#these are just stuff from math assignments at school but I went over them

[enashun]

goober doodles

[delulu-baddie]

Between Sister and Heart

Summary: You begin to question your morals after getting into a relationship with your sisters ex Caitlin.

Pairing: Caitlin Clark x Reader

Warnings: Cheating and a few curse words

A/N:  I’m getting ready to go back to school so lifes been kind of hectic, but this is going to be a multi part series. As always thank you guys so much for reading and all of the love on my past projects. Lastly, make sure to send in some requests so that I can give you guys stories that you want to read. <3

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You knew it was wrong and you should've stopped this a while ago. You two are going to cause so much hurt to someone that you love, but something about Caitlin made all of your morals go out the window. 

Caitlin and your sister Audrey had been together for the past two years and while you weren’t exactly fond of her in the beginning, you grew to like her, which turned into a great friendship, and you should have stopped there but didn’t. As time went on your feelings for the girl began to grow and for a while you were able to keep them to yourself, until you werent. 

9 Months Ago

Tonight one of Caitlins teammates was planning on throwing a party to commemorate the beginning of the new school year. Your sister is a STEM major, and has always taken her academics seriously, putting school work before anything else. You on the other hand were the opposite. You had a pretty easy major, probably one of the easiest your school has to offer. You liked going out to drink with friends, and going on random adventures, even when you knew you should be at home finishing assignments. Caitlin had always liked that about you. Typically when Audrey would tend to flake on certain events whenever she had a big assignment or a test coming up which ultimately was the reason she decided to start hanging out with you more, and tonight was no different.

Caitlin had let your sister know about Kate's party weeks ago, and while she didn’t give a definite ‘yes’, it still surprised Caitlin when she got a text saying she wasn’t going to be able to go because one of Audreys professors had already scheduled a test coming up in a week. Audrey knew her girlfriend hated going places alone when she planned on drinking so she urged Caitlin to ask you to go to her place. But what she didn’t know was that her girlfriend was happy that she had told her to ask you to go in her place. 

You had just finished up an assignment for your math class and heard a notification from your phone, quickly checking it and seeing a text from Caitlin.

                                            CC <3

CC <3

hey, ik this is totally last minute but your sister bailed on 

me and i need someone to come with me to my friends

party tn. so could you be the most perfect friend ever

and come with me. I’ll buy you crumbl cookie!

Y/N                                                                    

wow… glad to know im a

scapegoat. :’(

CC <3

omg you're right that sounds so insensitive, im sorry!

you don’t have to go, im sure you already have plans

for the night, i just figured id ask.

                                        Y/N

          chill clark, you had me at crumbl

what time do i need to be ready??

CC <3

in like two hours, you can come over to mines

to get ready if you want

Y/N

okay, ill be there in like 30. im

going to shower rq

CC <3

tysm! you're an angel!!!

You quickly take a shower and start getting your stuff together running back and forth between yours and your sister's closets trying to piece together an outfit. Once you come up with an outfit you deemed appropriate for a house party you say goodbye to your sister before making your way to Catlins. 

The drive is short since she only lives about ten minutes away, but you still rush out seeing as you have a little over an hour to get your hair and makeup done. You make your way to her front door and knock before its swiftly opened by a smiling Caitlin.

“Well if it isn't the life saver herself” She says bringing you into a hug.

You giggle at the comment before responding “Life saver or scapegoat?”

“Okay you know I love you and that I hate making plans with people at the last minute. It's not personal.” she says, rolling her eyes playfully and walking back towards her room to finish getting ready.

You follow the tall girl deeper into the apartment before making your way into the bathroom next to her and laying out all of your hair tools. After about half an hour you finally finish your hair and quickly do your makeup and get dressed so you two can pregame a bit before calling the uber and heading to Kate’s. 

About an hour into the party, it's pretty safe to say the two of you were plastered, however, even with the level of drunkenness you were at, you could tell Caitlin was being a lot clingier than usual. She was constantly wanting to be near you, holding your hand, even going as far to have you sit on her lap when all of the seats got taken during a group game sesh. At first you thought that she was so drunk that she was confusing you with your sister. That was until she pulled you out onto the balcony when she wanted some fresh air. 

The two of you just sat in silence, focusing on the trees blowing in the wind and the occasional late drivers passing by. After about ten minutes you felt her place her hand on your thigh. You hated to admit that you felt butterflies in your stomach at all of the little touches of affection she was showing you tonight, but you knew it was wrong and decided to correct her on it before things got too far. 

“Caitlin, this isn’t right, and maybe i'm reading into this too much and you're just too drunk to realize that i'm not Audrey, but this can't happen” you say, sliding her hand off your thigh, breaking the silence.

“I know exactly who you are,” she says, grabbing your hand from off your lap. “You’re the girl who will drop anything to come help me out with something,even when you know you have other things you should be focusing on. The girl who comes to all of my games so that I know I have someone personal there for me because her sister who i'm with refuses to put her disliking for the sport aside to come support me. You’re the girl I'm in love with, and I can't, no I refuse to go another day without telling you.” She rants. “And don't tell me that you don't feel the same because I know you do. I feel the way your heart starts to race every time i hug you. I see how you look away every time your sister and I share some sort of affection. I need you to tell me so that I don’t feel stupid for telling you this right now” she finishes now facing you completely, staring at your eyes desperately waiting for an answer.

You were quiet for a minute, however that felt like hours for the girl standing in front of you. She had just poured her heart out confessing her love to the sister of the girl she was dating. While you sat trying to process what was just said to you, Caitlin was freaking out internally hoping that she didn’t just fuck up her chances of ever speaking to you again. You finally decide to respond to the girl, but it wasn’t what she was expecting to hear as a response. 

“I think we should leave, it’s getting late and my sister is probably waiting for me to get back home.” you say, before walking back into the house to say your goodbyes to everyone and calling an uber back to Caitlins so that you can retrieve your stuff and head back to your place. 

Caitlin stood there in shock, she couldn’t believe that that was all you had to say. She had just let her guard down to tell you how she truly felt about you, and your only concern was the time and your sister sitting at home. She soon walks back into the party to say her goodbyes as well before following you out the door to get into the uber you had ordered a few minutes ago. Her teammates had noticed the change in demeanor between the two of you from when you went outside to when you came back in, but everyone decided it was best not to bring it up at the moment. The ride back to her place was quiet. Caitlin was hoping that you would say something, occasionally looking over at you, but you didn’t. You just stayed quiet, fiddling with your fingers and staring out the window for the whole 15 minute drive.

Once you guys had finally arrived back at her place, you begin getting all of your stuff together, mentally scolding yourself for not telling your true feelings to the girl. You could tell that she was angry at you for it, and it broke your heart, but she's your sister's girlfriend and you would never want to hurt Audrey even if that meant causing hurt to yourself. You finish grabbing all of your stuff and tell Caitlin you're going to head out before she stops you. 

“Look, I know you don't want to be around me right now, but Audrey would never forgive me if I let you drive home knowing that you had been drinking. Just stay the night here and you can leave in the morning, I'll just sleep on the couch.” She says looking everywhere but at you. 

“I’m fine, I promise. I can drive back home, I don't want to intrude.” you say looking down at the floor. 

“You could never intrude, if anything your absence would annoy me more.” she says, grabbing your chin to make you look at her.

Staring into her brown eyes made your heart melt. You were so in love with her and you didn’t want to fight it anymore. Before you could think twice you grab her face, pulling her into a kiss. It caught the girl off guard, but she quickly melted into it, placing her hands onto your waist pulling you in closer. The kiss was what you had been wanting to do for the past five months.  What you didn’t know was that she had been wanting to do it since the first time she laid eyes on you. The two of you eventually pull apart just looking at one another smiling. This felt right.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” she asks with a slight smirk on her lips.

“Yes Clark, that was my way of saying I love you too” you respond rolling your eyes but failing to hide the smile creeping up on your face. “But we have to do this the right way. If you want to be with me, you have to end things with my sister, I don't want to be the other woman.” you say sternly.

She swiftly brings you into a hug and whispers “For you, i'd do anything.”

[pinkacademiaprincess]

Hiii I’m so sorry to bother you!, hope your day goes well <3 I just want to ask, how can I improve in maths? I’m preparing myself for the sat and I have trouble with understanding it. Any tips would be very much appreciated, thanku !! ♡

Become a Math Whiz: Acing Math Class & the SAT 📈✏️📚👩‍🏫

ty for the ask & the kind words! you are never a bother, i'm happy to help 🥰 i can def give some tips as someone who went from struggling w/ math to being good at it. and i’ve taken the SAT so i know that experience as well! i hope this helps 💗

take accountability

it’s very easy to try to shift blame & avoid taking responsibility for your grades/ performance. i used to think things like “the teacher is just bad!” or “i’m just not a math person!” but this mindset is just deflecting. some things are out of your control, like what teacher you have or preferring other subjects, but you have to step up & work hard to create your own success! remembering this will help you stay motivated and disciplined.

find your learning style

i talked about this in a previous post too, but there are different styles of learning - visual, auditory, hands-on, & reading/writing - and not all of them work for everyone. if you spend a ton of time studying and don’t see improvement or results, that’s a big sign that you’re studying wrong. a method that works for your friend or that your teacher uses might not actually be effective for you. so do some research into learning styles and study methods, and find implement strategies that work for you.

never fall behind

okay, easier said than done. but one of the biggest reasons i used to struggle is math is that i would get stuck on a concept, never fully master it, and then i’d stay behind. in math, a lot of topics build on each other. if you get stuck on a topic, it’s crucial that you figure it out asap or your confusion will snowball. you can’t build a solid structure on top of a wobbly foundation. the moment you encounter a problem area, study it until you’ve completely understood.

practice makes perfect

i try to steer clear of recommending specific study methods b/c everyone has different learning styles. but math is so dependent on problem solving & applications that you really have to master this skill in order to succeed. beyond just reviewing your notes & reading over concepts, you need to practice applying topics by solving problems. do the homework questions & do them for accuracy, even if it’s just graded for completion. find extra problems in the textbook, workbook, online, etc. redo questions from class or the hw that confused you until you can do them correctly without your notes. drill it until you can solve them AND understand how the steps work!

ask for help

i am clearly a big proponent of asking for help. in school, your teachers are gonna be one of the best resources you have. for one, they’re teachers for a reason, so even if you think they’re not too great at explaining stuff, they know the concepts. and besides that, your teachers the ones who are creating units, assigning your work, writing & grading your tests... they should be your go-to for questions. visit them during office hours or email to set up a meeting where you can discuss concepts. ask for extra practice problems, ask them to look over your work & let you know how it looks, talk through your work with them. aside from teachers, you can get help from a tutor, a classmate, whoever you can turn to. but pls don’t suffer alone! succeeding with help is still succeeding.

use the internet

so maybe your teacher truly sucks at explaining. maybe you don’t have classmates to help and can’t afford a tutor. or maybe you just wanna supplement your learning another way. i really really recommend utilizing free learning tools online!! khan academy is an obvious one for videos, practice problems, and more. you can also find tons of youtube videos explaining math topics. sometimes it helps to hear things explained another way. i also google “[math concept] practice problems” if i want extra questions to work through.

bonus: tips for SAT math

the SAT is a bit different b/c the math concepts aren’t actually too advanced. it’s all multiple choice so you don’t get to rely on partial points for showing your work. the SAT is testing your strategy & speed as much as it’s actually testing you on math concepts, so here are my best tips for that specifically:

use khan academy’s SAT prep tool - it’s free (!!!!!) and it links to your collegeboard account. it uses prior years’ SAT content so it’s very similar to the test itself. it helps you pace yourself, pinpoint your problem areas, learn & apply concepts, & track your progress. here's a screenshot from when i used it, as you can see my scores improved and i was able to ultimately get a superscore of 1450!

take practice tests - this helps you get familiar with the time constraint. khan academy has plenty!!

do a ton of SAT math practice questions - ideally, find a ton of questions used in prior SAT tests and just crank them out. the test's concepts are quite repetitive so if you just focus on the topics they usually test, you can master them

learn test-taking strategies - the SAT is multiple choice and has a tricky time constraint, so however you can save time will help. become good at using the process of elimination & other multiple choice test methods. you can find these sorts of tips online!

i hope this helps! know that you are completely capable of improving at math. i went from thinking i suck at it & doing poorly in math class to acing my calc courses & studying to enter a math-focused field. utilize your resources and figure out your best study style asap, and you WILL see improvements!

[angelosearch]

Every time I finish a writing session, I think to myself, "I can't wait to write again."

I cannot explain how good it feels to think that. I am near tears right now. I've fallen in love with writing again and I am so incredibly grateful.

