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cleostoohot · 2 years ago

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“i’ve been doing everything right but it didn’t manifest, why?”

when you guys come to me saying things like that it low key irritates me because first of all why are you asking me lol. i teach loa but I’m not a you so i can’t fully tell you where your going wrong off a “cleo, i don’t did everything right but it didn’t manifest”. but, from looking back at earlier in my journey when i had several failed manifestations, i was able to put together some reasons why you may have not been able to manifest your desire.

︴assuming you are not successful or can’t experience success

» it’s easy to feel like you’d never be one to become successful. but if you keep resonating as an unsuccessful person, how would you be able to manifest? manifesting your desire is a form of success right? assuming that you’d never be/experience success could clash with you finally doing so. i feel like this is why improving your self concept can be very beneficial. because there’s many problems like this that people don’t know they have but once you start improving your self conception, you naturally get rid of any backfiring assumptions.

╳ how to solve this problem: from now on declare that you are successful. you are a success magnet. you allow great things to come to you at all times because you deserve it. you don’t even need to spend a significant amount of time affirming that you’re successful, you can simply just decide it. but if you struggle with declaring, then of course there is no shame in repeating it until it becomes an assumption.

︴looking forward to your deadlines/time crunches

» a lot of you guys make deadlines for your manifestations. setting deadlines and putting to much focus on that final day can cause you to think thoughts from a reality of not having it. you are supposed to think as if you have it now, not “i need to have it by x day”. same with time crunches. don’t focus so much on when when it has to be manifested because babe if you think as if you have it now you can get it as soon as instantly (and yes you can manifest using future affs or manifest for a day that hasn’t came yet but that’s not what deadlines are so i’m not talking about that).

╳ how to solve this problem: first i’d like to say that if you don’t need a deadline or need to be on a time crunch, don’t make one. it’s pointless & you’re just being impatient and eager. if you struggle to manifest normally then why would you put the extra stress of limiting time on yourself? but if you insist on having one, once you have the date in mind, let that be your last time thinking about the day. from now on you have it now. why would you be worrying about having something by a certain date if you already have it now?. the math ain’t mathin. another thing you should do is affirm that your manifestations always come faster than you expect. i love that affirmation!

︴assuming time delay

» time delay isn’t real. it doesn’t have to take time for your manifestation to come from the 4d to the 3d. if you assume there is a time delay it’s like you’re giving your desire free will to manifest whenever it wants to. but since it can’t necessarily manifest when ever it wants because your in control, you assuming there’s a time delay and thinking that’s the reason why you don’t have it now will just show more and more in your reality: you not having it now because of the 3d delay that you “don’t know” will end. i hope that makes sense lol.

╳ how to solve this problem: understand that there is no time delay. majority of the community already established that time delays are limiting beliefs months ago. don’t hold yourself back.

︴not being consistent or giving yourself enough time

» y’all be affirming for one day, then the next day complain about no movement. *sigh*. first of all, repetition is very important, there’s only so much repetition you can do in a day. you gotta be consistent in this new way of thinking babe, don’t give up easy. especially because it takes so little time to get a lot of movement but y’all don’t get to see that because after a few hours you wanna stop. the only thing you need to be stopping is being an impatient and inconsistent person.

╳ how to solve this problem: persist for longer than just one damn day. when i wanted to give up after a couple of hours but finally decided to actually stick for a couple days longer, i got success. like please stop being so freaking impatient then running to other people asking where it’s at???? ask your damn self.

︴not responding to contradicting thoughts as you should

» y’all could be affirming for your desire for a week, but each time you affirm you contradict the affirmation. “i have my desired lips - no i don’t - i have my desired lips - hoe your lips still the same - i have my desired lips - no tf you don’t stop lying” bitch i said i got my desired lips and that’s that. i have my desired lips right now regardless of what i see of think. y’all need to be firm with those thoughts. contradicting thoughts are just like stubborn children. they don’t conform so easy with a sweet, soft voice. you gotta deepen your voice bout 3 notches, scrunch up your lips, and tell them exactly what to do and what how it’s gonna be done quicker.

╳ how to solve this problem: you are the one in charge, sound and act that way. like i always say, flip opposing thoughts consistently for one day and watch how by the next day you barely get any. don’t be all gentle with them. i mean i wish tf i would be gentle to something that’s trying to stop me from living my best life.

︴scared of having your desires/anxiety

» i understand it can be kind of nerve racking to know there’s a way for you to actually live your dream life, but if you weren’t meant to have it then you wouldn’t be desiring it. your dream life is meant for you. don’t be scared of it because only the best will happen.

╳ how to solve this problem: affirm that you deserve your dream life and you’re worthy of it. affirming can change your thoughts so if your affirming that you deserve your desires, you’ll very soon start to believe that affirmation.

︴calling yourself “the problem”

» this was probably the #1 thing that got me out of my cycle of failed manifestations. i always told myself and coaches “i know i’m the reason why i don’t have my desire” “i know i must be doing something wrong” ew. thinking back to that makes me cringe. if you resonate as the reason why you can’t manifest then you will continue to be the reason why you can’t manifest.

╳ how to solve this problem: what i did was tell myself? “i am not the problem” “nothing and nobody can stop my desires”. from what i remember that very same day one of my desires came to fruition. do not resonate as the problem!

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #self concept

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theliterarywolf · 2 years ago

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In my experience, it's some parts people being stupid, some parts lazy, or trying to undo the damage from prev teacher(s) who destoryed any desire to learn. Or in some unfortunate cases teachers* spent more time throwing verbal abuse over the tiniest thing instead of actually teaching any thing.

*had a teacher like this once. It was awful didn't learn shit in that class other then the various always to belittle someone without swearing. (No science, only hate.) She did get canned after a number of students recorded her antics combined with her turning her hatefulness onto one of the actually good teachers we had. (Math teacher with the patience of a saint and willingness to find ways to help understand the material for anyone struggling).

No, I get that.

Trust me, I COMPLETELY acknowledge that some teachers can ruin the learning experience for students.

Not sure if I ever told this story but:

When I was in high school, hell even now, I was not good at math. For the longest time, I thought I had dyscalculia; it was so bad at times.

However, I was able to scrape by to pass 9th grade math.

10th grade, however... That was a year where my school had too many students (the city had started this weird voucher program for people to move in from LA and it was causing overflow in the schools) and so there were a lot of people floating here and there.

For the first half of first semester, I was in a math class where the teacher was obsessed with the Steelers and never took time to explain any of the math concepts he taught. So, of course, I was struggling once again.

One morning, when he was trying to get the lesson set up on the board, he was complaining about how his young daughter wanted him to watch Little Einsteins with her that morning. I was in my 'as long as it's animated, I'll watch it' phase back then, and Little Einsteins was a show that I liked.

So I commented 'Oh, I watch that show all the time!'

... And this man!! Keep in mind, I was a shy student so even for me to chime in with that was a feat... But this man!! Turned around... And told me, in front of the entire class:

"Well maybe if you didn't spend all your time watching cartoons, your grade would be better."

I literally was ruined in math for the rest of that semester until, due to the overflow problem, I was placed into another math class where the teacher was passionate about math: explained concepts through songs he played on his guitar, took extra time today walk through things.

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binniedeactivated · 4 years ago

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𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧. || 🌪💦

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐟!𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐏𝐎𝐂 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐮

𝐖/𝐂 | 4k

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫-𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

POC = person of color

a/n; should this be a ff?

adriana didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did. her dirty thoughts never stopped ever since he walked into her kindergarten classroom that one morning. with his sleek parted blonde hair, tall physique and lush pink lips she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him day in and day out. she had a job to do of course. teach the children, take care of the children and make sure each and every one of them were safe.

but myla rose’s father looked nothing like any man she had ever seen before. and it was a pity that his ring finger was occupied. that made her attraction to him even more difficult at the school’s open house.

adriana greeted every parent who stopped inside her classroom, guiding them to their child’s work display and giving short reviews of their performance in class. she was an excellent teacher. one of the school’s favorite in fact and every child loved her. the parents were always pleased with her enthusiastic attitude and compassion for their child. and this was evident especially when myla came running to hug her legs at the door.

“Hi ms. A!”.

in awe, adriana hugs her gratefully. “hey myla!”.

she glances up and with a warm smile the man takes her hand. “good evening, I’m choi yeonjun. myla’s dad”.

adriana smiles back a little harder than normal but she tried her best to conceal it. to her demise though, yeonjun didn’t come with just his beloved daughter.

“this is my wife, leah. our eldest son daniel. and this little guy right here--“.

yeonjun pauses for a moment to squat next to the baby stroller that his wife was pushing. he lifted the top of it a little, revealing the small one year old child who was currently dressed in a brown furry onesie with a dog ear hood. he sucks cutely on his blue pacifier glancing upwards at his father in wonder and being immediately surprised by the splashes of color around the classroom. he looked just like yeonjun.

“this is our youngest son logan”.

adriana smiles and coos at the younger child, “aww he is adorable. myla why didn’t you tell me about your little brother?”. she directs to the small girl with a pink ribbon wrapped around her ponytail. she rolls her eyes.

“because he’s annoying”. she says with more attitude than she ever showed in class. adriana laughs.

“nice to meet you leah. and hey daniel”. she greeted the eldest. he looked to be at least 8 years old. not very far from myla. he waves shyly, burying his face into his father’s chest. how lucky leah was, to have a family with yeonjun. as a single woman, dealing with families was always hard. it’s just what adriana wanted especially at this stage of her life.

“well, first things first myla is a pleasure to have in my class. she is always doing her work diligently like I ask and she’s always the first one to answer questions when it’s time”.

yeonjun nods in approval rubbing his daughter’s back as they were then guided to myla’s work display. he was here for his daughter he had to remember that. especially when his eyes kept slipping below adriana’s waist as she walked. but it was something about the way she walked. she walked like she wanted to be seen. as if she were inviting yeonjun’s eyes to admire her every curve. nevertheless he snaps his eyes back up whenever she turned around.

