop to it. you hear someone take the seat besides you and quickly you snap, “can you just leave me alone sunoo?”

a finger pushes your phone down, “not sunoo.” the boy says smiling.

you put your phone down and turn your head to the boy, “you’re jungwon right?”

the boy nods and smiles, “i know, you might think sunoo sent me over here but that’s not the case.”

you nod and purse your lips thinking, “then? what’s your case.”

“i just thought it would be nice to expand my friend group.” jungwon tells you jokingly. “no seriously, you look lonely here why don’t we get to know each other, i never really got to talk to you because of the rivalry but i don’t really care about that anymore.”

that’s how the two of you became friends within the matter of seconds. jungwon wasn’t competitive like sunoo, and he didn’t let grades effect him in any way shape or form. the bell soon rang and you stand up with the boy waving good bye, “y/n can i talk to you for a second?” the teacher called over as everyone left the class.

you walk to the teacher, “yes?”

“you usually get hundreds on my tests, is something going on?” she asks politely.

“is a 98 not good enough?” you question with a slight attitude. “i would study until my fingers went numb from flipping pages, i think a 98 is perfectly fine.”

“i was just wondering because you’ve gotten straight As all your life.” the teacher said smiling. “if you ever need someone to talk to we’re always here.”

“yeah, thank you but i’m fine.” you conclude leaving the class to be stopped by sunoo.

“you got a 98?” sunoo snickers.

you bite your tongue back and walk away from the boy. which quite frankly left him shocked considering you’ve never let him step all over you.

» ts

jungwon and you have definitely grown closer after a few weeks, and sunoo has grown bitter at how you’ve been ignoring his snarky remarks. you continued to get good grades but the thought of bragging and fighting for the number one spot no longer floated around in your brain.

“i brought you lunch.” jungwon says taking a seat besides you in the cafeteria unpacking his lunch putting a box in front of you.

“always so sweet.” you tell him opening the box to reveal a very appetizing meal.

sunoo soon took the sit in front of the two of you and sighed, “stealing my friends since you’re getting bad grades now?”

you scoff and roll your eyes, "you've been pestering me all week for what? because i'm friends with jungwon, because i don't feel like arguing anymore? can't you just grow up?"

"i'm going to excuse myself, i'll find you after lunch y/n." jungwon cautioned standing up with his lunch to go sit with his other friends who stared into the backs of sunoo and yours head.

"i think i'm going to go too." you say rolling your eyes ready to stand up before sunoo grabbed a hold of your wrist.

"wait."

you sigh and sit back down, "what do you want sunoo, i'm tired of this."

"why'd you stop?" he asks dropping the smug look on his face, "why'd you stop competing with me, why'd you start ignoring me, why aren't we the same."

"why does it matter, it's not like we're friends."

"i would say we were like, frenemies." sunoo jokes. "it was fun having someone to bicker with, i never hated you y/n."

"i never hated you either, but recently you've been a real dick sunoo." you fumed.

"i like you." sunoo admits quickly covering his mouth as he saw your eyes widen. "i know it's sudden, and it's weird, but i've always liked you, and seeing you get close with jungwon when it could've been me, well it made me bitter."

"me and jungwon? never happening." you laugh, "i like you too sunoo but you should learn to control your jealousy."

» ts

was it really a surprise to anyone when they noticed how much closer and friendlier the two of you have gotten? (no, it was rhetorical)

and it wasn't any more of a surprise when the two of you walked into the building laughing while holding hands. from academic rivals to enemies to friends to lovers

from third grade up until now and you've finally got this boy locked under you.

2022 © jungwnies

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

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Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N��� he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

[dexpairs-blog]

Platonic Headcanons for your favorite characters in obey me!! How about Gender neutral Teen Mc who's just. An insecure overachiever who thinks grades are worth everything and lives off of praise but u don't have to do this if u don't want to luv <3

*comes out of the void*

I have been summoned

Ngl i can relate to this prompt, let's see what i can do for ya. Also, Sorry that these are short-

These might be ooc i'm sorry!!

Luke, Simeon and Mammon comforting an overachiever teen! MC

Platonic for all

Simeon

Simeon saw the effort you always put in your studies but could'nt help but worry at how sometimes you would come to RAD looking like a mess, evident eye bags from the all nighter you pulled the night before, your uniform worn hastily and full of wrinkles, your bedhead that you didn't bother fixing since you did not have the time to do so and the fact that you were practically passing out on the floor.

Poor angel is worried sick when this happens more often and decides to do something about this.

After classes he invites you to purgatory hall for some tea and gives you no chance to refuse when you say that you have to study.

You ended up staying the night and he made sure you got proper sleep and a good meal.

"Little one... Please listen to me, grades do not define your worth in anyway. Hush, rest for now, when you'll wake up i'll be here with some of the cookies Luke is baking at the moment."

Luke

I'm still learning how to write for him i'm sorry

Baby did not notice at first. (He's 10 please forgive him🗿)

It takes Solomon pointing it out for him to realize what's going on, as soon as he sees you he's stomping towards you with an angry expression.

When he gets you though, instead of yelling he pulls you in a tight hug.

Then he says that you shouldn't hang out with those mean demons and drags you to a baking session, again, you're in no place to refuse.

TOO BAD Y'ALL DIDN'T EVEN GET STARTED BCS YOU PASSED OUT ON THE COUCH OF PURGATORY HALL-

When you wake up the first thing you see is the sweet angel with a tray of freshly baked pastries.

"MC... You know you're my best friend right? I care about you, Simeon does too. Grades don't matter because you're the best human in the three realms okay!?"

Mammon

He knows but mans doesn't know what to do, so he just sticks with watching to see if there's anything he can help you with.

This doesn't last very long cause Mammon just can't sit there and watch.

So one day out of nowhere he barges into your room (as usual) with snacks and his laptop, then he picks you up and (gently) throws you on your bed.

You two pulled an all nighter watching movies and making jokes, ah... There it is the MC we all love.

When you wake up you'll find Mammon still in your room, asleep, holding you tight like a teddy bear and drooling a little bit💀

But the SECOND you try to wiggle out of his death grip he wakes up and starts whining about how he missed hanging out with you and you should stop overworking yourself.

"look squirt, i know this ain't my thing but,, ya seriously need to stop overworkin' yourself. You're gonna drop dead one of these days if ya keep going like this! Who cares if your grades suck we all love you anyway! So please... Will you stop? ...for me?"