As a kid, I loved writing. It was amazing to me, how words could evoke emotions. I looked forward to making people laugh or cry with my poetry and fiction, mostly in the form of over-achieving creative writing assignments and cards for family members. When I was 11-13, I lost so much family through death and estrangement, and I lost all of my friends because I moved. I was a weird kid, so I had trouble making friends in my new middle school. I felt alone in the world. Writing and fandom made a space where I could connect with others. A place where I could feel like an insider instead of an outsider.

Writing was my main hobby as a tween and that continued through high school. At that point, writing was a domain that held all my academic confidence. I went to a vocational high school for math and science (my two worst subjects) and literally had the second-lowest grades in my class of 41 students. My STEM-focused classmates made me feel like an idiot (sometimes on purpose, sometimes not) but I destroyed them in English or whenever a non-lab report paper was due.

So when it was time to select a college/major, writing felt like the only thing I was capable of. Undergrad Writing BAs (as opposed to English BAs with writing concentrations) are not common (at least as of 14 years ago, in the US) so the program I got into had basically every teenager who wanted to pursue writing on the East Coast in it.

I went in believing I would write "the next great American novel."

I came out thinking I was only good for writing technical stuff and marketing copy, if that.

Don't get me wrong, I learned a lot from the program, my professors, and my peers, but my peers were so skilled, and some of my professors were so ruthless, and some of the classes were so challenging that my confidence was obliterated. Writing was no longer something fun and expressive that could bring joy to others--no, it was my meal ticket and nothing else.

For years after my graduation, I tried here and there to get back into creative writing, but I was so burnt out on my jobs that creativity felt like a burden. Then, I spiraled downward with my mental health... I forgot I could love anything, nonetheless writing.

Journaling was the first thing to get me back into writing. And then personal essays. But the true joy came when I started writing fanfiction again, and it's been fucking magical.

I am obsessed with taking the ideas in my head and showing them to others. I love having to do deep research to understand something enough to write about it. I'm evoking emotion again! I'm connecting with people! And even my confidence is back thanks to the support of the amazing individuals who read and comment on my writing. ❤️

And maybe (specifically FFVIII) fanfiction is my main focus now, and maybe it always will be. But for the first time since I was a teenager, the idea of publishing something fictional or otherwise--publishing something that I WANT to write--feels obtainable.

It's cheesy, but hell, I feel like I'm doing what I was meant to do. When I write, I feel like I fit in my body, like I can tune out my anxious thoughts, like I am home. What a gift. I hope everyone can find a hobby that makes them feel this way.

And I know writing will frustrate me at times. And someday it may not feel magical to do it. But for now, I am just so excited to release my words into the wild and see what they get up to out there.

Thank you all for being on this journey with me! Now, I'm going to go write. :)

[cluelylikesporn]

okay exam update cuz im actually really pissed off.

so im autistic + adhd, and only been diagnosed relatively recently, so i havent really been getting assistance until now. (autism diagnosis last year, adhd 2 years ago.)

my last exam was (still is) this period, and im going home once i finish it. one of my other exams i was sent to special ed (it’s called different things in australia and other schools but i dont wanna get doxxed) and the chick helping me (we’ll call her charlie) told me she couldnt even read the questions out to me… like i legit get more help in my normal exam conditions.

she told me WHILE HAVING A PANIC ATTACK “i think i know why your so upset, because you know you dont listen in class and just sleep and draw on your hand.” cunt, what..?

HOW ARE YOU WORKING WITH NEURODIVERGENT KIDS..?

i literally have spent my whole life wondering why i cant listen in class and hearing “just reread it.” or “your not listening hard enough.” is so fucking tiring. maybe explain it? she refused to help me because i “wasnt approved” to have a helper

the school knows im autistic so why do i have to be approved to get the help i need? like you dont have to make up all these forms and files. you have teachers who can help me literally in the building who could help me but you refuse.

okok i got rlly off topic but tldr on what happened today:

my teacher sent me to the special ed area to do my exam (last time he did they told me to go back) also shout out to my english teacher hes a legend. he gave me my sheet, i took a ritalin, said bye to the people i liked and left. (i used to take ritalin daily but now i jst take it to focus better in exams and shit)

i went to se and saw a couple kids i knew. one i hated and didnt know why he was there, one who has some mental problems so i understood why he was there. hes a sweetie. and some chick i knew who broke her wrist and had to write on a laptop.

so one by one they were assigned a teacher who would sit with them and help them/ read out questions and then the lady said “oh chloe your not supposed to be here, you have to go back to class.”

are you fucking kidding me.

i completely understand its not her or my teachers fault im not meant to be there, but im allowed to be a little frustrated. i asked why i kept getting sent here and why i couldn’t get help.

same shit about documents and boring stuff.

keep in mind i get ndis funding so i thought that would impact my education experience but nope, literally nothing. i also understand there could be things my mum hasnt done and that’s completely ok she has her own life, but also THE SCHOOL KNOWS IM AUTISTIC. that should be enough. its like i only get the help if i start ditching class and become an eshay or some shit like i shouldnt have to become a troubled kid to get help.

so the lady said my only benefit i even got from the school is like 5 minutes extra time. and she told me i could either go back to class or do my exam here( which means i could get no help/ questions read to me.)

ngl this was dumb of me but i said ok bc i didnt want to go back to class after saying bye to everyone😭

so i sat there with one airpod in, a pen that didnt fucking work, the only help i could get was eavesdropping on what the assistant teachers were saying but they were so quiet. i did manage to write some stuff but it was pretty fucking stressful. i couldnt stop thinking about what charlie said (the lady helping me with my maths the week before.)

this may sound super dumb but i saw a crow fly onto a table outside and i felt like it was watching over me. like it was looking right at me. it made me feel a bit better and i got some work done.

it wouldve been fine if those fucking assistant teachers didnt keep giving me pitiful looks like bro. i know im fucked.

anyway i finished my exam (barely) and went to the bathroom to tell my friend ab what happened, caught a bus home and am about to play dbd 😾

sorry for the long post im jst so pissed😭 but ily guys and ill post i swear🙏

song of the day:

[timetravell]

Twas the first day of school, here is a little recap:

We mainly went over all the new procedures. Theres one about phones and if they have to take it up 4 times in a row you have to pay a fine of 15 dollars. And the dress code regressed?? No teacher is enforcing it though. We still have the same tardy policy (10 tardies = ISS).

If this phone policy doesn't 'work' then we just- wont be allowed to bring our phones at all Which is a HUGE safety concern.

below is a recap of all my class periods <3

1st period: Colorguard

Nothing much happened here, again a lot of today was just a repeat of all procedures. There were a few band specific things, such as attendance, rehearsals, UDB, and stuff pertaining to the band hall itself. There is now a form so if need be, your istrument can be turned into the shop to get fixed!

We also cleaned out the guard locker room/area. All of the costumes from last year got put in one of the lower lockers. We somehow found stuff from seniors who left YEARS ago. And 3 year old water....in a jug still.. yikes.

2nd: Forensics!!!

Im actually so happy I got to be in this class. Im looking forward to a lot of things in it. Especially the labs and that one lecture about blood splatters. Our teacher is actually absent this first week, but thats because he's also the volleyball coach. (Our volleyball team is in Hawaii for nationals I believe)

We had three assignments. One of them was designing a locker (mine is super cute, it has a Marina poster), the second was a Syllabus scavenger hunt which isn't due until tomorrow but I wanted to get a jump on it so I finished it at home. The third was homework, which was just a student survey.

3rd: ELA

It was just, again, more policy updates and a little get to know you card. This class, thank god, wont be all on computer. We'll have some paper assignments. We haven't gotten our reading yet (which upsets me a teeny bit, but I'm sure we'll learn about it later in the week)

4th: AP World History

I'm actually so exited for this class its not even funny. I was genuinley upset when we didnt get our unit 0 packets and when I found out we werent getting our textbooks until Friday.

We did learn that the AP teachers are no longer allowed to split that 70% weighted major assignments to 40/30. Which absolutely sucks, and on top of that our first unit is stuff our state says we NEED to know to get said World History credit. Which means we wont even be tested on it come spring. Our district hates us.

I actually have a good teacher for this AP class, last year I had a very (idk how else to put it) 'White privlidged' teacher. AND AND I narrowly missed being stuck in a class with someone I despise. Made me so happy!

I also learned that 'The History of the Entire World I guess' is pretty accurate! So I can use that as a study resource for like- a short summary.

5th: Astronomy

SO SO SO excited for this class. And there is no math! None! (If they added math it would have to become an AP class). My teacher is so funny unironicly. He's very monotone and you would think he'd be a bore, but he's actually really funny in my opinion.

We actually will talk about why Astrology isnt real which I think will be really fun. I dont nessicarily believe astrology is real, I like the idea of it. But going indepts on why it isnt is going to be really interesting!

We also will get to learn how galaxies and solar systems form, which will be really helpfull for making my story, Abyss. Theres also gonna be night labs!! (if we go we get a free 100 on a test grade) And maybe some Day Labs if the school can get their hands on a solar telescope.

6th: Geometry

It's geometry. There wasnt really anything of note here. Just the fact that i somehow have a class full of kids who dont care abt the Highschool grades. (I have confirmed this, it isnt speculation) It's gonna be a loud period..

7th: Band (they split it up weird)

Again nothing of note. EXCEPT NOW I HAVE TO LEARN THE SHOW?? ON MY FLUTE?? WHAT??

Im in guard, i dont do 'band' until concert season. I cant work on my solo during this period OR my homework. Pissed me of factually because the original plan was as followed:

Used as a study hall

Practice choreography

Practice flute

But nope! They hate me! /j

8th: Musical Theatre!

So many new people! Its gonna be so much fun! I have a lot of friends in that class so im really excited!

I already know the song im gonna do for our first solo, just gotta get permission cuz its technicly not from a musical (Wont say im in love from hercules)

Anyways thats it!! Tmmr will most likely have some more stuff so follow if you want to see!

[invisibleraven]

No me dejes la lengua atada

Reggie is in danger of failing Spanish, so his teacher assigns him a tutor. Unfortunately, Julie Molina hates his guts.

AO3 link!

For my darling @daintyduck99!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH! I got this vision of Julie teaching Reggie Spanish and it would not stop pestering me until I wrote it, and I knew you would enjoy it. The enemies to lovers stuff is very short, but it was a fun little twist and a trope I've never attempted before, so I hope I did it justice! Confession: I do not speak a word of Spanish, so Google Translate was my friend here. As usual, the Spanish is in italics, but a lot of it is written in English in {{brackets like this}} and implied to be Spanish so you don't have to suffer through translating half the story.

“Mr. Peters?”

“Yes Señora?”

“My desk please.”

Reggie let his head fall and sighed to himself. Being called to the teacher’s desk was never a good thing. Even when the teacher liked him, like Señora Torres did. He received a consoling shoulder pat from a few people in the class as they filed out, but none of them would offer to stay-they weren’t close like that. Curses his true friends being in other classes right now when he needs their support. He stood slowly, almost dragging himself to the front of the class, hearing the funeral dirge in his mind.

“I’ll be frank Mr. Peters,” she says in that no nonsense voice of hers, “You are in grave danger of failing my class.”

Reggie hangs his head in shame once more, but it’s not like this is news to him. Languages had never come easy to him, and unfortunately they were also a required class which meant his grade point average took a dive. He was supposed to have taken French this semester, which would have been fine with Luke to help him since the guy was a step away from fluency. But the only French class was in the same slot as his advanced Math and well Regie wasn’t giving up a class he was actually good at to plod through a language he could stumble his way through. So remedial Spanish it was.

“I know,” he replied, sure his voice sounded just a touch sullen.

“You are also aware that you need the language credit to graduate correct?”

Reggie nodded mutely, he was well aware of the fact, yes. It hung over him daily that he might be held back because of fucking Spanish. He knew he’d catch hell from his dad if he didn’t graduate, a GED wasn’t good enough, and no Peters had ever been held back or had to do summer school, so Reggie had better not be the first. “What can I do?”

Señora hummed, tapping her lips with her pen-the dreaded red one that haunted Reggie’s nightmares. Look, he was actually a pretty decent student otherwise, and the school had been really good about making accommodations for his ADHD, but there was little they could do when it came to languages. So that red pen that made his Spanish work look like the victim of a bloody conflict was no friend.

“I can assign you a tutor,” she finally said. “Give you a few extra credit quizzes, and if I see a marked improvement by near the end of the term, you can probably pull out of this course with a passing grade.”

Reggie felt relief at that, a chance was better than nothing. Sure it would be nigh impossible to fit tutoring into his already busy schedule, but if it meant giving up one D&D session per week to graduate, he’d do it. “That sounds great, do you have someone in mind?”

The teacher smiled. “I have a student who helps out a few days a week. She's a native Spanish speaker, so she’s probably the best option. I’ll have her touch base with you.”