“and right here is myla’s art work, her math work, and her reading caterpillar. as you can see she really loves watercolors. her math work is outstanding. she grasps every concept I teach. and her reading caterpillar--eh it can be longer”. she playfully laughs. she tried to make the conversation as general as possible but with leah on her phone pretending as if she had no care in the world adriana’s only focus was on yeonjun who, didn’t hesitate to give an unforgiving stare into her eyes every time she talked.

adriana was an afro-latina beauty. black spiral curls dropping just above her mid back, deep set brown eyes, and full sensuous lips that anyone wanted to kiss with just one glance. and yeonjun took advantage of admiring her every chance he got.

“and um,” she fidgeted. “for each book she reads she gets a segment added onto to her caterpillar. the first student to become a butterfly wins a prize”.

“you hear that myla? don’t you want a prize?”. yeonjun cooed holding her hand. she nods excitedly. “yes!”.

“you have to start reading more okay? see look, your caterpillar is short”. yeonjun pointed at the green bulletin board. “can you buy me more books daddy?”. she asks in the soft voice that she knew would touch his heart.

“you already have enough stuff myla”. daniel chimed in, annoyed. wanting nothing more than to go home and play his play-station already.

“hey! you have stuff too”.

“you’re always asking for the most”.

“so what! daddy will buy it for me”.

“that doesn’t mean you have to ask all the time”.

“but--”.

“guys. enough. we’re not at home we’re at an open house”. yeonjun settled. all the while leah just stood there just as annoyed as them. she could’ve helped yeonjun calm the kids down but she didn’t. she didn’t even seem interested in myla’s work nor her progress. much less wanting to be there in the first place.

“I’m sorry,”. yeonjun apologized. “my kids are spoiled”.

adriana chuckles. “it’s alright I understand”.

“so how are myla’s grades? is she getting along with the kids okay? I know she can probably be a little chatty”.

“oh myla’s grades are amazing. she’s great with the other kids, rather a leader. she’s only chatty when I allow it”.

yeonjun hums in approval. “good job baby”. he coos to her. he pays his attention back to adriana though. “she loves you. she always comes home with stories about what game you played with them or what you taught them that day”.

“oh really?”.

yeonjun nods. “yeah she does. you’re a phenomenal teacher. thank you for taking good care of her”.

“thank you yeonjun. it’s no problem I love these kids like they’re my own”. adriana spoke, sinking into the hypnotics of his lustful gaze. the one that made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. “she’s a pleasure to teach”.

“thank you for this. so um--we go to the gymnasium now right?”.

“yeah, do you need help finding it?”.

“no it’s alright, I think I saw it on my way in. thank you though”.

“no problem. I hope you guys have a nice rest of your evening!”. she smiles sweetly.

“you too”, yeonjun nods, nudging his wife to push the baby stroller before they turned to leave. and adriana instantly wondered what he saw her in her. she was beautiful. but she wondered why he loved a woman with such an attitude. perhaps they had argument beforehand that she didn’t know about. but even that wouldn’t explain how careless she looked about her family.

and she was almost too careless. yeonjun could feel his adrenaline rushing at the sheer thought of fucking someone new. it’s been a while since him and his wife had any kind of sex. she’d always blame it on the fact that she was tired and would postpone it to another night. but yeonjun had needs and once he saw adriana he became desperate once again. he didn’t want to ruin his marriage. god knows he didn’t.

but things in the choi household never went how yeonjun wanted it to go.

“give me back my controller myla!”. daniel shouts.

“no! you shouldn’t have cut the hair off my dollie! now your controller is going in the toilet!”. the smaller girl runs to the bathroom and locks the door behind her, leaving daniel angrily banging on it in agony. “stop it myla!!”.

“no I’m flushing it away!”.

all the commotion in the next room over was enough to startle logan, who was sleeping so soundly leaving yeonjun thinking that he was out for the night. but he wasn’t in this case. now he was crying and screaming to the top of his lungs and rattling his hands wanting nothing more than his father’s warmth.

daniel races to the kitchen, “daddy!! get myla she’s trying to flush my controller down the toilet!”. he screeches to his father who happened to be cooking over the stove top. “what do you mean she’s trying to flush it?”.

“get her! my controller is going to be broken!”.

overhearing the baby crying yeonjun rushes down the hall to get him, slowly lifting the infant out of his crib. still sobbing, the baby clings to his sweater and yeonjun shakes him gently hoping that his presence would be enough to calm him. but he could still hear daniel banging his fists against the bathroom door. yeonjun scrambles into the hallway and fiddles with the door knob.

“myla open up this door right now. you two are being too loud you just woke up your brother”.

“daddy?”. she asks innocently.

“yes this is daddy open up the door”.

there was faint shuffling on the other side of the door before she opened it. daniel gives a sigh of relief at the sight of his game controller sitting on the bathroom sink away from the toilet. myla glances up at her father with big eyes and the cutest face she could give. she’d do anything to avoid her father’s wrath.

“I wasn’t really going to flush it daddy”.

“give your brother back his game controller. why are you messing with him?”.

“he cut all my dollie’s hair off!”. she points, stomping her foot for good measure.

yeonjun looks back at his eldest son sternly. “daniel? why would you do that?”.

“daddy she’s always teasing me and being annoying”.

“give me the controller myla”.

she strolls to the sink and pushes the controller in her father’s hands while crossing her arms. yeonjun turns, “I’ll give you this controller but if i find out that you’re sabotaging myla’s toys again I’m selling your play station. If she’s annoying you come tell me so I can deal with her. I spend a lot of money on this stuff daniel”.

he huffs his breath with his back against the wall. “fine”.

“and myla,”. he turns, “if I find out that you’re trying to destroy your brother’s stuff again I’m selling your dolls. I spent a lot of money on that too”.

she gives a sigh that was identical to her brother’s. “fine”.

“good. you guys go play. where’s your mom?”.

“she said to tell you that she had to go someplace and that she’ll be back soon”. daniel exclaims while walking to his room. yeonjun checks his phone lock screen wondering where did she have to go at 9 o’clock at night. and the crazy part about it is that this isn’t the first time she’s done this.

“daddy?”. myla murmured fiddling with her fingers. yeonjun hadn’t notice she never went to her room.

“yes?”.

“can you buy me a new dollie? since daniel ruined my last one?”.

“yes. but stop teasing your brother so much and maybe he won’t mess with your stuff”.

“yay!!”.

“go on your ipad and pick one out. after you’re done show it to me okay?”.

“okay!! thanks daddy!”. she jeers, scurrying to her room already having the perfect doll in mind. yeonjun sighs, now looking at his messy haired baby boy who inches his tiny fingers up to press on yeonjun’s bottom lip.

“are you ready to eat logan?”. he asks in spite of the chaos that was going on in his mind. throughout the night he was calling leah consistently and she never picked up, her phone going straight to voicemail. so it was up to yeonjun, pretty much like it was every night. for him to cook dinner, for him to feed and change the baby, for him to make sure the kids are washed and ready for school the next day. and as frustrated as yeonjun was he always made sure he got everything done with or without her.

he was laying logan down in his crib for the night, the sleeping baby’s head falling tiredly into his pillow. he kisses him on his forehead and his cheeks before he heard the front door open and close.

making his way downstairs he spotted leah walking into the house, no--stumbling into the house with her work attire on. he approaches her before she could knock the kitchen chair over.

“leah? what is wrong with you? where were you?”. he whispers. she gives him a solemn glance trying to make herself look sober. it was failing miserably.

“I had to finish some stuff back up at the office yeonjun. don’t start”. she kicks her heels off at the door.

“don’t start? you’re never here. when are you ever going to be here? the kids see you once in the morning and then somehow you disappear for the rest of the day”.

“I just told you where I was. I’m going to bed now. I don’t feel like talking about this”. she brushes past him making her way to the staircase. the things yeonjun wanted to say to her-- but he bit his tongue. he didn’t want to pour his heart out just for her to leave him single and alone. had that been him coming in late and drunk she would’ve raised hell. accusing him of cheating and trying to kick him out the house. with three kids, the last thing yeonjun wanted was to be alone. it stressed him out.

and adriana saw it all over his face.

“hey, um- myla left her lunchbox in the car I just wanted to drop it off”. he approaches the vacant classroom-- the kids playing outside for the hour with the P.E teacher. adriana softly smiles at the man whom she wasn’t expecting to see so early in the day.

“hey yeonjun. no problem you can just sit it right there on her desk”. she guides. she was at the back of the classroom stapling work to the bulletin board.

“are you okay? you look a little stressed”. she adds.

“yeah I’m fine you know--just kids. they’re a handful sometimes. I’m sure you understand”.

“of course! I know how they can be at school. i don’t have any of my own though so I have no idea how they can be at home”.

hm, so she didn’t have any kids. yeonjun was annoyed with himself for even taking note of that. even worse, wondering if she was single.

“imagine a 24 hour school day. that’s exactly what it’s like”.

adriana chuckled. “god that’s brutal”.

“it is. you’ll find out for yourself soon enough. whenever you and your significant other decide to have children at least. it’s a world you haven’t known”.

she hops off of the stool to grab another sheet of paper to staple. she chuckles a little, “i hope this doesn’t sound weird but i actually look forward to that. whenever I actually get a significant other”.

yeonjun nods his head in disbelief. he wondered how a woman so beautiful with such an enthusiastic, compassionate attitude could be single at all. maybe she had a secret past yeonjun knew nothing about. perhaps she’s a psychopath. maybe even a gold digger.

but with the way she carried herself, in confidence but with humility, it attracted yeonjun he wouldn’t care if she was both.

“you’re single?”. yeonjun blurted out, wanting to smack himself for thinking out loud. she grins.

“why do you sound surprised?”.

while she stretches her arms up yeonjun stares at the small dip in her back and swallows. “well because you’re gorgeous”.

she steps off the stool again stifling a blush. she toys with the stapler in her hands.

“thank you and if i’m not mistaken it kind of sounds like you’re flirting with me”. she accuses, the cute grin of hers twisting into an innocent smile.

yeonjun breathes. it’s been years since he flirted with anyone other than his wife. but with the stress he was feeling nowadays he was willing to take any type of chance he could. he approaches her,

“it’s because I am”. he reassured, looking down at her hoping she felt the same way. only if he knew how much she thought about this moment, he’d take her right then and there. she pushes her face closer to his teasingly.

“aren’t you a married man? choi yeonjun?”. she licks her lips at the up close sight of his.

“please don’t mention my marriage while you’re licking your lips at me like that”. he monotones.

“or what? hm?“.

he grins, bending lower to hover his lips over her ear. “don’t test me adriana“.

his words sent chills down her spine. her heart races and before she could say her next word he was already glaring into her eyes soon after. he places his fingers at the bottom of her chin forging her attention on him.

“kiss me”. he demanded.

she clutches his wrist, half leaning in and half hesitant. she was uncertain. he had a wife. a family. children. but he was sexy and she could already feel her panties clinging to her now sticky folds. his lips were halfway there but he had other plans.

he sticks two fingers between his pretty pink lips while maintaining his gaze. adriana could feel her legs turning into jelly at the streams of saliva that slipped in between them and running down his hand. when they were finally drenched with the contents of his tongue he pulls them out and instead sticks his messy hand directly into her panties.

her lips parted and she tensed immediately, not gasping the air but gasping in his mouth---because it took almost nothing for yeonjun to pull her into a wet heated kiss. her lips felt just as yeonjun though they would. soft and full. she whimpered in delight as her tongue lolled into his hot mouth. his fingers slid through her slick liquid so easily, she was practically gushing for him and all he was doing was tracing his fingers around the circumference of her clit, not wanting to give her too much too soon. but the lighter his fingers were the more she twitched up into his hand. she wanted so much more. she needed so much more. her mind went blank.

“y-yyeonjun”., she mewls before he roughly sticks his tongue down her throat. she waited until she got another speck of air. “you’re m-married”. she partially wanted to warn, mainly because she didn’t want him to do anything that he was going to regret. he only let his fingers do the talking, allowing them to travel into her channel, pumping them into her gradually. she does that little innocent gasp again. the one that yeonjun likes, the one that made her seem like she’s never been touched before. the euphoric waves his fingers gave her was like venom, swimming through her nerves and making her legs tremble.

his hand searches for the back of her thigh and he lifts her leg around his waist, widening her legs.

“you’re thinking about my marriage and I’m thinking about pounding you into this fucking table”.

he watches her face contort in pleasure and he smirks. he couldn’t deny the hard on she gave him by her measly moans alone. she sounded so helpless and needy for more of him. she was dripping down his fingers and it took every instinctual part of him to not unbuckle his jeans. she pressed her body into his like a bruise, gasping into the crook of his neck as his fingers delve deeper into her. “ohh m-my god please ddon’t stop”.

pulses of arousal amended around yeonjun fingers and he sloppily kisses her hungrily. she steadily grinds her hips into his rhythmic thrusts in need.

“just like that adriana, fuck my fingers”. he groans into her mouth, she wondered if it was possible to get wetter at the sound of his voice. if not, she was definitely pulsating harder than before after he said that. with a shaky hand she reaches down to unzip his pants. “pplease fuck me I need it”. she whines, not being able to withstand anymore of the finger fucking. she wanted to be stretched. “pplease make it quick I have to go get the kids in 7 minutes”.

yeonjun lets her undo his pants, he enjoyed her desperation for him. it was hot and it was something he wasn’t used to. leah was never like this. but adriana was a woman who knew what she wanted and who she wanted it from. so it wasn’t as embarrassing for her to slide down on his dick the way she did. she was turned, her back facing his front where yeonjun could see her ass swallow his dick whole. he wasn’t going to fuck her initially since this was their first sexual interaction. but he was hard and she was needy so he didn’t care anymore.

the setting quickly fades from his mind while he watches her bounce against him wildly. his breathing becomes weighty and he grips her waist in absolute heaven, her slick sheathing his dick faithfully. he hid his bottom lip behind his teeth to produce a curse word but couldn’t quite get it out entirely; everything felt so fucking amazing and unbelievably so. broken curse words fluttered from his throat.

“fu--fuckk”. he utters with a low grunt. with her own electricity shooting through her veins and torso obscene moans fled from her lips and yeonjun clasped his hand over her mouth before she could get any louder. he had no intentions on getting caught but on the other hand it was hot hearing her unable to control herself.

her hips rolled down as she took up a measured pace riding him, her thighs burning but her movements were pleasing the both of them and the way yeonjun smacked her ass in praise gave her every reason to keep going. he soon met her thrusts by gripping her ass and grinding against it, chasing the orgasm that wouldn’t come if she kept going at the same pace. “ohh my god”. she hissed. he was gripping her ass rough enough to leave a significant bruise. not that adriana cared anyway, it would be an honor to be bruised up by yeonjun.

“god I’m going to fucking cum all over you”. she whines, reaching down to play with her clit along the way. yeonjun fucked into her a bit harder, exhaling all the choked up groans he withheld until her juices was spilling down his dick with ease. she trembles, wiggling her ass on him a bit longer before rushing to pull her panties up and look presentable for the rest of the school day. she was shocked to see that yeonjun was still hard as a rock, yet he was zipping up his jeans.

she clutches her clipboard, totally not expecting yeonjun to grab her from behind and kiss her on the cheek the way he did. she felt his bulge pressed against her backside.

“next time ride my dick until I cum”.

#yeonjun #choi yeonjun #yeonjun smut #choi yeonjun smut #dilf!yeonjun #txt smut

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hypmic-writings · 4 years ago

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hi !! can i ask for MTC with an astrophysicist s/o? someone who's inclined to science and math plus loves everything about space ✨ probably how they'd react to finding out their s/o's job, and if they'd be interested in learning a few things about the field too? tysm !! 💖

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Characters: Samatoki Aohitsugi x reader; Juto Iruma x reader; Riou Busujima x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

A/N: This one is so cute! I don’t think I would ever be able to be an astrophysicist, it’s so impressive but way too much math and science for me haha hope this is along the lines of what you wanted!

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

Samatoki Aohitsugi

when you and Samatoki start dating and you tell him you’re an astrophysicist, he just stares at you blankly for a few moments

once you explain all of the math and science behind studying space and all of the detailed work that goes behind it, Samatoki is simultaneously terrified and impressed

the fact that you can do calculations like that in your head and actually understand all of the scientific words kind impresses him

he didn’t realize just how book-smart you were and as someone who is much more street-smart than book-smart, he has to commend you

your brain kind of scares him a little bit though, and every time you show him what you’re working on, telling him all about the physics behind concepts, he wonders what else that huge brain of yours is capable of conjuring

he might feel a little bit insecure because he has no idea what you’re talking about half the time when you try to explain scientific concepts to him and it’s clear that you’re much more well-read than he is

which he finds annoying because nothing like this has ever bothered him before, and he really loves you so he doesn’t want to feel this way

but when you reassure him that he doesn’t need to know any of that and that you love him just the way he is, he’ll be just fine

“I have no idea how you keep any of these numbers straight. I could never do something like this.”

“Well that’s okay! You know, I could never be a Yakuza leader.”

“Babe...that’s different.”

he thinks it’s absolutely adorable when you start talking about space

because he can see that you’re passionate about it by the way you get excited and how fast you start to talk

and even though sometimes he has no idea what you’re saying, he’ll always ask you how your day went and listen intently

Samatoki won’t be the first in line to try to learn any of the math or science himself though

he didn’t go to college for a reason, and I can imagine him getting extremely frustrated when certain topics don’t come easy to him

especially if it’s a really heavy topic like math or physics

but if you’re really excited to teach him about something and you simplify it down to layman’s terms, I can imagine him actually learning and ertaining the information

and then later on when he’s with his yakuza gang, he repeats something that you said and everyone just looks at him in awe

Juto Iruma

when you tell Juto that you’re an astrophysicist, he’s not going to be surprised in the least

he definitely did a background check on you the night after your first date, so he already pretty much knows everything about your public life (school, studies, friends, etc.)

also, he’s someone that can read people very well and it wasn’t difficult for him to realize how intelligent you are

so it’s no surprise to him that you enjoy physics and are a math whiz

he thinks it’s incredible that you have the ability to retain so much information about such heavy material

whenever he catches you studying something or working on graphs and charts for your job, he’ll ask if you need to take a break

because he can see how exhausting it would be mentally to work with so many numbers and figures all day

I don’t think he would personally have any real attachment to math or the sciences

he was definitely book-smart enough to graduate college and enter the police force, but he’s better with people than he is with textbooks

so the fact that you can do something that he’s not really inclined to do will be very impressive to him

he thinks it’s adorable that you get excited about your job and whenever you talk about space he’ll smile and nod

he really likes going to museums so he’ll be more than happy to go with you to any and all space exhibits

one time there was a really exclusive planetarium exhibit that came to town and he managed to get you tickets and took you there for your birthday

and every time you mention it his pride swells up a little bit

“Wait, these tickets were impossible to get! They have never-before seen space rocks there! How did you get these?”