“Thank you! Um I mean… gracias!” Reggie exclaimed, receiving a kind smile from her as he gathered his stuff, and went to the door, graciously accepting the hall pass she gave him, though he was only missing study hall. “Who is the student by the way?”

“Julie Molina.”

Fuck.

Reggie gave the teacher a weak smile and rushed off, and eventually found himself slumped over a study caddy groaning quietly. Why of every student at Los Feliz did he have to be paired with Julie Molina of all people?

Julie who was beauty personified, with the sweetest personality to match and a voice like an angel. Julie Molina who Reggie had been crushing on since seeing her perform in front of the whole school at the pep rally last year.

Julie Molina who utterly hated his guts.

To this day, he had no idea what he had done to earn her ire. Reggie could count one one hand the number of times he had spoken to Julie, and they were always small greetings or simple questions. Yet every time she glared at him with eyes so frigid it gave him chills, and her answers were always clipped and frosty. He really didn’t get it, or why her seeming hatred of him didn’t kill his burgeoning affection at any point.

He’s sure if he ever talked about it with the guidance counselor Dr. Butler, she would have a field day, but he’s been kind of therapy phobic since the last time his folks saw a marriage counselor and it only made things worse.

But he knew without a doubt that the second Julie heard it was him she was supposed to tutor she would downright refuse and he could kiss a passing mark-and his chance to graduate-goodbye.

Only the next day when Señora called him to her desk, she told him Julie would be waiting for him after school in the library.

“D-did you tell her it was me that she was going to tutor?” he stuttered.

“No,” the teacher said, narrowing her eyes. “Should I have? Because if you plan on being cruel to Julie, I can just as easily get her to rescind her help.”

“No! Nothing like that!” Reggie protested. “It’s just she’s never been exactly civil to me.”

“I find that very hard to believe Mr. Peters, but I assure you that Julie will be professional or you can come to me and I’ll find you another tutor. Just… give her a chance,” Señora said. “She’s had a hard year.”

Reggie knew that, everyone knew that. Knew about Julie’s mom and how it made her stop singing. How she lost her spot in the music program as a result. And gained it back with that pep rally performance, and now was the program's star.

She would be the one to make it, the one to be selling out stadiums and have a mansion filled with platinum records before their ten year reunion. Everyone knew that too.

Reggie nodded and shuffled off to his desk next class, dreading the end of the day, and hoping Señora Torres was right and Julie wouldn’t storm off after finding out it was him she was stuck tutoring.

Three thirty came before he knew it though, like the afternoon had flown by, and Reggie wasn’t sure he absorbed a single iota of data from his afternoon classes. He trudged to the library, and sucked in a breath as he entered, blowing it out-or feeling like it was knocked from him as he spotted Julie. She was seated by the window, sunlight streaming in and making her glow golden. She had her glasses slipping down her nose as she read a book, a tiny private smile on her lips.

And Reggie’s traitorous heart leapt in his chest.

He gripped the strap of his book bag tighter and approached the table. “H-hey Julie.”

She looked up and her whole face hardened. “Oh it’s you.”

“Thank you for tutoring me,” he said, taking the seat across from her.

“I haven’t decided if I am or not yet,” she said coolly. “Señora failed to tell me who I was supposed to be helping, and I never would have agreed to it if I had known.”

Reggie bristled at that. So much for being professional. “Look, I don’t know why you hate me, but you can either get over it or I can ask Señora for a different tutor. But you get to tell her why you refuse to help me.”

“You know,” Julie seethed.

“I really don’t,” Reggie replied. “I’ve barely said two words to you and I’m a pretty nice guy, ask anyone.”

“So it wasn’t you that defaced the Queer Alliance bake sale flyers? Or stole the sheet music I had out for my final performance last year and left some dumb country song in its place?”

That had Reggie’s hackles up. “First of all, if the Queer Alliance meetings didn’t interfere with band practice I would be at every one, because I’m bi, so no I didn’t destroy the flyers. Heck I even made brownies for the bake sale, so I have no idea where you got such an idea.”

Julie deflated at that. “But Jenna said…”

Reggie snorted. “Jenna Collins? Yeah we broke up not long before because of aforementioned being bi. I wouldn’t be surprised if she defaced them herself and blamed me.”

Julie’s ears turned a crimson hue, and her face took on an ashamed countenance. “I’m sorry. It’s just I worked hard on those, and when Jenna said you destroyed them…”

“You saw red,” Reggie finished for her.

“Yeah,” she admitted quietly. Then looked up at him again, everything about her unsure. “But what about my song?”

Reggie extracted his binder and pulled out a small pile of sheet music. “This one?”

Julie gathered the music to her, almost in a hug. “Why did you take it?”

“I didn’t, Luke did,” Reggie said with a sigh. “Luke, you know Luke Patterson? Us and our two buddies are in a band together-Sunset Curve, tell your friends!”

“I’ve heard of you, you’re pretty good,” Julie admitted begrudgingly, still clutching the music to her like a lifeline.

“Anyways, I’ve been trying to convince Luke to broaden our style a little. Or at least give one of my country songs a try. Instead he took off with it, and hid it. He’s an assshole like that. But also you know, my best friend, so when he saw how upset it made me, he went to get it back. Seems he grabbed your song by mistake and left mine in its place.” He gestured to the papers in her grip. “That’s really beautiful by the way, shame we never got to hear it. But there was no name so I kept hold of it in case I ever figured it out.”

“I didn’t keep your country song,” Julie admitted apologetically.

Reggie shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve written tons more since then and Luke even agreed to let us try one at our next gig if we up the tempo a bit.”

Julie slumped her head. “God I’ve been so awful to you and for no reason. You must hate me.”

Reggie chuckled. “Nah, I never got it, but it never tainted my opinion of you.” He prayed that Julie never find out he felt the exact opposite of hatred towards her. He could deal with the misunderstanding and hope she would at least be a bit nicer now. “So… Spanish?”

{{How much Spanish do you understand?}} Julie asked with a smirk.

“Ummm… I only understood the word Español there. So maybe start from scratch,” Reggie suggested sheepishly.

{{Good thing you’re cute, because we’ve got our work cut out for us,}} Julie sighed.

Reggie stalled, because when he was trying to learn Spanish on his own, one of the few words he tried to learn were the compliments. And he knew lindo meant cute. D-did Julie actually just call him cute? He was sure his cheeks were aflame, so he kept his head down and eye trained on the flashcards Julie passed over. It was probably meant in a teasing, friendly way, not a flirty one. But it still made his heart zing, just a little.

They struggled through the next half hour, Reggie was sure Julie winced at his every mispronunciation and failure to roll his R’s correctly. But he soldiered on, getting through the basics and completing a worksheet Julie made up, passing it by the skin of his teeth. But he still passed, and Julie gave him a high five for that measly accomplishment.

Plus she did her corrections in purple glitter pen, which Reggie kind of loved. “Review that before we meet up again next week, and we’ll go over the next lesson then.”

“Rightio, thanks again Julie,” he said. He turned to go, but at the door he turned back, and went to her side. “I-I meant what I said about your song. I hope I get to hear you sing it one day.”

“Thanks Reggie,” she said. “But it’s not really my song. It’s… one I wrote with my mom. It’s like keeping a piece of her with me, even if she’s gone.”

“Then I’m doubly sorry Luke took it,” he said.

“I have it back now, so maybe someday… I’ll let you hear me sing it,” Julie said with a blush, and Reggie grinned before rushing off, sending her one last grin before disappearing.

Julie looked at the song once more, and cursed the way her pulse picked up when thinking of the boy who returned it to her.

~

The next time they met, they went over the worksheet again and Julie coached Reggie on the basics, urging him to try the sheet once more.

This time when she returned it, there was far less purple glitter pen, and a little smiley face sketched into the corner.

{{I knew you could do it Reggie, very good.}} Julie said.

“See bien I get, it’s the same in French right?” Reggie asked and Julie nodded. “What does mooy mean?”

“Muy means very,” Julie replied with a giggle.

“Oh, so I did very good?”

“Compared to last time, yes,” Julie replied, which was faint praise but Reggie would take it.

“So what do we go over next time? Another worksheet?”

“You’re going to tell me about Reggie Peters, what you like, and so on. You might want to look up some music terms,” Julie advised. “¿La semana que viene a la misma hora?”

Reggie cocked his head to the side and Julie muffled a laugh into her palm. “I’ll see you next week Reggie.”

He waved as she went off, and Reggie knew then and there he needed to learn Spanish if only to one day tell Julie how he felt. Now that he might have a chance of her at least letting him down nicely.

After he passed that is.

“

{{Tell me about your band,}} Julie said during their next tutoring session. When Reggie looked confused she gave him a good natured eye roll. “Sunset Curve.”

“Oh, yeah! We’ve been playing together since elementary school!” Reggie enthused.

{{In Spanish Reggie.}}

“Umm taco… No, that's not right. Toco el bajo?” Then he mused, “Weird that the word for bass in Spanish is so close to banjo, which I also shred on.”

“Banjo is the same in Spanish ironically,” Julie quipped.

“Sweet!”

{{What other instruments do you play?}} Julie mimed a few instruments at his once again befuddled look.

“Piano y guitar?”

“Guitarra,” Julie corrected, and giggled when Reggie fumbled over the word until he could say it passibly. “Now you ask me.”

“¿Qué instrumentos tocas?” Reggie said, sounding unsure.

“¡Muy bien!” Julie said, offering him a high five. “Toco el piano y el violín.”

“The violin? Very cool.”

“So in Spanish the word violín can mean violin and fiddle,” Julie explained. “I’m learning the fiddle.”

“Well when you’ve got it down pat, let me know,” Reggie replied. “I’ll break out my banjo and we can duet on some sweet country tunes.”

{{I’d like that.}}

Reggie was still struggling to understand what Julie said a lot of the time, but given her soft smile and the tinge of pink on the apples of her cheeks, he supposed it was good.

{{What is your favourite movie?}}

“Star Wars,” Reggie replied confidently. “I learned the word for movie at least. What’s yours?”

{{Spanish Reggie.}}

“Oh right,” Reggie chuckled. “¿Cuál es tu película favorita?”

“Oh nice job feminizing favourite,” Julie said. “And I love The Princess Bride.”

{{In Spanish Julie,}} Reggie chided playfully.

Julie gawked at him and gave an over exaggerated gasp. “Oh you did not!”

“I so did!” Reggie replied gleefully, then ducked the wadded up ball of paper that she had chucked at him. “Abuse! I’ll tell Señora on you!”

“Please, she loves me,” Julie replied. {{Now tell me about your favourite food.}}

~

{{Your Spanish has gotten much better}} Julie told him a few weeks later.

“Gracias!” Reggie exclaimed automatically. He would never be fluent in Spanish, but he felt more confident and comfortable with it now. And the last worksheet Julie gave him had almost no purple on it! Though a part of him kind of missed her silly little doodles that she made as she corrected his work.

{{You think you’re ready for the practice test coming up?}}

“Coma siempre seré,” Reggie replied with a shrug.

“Como,” Julie corrected. “Now, let’s work on the oral portion.”

Reggie had to bite back a snigger at that, but failed, chastened by Julie’s eye roll, so he sat up straighter. “Hit me.”

“Sunset.”

“Puesta de sol.”

“Curve.”

“Curva, come on Jules, give me a harder one.”

{{Oh so you want a challenge pretty boy?}}

{{You think I’m pretty?}} Reggie asked with an eyebrow waggle.

Julie snorted, and rolled her eyes. “You know you are cariño. But now I think I taught you too well so I can’t tease or insult you without you understanding.”

To be fair, he still didn’t understand every word she used-that cariño one she’d used a few times now, and he was never brave enough to ask or look it up, just in case it meant something mean or teasing. “Did you really used to do that?” he asked.

Julie shrugged. “A little. It’s fun when the student is first starting out. Nothing mean, just a test to see how much of the language they grasp.”

Reggie kind of deflated at that. He had hoped he was special, that Julie had only teased him like that. Maybe if he got through this course he could follow up her teasing by asking her out. He felt surer and surer each day that she might just say yes, given the blushing and smiling she did at him. Just maybe…

He didn’t want to embarrass himself by doing it now if there was nothing behind her innocent teasing though. Especially not with the test coming up and needing her help. “Let’s get this practice practice test out of the way, see how far I’ve come huh?”

“Okay, so how would you ask someone to go see your band?”

“¿Quieres venir a ver a mi banda tocar este sábado?”

{{Where are you playing?}}

“You know we don’t have a gig this Saturday right?” Reggie then shook his head. “Not important. Umm Estamos jugando en The Orpheum.”

“Pretty big time for you guys,” Julie said with a fake whistle.

{{We do actually have a showcase there in July,}} Reggie admitted. {{You should come.}}

“Tal vez lo haré cariño,” she replied with a smirk. “You think Luke will let you do a country song then?”