“That’s my secret, darling.”

if you want to teach him a little bit, he won’t say no, but he’s not going to go out of his way to learn about theories or the mechanics of physics

Juto strikes me as the type of person that thinks ‘seeing is believing’ so rather than trying to explain concepts to him, he would be more happy to learn about space and the things he can see

he enjoys hearing you talk about your job though, and has often visited you on lunch breaks

although he’s not really one to be a day-dreamer or be wistfully thinking about the stars in the sky, he’s going to be happy that you’re sharing your love of space with him

Riou Busujima

when you tell Riou that you’re an astrophysicist he’s stunned but also incredibly interested

he’s always really loved the stars and has spent so many nights in his tent just staring up at the sky

so the fact that you’ve studied space and actually know the minutia behind the reasons for the sky being the way it is makes him really excited

he’s definitely going to ask you a lot of questions about your job like what you exactly do for work and what part of the field you study

when you excitedly tell him about space and that you’ve always loved it since you were a kid, he’s going to fall even more in love with you

he absolutely uses this as an excuse to have you go camping with him or stay overnight in his tent

I can definitely imagine the two of you just laying out beneath the stars as you point out different parts of the milky way and explain the origin and how that part of space came to be

Riou definitely likes to ask you all kinds of questions, and will listen to your answers like a kid, sitting on the floor and intensely looking at you, nodding every now and again

he didn’t think it was possible, but the first time you went into the detailed math and science of physics, he felt his love for you grow so much that he almost asked you to marry him right then and there

the fact that you’re so incredibly intelligent to be able to understand all the inner workings of physics is really impressive to him

he knew that there was a lot of math and science behind it, but when he realizes just how much, he’s going to find it really admirable

“Y/N, how do you keep all of these formulas straight in your head?”

“‘m not sure...I guess I’ve always just been interested in it so it never seemed like it was all that difficult!”

he’s always interested whenever you’re working on things and you show him all the graphs and charts

and if you offer to teach him any part of your job, he’s the first in line because he wants to know as much as possible

one time you found him trying to read one of your college textbooks about physics and you just chuckled before giving him a slightly easier one from your under-level classes

while Riou knows that he’ll never be able to understand these topics as well as you can, he’s definitely still excited to learn about them

because he’s just someone who always love to learn new things regardless of the topic

and he’s really happy that you feel comfortable sharing something you love with him

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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fantastic-bby · 4 years ago

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GOT7 as college professors

Pairing: -

Word count: 3.1k

Genre: Headcanon | It’s kinda crack I’m ngl

Warnings: -

Masterlist

Jaebeom

Teaches music and film production

Dresses very casually (oversized shirts/hoodies and oversized pants)

Gets mistaken as a student a lot

Has a picture of all of his cats on his desk

Intimidates students at first glance, but all of them agree that he’s actually one of the chillest professors on campus once they spend time in his classes

Always late to class

Which is one of the reasons that made the students realise he’s more on the vibey side

He doesn’t seem to have anything planned when he walks into class

Places bag onto the table, sits down, looks at everyone and pulls his phone out to play music while he teaches

He’ll ask them what they wanna learn before he actually even starts the lesson because he’s interested in what they think about the course

When he’s not in class, he’s usually seen with Youngjae and Mark

Avoids talking to BamBam and Yugyeom because he knows that they’re just gonna bully him the entire time

Always eats at on-campus café that has a pet daycare for anyone who needs to leave their pets while they go off and do work

He spends his time there petting the cats

The students who own the cats are in love with him because of that

They come in and it’s like

“Professor Jaebeom…?”

“Oh, is this your cat? She’s so cute”

They stand there and watch him play with their cats if they didn’t already love him before, they love him way more now

The entire music and film production department is IN LOVE with him

The students, the other professors, the janitors

They all love him

They think he’s the sweetest man ever

Until someone treats his class like it’s ass

Then Jaebeom goes OFF

The entire class is quiet

Completely stunned

Because he is a n g r y

The student who was purposefully being an ass is staring at him like O-O

Because no one really expected him to lose his cool

But if you treat Jaebeom’s class like it’s not worth your time, he will get so mad

Wouldn’t hesitate to kick you out if you shit on his hard work

He doesn’t want to let one single person being an ass affect the whole class, so he’ll try to move on from them as quickly as possible

“If you think my class is not worth it, then get out. You chose to take this course, so don’t go around wasting other peoples’ time”

Mark

Teaches mathematics

Dresses in smart casual most of the time, but occasionally dresses fully casual

Has gotten mistaken as a student a couple of times

Has a picture of Milo and his family on his desk

Intimidates students because he’s more on the quiet side

But some of them have seen the way he acts around his friends, so they’re a little bit more comfortable around him

Cries at graduations

Always arrives to his classes on time except for that one time where he had to clean Milo’s crap off of his carpet

The students actually like him a lot

He’s very patient with them but has the tendency to get a bit more strict

Always has his plan ready by the time he’s in class

Understands that not everyone likes maths and that’s why he’s pretty patient

Takes his time with students who have a hard time understanding the formulas

Spends his time in-between classes with Jaebeom and Youngjae

Students will see them chilling at the skatepark or at the pet café

Youngjae’s usually just watching them do tricks whenever they’re skating

“Youngjae, do a trick”

“Hyung, I can’t skate”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t try”

Has most of the campus fawning over how school he looks on his skateboard because he uses it to get around the place

“Good afternoon, Professor Mark”

The group of students burst into giggles the moment he waves while skating past them

Is honestly one of the coolest professors on campus

Even the other professors agree that he’s cool as hell even if Mark won’t admit it

Usually seen talking with Youngjae about their precious fluffy, white, dog babies usually arguing about which dog is cuter

Only for Yugyeom to pop in with a picture of Dalkyum

They stare at him before completely ignoring him because the argument is about two tiny fluffy white dogs

Then BamBam and Jaebeom come in talking about cats instead and the two of them just give up

Rarely gets angry in class

Has once blown up only because someone was being rude to another student in his class

“Why don’t you do the whole class a favour and just stop being an asshole?”

The student shuts up immediately

He gives them a glare before moving on with the lesson

If he hears them starting shit again then he’ll lose it

“Dude, if you’re just gonna sit there and shit on someone then just leave”

That’s enough to get the student leaving the class out of embarrassment because no one had ever gotten Mark pissed off enough to tell them off twice in the same lesson

Afterwards he just pretends nothing happened and continues to teach the students like normal

“Who doesn’t understand this concept?”

Jinyoung

Teaches literature and philosophy

Campus DILF

Always dresses formally and has never gotten mistaken as a student before

Has one single picture of him and his friends from when they went to Italy together on his desk

Everyone’s scared of him

Who wouldn’t be?

His resting bitch face makes students scared of attending his lessons sometimes

Has made a few students cry just by looking at them when he was asking a question

Usually ends up staring at them like :| but can’t do anything about it because his face is just like that

He wasn’t even angry, he was just… looking at them

Spends most of his time with Jackson but also looks like he tries to escape him half of the time

Jackson calls him in the middle of a lesson and Jinyoung’s slightly concerned because he thinks something is wrong

“Jinyoung, did you look at the picture I sent you? It’s funny!”

“Professor Jackson, I’m in a class”

The students find their dynamic really cute

But it doesn’t make them less scared of Jinyoung

He walks around campus with so much confidence and ass

The entire campus fawns over him because they think he’s such a hottie

He usually denies the attention whenever any of his friends see a student being a bit friendlier towards him

The student in question literally bends over his desk and flirts with him

He kinda ignores their advances because he’s professional like that

Treats all of his students equally and knows all of their names

Pays extra attention towards the ones that struggle with the course because he knows how difficult it can be to have to fully understand either literature or philosophy

Has never yelled in class, but the students can tell when he is angry

Knows exactly who’s paying attention and who’s not because he’s really good at reading his students

Whenever someone disrespects him or the course he’s teaching, he turns around slowly, clicks the cap back onto the marker and gently places it onto the desk

“What poem are we currently analysing?”

“Uhm…”

If they get it wrong he gives them this very blank look that has them pissing themselves because they’re already halfway through discussing this one single poem and they’ve spent about two weeks on it

“Wrong. Get out.”

The student hesitates and Jinyoung lets out a heavy sigh which has them just scrambling straight out of the class

He picks his marker back up and turns to the giant whiteboard

“For those who don’t bother to even pay attention, we’ve been studying this poem for the past three lessons. Now, can someone tell me what I’ve covered in this lesson alone?”

Jackson

Teaches sports science

Is literally the most friendly professor on campus

Gets mistaken as a student all the time because 1. He’s always mingling around the students and 2. He barely ever dresses formally

Everyone on campus just absolutely loves him because he’s so easy to get along with

It makes his lessons very comfortable to be in

The students love how he jokes around all the time

Acts completely unhinged sometimes and likes to bother his friends in the middle of their lessons

Mostly barges into Jinyoung and Mark’s lessons because he knows the others will barely pay him any attention

“Mark hyung, I learned a new trick”

Straight up does a backflip in the middle of Mark’s classroom

“Professor Jackson, you’re so cool!”

The students love him so much

Basically, everyone on campus knows who he is and everyone just loves him because he’s everywhere at once

No one minds whenever Jackson shows up unannounced because he usually ends up leaving a mark on the students that has them more excited

Spends his time with Jinyoung where he’ll drag him to the gym

Will be sitting on his desk, cross-legged by the time students come into class

Will start his class with a joke just to get the students to feel more comfortable with engaging

Every student has had a crush on him at least once

Has had a few students walking into his classroom with gifts and trying to ask him out

But he just laughs and declines politely

During graduations, he gets a lot of ‘thank you’ gifts from his students

His heart just melts whenever he gets surprise cards on his desk from students basically telling him how much they enjoyed his class and him in general

Has the tendency to get distracted in the middle of a lesson but is also able to get back on track really quickly

Has gotten angry in class once

And when Jackson’s angry

He is

A N G R Y

Would full on yell if he needs to

It’s usually a student that’s bullying another student

He can take disrespect to him, but he does not tolerate disrespect towards his students

“Treat my students like that one more time and you’re not allowed to step foot in my class ever again”

The person in question is just frozen

Because, my god, how much of an asshole do you have to be to piss off Jackson

“Actually, no, get out of my class”

Jackson won’t ask twice

He’ll just glare at the student until they leave and when they’re gone, he checks up on his students to make sure they’re okay

“Did they do anything else to you?”