“At the Orpheum? Yeah right. He’s not going to take chances when we might get signed,” Reggie scoffed. “Besides, my songs aren’t that great.”

{{I wish you could see how great you are and own it.}} Julie said. {{See yourself how I see you.}}

Reggie didn’t catch it though, looking at her with that same confused expression he gave her at the beginning. So Julie just shook her head and took out a new worksheet for him. “Okay, this is what should be covered on the test, so let’s go over it and see how you do.”

~

The day of the test, Reggie was nervous. He had been studying for ages, and Julie had even given him extra tutoring over the past week. If he did well on this test, he should be able to pass the course, combined with all the extra credit work Señora Torres had thrown his way. But he still doubted his abilities, and right now every language, even English was a jumble in his head.

He read through the test first, just like he had been taught to when he first got his ADHD diagnosis, answering the stuff he knew first. The simple matching and feminizing certain words. That he knew back and forth.

When he got a harder question, he paused. Summoned the image of Julie in his mind, the way she’d scrunch her nose at him when he got a word just a little bit wrong, the way her voice would go soft when she corrected him. The twinkle in her eyes when he got it right the second time. Her tutelage, her belief in him is what kept him going. He knew this stuff, and he couldn’t let Julie down. But more than that, he couldn’t let himself down.

He handed the test in with a few minutes to spare and sucked in a breath when Señora Torres pulled out her dreaded red pen. He ducked his head, not able to bear watching her douse his paper in red. He just prayed she would be swift in failing him so he could crawl back to Julie in shame.

“All done Mister Peters,” she said.

The walk to her desk felt like a million miles, dread pooling in his stomach. He was trembling, fingers wearing away at the fabric of the flannel tied around his waist just to keep from clutching himself or ripping the paper from her hands. Yet she was smiling and when he finally looked at the grade, he couldn’t help but do the same.

“73? Really?” he asked.

“Well done Mister Peters. Seems like all that tutoring paid off,” Señora Torres said. “Now you just have to make it until the final in a few weeks and you’ll have that language credit.”

“Thank you! I mean gracias!”

“Don’t thank me,” she said. “This is all you and Julie. Thank her.”

“I will!” he replied, running out of the room. He knew Julie had Biology next period so he rushed to the science wing, frantic eyes searching for a head of curly hair and a gap toothed smile. Then he saw her-talking to Nick Danforth Evans, and his heart sank.

Nick was the school’s golden boy. Good family, good grades. Head of the lacrosse and track teams, a great guitarist, and a really nice guy. Of course Julie would be into him. Who wouldn’t be? And Julie? Well she was everyone’s dream girl, so how could Nick not like her back? And when he pulled her into a warm hug, well that was all the confirmation that Reggie needed.

He shoved his test into his bag and headed in the opposite direction. He was going to be late for Woodshop anyways.

He just tried to ignore the sound of his heart shattering into a thousand tiny pieces as he went.

~

Reggie wasn’t sure if should turn up to tutoring that Thursday or not. Julie had initially only agreed to help him until he got this last test out of the way, as during finals time she would be busy revising for her own exams, but would happily let him have her flashcards and worksheets to help him study.

So chances are, if she showed up today, it would only be to hand him over those materials and wish him luck. He at least did owe her a thank you right?Even so, he took his time walking to the library that day, not wanting to face the reality that this would be the last time he and Julie hung out. Sure, she had said she’d think about coming to Sunset Curve’s Orpheum gig, but that was a weak promise, and half way through the summer.

He doubted Julie would deign to seek him out socially after this. Sure they were no longer enemies, and she was nice enough to him if they passed each other in the halls, but they weren’t friends or anything. Reggie would end up in her memory as just some guy she helped pass Spanish senior year, and she would always remain the unattainable dream.

Only when Reggie got to the library, Julie wasn’t there. He glanced at his watch, he wasn’t that late, only a minute or two, and Julie knew he wasn’t exactly the punctual type. Meaning she didn’t show. “So… that’s it then,” he said to himself.

Walking away from the library almost felt as hard as walking to it, the weight of rejection sitting heavy on his shoulders. Reggie wondered if he was too late to join the D&D club for their usual mini campaign, or maybe he could hit the guys up for some band stuff. Anything to keep his mind off of Julie.

“Reggie!”

He turned, and there she was, out of breath, but still radiant as she ran to him, pausing to still her racing lungs. “Sorry I’m late, Señora called me over after class to congratulate me on a job well done. You did well on your test then?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, handing it to her.

“Wow! That’s so good Reggie! You must be proud of yourself!” Julie exclaimed, and handed him back the test.

“Feels alright,” he shrugged. “As long as I do alright on the final I’ll pass and get to walk the stage at grad. So thanks for helping me.”

“Are you alright?” Julie asked. “I figured you’d be more enthused.”

“Oh yeah, no sorry. Long day, kinda beat. Guess tutoring is canceled,” he said, not meeting her eyes.

“Well I don’t think you need me any more,” Julie laughed. “But I have all the flashcards and everything here.” She handed him the packet, and he took it with a nod, slipping it into his bookbag. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah, sure.”

Julie felt deflated walking away from Reggie. The past few months she had felt like they had built a real rapport between them. A genuine closeness that she hoped Reggie would act on now that she wasn’t helping him with class. Sure, she could make the first move, but she had hoped well… she wasn’t sure that all her wishes for Reggie to like her back were ever coming true.

{{You’re wrong you know,}} he muttered from down the hall, and she turned, seeing him look at her with big sad eyes. {{I always need you.}}

{{What do you need me for Reggie?}} she shot back.

“Nothing. No...I know you have Nick,” he deflected. “I saw you guys together the other day.”

“Nick?” Julie asked, confused. “Nick is dating Carrie. He has been since like the seventh grade and wanted to get her a nice anniversary present. She and I are pretty close, so he asked my opinion. That’s all.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” Julie rolled her eyes. Boys, seriously. “And even if Nick was single, he wouldn’t be my type.”

“Oh yeah, and what is your type?” Reggie said, a tiny sparkle appearing in his eyes as he stepped closer.

“Well, he’s about 5 '8, dark hair, green eyes. Likes country, and math. Terrible at Spanish-or well, he used to be. Still not great at picking up the hints when I flirt with him in it though,” Julie replied, stepping up to him and toying with the pendant hanging around his neck, then looking up at him. “So, are you ever going to ask me out or what?”

He beamed at that. “Julie Molina, will you please go out with me on a date?”

{{In Spanish Reggie,}} she smirked.

He laughed at that. “¿Saldrás a una cita conmigo?”

“Si,” Julie replied before pressing up on her toes and capturing his mouth in a kiss. Reggie tugged her into his arms to deepen it, holding her tight as he took in the sweetness of her, the way her kiss made sparks shoot up his spine.

“Wow,” Julie whispered as they pulled apart, her voice a tad husky. “If that’s how you kiss before the date I can’t wait to see what you pull out for after.”

“So where do you wanna go on our date?” Reggie asked, looping their arms together and escorting her from the school.

“Oh I know this cute little tapas place, really make you work on your Spanish there,” Julie suggested.

Reggie groaned playfully and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Fine, but afterwards I’m making you sit through at least one Star Wars movie. In English.”

“Fair trade,” Julie replied.

“But we can totally turn the Spanish subtitles on, if you want,” Reggie offered.

“Perfect.”

It was at graduation a few weeks later that Reggie finally got to walk the stage, waving wildly to his friends as he accepted his diploma, grinning ear to ear. It had been close for a moment there, but he’d made it.

“Feel good cariño?” Julie asked as she hugged him. God he loved it when she called him that-especially now that he knew what it meant.

“The best, no small thanks to you,” he replied, kissing the tip of her nose sweetly.

“De nada.”

“Break it up you two, we have a set to refine!” Luke shouted at them from across the quad. Since they started dating Julie had come to all the Sunset Curve practices, helping them work on a few songs, and even agreeing to sing with them-provided Luke let Reggie have his country song at the Orpheum. Luke had groaned, but agreed, and now Julie was all but part of the band.

Sure if they didn’t get signed, she had plans to do her own thing in the fall, but for now, she was having fun adding to Sunset Curve’s sound. Plus it meant she got to spend that much more time with Reggie, which no one was complaining about, even with Luke’s gripes that his aromantic self didn’t get it, but he was totally happy for them.

“Ready to go?” Julie asked Reggie.

“Just one thing…I need to tell you something. Something good!” Reggie said.

{{In Spanish Reggie,}} she said, eyes shining up at him. Because she knew what he was going to say, and she had been aching to say it back since after their second date. Maybe even before then, way back when he handed her the song. Or maybe when his eyes shone when she sang it for him-in Spanish and English during one of their tutoring sessions. Either ebay, she was more than ready to hear the words ready to burst from her heart on his lips.

“Te amo Julie.”

“Yo también te amo Reggie. Yo también te amo.”

Reggie grinned. “Muy bien.”

[lazar-codes]

Codeblr tag game - Realization

Thank you to @code-es for tagging me!

At what point in your life did you decide that the world of computers was the one for you?

This will be a long one, so bear with me.

I tag: @kitkatcodes, @alica-tech, and literally anyone else who wants to do this.

I honestly didn't know, or care to know, how computers worked until I was 21, at my last semester of college. As a kid I had my own computer, but I didn't mess around with it. Then, growing up, it just didn't occur to me that programming was a thing, or even a thing that my brain could comprehend and actually enjoy doing (plus, I'm bad a math, so there's that).

I was finishing up my Associate Degree in Health Sciences where in my genetics class in my 2nd to last semester, my prof starts talking about Bioinformatics and how the field is rising. So I went up to him after class and asked what that field was, and he said "you create apps to help solve biological problems" and I stood there thinking that that was just awesome (although after being in a bioinformatics program at another school, the definition we were taught is "using programming or computer science to answer biological questions", so a little different than what he said). He said my college was planning on opening up a degree in that field and handed me a timetable for the courses that a student would take in that degree. One of the first courses you'd need to take actually required a pre-requisite course, so my last semester in my degree I took that course, and it was a basic intro to computer science.

This course was awful. I didn't really like my prof, and he just presented different topics without explaining how things connected. For example, he explained how sorting algorithms worked, but I don't remember if he covered lists or arrays. He explained stacks and queues (which I learned about in my 2nd year of university, 2 years after learning it in this course), and also went over the different routing/scheduling algorithms like round robin and others I don't remember. And then we covered Visual Basic (i.e. turn this text colour from black to red), and also briefly touched on if statements and loops. Basically, it was a mess of a course.

So, my college doesn't open the program by the time I graduate and I get into another university for the Bioinformatics bachelor program. Because of college, I didn't really have to take bio courses at uni since I'd already done them. So now it was time for computer science. This was really good, since I had the flexibility of either continuing on the bio path and do research once I graduate, or go into the world of programming. And I really liked that flexibility.

The intro to computer science course offered here was actually structured well, but I still didn't know that the key to courses where you program is to learn how to use google...we did all of our assignments in Python and I asked a programming friend of mine for a lot of help. Then as the semesters went on, I would take 1 or 2 CS courses per semester to learn concepts such as data structures and algorithms, database management systems, and computer networks. Meanwhile, the few actual bioinformatics courses that I took all used R and were mostly data analysis, which I didn't like (but still used it for my thesis project). It wasn't until this past semester where I was taking a design course (officially called "human-computer interactions") that I actually had fun with the project. We had to design a library website system from scratch to a functioning prototype, and I had a blast. Given that that was my last semester, it gave me hope that I can enjoy coding, especially if it's something visual. I don't mind doing backend stuff (plus, it makes me feel smart), but I work really well with visuals, and when I can literally see my process and the outcome.

This was long, but here we are. Now I'm 25 and I've graduated, and I'm in the process of building up a portfolio with projects, as well as (re)learning concepts I covered in school to prep for interviews. I honestly don't think I'll get a job immediately, and it might take a few months, but I'm using that time in between to learn and get a solid understanding of concepts. I feel like I started late, and that I should've just gone into a CS or SE degree instead of Bioinformatics, or gotten an internship during my school years, but alas, it is what it is.

[boyakishan]

I am better than a lot of people. And that sounds strange... Actually fuck you. I am better than all of you. If that sounds narcissistic, it is. It's called having an ego. Having pride. It's the one thing stopping me from jumping off a cliff like a dumbass

Regardless, here's what I'm talking about. Disabled people. Those who have mental disorders or whatever, physical disorders. Not going into the long list of shit you can have or the bullshit that people give because "they're autistic" or whatever, I think it's bullshit that I have to put in effort to kiss people's ass to make them no longer treat me like a wild animal.

Ooh. What's he gonna do? Stab us ahhhh.