“N-No, sir”

“If they keep bothering you then just let me know. I’ll handle it”

Youngjae

Teaches performing arts

Dresses in smart casual

His smile and laugh lights up the whole classroom

He’s very gentle with his students and they all appreciate him for that

Has about four pictures of Coco on his desk

Will show everyone pictures of her in a cute dress he bought

Will also brag about how well trained Coco is

Sometimes arrives to class late because of Coco

Basically, he loves his daughter and he makes sure everyone knows that he loves her

He even brings her to graduation because some of his students end up growing attached to her

The students love how calm and chill he is

Tells a lot of dad jokes that everyone laughs at because they don’t want to make him feel sad or awkward

Will cheer up everyone and anyone

Spends his time with Jaebeom at the pet café because that’s where Coco is when he’s on campus

Sometimes brings her to class with him

Gets vvvvv flustered if any of the students flirt with him

Super flustered

He’s blushing all over and he’s completely shocked that they’d mustered up the confidence to approach him that way

But he always turns them down

Once had his class ended because he tripped over a marker that rolled off of his desk

The entire class just watched in horror

Stood up with an awkward laugh before gathering his stuff and bolting out of the classroom because he’s embarrassed

“Professor Youngjae, you didn’t have to run out of class like that…”

“Hahaaaaaaaa”

Pretends the whole incident didn’t happen

His class is really chill to attend

Youngjae just wants his students to feel comfortable in his class so he puts in the effort to do so

Tries to be as early as possible to have everything set up before his students show up

Loves all of his students

Of course there are a few bad seeds here and there, but Youngjae rarely ever gets mad

There were a couple times where he would scold them for a half-assed assignment or a disruption in class over something really dumb

But if someone really pissed him off, he wouldn’t blow up

Youngjae’s not as scary as his members but only because he’s more open with his softer side

So if he feels like someone in class is either being a disruption or is hurting someone, he doesn’t exactly blow up

He’s very calm about it

“I’m emailing the counsellor about this”

“I don’t need a counsellor”

“I don’t care if you ‘don’t need a counsellor’. If you’re being an asshole, then you need a counsellor”

BamBam

Teaches fashion design

Is the most stylish person on campus

Wears all of his gold to class

Doesn’t have physical pictures of his cats on his desk because he has his cat family as his phone wallpaper

However, he does show off any awards he’s gotten from designing clothes for celebrities in his office

Has every eye on him when he’s on campus because of how well he dresses

Usually brings his students out for graduation dinners

Is known as the campus stylist

Students sometimes come to him for fashion advice even if they’re not in his class the college staff do this too

Spends his time with Yugyeom where they spend their time at each other’s office or just walking around campus together

Will be seen together whether its on campus or off campus

They walk around campus like they own it because they’re that powerful together

Students are intimidated by him at first because he looks so… expensive, but once they actually attend one of his classes they realise that he’s got a heart of gold and is super easy to talk to

His class is extremely chill

But can also be a bit chaotic sometimes

BamBam’s a really professional person that does very well with trying to make sure the people around him are comfortable

He allows a small bit of chaos to fill his classroom because it relieves any tension

And by chaos, it’s allowing Jackson to come in and basically teach the lesson with him

What’s a sports science professor supposed to know about fashion designing??

BamBam just sits back and watches while Jackson stares at the sketch of a model that’s being projected onto the screen

“So, uhh, you need to make sure they have… sleeves”

“And?”

“Uhh… the dress is ugly?”

“Anyone in the class can answer what the problem with this sketch is?”

A student raises their hand and BamBam nods to allow them to answer

“Sir, the colours aren’t that nice together. The green is too bright and just doesn’t go well with the pink at all”

“Correct”

BamBam’s style also helps when he’s conducting a lesson

Uses his own outfit as examples

“See this white blazer? This outfit wouldn’t be as eye-catching without something contrasting my black turtleneck ”

Does not tolerate assholes

Students aren’t exactly scared of him

Has a handful of admirers, but no one’s mustered up the courage to actually talk to him about it because the one time someone did

BamBam kinda

Laughed

Then he felt bad about it because he realised they weren’t joking

Because he’s so young, it's easy for students to relate to him

But when he gets mad at someone who starts to disrespect him, oof

BamBam isn’t scared of swearing in his class and neither is he scared of lashing out if he feels like he needs to

Especially if someone is intentionally disturbing the other students because they’re being an ass

“Get the fuck out of my class”

“B-but, sir”

“Another word out of that mouth and you’re not seeing me for the rest of the semester”

Yugyeom

Teaches modeling

Has pictures of him and his friends and Dalkyum on his desk

Dresses casually most of the time but asks BamBam for good outfits for when he needs to show examples to his class

Bambam likes to style him up every once in awhile which helps Yugyeom a lot

Spends his time with BamBam the two of them make a very powerful duo

They’re only so powerful together because when you combine Yugyeom’s modeling with BamBam’s style, you get a pair of the hottest professors on campus

Is on time for his classes but sometimes is late because he spent the previous night having dance competitions with Jaebeom and Jinyoung

His class is actually really strict

Because modeling means having really good control of your entire body to be able to express what you’re trying to model for

Yugyeom takes it very seriously

Students are very intimidated by him

They know when to be playful with him and when not to and during class is when they have to be professional

Is really friendly with the students when he sees them around campus

Allows only Jinyoung into his class because he knows that the others would end up causing chaos if they’re together

Sometimes lets him model for his class

“Hyung, could you pose for my class, please?”

Is very professional with his friends if he’s conduction a lesson

But outside of it…

“Hyung, you looked like a vulture when you entered my class”

“I’m never modeling for your students ever again”

Is more on the quiet side like Jinyoung is

His looks can kill

He doesn’t have a resting bitch face like his hyung has, but he knows how to intimidate using his face

And he uses it against his students whenever he needs to

He’s also not that scared of going off either

But it’s more of the very quiet kind of angry

Will not hesitate to kick someone out if they’re not cooperating

“Get the fuck out of my class before I physically go over there and kick you out myself”

Which is why a lot of the students are very scared of him whenever he’s teaching

He doesn’t tolerate any kind of bullshittery and if he feels like you’re half-assing his class, then he’ll go off on you

But if he thinks that you’re just struggling to keep up, he’d be more than happy to help

Is very kind and very patient if someone needs extra help understanding something

Because he genuinely wants them to succeed

“Is there something here that you don’t understand? I can get one of the other students to help tutor you if you’d like”

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bastardtetsu · 4 years ago

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critical thinking | ch①

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x gn!reader

genre: college au, enemies to lovers, tsundere!reader, slow burn

wc: 1.9k

warnings: swearing, being a theatre major

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you knew it was a dumb bitch move to procrastinate on your science requirement.

trying to schedule gen-eds around the demanding requirements of your theatre degree was already a nightmare, and your aversion to maths and sciences makes it even more difficult to find classes that both fit in your schedule AND don’t make you want to actively drop out of school. you weren’t sure why you thought putting off your one and only science credit until your final semester was going to solve any of that. so, you couldn’t be shocked when your only option to graduate on time ended up being 9am chemistry 1. on a monday, no less.

the first class is just as bad as you expect. the lecture drags on for ages, and as much as you will your sleepy morning brain to wrap your head around the concepts being thrown at you, no amount of caffeine, color-coded notes, or mental gymnastics can ford the river of brain-muddling frustration standing between you and a passing grade - the one you need to graduate.

panic begins to set in as you visualize all the hard work you put into your degree rendered useless, all because of a class that doesn’t even have to do with your field of study. who decided there had to be a science requirement anyway? i don’t need fucking chemistry to get a theatre degree??

“if you’re having trouble with anything,” your professor announces, bringing your attention back to the lecture that's finally wrapping up, “the tutoring center on campus is a great resource. i also hold office hours at the times listed on the syllabus. that’s our time for today folks, have a good week.”

you check the syllabus - all of the professor’s office hours conflict with your other classes, of course. asking your classmates is out of the question, seeing as you’re the lone arts major in a sea of STEM and pre-med. as annoying as it is to have to add another item to your schedule, tutoring seems like the only option if you want any hope of graduating. luckily you have some time before your next class, so you pack up your things and head for the tutoring center.

you pray that a decent chem tutor is available during any of your limited free time as you approach the lady at the desk of the tutoring office. she informs you of several with hours later in the week, none of which align with your schedule, and one who is available for the next hour. you figure tutoring right after class isn’t a bad deal - especially considering it’s your only option. the woman gives you a classroom number and a name - kuroo tetsuro - and you set out.

it doesn’t take you long to find the right classroom, but you aren’t prepared for the sight that is waiting for you there. a strong jawline and a mess of black hair that appears to stick up on its own catch your eye first as he taps away at his phone screen, his bored slouch doing nothing to hide his imposing height.

“um... hi, kuroo?” you say tentatively. his eyes glance up from his phone, slightly startled.

“oh, hey,” he responds, sitting up a bit, “you here for tutoring?”

“i am,” you reply with a half smile, “y/n.”

“kuroo. nice to meet you, y/n,” he pulls out the chair next to him as an invitation, “what year are you?”

“i’m a senior,” you say as you make your way over and sit down, “i’m in chem 1.” he definitely seems taller up close, even sitting down.

“chem 1? as a senior?” he asks derisively, his lips curling into a smirk. embarrassment and annoyance shoot through your chest.

“i’m a theatre major, alright,” you respond dryly, “i’m just trying to get my science credit and go.”

“left it ‘til the last minute, huh?” that smirk is still on his face.

“yeah, not my best decision,” you reply, trying not to let your annoyance seep through, “but i’m just trying to pass this class so i can graduate.”

“well, hopefully i can help with that,” he says smugly, “i may be a lowly business major, but i’m pretty good with chem if i do say so myself.”

a business major. of course. you’re familiar with the future capitalist machinery of the business school from your limited experience with the frat parties they so densely populated. needless to say, the impression was not good.

“so what do you need help with?”

“um...” you pondered, “all of it?” he snickered.

“you’re gonna have to be more specific if you wanna get anywhere.” his tone is dripping with amusement. is he trying to piss you off?

“ugh,” you let out an exasperated grunt, suddenly averse to showing any kind of weakness to this jerk. you pull out your notebook and flip to the page where you had attempted to take notes earlier. “this stuff.”

he leans over to take a look at your notes, and as his eyes scan the page you suddenly notice his smell - some fancy-smelling cologne with like, sandalwood or some shit - and his strong but elegant bone structure. i could cut myself on those cheekbones, you think.

“these notes are terrible.”

annnndddd he ruined it.

“well i can’t exactly take good notes if i have no clue what’s going on,” you counter, “isn’t that what you’re supposed to help me with?”

“i can try,” he says with an amused grin, “but I’ve never seen someone struggle this much with the basics on day one.”

now, you could put up with a lot of shit, but the one thing you cannot stand is being condescended to. especially not by some egotistical capitalist fucker who barely knows you.

“look,” you say pointedly, holding back the urge to throat punch him right then and there, “i’m really busy, and i just wanna pass this class, so if you could help me without being a dick about it i’d really appreciate it.”

“aw, but where’s the fun in that?”

his lips twist back into that patronizing smirk - he’s definitely trying to get a rise out of you.

“fuck off,” you say with a roll of your eyes, refusing to take his bait, “are you gonna teach me chemistry or not?”

he chuckles quietly again, thoroughly entertained. “sure. only because I’m so kind, and i could use the challenge.”

you scoff, but hold yourself back from retorting. you don’t want to give him the satisfaction.

at first, it’s excruciating. you loathe this douchey business bro getting off on being condescending while explaining chemistry to you like you don’t understand anything - which, to be fair, you don’t. but that somehow makes you resent him more.

granted, once you actually get down to business, kuroo is actually a pretty good tutor. he’s not actively annoying when he’s actually trying to teach you something, and he’s surprisingly patient and good at breaking things down. dude is smart, there’s no denying that.

nevertheless, even when he’s not being snarky, every correction he makes seems to fluster you more. you hate looking stupid in front of others, and something about kuroo seems to amplify that feeling by a thousand. you blame his attitude.

as you fumble trying to wrap your head around the unfamiliar numbers, symbols, & formulas, you’re simultaneously attempting to maintain a shred of dignity in front of this man who clearly thinks of you as the dumbest bitch on the planet. and the more you struggle, the more you worry he’s right.

“seeeee? i told you it wasn’t that hard!” he hums as you finish off another homework question you’d been struggling with. he can’t seem to praise you without being patronizing as fuck, either. you look up from your page momentarily to shoot him a glare.

frustration and embarrassment simmer inside of you with each of his snide remarks, but you hold yourself together and divert the attention back to studying each time. the restraint it takes not to deck him right in his pretty face is honestly deserving of a nobel peace prize.

“not bad,” he muses as you finally finish off the last of your homework, “and it only took you two and a half hours!”

“i’m floored,” you deadpan. your brain is too exhausted to formulate a more clever comeback. then you suddenly realize - “hang on... has it actually been two and a half hours? i thought you were only available for one??”

“technically,” he shrugs, “that’s when my tutoring hours end. but I wasn’t doing anything after, and you seemed like you needed the extra help.” that shitty smile is back. you can feel your blood boiling, but at the same time that... is actually pretty nice of him?

“ah... th-thanks,” you mumble, still resistant to showing any signs of weakness - much less gratitude - to the messy-haired prick.

“so, should i expect you back next week?” his stare reminds you of a cat sizing up its prey.

“uh... maybe,” you say. you honestly don’t have an answer yet. “i have to run though, i’ve got another class to get to.”

“don’t be a stranger,” he grins, “you’re gonna need a lot of help if you wanna graduate.”

you shoot him another glare as you swing your bag over your shoulder.

“i’ll think about it.”

he's still smirking at you as you walk out the door.

—

as much as you’d like to deny it, there’s not much to think about. none of the other chem tutors are available when you are, and there’s no way you’re passing the class without the extra help. and, as insufferable as he is, kuroo did help you get through your entire first week of homework successfully.

of course, you still resent having to rely on some nasty ass, pompous business major to mansplain chemistry to you every week so you can graduate. well, technically it’s not mansplaining since you don’t actually know anything about chemistry. and you technically also asked him to do it. but god, does he have to be such a dick about it??

it’s just an hour or two once a week, you reassure yourself, you can put up with it.

this is easier said than done, of course. the following monday, you begrudgingly approach the same classroom, empty except for one (1) chickenhead douchebag, who promptly stares you down with the most shiteating smile you’ve ever seen.

“oya oya~ look who decided to come back!” he croons.

“don’t flatter yourself, it’s not like I had much of a choice,” you respond flatly. why is he still looking at me with that dumb expression?

“true, there’s no way you’re passing on your own.”

“listen,” you reply pointedly, “some people have better things to do than worry about how many neutrons are on hydrogen or whatever”

“hydrogen doesn’t have any neutrons.”

“COOL!!!! i just want to graduate!!”

“well then you’re gonna need to know that hydrogen doesn’t have any neutr-”

“ALRIGHT, i got it,” you huff, “can you just… help me figure out this balancing equations shit? WITHOUT being an asshole about it?”

“hmm… sorry, i can only accept one request at a time.”

this is gonna be a long fucking semester.

a/n: eeeeee this is the first time i’ve actually wholeheartedly attempted to write a fic in lord knows how long (possibly ever?? idk them memories repressed) and my first time posting my own writing so i hope y’all like it !! everybody who’s ready to see me trash talk k*roo t*tsuro say way ho

#haikyuu!!#kuroo tetsuro #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #.txt #e writes

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novantinuum · 4 years ago

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Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 1.6K~

Summary: The question— incomplete, and yet bursting with long-held curiosity— emerges from thin air while he’s about to tuck Steven into bed in the back of the van one night.

In retrospect, no parenting book could’ve ever prepared him for this one.

A Greg and Steven focused fic, set when Steven is freshly four. This is one of those I had on the poll a month or so back, ahah! Finally finished it. Apologies for the wait. The good news is that my list is now whittled down to three non-Crack the Paragon WIPS! Woo! That’s rather exciting.

There’s some brief meta rambles on the AO3 version. If you read this and enjoy, I’d greatly appreciate your support through reblogs here, or kudos/comments on AO3. Thank you! <3

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“Where’s yours, Daddy?”

The question— incomplete, and yet bursting with long-held curiosity— emerges from thin air while he’s about to tuck Steven into bed in the back of the van one night.

In retrospect, no parenting book could’ve ever prepared him for this one.

“My...?” Smiling encouragingly, he lets the word dangle unfinished in the air for a moment, and gestures to try and prompt the little tyke to continue. “My what, kiddo? My... pajamas?” he says, pointing towards each item his kid bears in succession. “My... stuffed tiger? My very own... tickle monster?!”

In the spirit of good-hearted mischief, Greg tousles his boy’s dark, flyaway curls. When he then moves his hands to tickle his sides, Steven breaks into delighted peals of laughter, squirming nonstop.

“Noooooo,” he giggles breathlessly, batting his small pudgy hands at him to stop the affectionate onslaught. “No tickles, your gem! Like mine! You ‘aven’t never showed it.”

In an instant, the small universe encapsulated inside their van freezes, and he goes momentarily slack-jawed as he struggles to process the words that just came out of his son’s mouth.

“My- w-where’s my gem?”

He lets out a low chuckle at the absurd thought— imagine that, him, having a gem of his own! Where on Earth did his kid acquire this notion? And then... his memory can’t help but drift back to a few hours earlier, when Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl spent a mission-free day with Steven on the beach, surrounded by all manners of summer tourists. Humans coexisting amongst Gems, most entirely nonplussed by their otherworldly appearances. Steven was eagerly padding across the shore in his brand new swim trunks— the pair he received for his birthday just a week ago— the quartz gem at his navel on proud display. Midway through the afternoon, though, the kiddo seemed to become strangely preoccupied by all the human beachgoers. He’d glance at people’s faces, their sternums, their exposed navels, and then scowl in confusion. At one point he excitedly ran up to a dark skinned young woman with hair like Garnet’s to give her a high-five, and returned puzzled, his lips pressed in a thin line. At the time, Greg didn’t understand what all of his bewildered, curious gawking was about, and quietly instructed him not to bother other people. But now, given this latest comment, a theory builds in his mind... oh stars, was he looking for their gems?

Did he somehow assume both from his own and from his frequency of interaction with Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl that everyone had one hidden somewhere?

Swallowing, he deliberately makes it a point to mask his nervousness about this topic in front of his impressionable four-year-old child as best he can. Oh, boy. They haven’t had this sort of conversation yet. He always kinda feared it was coming, coursing towards him like a tidal wave faster and faster with each passing moment, but never in a million years did he imagine this moment would be tonight. And now, his tongue dry as a stone in his mouth, he finds himself at a complete loss for words. As best he knows, there’s no one else even remotely like Steven in the entire universe. How does one even convey this concept to their child in terms they’d understand?

Because even if he— ignoring the rose quartz gemstone embedded flush with his skin where a typical kid’s belly button would be— looks the part, Steven isn’t human. That much is obvious. That’s simply a fact. Humans don’t glow as babies. They don’t grow so ramrod still while sleeping that they appear like they’re not breathing at all. They can’t casually lift double their body weight at the tender age of four. Not to mention, in all his years of life thus far, he’s never gotten sick. Never gotten a scrape or cut that didn’t heal up completely in less than an hour. Not once. There’s no way that’s by mere coincidence, Greg muses, there’s gotta be another reason. He’s gotta have some sort of mega-boosted immune system or something, or magically healing cells. No branch of human science can successfully justify the alien nuances of his son’s existence. He just... is. He’s a walking miracle, the light of his life.