Now that's obviously a bit of an exaggeration, but it's also not. It feel a lot like being a dog on a leash. It's also a bit shit that the education system we live in doesn't include a mandatory ability to explain the shit we teach to students but eh tomato tomatoh.

So what do I mean? Well, how many of y'all realised that I'm autistic? Now my sister says most of y'all call me "a bit weird but funny." Which is y'know, kinda stupid because she's my sister and I'm my close circle. Now most of y'all, barely even an acquaintance. Most of the people who call themselves "best friends." Or "friends" with me. Most aren't even acquaintances, they're weirdos who thin because we went to primary school together that makes us best buds. Hahahahahaha. No. Just no. I don't care if we went to primary school and got married or fucked at some point. That was before, that was basically my highschool period. Where I was cringe, immature. Y'know all that jazz. Now, I'm in the equivalent of my young adult stage. Of course, by the time I present this everyone in my year will be mostly mature folk but eh.

So like, my yea right? Most of them know that this whole education thing? Bullshit. Absolute waste of time. But how many can explain why? How many can provide reasons beyond. "when am I gonna use quadratics?" Because suprisingly (list names off here). Not a lot of people use this specific maths thing. But that ain't the point. If you broke down what it would take to learn this shit, well you'd get a bunch of skills you'd use in real life. Unfortunately none of the teachers can even generically or hand wavingly go "you should learn these skills and stuff." Like who the fuck writes narratives? Or essays? Or poems? But that ain't the important bit, what's more important is the ability to deconstruct, explain and prove whatever. Like, uh fucking Percy Jackson. The first book provides, if not a unique view, then an interesting and relatable narrative that engages the reader. It does this through the use of informal writing, subtle characterisation and more. Like that alone, that's considered a B. According to all 205(actually it's 346 as of writing this) assignments, exercises and by reading other people's writing without permission. That's considered a B or A. More of a B, but you get the idea.

So why'd I mention that? Why mention education and why it's bullshit but not in the way you think? Well firstly. Because I wanted to sneak it in somehow. But more importantly, because all of that. Just thinking up that, that took about 120 hours of planning and thinking. Cutting it up, firstly it takes about 48 hours to go in and drag the memories and shit out. Second, it takes like 24 hours to y'know organise the shit out. Then it takes 40 hours to plan that shit out. Then it takes 8 more hours to pack up and clean up the rest of that. In real time, that took me. Twenty seconds. Twenty seconds to find a couple memories and notes, plan out what I'm talking and shit and pack it up to do it all over again. Now I do this, god knows how many times. And the reason why I say that is because 120 hours is the actual time I spent passively thinking about this shit. 120 hours actually spent thinking in the background while I went to school, grumbled getting ready, going, dealing with shit. Gonna put a pin here. Go home. Deal with shit. Another same pin there. Do school work, fuck around, have dinner, deal with shit and so on.

Now let's unpucker those suckers. What do I mean deal with shit? Well, It may be because I don't know how to communicate that I don't like insert thing here. But a lot of you fucks annoy the shit out of my. Claiming to be my friend, "teasing" aka bullying me. Making jokes at my expense. You get the idea.

-I made a speech thing. May continue.

[rydrake6]

Vent post: TW for suicide and self harm and School maybe? Idk how to format these.

I know that I don't usually make posts like this, but I just need somewhere to express that I am incredibly fucking stressed out about school. I'm probably at least a hundred assignments behind and I was supposed to work over the break, but I just spent the whole week getting stressed out and hating myself for not being able to get on my stupid school account and actually get work done. I don't know why, but I'm terrified to do any work. Maybe it's a fear that I'm not going to be able to get anything done, maybe my account having my deadname on it has something to do with it, I don't know. Me saying at least a hundred isn't an exaggeration, by the way. Because one time I was behind on FIFTY SEVEN ASSIGNMENTS!!! I had a mental breakdown on the first day of school and wasn't able to get any work done, so I've been behind ever since. It doesn't really help that my financial math class makes no fucking sense and the one time I tried to get help from the actual teacher of that class was more concerned with my grade than actually helping me understand the material. "Do the discussion questions and you'll get a good grade." Motherfucker how am I supposed to answer the discussion questions if I don't understand what they're about? I got a math tutor and even she thinks that this class is too complicated. But I just HAD to go into financial math because I NEEDED a class that I'd actually be using in the world. My other classes aren't even that bad, they're fun even. But I'm so far behind in them and I'm so terrified of going back into that account that I don't want to do them. The fun of learning is lost when I can't think about doing it without also thinking of killing myself or self harming! That's not an exaggeration either. I literally cannot think about getting to the fucking mountain that is my overdue school assignments without thinking about killing myself. Or at the very least, it's hard to not think about suicide when I'm thinking about school. Which is a problem, because I need to be able to do schoolwork, but I can't do schoolwork when I'm thinking "I would actually rather die than do this." The thing is too, I'm passing my class. I don't have straight As, but I am passing. I've even been called a model student by the director of the virtual academy himself. There are just so many assignments and I can't possibly get all of them done and my completionist and perfectionist ass doesn't want me to leave any assignment behind. And because I'm leaving so fucking many assignments behind, I'm beating myself up for this. I always beat myself up about school stuff, because there's not really much going on in my life. Up until recently, I didn't have a life outside of school. I've always gotten good grades, good notes, good behavior, and comments from the teachers saying "Rydrake is full of life and brightens everyone's day in the classroom." I actually used to enjoy school too. Maybe it's the fact that I went to a Waldorf Charter school, but I actually felt accepted there most of the time. I enjoyed the lessons. I had friends. I remember one time in 7th grade, we were coming in from recess and the teacher started talking about picking up trash in the classroom and he picked up a piece of paper and unfolded it. It was a breakup letter and everyone in the class was arguing who's it was. Eventually the teacher wrote on the initials of the people on the board and it turned out to be King George and the American Colonists. It was an introduction to a history lesson. That was probably around three years ago now. That's my best memory from school. I have so many good memories at that school. I have so many good memories, but I can barely remember anything before covid. I still remember the last day before the quarantine, too. We were standing lined up at our classes log (We had logs, wood not documents, for every grade class) and we said our goodbyes like usual. Next thing I know we're doing classes on a screen and assignments in our google classroom. I think shortly after that I started figuring things out.

[myawesomebeautifullife]

The adventures of 2022

I can’t not begin to explain about all the events that have taken place since March. Although I will because that is the point of this post LOL. Where do begin?

Let’s start with the fun stuff like the many other concerts I attended. I went to LA pride were I finally saw Christina Aguilera!!!! Who brought up Kim Petras, and Paris Hilton on stage! Let’s just say that it was well money spent. I also saw Avril Lavigne!!! I can’t believe it that I finally was able to see my child hood idles! 

My birthday was so amazing! Sami and I went to big bear, rented a cabin, and just was in nature. It was so great to get out of the city and just be in nature and away from life. I hate the idea of being 32 but I feel like 31 was such a great year filled with a lot of great memories. I really wanted 31 to be a great year and I feel like I accomplished that. 

I can’ t believe I am about to write about school but in a positive way! That spring semester I was taking history class and I had to write all these essays and it was terrible but I did it! I got a B in the class. In the summer I had taken an art film class. Basically I had to watch two films every week. I had to write two essays which was terrifying BUT I was successful at it. I ended up getting an A in the course AND was like legit mad that the course was over. I really did enjoy that course a lot. I wish a lot of my other classes were set up the same way. 

This semester I am taking an English class but in person and I am taking a math class but that one is online. I am actually enjoying myself this semester. It definitely has its challenging and I am of course procrastinating assignments but I am working on my self to now do that as much or as hard. 

Although great things have been happened. I almost lost Salem. He had urinary blockage and required medical treatment that cost what feels like a million dollars but he is better now and doing better. I’ve been feeding him his special foods and I’ve only been giving him filtered water. 

I was to finish this year out strong. This year is the year of self. Self-care, Self-love, Self-Respect, and Self-reliant. I’ve done vast improvements in how I view myself, my surroundings, and what I have aligned for myself in the future. 

Goals that I was to success to finish out 2022. I want to have a morning, getting home, and night routine! I don’t have any. I’ve been struggling. I want to work even better at planning things. I feel like when it comes to work and school I have no problem showing up but when it comes to anything else I take like 5 million years to show up and I think that really says alot about myself. I want to start something that helps my soul and my peace of mind and I should up like how I do for school and work. 

2023, I want it to be the year of adventure. To take the learnings that I’ve gain, take the things that I’ve manifested for and life them out in 2023. Something that I’ve notice I’ve been lacking. I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. I’ve been doing these great things but something keeps pulling to think back to times like when I was younger and surround by friends and trips and back to when I used to do Make Up videos. I miss the creative, go getting self I used to be. I feel like I’ve been working on myself and manifest things that it’s time that I start to feel again and go live again. idk. it’s weird and hard for me to explain but my future self who reads this will understand and hopefully isn’t having this problem.

[avatar-anna]

The Professor

summary: you and harry are perfect strangers

words: 2.5k

tw: none

quick note: this takes place in the current world, but doesn't exactly follow the exact sequence of events as they happened!

PART I, PART II, PART III, PART IV, PART V Series Masterlist

March 2021

Nothing in your life was particularly meritorious, at least to the general public. All your life, you'd been praised for being exceptional, but you never asked to be. You just wanted to live your life in peace, doing what you loved and helping those in unique ways. One day one of your students just happened to get it on film. 

You weren’t from England, but you moved there about three years ago to teach forensic, criminal, and behavioral psychology at the University of Cambridge. When students walked into your classroom on the first day of school, they would give you “the look.” It was one you received all your life, the one that said people thought you couldn’t be quite so young and be where you were—collegiate level lecture halls, research labs, touring apartments by yourself, buying wine at a grocery store—and yet, there you stood. You never let the look get to you, though. For you, learning was the top priority, whether students or colleagues underestimated you wasn’t your problem, it was theirs.

As time went on, though, you managed to establish something of a reputation at Cambridge. You were known among students as a favorite professor, one that was hard but fair, and someone who was able to explain the material to any student, no matter what their academic history or learning disabilities might have suggested. You became known for your well-taught and interactive classes, office hours that were worth attending, and a last few minutes of class where you let students ask you whatever they wanted—if they stumped you, you gave them extra credit, if they didn’t, no extra credit. The game was supposed to be a way for students to get to know you better, and to lighten up your classes a bit. You loved to learn, and you wanted your students to enjoy it as much as you did. 

It became a popular facet of your classes, students raising their hands and asking questions about theoretical probabilities, quantum physics, what constellations you would find on the opposite hemisphere, or if you could quote a specific line from one of Shakespeare’s poems. You were hardly ever beat, but that just made your students try harder.

Soon enough, students started to film you and post the videos online. You didn’t know what app or what social media platform that was being used, seeing as you had no social media accounts of your own, but you were assured that no one was making fun of you. In fact, it was quite the opposite. People from all over started submitting questions to see if they could best you. 

Losing this game was a very rare occurrence, so much so that you hung up a bell in your lecture hall and let the student who posed a question ring it when you couldn’t come up with an answer. If your class got to ring the bell ten times, you’d take the class out for drinks. The bell was hardly ever rung, though, until one day, you picked on a girl who asked one simple question.

“Can you name a Harry Styles song?”

You’d blinked, not at all expecting that question. Popular culture questions came up every now and then, but students mostly asked you about stuff relating to math or history or science, wanting to know just how deep your well of knowledge was. But this question left your mind utterly blank, something that was almost as rare as not getting a question right. 

“I—I don’t know who that is,” you said, unable to come up with an answer. 

The whole classroom cheered, the first win of the term, and you sent everyone home or off to their next class with the promise to the young woman that you would make sure to give her extra credit on her next assignment.

According to your students, you became known online as the professor who, "knew everything except who the most popular man on the planet was." That didn't really bother you, though, and when you were asked about it, you merely said, "I don't know everything, actually. Sometimes I wish I did, but I don't." That was the end of that, and celebrities were soon left behind.

Then the pandemic happened.

You still had to teach, but even you noticed that online learning in the middle of a global pandemic was less than fun. You tried your best to keep your students engaged, still agreeing to your question and answer game, and ringing a bell for them whenever they got it right.

That’s when students convinced you to get social media. Before lockdown, all you had was your school email address and an old Facebook profile you rarely used, but one of your students claimed that a portion of the Internet liked learning from you, and that after your answer about Harry Styles, your “fanbase,” the student called it, only doubled. 

You told your students you’d think about it, but ultimately decided that you weren’t going to. While you appreciated all the benefits of technology, it wasn't really for you. But one day you came across an article about how students of all ages felt like they weren’t actually learning while in quarantine, and you couldn’t shake the feeling you should do something about it, that you could do something about it. So you looked up all the proper equipment, ordered it online, and suddenly you were posting videos of yourself teaching multiple subjects on YouTube, enlisting the help of one of your former students to do the editing and the posting, not really sure what would be interesting or “cool” for viewers. 