Steven’s never been a normal child, that’s for sure.

But how is a father supposed to lovingly and sensitively explain this to innocent ears?

“I, erm- I don’t have one of those, bud,” he says slow, still desperately sorting through his thoughts to figure out what else to say about this.

The kid stubbornly wriggles free from his arms, lifting up the bottom hem of his baggy pajama shirt to showcase the glittering pink gemstone resting at the center of his belly. “But I got one, an’ Amethyst an’ Pearl got one, an’ Garnet, she- guess what,” he says in an attempt at a whisper, wide eyed as if he’s about to impart some sacred knowledge. “She even got two gems!”

“That’s right, she does have two gems!” he nods, only barely holding back his chuckle at the hilarious solemnity of his kid’s proclamation. “But Steven, not everyone has ‘em like you and them. It’s something unique to the four of you. Y’see, they are Gems, just like me and everyone else in town are humans. It’s, um—“ his speech falters as he struggles to find words someone so young could possibly begin to understand— “it’s sorta just who they are.”

The corners of Steven’s mouth turn downwards in an exaggerated pout, and it’s immediately obvious that this blind, clumsy attempt at an explanation didn’t satisfy him one bit. Greg leans back against the inner siding of the van, gently tugging at a strand of his hair as he scours his mind for any potential solutions to this parenting quandary.

Think, think, think... How does one connect this topic to things such a young kid might understand?

“Listen, uh...” he begins again, marked hesitation tinting his voice. “Pearl’s been teaching you about bugs lately, right?”

However, if Steven— bless his heart— happened to notice his heightened nervousness, he sure doesn’t let it show on his face, instead enthusiastically jumping to answer his question.

“Uh-huh!” he nods, and then proceeds to happily babble about what he’s learned, flapping his hands in front of him as he does so. “She tells me all about bumble bees an’ stick bugs, an’ these...” His brow creases as he pauses, combing his memory for the right words. “...fuzzy worms? But they aren’t worms, ‘cause they sleep for really super long and then, then they get wings and fly away!”

He can’t help but smile at his son’s animation about this subject. He soaks up knowledge like a sponge, that’s for sure. Between Pearl and him, they’ve been trying to introduce him to some of the basics lately, stuff kids his age should know. Like reading, and writing, and counting, and music, and basic science. Pearl does the math and science, (those classes were never his wheelhouse in school), and he takes care of everything else. Given, erm... given their kinda strained history, they don’t exactly collaborate on lesson plans, but so far the arrangement seems to be working out okay. Steven’s having fun, at least, which is all that matters in the end.

“Oooh, caterpillars and butterflies, huh?” he says, reaching for the thick blanket folded up against the side wall of the van. “Well, y’wanna learn a cool new thing?”

His son bobs his head, his eyes glittering.

“All those bugs you named?” he begins, unfolding the blanket for the two of them as he goes. “They’re each types of completely different creatures, or, different species, we call ‘em. And humans and Gems, they’re types of species too. And every species has something that makes them unique, different from everything else. You know how all those bugs have special things the others don’t have, like the bumble bees and their stripes, and those caterpillars’ fuzz?”

“Yeah!”

“Well, that’s what it’s like for humans and Gems, too! Garnet and Amethyst and Pearl and you, you all have gemstones, just like yours right here,” he says, tapping a gentle finger over the rose quartz embedded at his midsection. Steven lets out a small giggle at the contact. “That’s your special thing as Gems, something humans don’t have.”

“What’ve humans have?” he asks in curiosity, tilting his head.

Greg purses his lips, his fingers subconsciously massaging the blanket’s rough, time-worn surface as he considers the elements that— from personal experience— he’d consider essential to human life. “Hmm. Well, let’s see... I guess... humans eat, and sleep, and grow from babies all the way until they’re adults. Gems don’t age. They don’t really... do any of that.”

“But I can do that!” he whines, brows creasing.

“Hm?”

“I thought you jus’ said I’m a Gem?”

Greg’s breath stills upon the deliverance of this pointed question, spoken with such youthful innocence, and yet wholly capable of penetrating through every layer of his ill-formed logic. He swallows hard. Once again, he is not prepared. He likely never could be.

His son... oh, his beloved Steven. Without meaning to, he keeps ignoring the inherent humanity that sets this boy apart from the rest of the Gems. He’s similar to them in many respects, yes, but he’s also not. He’s both, but...

He’s also neither.

He’s unique from everyone, his own thing altogether. Something entirely new.

Quite honestly, the best word he can grasp at to describe him is hybrid.

And while at this present moment he has no idea if he’s doing his son a disservice, othering him from the rest of humanity at such a tender age, he figures that he at least deserves to know the truth.

“You’re kinda- uh, both, at once, actually,” he clarifies, these very words acting as a beacon to clarify a wide range of once deep-seeded assumptions in his mind. “Gem and human. You’ve got special things from both sides, how funky is that?”

“Huh.” Steven mulls this new information over, and then flashes a toothy grin. “That's cool!”

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sweet-baby-abdl · 4 years ago

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Who's the Baby?

Author: Horatio Husky

Contains: Sissification, ABDL, Fantasy, Mind-altering

Chapter 1.

Babysitting

Scrolling through his Instagram feed was the only thing that kept Phillip's mind from brooding over the fact that today was probably not going to be as entertaining as his friends who were showing off on social media.

He looked up glumly to see the houses passing by as the car he sat in rumbled along the suburban streets, heading straight towards his aunt's house for a day of babysitting.

His mother had lightly scolded him before they had sat down in the car, chastising him for protesting in helping her sister out even after she said she would pay him well.

Fifty bucks for a whole afternoon of fun with my baby cousin... Hurray... the teenager thought to himself sarcastically, as the car made a left turn onto the street where his aunt lived.

"Oh don't look so grumpy Phil, this is the kind of stuff you can put down as work experience. Taking care of little kids is a more important job than you might think, plus it'll teach you some patience! You're getting paid too so remember to thank Aunt Becky, okay?"

"Yes Mom..." came the tired response as he rolled his eyes, adding a tally to the count of how many times his mother reminded him to thank his aunt. Counting this one, the amount was now at five.

"And don't forget, Penny is still really little so no rough-housing or horseplay, do you understand the young man?"

Yes, Mom!" came a more exasperated reply from Phillip. Of course, he knew not to play roughly with a little girl, he might have been a grumpy teenager from time to time but he was never mean or unfair.

No, Phillip wasn't worried that he wouldn't know how to properly play with a little girl, in fact, he could imagine pretty clearly what games she would probably be interested in playing. He was more concerned over the fact that he would probably be bored out of his mind the entire time.

Thankfully he had slipped some of his advanced math assignments into his backpack, he was sure he'd be able to find a spare hour or two while his cousin preoccupied herself to at least get ahead on a little homework.

As the minivan pulled into his aunt's driveway he groaned internally, seeing the mess of children's toys spread across the front lawn which he knew extended into the house.

His aunt always believed that a child's environment shouldn't be too constricted or organized to allow them to use their creativity to their fullest. Philip just interpreted this as a lame excuse to not have to clean up after Penny's famous 'playtime adventures' she always subjected her babysitters to.

Opening the door and shouldering his backpack, he hopped out of his car and waved at his mom as she pulled out of the driveway, making it pretty obvious that she was not in the mood to interact with her sister either.

Real encouraging Mom... he thought to himself, as he watched his mom wave cheerily back as she slowly accelerated down the street, taking a right and vanishing from his sight.

Mentally preparing himself, he turned around on his heels and walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell twice.

"PHILLY!" came a muffled scream from behind the door, which he knew belonged to his baby cousin. She was six years old now, but everyone still referred to her as the baby cousin of the family, as she was the youngest.

He heard the doorknob jiggle as the door sprung open and Penny looked up at him with a wide smile across her face, leaning back she yelled into the house.

"Mommy Philly is here! Philly is here!"

"Come on in Phillip! I'm baking cookies!

Penny grabbed his hand, practically pulling him inside of the house as she leaned over and pulled the door shut with more a little more force than was probably necessary. Feeling grateful that at least her hand wasn't sticky, Phil allowed himself to be pulled along down the hallway and into the kitchen.

His aunt Becky greeted him with a smile that went up to her eyes, looked up from the tray of cookies she was just pulling out of the oven.

"Hi there sweetie, come here and try one while they're still hot and gooey!"

Phillip couldn't help but smile, sure his aunt was a little be eccentric compared to his own family but she did now how to make somebody's day. He and Penny walked over, Phil grabbing a cookie gingerly and blowing on it before taking a small bite.

Delicious, as always. Aunt Becky beamed as she saw her nephew enjoying her baking, clucking her tongue with amusement as she walked over to the dough she was kneading.

"As your grandma always said, the best way to get to a man's heart is through his stomach. Why don't you two grab an extra cookie and mosey on over to the living room, hmm?"

Philip did not need to be prodded twice, eagerly he snatched up another cookie before finishing his first one and walked over to the living room, unshouldering his backpack and letting it drop softly onto the ground.

Becky followed suit, plopping herself down right next to him on the couch as he rummaged through his backpack, having placed the cookies in his mouth to free both of his hands.

Having yet to master the concept of personal space, at least according to Philip, his cousin scooched over on the couch until she was practically pressing up against him, looking curious as to what he was going to bring out of his backpack.

"Oh oh! Did you bring any toys? Or coloring books? Or movies? What's in the bag, Philly?"

Feeling slightly annoyed at his cousin's incessant questions, he responded with a dry, "Nope, homework!"

A thick, red colored textbook labeled, "Calculus Based Physics for the Advanced" along with a calculator, a few pencils, and an eraser tumbled out of his backpack.