A following started to build as lockdown continued, and you came to love uploading your videos, if only because it made you happy that you could help more people learn. You were someone who constantly needed an activity to occupy your mind, and filming was a perfect addition to your stay-at-home schedule. You'd mastered entry-level coding, complex cross-stitching, and played multiple games of chess against your cat (who was an excellent opponent). Filming online educational videos seemed like the perfect pastime.

It wasn’t really about popularity or views or notoriety for you, you just wanted to teach, but apparently you had gained almost two million subscribers since your first video. When the world started to open up again and you were allowed back into the classroom with a mask mandate and a hybrid schedule of online and in-person classes, you thought about ending the videos, but the student who edited them for you—who you began to pay once you realized it was something of a full time job for them—convinced you to keep filming. “You could even record some of your lectures and post those,” they’d said, so you kept uploading. 

Life had somewhat returned to normal, though now on top of teaching in your lecture hall, you were also still teaching online and filming videos about math and science and any other subjects you could think of. It was a lot of work. At least, it was a lot of work for the average person. But you drank coffee like it was water and had a minor case of insomnia, so there were more than enough hours in the day to get everything done.

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Free time wasn’t something you knew very well, but you always made time for rare first editions. 

You had an acquaintance at an old bookstore close to Cambridge’s campus, and they emailed you saying they were being lent Shakespeare’s first folio and wanted to know if you wanted to see it before they had to put it in the glass display case for the other bookstore guests. You immediately jumped on the chance, buzzing with excitement during all of your lectures on the day you were meant to go.

You got to the bookstore early, so early that the shopkeeper told you it hadn’t arrived yet. So you browsed the shelves until you were called to the back, trying to find something that caught your eye. And you did, it just wasn’t on a bookshelf.

“‘The dawn is my Assyria; the sunset and moonrise my paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and dreams.’”

The man holding the book of poems looked to where you were standing, a perplexed look on his face. “That’s—”

“Nature by Emerson. Chapter three,” you supplied, unable to help yourself. You never tried to come off as arrogant for knowing as much as you did. Knowledge just excited you so much that sometimes it came pouring out of you.

Sometimes people didn’t like being shown up. As a child, your teachers and classmates would find your intelligence and penchant for reciting material that should’ve been much too advanced for your age annoying. But this man didn’t seem to mind, though it was hard to tell with the mask covering half his face.

He flipped through the book before landing on a random page. “Chapter seven, page seventy-three. The line that comes after, ‘to pure spirit, it is fluid, it is volatile, it is obedient.’”

Grinning, you spoke without missing a beat. “‘Every spirit builds itself a house, and beyond its house, a world, and beyond its world a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you, build, therefore, your own world.’”

His eyes crinkled, and you took that to mean he was smiling, which made something unfamiliar flutter in your stomach. He had nice eyes, you thought. A pretty shade of jade green framed by thick eyelashes.

“Impressive,” he said. “Do you have a photographic memory or something?”

“Or something,” you replied. You had an eidetic memory, a sky high IQ, and a brain that constantly wanted more knowledge. Mix that with ambitious parents and you had three PhDs and four degrees with a fifth one on the way. It was easier not to go into it, though, so you kept your career to yourself. 

While your mind was stellar, your communication skills outside of the classroom were not. And once you realized you didn’t have anything else to contribute, you slowly backed away. “Well, happy reading.”

“Hold on,” the man said before you could get too far. “Do you have any recommendations? I’m trying to get back into reading.”

Get back into reading? You would never know what that was like. There was never a moment where you didn’t have at least one book on your person. Biographies, novels, essay collections, it didn’t matter. Reading was your first and only love. Well, except for your cat. Reading was your first and only inanimate love.

“Y/n, it’s here!” the shopkeeper called.

The man looked at you curiously, and you were stuck between leaving him behind and getting a book for him. That could take forever, though! You didn’t know what this person liked or what he was looking for. He had Emerson in his hands, but that didn’t really help you understand his taste. A classic? No, that would be too obvious. Maybe a play? It was a good option, and it would certainly be quicker than a novel.

Your mind sifted through titles and authors and genres, trying to find one that stuck out. It snagged on a title, and you were suddenly saying, “Uh…Wait here.”

Moving through the stacks, you went to the shelf you’d visited a month ago when you happened upon this book. You grabbed your copy and rushed back over to where the man was still waiting.

“I read this last month,” you said, handing the book over. It had all your notes and annotations in it, as you were the only person at this bookstore that got to rent books. 

You came so frequently that the shopkeeper made a deal with you—a flat rate once a month for as many books as you wanted. Since your library at home was already quite extensive, you took him up on it, and you’d been renting ever since. Sometimes if you really liked a book, you’d purchase it, but most times you returned it, more often than not with your notes in the margins.

“On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous,” the man said, reading the title off the cover.  “Alright, I’ll check it out.”

You didn’t wait around to see if he actually would. With a small wave, you were off, ready to get your hands—gloved, obviously—on a precious artifact.

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A few weeks later and you were running late to your lecture. In your short teaching career, you’d never been late before. You were almost always early, occasionally on time, but never late. But just as you were leaving, you received a phone call from the police department.

Since you had a doctorate in forensic and criminal psychology and a degree in behavioral psychology, you often offered assistance on certain cases. Nothing like what might be seen on television, but you did read through case files and pinpoint things that were inconsistent or odd, looked at letters and notes to break down linguistics in the hopes that it would give something away, and looked at crime scene photos and provided any kind of knowledge that was stored inside your brain. You didn’t have a badge, and you didn’t go out into the field, but you did what you could. Another thing to keep you busy.

You were asked to look at another case file, which gave you an idea. Honestly, you were shocked you’d never thought of it before.

“This week we’re solving a murder.”

Everyone in your classroom had been chatting quietly, some playfully teasing you for being late to your lecture, until then. Some eyes were wide like they’d just been told you were giving the final today, others looked eager to apply what they’d learned.

You passed out the copies of the old case you got permission from the police department to use, explaining the rules as everyone got a packet. “Starting today, everyone will be getting into groups of three. You will attempt to solve a case from the seventies, using evidence from the case as it was collected. Everything you need is in the file, but I’ve labeled them to designate which day you should open each file. If you pay close attention, you should be able to solve this case quicker than the police did back then. Please do not skip ahead or look up this case online, this assignment is not being graded as such, but it will be an assessment of how much you’ve learned so far and what areas I need to go over more. I will expect a report from your group by the end of the week that details your findings, your process for solving the case, and of course, who did it and why you think so. Sound good?”

“Will you be taking part in the assignment?” one of your students asked.

You considered his question. “I hadn’t thought about it, but sure. I’m ending class early today because I really want you to use this time to focus on the assignment. You can use the classroom if you’d like, but if you are leaving, please let me know your groups beforehand. Have a good day, y’all.”

Nearly everyone left after that, but some groups stayed to work in the lecture hall or ask questions. Once everyone was taken care of, you left the room while flipping through your own case file, but it wasn’t the one you assigned to your class. Your eyes quickly scanned the new file given to you by the lead detective on the case, turning page after page as you looked at preliminary findings, autopsy reports, and possible suspects. Reading at a rapid pace was both a gift and an asset to you, it was what got you so many degrees and such a full library at home.

Unfortunately, sometimes your reading consumed you, and as you were walking and turning to the next page, you bumped into someone.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry!” you said, trying to catch your papers before they could fly away. Not only were they important, but they weren’t supposed to be read by the general public.

So focused on trying to put your file back together, you didn’t even notice who you bumped into, or that they had crouched down next to you to help. But then a hand rested on your arm and you froze. “It’s alright. I wasn’t looking either, to be fair.”

Your ears perked. Your excellent memory stemmed mostly from sight, but you remembered sound quite well too. You knew that voice.

Looking up, you saw the man from the bookstore. His face was covered up again, but his eyes were now covered by a pair of large black sunglasses as well, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, but not enough to cover a small tuft of hair that was clipped together. He didn’t seem to show any signs of remembering you, though, so you didn’t mention your previous encounter.

The man tried to offer you a hand to help you up, but you didn’t take it, for no other reason than restricting the spread of germs. You were always conscious of viral infections and catching things from strangers, but the pandemic made you more paranoid, and now you had a hard time just shaking hands with people.

“Woah,” he said, looking over one of the papers he helped you retrieve before handing it back to you. “This sounds serious.”

“It is,” you said matter of factly.

Some people didn’t like your bluntness, but he seemed to take it in stride. “Are you a detective or something?”

“...Or something.”

He took off his sunglasses to look you in the eye. “Or something,” he repeated. “You’re just full of mysteries, aren’t you?”

So he did remember you. “Not really. I just consult for the police department from time to time.”

“This is labeled as a series of murders. Possibly serial,” he said, perplexed by your casual tone. 

“It probably is, that’s why I’m consulting,” you said. “But you’re not really supposed to see that, so if I could just get those back, please.”

You reached your hand out for the papers, but he held them just out of reach. “Hold on, now I’m really curious. Where are you headed?”

“Home. Why?”

“I want to know more about what you do. I promise I won’t look at these,” he said, waving the remaining papers in his hand. “And I want to discuss the book you recommended.”

“You read it?” you asked, completely forgetting about part of the case file that was being held hostage.

“Of course. Maybe we could get coffee somewhere? I understand if you don’t want to invite me into your home.”

“It would probably be safer,” you agreed.

His eyes were crinkling, which made you think he was smiling behind his mask. “Because I could be a suspect?”

“What? No, I know it’s not you.”

“I know I shouldn’t be offended, but you wrote me off so quickly,” he joked, but you could tell he wasn’t actually hurt. If he was, it definitely would’ve been a red flag.

You shrugged, reaching your hand out. “You don’t fit the profile.”

“Ah. Right,” he agreed, though you were pretty sure he had no idea what you were talking about. “So, what do you say? Coffee?”

“Well…” You really needed to get home and work on this case. You already had some thoughts about it that would be helpful, and you didn’t want to chance losing parts of the file like you’d nearly just done now. “This is kind of time sensitive.”

“I understand,” the man said, and did you detect a slight twinge of disappointment in his voice? “Can I at least walk you back to your place and we can talk as we go? I promise I’m not a stalker or a murderer or anything. I just really liked the book and need someone to discuss it with.”

Even if he was a stalker or a serial killer, which you didn’t think he was, you had a black belt in two forms of martial arts, so you’d be more than capable of getting away, or at least doing some damage, but you didn’t tell him that. “Sure. I guess that’s okay.”

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You ended up inviting him into your home. Both of you had so much to say about the book you read, and by the time you made it to your front door, you were only halfway through your recommendation list, so you asked if he wanted to come inside so you could write them all down. He took you up on the offer, holding the door open for you after you unlocked it. He kept his mask on, and didn’t question you when you asked him to wash his hands and slide surgical booties over his shoes. Though things were slowly, very slowly, going back to normal in Cambridge, the virus was still spreading, and you weren’t taking any chances. 

“Sorry about the mess, I was in a bit of a rush this morning.”

“I’m not sure you would classify this as ‘mess,’” he replied, his green eyes wide as he took in the main room of your townhouse. There were books everywhere—on large bookshelves, stacked on top of each other next to the bookshelves, on your antique coffee table, and underneath lampstands. The shopkeeper’s deal to rent his books really came in handy, you were running out of space to put them.

While he browsed your bookshelf, you cleaned up your kitchen, putting aways the stray cup and plate you had to leave on your kitchen table this morning to rush to the police station. It wasn’t like you to leave dishes out like that, but you didn’t have the time to clean up after yourself. Now that everything was put away, you could rest a bit easier.

Once everything was cleaned up, you pulled your laptop out of your backpack and began drafting an email. When you invited him inside, you told him that you had to send it before you sat down to discuss anything else. Lives were literally at stake, that had to come first even when a cute stranger wanted to pick apart your brain about your favorite books.

Cute? Was he cute? You’d only seen the top half of his face, but your stomach fluttered more intensely anytime his eyes crinkled at something you said on the walk to your house, and he seemed to have a nice physique beneath his baggy sweatshirt. Objectively speaking, he was attractive, but looks were never something that attracted you to someone. You liked relationships of the mind. Someone who at least tried to be interested in the things that you were. It didn’t happen often, but this stranger seemed to hang on your every word, and that made your heart beat faster more than anything else.

Shaking your head, you focused on the email you had to send. Once it was drafted, edited, and looked over twice, you sent it, hoping that you’d done your part to better society.

The stranger looked your way when you joined him in the main room. His hands were behind his back and his shoulders slightly hunched as he inspected a shelf that was somewhat shorter than him. 

“You have a pretty diverse collection,” he said.

“Thank you. I like to hunt for rare first editions and signed copies when I can,” you said, joining him by one of your bookshelves. “You can take one off the shelf if you’d like.”

Never had anyone been so interested in your collection before, and it made you want to share with him even more. Not once had he judged you for having so many books or for your tastes or what was clearly an obsession. He just wanted to know more, and you could never turn down an opportunity to share knowledge.

“Not a lot of poetry,” he said absentmindedly, his eyes still scanning the shelves. 

“It’s not my favorite. Why? Do you like poetry?”

He shrugged. “As much as the next person, I suppose.”

Before you could reply or show him your beloved American classics, your cat softly padded across the floor and twirled himself around the stranger’s legs.

“And who might you be?” he asked, eyes wide, but not repulsed. It occurred to you then that you probably should’ve warned him about your cat in case he had allergies, but by the way he reached down to pet him, you didn’t think there were any sprouting problems. 

“That’s the Emperor,” you said, picking up your cat. 

“The Emperor? Like in Star Wars?”

“No, his full name is Emperor Trajan, my favorite of the Roman Emperors. But I usually just call him the Emperor so that people can associate him with whomever they want.”

He tilted his head at you. “You have a favorite Roman Emperor?”

“Mmhm. I went through a Roman antiquity phase last year.”

You were worried that you shared too much, revealed too much. Your students knew how much knowledge you had about almost everything, but there was a barrier between you and them. This person in front of you willingly came into your home to see your collection of books and to talk to you more, but what if you weren’t what he was expecting? 

“Sorry, that probably sounded weird,” you blurted, hugging your cat a little tighter to your chest.

“Don’t be sorry. No one should have to apologize for their interests,” he said, and though your first thought was to not believe him, you felt he was being sincere.

“Well, I think the guy who murdered a bunch of people should apologize for his interests,” you said, referring to your case file. He blinked at you, and your eyes widened. “That was a joke!”

You were afraid that your dry sense of humor was going to be the thing to really send him packing. Perhaps it wasn’t funny to joke about those things, but you found it necessary sometimes in order to deal with reading and looking at some of the horrible crimes people committed. 

And then he did the strangest thing. He laughed. You were so surprised, that you let out a small laugh of your own.

Reaching out, he scratched the Emperor behind his ears. “So, tell me more about this Emperor Trajan, and why he should be my favorite too.”

[drivencrazymad]

Delinquent's House

(Stranger Things) Eddie Munson x Male Reader 

TW: Drugs, possible abuse

Summary Eddie runs to the “Delinquent's” House for help.

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Universal POV 

It had been a long day for Y/N. He had been working a 12 hour shift for almost a month trying to save up enough money for a new guitar. He had barely got home from work, he was about to take a shower when someone knocked on the door. Y/N decided to walk to the door even if he was shirtless. When he opened the door he saw Eddie Munson, he was hurt, he looked weak and had a busted lip. Ed was shivering, bleeding, and scared. When Y/N looked at Eddie's eyes he could see a slightly dazed look in his eyes; Eddie had been drugged and assaulted.

 Eddie looked at Y/N up and down, he was barely standing up. “I didn’t know where else to go” Eddie mumbled before passing out in Y/N arms. All Y/N could do was carry Eddie inside and take care of his wounds.

 Once Y/N set Eddie in bed, he decided to carefully take Ed’s shirt off. His torso was full of scratches, some deep cuts and a lot of bruises. Y/N went to the bathroom for the aid kit and started cleaning the cuts and applying ointment on the bruises and scratches. After making sure he had cleaned all the cuts in Eddie’s torso and put ointment on the bruises and scratches he carefully put a tshirt on Eddie, then covered him up with a blanket. 

Y/N decided to leave the room to let Eddie rest and take the opportunity to shower. After the shower he put some boxers and shorts on but decided to not use a shirt because it was a hot summer night. As Y/N laid down on the couch he started to wonder who could have done something so terrible to a sweet person like Eddie. He remembers the first time he and Eddie laid eyes on each other. They shared the same math class and the teacher had paired them up together for the mid semester project that involved making a scale model of different buildings.

 … 

Y/N Pov 

I was running late to my math class because stupid Harrington decided to wait for me in my locker to talk about the fact that we had just lost our jobs at the mall because of a fire and he along with robbing had been thinking about where we could find a job. 

“Stupid Steve, and his stupid hair, with those stupid eyes that keep on distracting me”. I mumble just before sitting on my chair and looking at the teacher who had stopped talking when I came in.

 “... as I was saying I would choose the partners and Mr. Y/L/N you would have the pleasure of working with…” she was scanning the classroom looking for someone who I didn’t talk to “ yes, you will work with Mr. Munson…..” She kept on talking and assigning partners as I looked up and turned my back to see how Eddie seemed like he was giving terrible news. 

I stood up and started walking to Eddie to sit next to him, he explained the project and we began planning. It was the first time I have talked to him and it wasn’t as bad as I thought. I could even hear him hum some Bon Jovi songs as we worked.

 Once the class was over me and Eddie decided to keep on working on the project today after class in his house. He said I could follow his van after school. 

…

 It was barely lunch time and I was sitting down with Steve, Robin, and Nancy. We were talking about random stuff as we ate. Minutes later we all turned to Eddie's table as he was walking on the table shouting to the jocks table and laughing. Mike was at that table and it seemed like that was something regular. Before Eddie sat down in his chair again he turned his gaze to my table and said something along the lines of “ This school should be like them, mixed, a Jock, a Bad geek, a teacher pet and a delinquent all in the same environment like it's normal, no stereotypes”. When he said that Steve and Robin Flicked him up and me and Nance just ignored him and kept on eating and talking now about founding a place that could hire three of us.

 …

 The school day was done. I was about to go home when Eddie approached me in the parking lot. “Remember we have to work on the project, right?” he asked and I only nodded even though I had forgotten, “ Ok, just follow my van”. He took off to get in his van as I got in my motorcycle. I just followed him to his “house”, I had been here before. Max lives in front of him. I got off of my motorcycle and followed Eddie to his living room where we began to work with some music in the background. 

“You hungry” before I could even answer my stomach growled. “ That sounds like a yes, what do you think about Pizza?”.

 “Yeah sure, I'm not picky”. 

“Ok, let me go so you could take a break from work and, I don’t know, go outside” we both went outside and he started his van to go for pizza. As I was outside I saw Max so I decided to go to her and talk a bit.

 “Hey little red” as I got close to her I messed with her hair and she just gave me a mean/funny face.

 “Hey, what are you doing here?” 

“Doing a Math assignment with Munson, He went for Pizza to eat and I decided to take a break from all the planning, building and math”.  Max and I just started walking to her dog, when we got to the dog we sat down on the floor.

 “Why do you have to do the assignment with Munson” “I was late for class so the teacher put me with him as a weird way of punishment I think”. 

We kept on talking until Eddie patted my back, he had three boxes of pizza in one of his hands. I quickly stand up and give Max a hand. 

“Who 's this?” Eddie was looking at Max up and down like if she was a weird animal in the zoo

 “ This is Max, she is part of Mike’s party and like my little sister” Eddie only nodded and smiled at Max

 “Wanna eat with us, seems like I bought enough for you to join us” Max accepted and we went to Eddie's trailer and started eating while talking about school and how horrible the teachers were and how much homework they left every single day.

 After we were done eating Max left and me and Eddie kept on working on the assignment. But this time we talked and sang and laughed as we worked. I discovered that we were alike even though he called me a delinquent. He was quite charming. We had the same taste in music, movies and even in books. He then showed me his guitar and even played a song.

 Without even noticing it was already 11 pm, Eddie had insisted on me staying even more after the history of Hawkins and I accepted. I slept on the couch after we got done the project and the next day we had to turn it in.

 …

 When I woke up Eddie was already ready for school and he was eating some cold pizza that was left from yesterday.

 “ Here, use some of my clothes, you can change them in my room”. He gave me a pair of ripped jeans, an AC/DC shirt and a leather jacket. When I was done changing I came out of the room and as he looked at me he said “ you need some rings and chains”. He then proceeded to give me some of his rings and went to his room for some chains.

 After that he took on the project and we went to school. I gave Max a lift to school. Once we got to school I helped Eddie with the project and we were lucky that today Math was our first class so we didn’t have to carry this around all day.

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 Last day of the semester before the winter break and I had already done the Math, English, Science and Gym midterms and had at least got a B on all of them. It was already lunch and everyone kept staring at me like I had something in my face. When Steve, Nance and Robin got to the table I turned to them to ask “ Why is everyone looking at me?Do I have something on my face or what?”.

 Robin was the first person to say “it's probably because you are wearing Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson’s clothes”.

 “DON’T call him a freak” that was the first thing that came out of my mouth “ He ain’t no freak he’s just different like us”. 

“Why are you defending him?” Steve wondered “ YOU used to call him Freak not long ago”.

 “And he is kind of a freak” that was Nance.

“well He might be weird but so are we, and he is not weird to me, we actually have a lot in common. Like the fact that we both like Bon Jovi and AC/DC, yet we believe that Queen is way better, or the common interest in fantasy books, we are alike”. When I said that someone tapped my shoulder, as I turned around I saw Eddie and Max smiling at me.

“ Let's go for some Pizza?” I was sure that Eddie had heard what I said, But he didn’t seem to care about it or see it as weird so I only nodded and we left the cafeteria to go for some Pizza.

 …

 That kept on going, we had become like a little family. Eddie, Max and Me. Along with the little families that formed in the party, every kid had a kind of father/mother figure.For Mike and Lucas it was Nance and Robin and for Dustin, Will and El it was Jonathan and Steve. We were small families making a big family.

 We started hanging out together in school and outside of school, Steve, Robin and I found a job together. Robin and Nance started dating and the whole group loved it. Steve and Jonathan started going on dates but have not gotten formal and Me and Eddie were still friends. I like him But I wasn’t sure he felt the same way.

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 Universal POV 

It was already 8 AM and Y/N was getting ready for work when they heard a low moan, as he turned around he saw how Eddie was trying to get up. He quickly went to the bed and prevented Eddie from sitting because he still was a bit weak. 

“Hey, it 's ok. You need to rest, some wounds are still open so if you move too much they are going to start bleeding. I'm going to take you to the hospital to get stitches” Eddie only nodded and kept on avoiding looking at Y/N. Y/N grabbed Eddie's chin to make him look at him “You want to talk about what happened to you?” It seemed like Eddie was having an internal fight with himself about whether to tell Y/N or not. 

“I was on a date with Jason. We were going to get some ice cream and then go to the arcade. It was fun but once we started walking to his house I started to feel dizzy. I told him and he only smiled, he grabbed my hand and pulled me to an empty alley… I tried to fight him so he started… he started hitting me all I could do was close my eyes… he then grabbed a… he grabbed a pocket knife and started cutting me… then someone hit him before he could do anything else, I got up and started running here. Then I got here I don’t remember anything else” Y/N carefully hugged Eddie as he cried on his shoulder. 

Moments later they pulled apart and Y/N cleaned Eddie's face and helped him stand up. Y/N took Eddie to the hospital and called Steve to tell him that he was not going to work today to take care of Eddie who was in the Hospital and then hung up the call to stay with Eddie. 

…

Eddie was waking up again and he saw how Y/N was sleeping with his hand grabbing Eddie and his head close to their tangled hands. The only thought in Eddies mind was how peaceful Y/N looked sleeping and how grateful he was of having him in his life.

Y/N started moving in sign of waking up. Eddie kept his gaze steady on Y/N and once Y?N was completely awake Eddie decided to go in for it and kissed Y/N. At the beginning Y/N was surprised but before Eddie could pull away Y/N reacted and started kissing him back while carefully pulling him closer. 

After a minute when they were both in need of air they pulled apart but kept on looking at each other's eyes with a goofy smile and hands intertwined. They both had been waiting for this moment for too long that now all they wanted was to hold each other. 

But like destiny and the universe are bitches someone had to interrupt that beautiful moment. 

“ Shut up kids, The doctor said Eddie was asleep '' Steve had come into the room with the full group behind him with some balloons and flowers along with a big teddy bear. 

Before Steve could turn around all the kids ran to Eddie and hugged him while screaming ‘you're alive’, and Steve ended up on the floor, along with Robin and Nance. 

That day everyone stayed with Eddie in the hospital even with the multiple complaints from the nurses. That day Y/N and Eddie were closer than ever. That day Eddie and Y/N started dating. That day Hopper arrested Jason for what he had done. That day Steve was happy about being out late last night. That day Max was filled with joy with the fact that her parents were now dating. That day Robin and Jonathan won $20 bucks in a bet that they had with their significant other. And that day Eddie was happy about running to the delinquent’s house for help. 

[lilianna9]

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im also putting this on my wattpad (jaelousgirl)

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sorry for bad english

peter parker x reader

The next day you woke up and looked at the phone on your nightstand. You turned the phone on and saw that it was 8:30 a.m. There was no way you were going to make it. Your apartment and the school were 20 minutes apart and classes started at 8:50 a.m. You immediately got up and ran to your bathroom. - You've got to be kidding me - you muttered under your breath as your toothpaste broke and exploded on the mirror. You combed your hair and put on some makeup, but not much, because you didn't have time. You noticed that on the fridge there was a note from your aunt, she always wrote them in the morning before going to work. You didn't really know what job she was going to, she wouldn't tell you and she never had a set return time, she always left at 7 am and returned in the evening. The note just said "Have a nice day at school, don't forget to return the painting to the buyer at 5 am, he'll be waiting for oscorp tower. kisses aunt Tina"

You grabbed a smoothie from the fridge and your backpack then ran out of the apartment. It was already 8:50 on your watch so you started running as fast as you could. Even in P.E. you didn't show such commitment to running, but now you were in a hurry to do math, which you didn't have to do, so you had to be there. When you arrived at your school, you noticed a boy you knew walking into the math room.

"I see I'm not the only one who's late: - you joked, catching up with the boy you knew from math and English class.

"Oh yeah, long night." - he smiled.

"Same," you connected the lines of your lips.

"Yeah i see" - He pointed his finger to his lips. And you covered your mouth with your hand. The brunet opened the classroom door and let you through first. As soon as you entered the classroom your teacher noticed you right away.

"Great Ms.Hardy and Mr.parker. 15 minutes late! Then to pull up your grades, you go to the board to 'volunteer'. You first Ms.Hardy." - he handed over the chalk and began dictating the content of the assignment.

Mr.Grayson was the worst teacher you ever knew. He didn't know how to teach at least that was your excuse for your poor grades.

"I don't know the answer."

"I know." - the teacher replied with a laugh under his breath.

"Can't you just give me another poor grade instead of laughing about it."

"Sit Felicia you get a 1 (or F, or 6 in German) "

You went back to your seat taking all the stuff out of your backpack and started looking at the boy who came with you. You knew that he would get a good grade, you noticed that he was good at science, not like you. You only understood history and English.

After a few minutes the brunet came back with a smile and sat a few desks away from you shrugging his shoulders. You just rolled your eyes and focused on your notebook where you started to draw some scribbles.

When the bell rang you immediately left the classroom and started heading to your locker where your friend Gwen Stacy was already standing. You had been friends since 6th grade when she gave you the answer to the Biology test and you gave her the answer to the History test. That's how you two became friends.

"Hey, I was waiting for you before this lesson."

"Oh im so sorry Gwen I overslept I had a long night last night." - You opened your locker and put your backpack in it.

"I see." - Your friend looked at the cut on your lip. - "Who did that?"

"Spiderman did." - You said in a whisper.

"Wait did u kiss Spiderman?!" - Your friend asked raising her eyebrows.

The blonde knew about your Alter-ego it was to her you complained about everything that happened on the missions. She was also the one who took you in at night when your father wouldn't let you in the house. Once you even defended her from an attack.

"Oh god Gwen no! He's probably at least 10 years older. We fought that much, nothing more." - You cringed at the thought of it and slammed the locker shut. - " Now I have to go to Chemistry class and maybe I can invent some sort of forgetting potion for what you just said." - You walked away from the girl and headed towards your Chemistry class.

And it's not that you didn't like Spiderman, yes he was your rival and sometimes you flirted with him but it was only out of boredom. The man was muscular, so you thought he might be handsome, but you didn't know if under that mask there wasn't some 30 year old slob, so you preferred to stay only with flirting.

When the bell rang for the last lesson, you literally ran out of the school to catch the bus. As you ran out you ran into one of the worst people you could meet right now, Flash Thompson you hated that guy.

"God Flash I'm so very sorry" - You tried to overtake him however he blocked your path with his arms.

"Oh don't worry princess, you can compensate me." - The boy laughed and looked at his two friends standing next to him.

"That's a really interesting suggestion Thompson, however my bus will be leaving soon." - You followed the bus already closing its doors.

"Wouldn't you like to hear my proposal first as an apology." - He looked at you linking arms.

"Ah shit and you left." - You cursed under your breath.

"Hey! Princess it's not appropriate to say that to a girl." - The boy grabbed your chin mid-sentence. This was also noticed by the boy in your math class.

"Hey Flash leave her alone!" - he shouted a few feet away from you.

You however broke out of the boys grasp by punching the boy. "Leave me alone please." - you looked at the boy. At that moment a familiar brunette walked closer to the four of you.

"Oh after all I know you liked it, we can implement it at my place too." - With a dorky grin he said towering over you.

"You are disgusting" - Peter said.- " Who raised you?" - He covered you with the boy's back.

At one moment you could only see the back of the brunet's jacket, and at another moment you could see these two beating each other up. You immediately tried to break up the fight, but could not, so you shouted to get their attention. The men turned their attention away from the fight and looked at you. You started to "push" Peter toward the street, only to turn around to tell the bald boy that he was pathetic.

"I could handle myself." - You said to Peter catching eye contact with him.

"I know you would have been able to handle it, however, the flash wouldn't have given you a break. Nice attack by the way." - The brunet replied fixing his hair.

"Now look at you, you're bleeding." - You lightly touched the blood running down the nose of the boy in front of you.

"I think I can handle it." - Peter wiped away the flowing blood slightly.

You talked to the boy for a moment more then thanked him and said goodbye as you walked back to your homes.

[manjiropie]

do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

~

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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I hope you guys liked It! It was so pleasant writing this out of the small bits of ideas that I have. Don't forget: my requests are open. You can request anything! Thank you for reading! Oh, likes and reblogs help a lot! If you consider following it'd make me even happier <3

[teddy06writes]

Can I request a Karl x Alex x Nick x Reader fic in which the reader is a teacher and they bring their boyfriends in for career day? I just thought it’d be so cute to see them interact with little kids.

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader

trigger warnings: none

premise: pretty much everything from the ask, although I know nothing about children so..., sorry lol

requested by the person above as well as @eliasxxk who asked for more karlnapity x reader

(y/n/n)- your nickname

(y/l/n)- your last name

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“Career day?” Nick asked.

You nodded, quickly packing up the last of the assignments you had finished grading and tucking them into your bag, “Yeah, remember how I was planning the different stations and stuff for the kids?”

“Oh yeah, I thought you had all that stuff sorted?” Karl handed you your laptop from across the table.

“We did,” You sighed, “But someone backed out and now we have a slot to fill. So, one of you, all of you, I don’t care, we still need someone to do it.”

Alex frowned, “What would we have to do for that?”

You ran a hand through your hair, “Make a presentation on what you do? We were looking for a broad spectrum and the guy who backed out was someone’s cousin who did like, animation or something.”

As you gathered the rest of your things you explained that one group or person would be set up in each classroom, and that kids would rotate through, not just the fifth graders you taught, but the whole of the elementary school.

Karl grinned, “What time would we have to be there?”

“The welcome thing for the speakers is it 9 ish on Friday, so I can bring back the forms you’d need to fill out today to get them in on time.”

Your boyfriends agreed, and with a smile you pecked them all on the lips, “Alright, I gotta go. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you!” Karl called as you started out the door.

“Love you too!”

~~

After practically zooming through your first three units, ELA, Math and History, and sending your kids off to PE, you headed down to the admin offices to make copies and grab the forms.

“Hey Sadie!” You greeted cheerfully.

The secretary smiled, “Hey mx. (y/l/n).”

You moved over to the copier, starting your copies, “Do you have any of those forms? For the people giving the presentations on career day?”

“You found someone?” Adam, the sixth grade teacher who had been organizing the career day asked as he entered the office.

“Three someones actually,” You smiled, “Alex, Karl and Nick said they could.”

“Oh, that’ll be interesting.”  Sadie laughed.

“Minecraft youtubers,” Adam mused unenthusiastically, “I’m sure the kids will love to hear about people without real jobs.”

You rolled your eyes, “They pull just as much if not more than me every year, plus Nicky and Alex are still in college.”

Adam cocked an eyebrow as you grabbed your copies, and then the forms from Sadie, “Well at least I can’t complain, your saving my ass.”

“Damn right I am,” You scoffed starting out of the office, “You owe me.”

Heading back down the hall and then up the stairs to the fifth grade hallway you pulled out your phone, sending a text to the ‘loves <3′ group chat, ‘the files have been secured’

Back in your classroom you began to set out the Novels your class had been reading, and set up the last of the things you would need for the mini science lab that would happen later in the after noon.

~~ The next few days passed quickly, and soon you were pointing your boyfriends in the direction of the library, where the volunteers were supposed to be meeting before heading up to your classroom, greeting the kids who were already inside.

“Hey guys! Are you excited for today?”

A few kids nodded.

“Which presentation are you most excited to see?”

“Probably the actor!” Damien exclaimed.

“The actor? Any reason why or you just think they’d be cool?”

“I wanna be an actor.” He said.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, “What about you Sam?”

The girl through for a moment, tapping at her desk absently, “Probably the firefighter, I want to save people like them some day.”

You nodded, “Calum? Any your excited for?”

“Well I was excited to Ricky, he’s my cousin and an animator but he couldn’t come.” The boy pouted.

“Aw, well I’m sorry about that, but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of interesting people for you to see.” You looked over the schedule again, answering a messege from Adam, willingly surrendering yourself to running around and helping wherever needed during the day, instead of watching the presentations with your kids.

The morning announcements came and went, and the teaching aid who would be taking your place, touring the kids around came in, “Alright guys! We’r~~e going down to the auditorium so that the principal and Mr. Alderton can explain the plan for today, and so that the people who are going to be in these rooms have time to set up!”

She herded the kids out of the room, smiling at you as you grabbed your phone, following them out, but turning down a different hall to the library.

Adam breathed a sigh of relief as soon as you got inside, “Oh thank god! Okay, I need you to get these lovely people to there rooms, Adda is already going around to set up projectors.”

You nodded, taking the papers from him, “Okay people! If you’d follow me, we’ll get you into these classrooms on time!”

The group of various adults followed you out of the library as you started calling out names at each floor, in between the intersection of grade level hallways, pointing out room numbers.

By the time you had made it to the cross roads between the fifth and sixth grade, Adam was already frantically messaging you about being late so quickly you called out the last of the room numbers, pointing various directions and telling the people to let themselves in.

You turned to your boyfriends, “Right you guys are in my room, it’s at the end of the hall, my computer should be unlocked.”

“You’re not like, staying to hang out or anything?” Karl asked.

“I’ve been roped into over seeing this thing. I might be in and out at various times through out the day,” You pressed a kiss to each of there cheeks before starting back towards the stairs, “Have fun!”

~~

You spent your day running around, delivering different things to various classrooms and basically doing Adam’s bidding.

A little way into the last rotation of kids around the building you finally got the chance to take a break and head back up to your room, slipping in and sitting in the back as Karl tried his best to explain streaming to a group of kindergarteners.

They may not have fully understood what he was talking about, but they sure did find him funny.

You watched quietly as your boyfriends interacted with the kids, opening up for questions sooner than they had with the older kids, and patently answering each one.

“What are you going to college to learn how to do?” A young girl asked.

Alex smiled, “Well I’m going to get real smart to be a lawyer, and Mr. Sapnap here is learning about computers.”

“What’s a lawyer?” Another kid asked.

“My uncle’s a lawyer,” someone two desks away offered, “My mom says it’s someone who works in a court!”

Alex chuckled, “You are absolutely right Big Man, lawyers defend people who go to court.”

“If you and you are goin to college,” A boy near the front pointed at Nick and then Alex, “Then what’s he learning at college?” He pointed at Karl.

“Karl isn’t in college anymore.” Nick said simply.

“Not honking smart enough.” Karl grinned as kids laughed at his use of the word honk.

They continued to joke around for a while, until the pa crackled that it was time for everyone to head back to there normal classrooms, and you moved back to the front of the room, “That was entertaining.”

“(y/n/n)! This was awesome!” Karl exclaimed.

You nodded, glancing at the clock as you began to re arrange your desk, “Theres like, maybe ten minutes to the bell, you guys want to hang out in here?”

“Sure.” Your class began to file back in as Alex spoke.

“Mx. (y/l/n)! Why didn’t you tell us you were dating famous youtubers?” Damien asked.

You groaned, looking at a shrugging Nick, “Why have you done this?”

You class laughed at your displeasure, and you were about to start asking everyone how there days had gone when Karl beat you too it.

“Who was your favorite?”

“It better have been us!” Alex stage whispered.

The kids laughed, and you sat back, content to watch your boyfriends entertain the class.