Penny wore an almost sour expression, and her nose turned up slightly as she exclaimed, "Ewwww, you brought homework? That's like, the opposite of fun."

Phillip rolled his eyes, he obviously could not expect his baby cousin to understand his love with problem-solving and his enjoyment of mathematics. Still, he rolled his eyes at her disgust.

"Math can be fun Penny, it is fun for me because I've become pretty good at it."

A half grin formed on his face as suddenly he opened the book to a random page, swiftly shoving it towards Penny's face and exclaiming, "Ooohhhh scary math book!"

She screamed in response, tumbling off of the couch with a giddy smile on her face as she ran away from him and out of the living room, presumably to take refuge in her room.

Phillip rolled his eyes once more and took a sizable bite out of one of the cookies as he opened his notebook up, his mind already returning to the problem that he had last been trying to work through.

Just as he felt he had just figured out an effective strategy, he felt something impact the back of the couch and his vision was filled with pink fur.

"Bunny says hello Philly!"

Annoyed, Phillip pulled the large, pink bunny stuffie that his cousin had draped over his head off of him, looking over at her sideways to indicate that he was not amused with her distractions.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to express his perturbance, Aunt Becky bustled into the room with her coat on and a handbag slung over her shoulder.

"Alright darlings! I'm going to be heading out to run a few errands and to see some friends, I'll see you all later this evening! Behave now!"

With that, she walked out of the house and closed the door behind her with a soft click.

Penny turned her eyes over to Phillip, the sparkle in them practically shining out of them as she exclaimed.

"Let's play pretend!"

Phillip shook his head, nodding towards the unsolved math problems he still had to complete.

"I need to get these done, I want to get ahead on my homework this week."

"Pleeeeeeaaaaase? Pretty pretty pleeeaaaase?"

Her bottom lip quivered, and for a second Phillip was concerned that she would actually start crying. That is until he remembered that she seemed to have developed a special talent for crocodile tears.

"No, Penny. I need to work, go find something to play with by yourself."

"Aww come on! You're no fun! I'll tell your Mom that you didn't give me any attention at all if you don't play with me!"

Phillip realized that maybe his little cousin was a little bit more advanced than he imagined, for he did not want Penny to complain to his Mom about how bad a job he did. After all, he did promise that he would look after Penny.

Moving slowly and lethargically, as to indicate that he was not doing this willingly and only because she would not stop nagging, he put away his maths homework while Penny jumped up and down excitedly.

"Fine, we can play a little bit but only for a little bit, I do need to finish this homework today. Does that sound fair?"

"Okay! Okay! That sounds good to me! Let's play house! Let's play house!"

At this she jumped off the back of the couch and started running around it in circles, skipping from foot to foot as she began to sing excitedly.

"I'm gonna be the babysitter! And you're gonna be the babysat!"

Phil rolled his eyes, of course his baby cousin would choose the least fun option for him. He had a feeling that most people his age, even those who despised math, would choose it over a game like this. Then again, he did have a pretty big bias.

"Fine, I'll be the baby. But only for a little bit, understand?"

Penny seemed to not register his indignation as she dashed out of the living room, yelling behind her.

"I'll grab all the props! You sit tight baby!"

I can't believe I actually agreed to do this... I have to pretend to be a baby to a six-year-old? This sure isn't something I'm going to be sharing at lunch tomorrow...

He sat on the couch glibly, resting his chin on his hand as he waited for her to come back. Within a minute he heard her footsteps coming back down the hallway, and saw that she held in her arms an overwhelming amount of pink, frilly clothes and other accessories.

Phil watched as she practically collapsed onto the soft carpeting in front of the couch, dropping all of the things she had gathered onto the floor.

With his eyebrow raised, he saw Penny resurface from the pile of play clothes and baby props she had gotten, and pull out a pink dress with white ruffles on the shoulders and around the waist that looked to be just around her size.

Phil noted the skirt was covered with frills and pink ruffles, almost to a ridiculous extent. He wondered where his aunt had even found such a thing, perhaps at a costume store or purchased online for a Halloween costume.

Before he had an opportunity to further ruminate as to where his cousin had gotten so many things, Penny exclaimed.

"You're the baby girl, put this dress on!"

Phil's eyes widened as he realized what his cousin was expecting, he had thought at least he was going to be a baby boy. He had expected to be wearing baby blues and greens, not pinks and purples.

"No."

"Pleeeeeease!"

"I said no."

"Aw come on, let's play pretend! I'll let you do all the homework you want after we're done!"

Stealing himself and glancing at the window as if somebody might be there, peering in on them, he rolled his eyes and nodded as Penny squealed with glee.

She scampered over to him, dress still in hand and pulled him up to his feet.

"We're going to pretend this dress fits perfectly on you, so come here so I can put it on you!"

Reluctantly, Phil kneeled down and bent his head forward so that she might pull the dress over his head. As she did so he pulled his arms upwards, pushing them through the holes in the sleeves and his head through the collar.

Penny tugged, and pulled the dress all the way down until he had put the whole thing on completely. Phil looked down on himself, noting that the frilly skirt went down just above his knees. The short, puffy sleeves stopped just past his shoulders.

He grimaced, wondering what he would look like in front of a mirror.

As if she had read his mind, Penny ran over to the corner of the living room where he saw a bunch of big colorful boxes containing her toys were placed. Opening the lid of one of the boxes, Penny lifted out a large, stand-alone mirror just around her height.

She placed it gently on the ground and wheeled it over to Phil, who when he saw himself standing there, dressed in a well-fitting dress. He could not help himself, he blushed bright red causing Penny to squeal with delight.

"Philly baby looks super cute! She must love her dress to have such wosey cheeks, huh wittle baby?"

His blush only furthered at her baby talk, realizing that he was growing quite embarrassed from the spectacle.

"Yeah yeah yeah I look adorable, okay what's next let's keep this moving."

Without warning, Penny walked up to him from behind the mirror and jumped up, popping something into his mouth.

The small pacifier he had seen tumble out of his bundle of props had now been lodged in his mouth, the bulb practically filling it entirely and making it very difficult for him to speak.

He tried to pull it out, noting the pink guard and the sparkles that it had been covered with as Penny exclaimed.

"Ah ah ah! Fussy babies get pacis! And you were being a very fussy baby girl!"

Phil suckled on the bulb a few times, feeling rather sheepish at having been told off by a six-year-old like he was the baby cousin in the family.

He shook his head, whatever, he thought to himself, as long as this speeds up play time...

Chapter 2. Tea Party

Phillip looked down at the frills and ruffles that now surrounded his waist and legs, it almost seemed as if the color pink seemed even more intense and girlish now that he was wearing it.

Whatever... let's just get this all over with... suckling on the pacifier, he stood in front of the couch and watched Penny continue digging through the pile of props she had brought.

"Found it!"

Resurfacing from the pile, Penny proudly held up a pink, loudly crinkling baby diaper decorated with patterns of rainbow ponies, princesses dressed in similar clothes to Philip waving magical wands, and castles waving cheerfully colored flags.

"I used to wear these when I was a baby! But now you're a baby and babies need to wear diapers because they're not potty trained! Now we're going to pretend, come over and lay down so that I can change you into your big diapers now baby girl!"

Where did she even find that thing? Hmmm, knowing Aunt Becky she probably saved a few for sentimental purposes.

He looked around, noting the vast amount of knick knacks and various other useless items that seemed to decorate the entire house. It made sense to him that her aunt would have kept a few spare diapers for sentimental purposes.

He sighed, laying himself down and allowing her cousin to place him into the diaper, unfolding it and taping it onto him. It took a few attempts to do so, as her fingers kept getting stuck on the tapes.

Every time she got stuck she giggled loudly, which only made the diapering process even longer as Philip found himself covering his face in shame, the pacifier still firmly lodged in his mouth and getting suckled on as he tried to not think about what was happening.

After a minute, she patted his diapered behind affectionately.

"All diapered up baby girl! Now you can make all the tinkles and stinkies you want and it'll stay in your diapers for your babysitter to change!"

Philip gathered himself to his feet again, feeling the thick padding between his thighs driving his legs apart several inches. The diaper hugged his waist firmly, its thickness and apparently absorbency not lost on Philip as he couldn't help but marvel just how well the diaper fit him.

"It's a good thing that I have diapers in your size too! You seem like a baby that probably makes extra big messes too!"

She stifled a giggle behind her palm as Philip's face reddened once again. He clasped his hands nervously in front of him, feeling grateful that the dress at least seemed to cover the diaper well, although his extra padded behind was a little bit more distinct outlined than it had been previously.

Penny began to skip and dance around him, singing in her sing-song tone of hers.

"Philly is a baaaby! Philly is a baaaby! Philly is a baaaby and we all faaall down!"

With that, she flounced down onto the pile of clothes backwards, falling into a fit of giggles. Philip found himself sitting on his butt, the pink, girlish diapers helping to cushion his fall as he realized he must have fallen down at the same time as her.

I didn't... why did I... but I didn't...

He felt utterly confused, it was almost as if he had instinctively obeyed Penny when she had exclaimed that they would all fall down, but he did not even consider falling down. He had simply done as she had commanded.

Before he had further time to ruminate, Penny jumped up once more and exclaimed happily.

"Okay baby girl, it's play time!"

Grabbing him by the hand, she led him over into her room. Phillipy found that his ability to walk was now significantly hindered, and he was forced to waddle awkwardly the entire way over to her doorway.

"Awww, wittle baby's learning how to toddle! What a good little baby girl!"

Penny cooed loudly, gently squeezing his hand as she grinned up at him, the gaps in her teeth where she had lost her baby teeth proudly displayed.

where he found that several stuffed animals, chairs, and a toy tea set had been set up and was waiting for them when they walked in.

"I already set everything up, you can take a seat next to Mr. Monkey!"

A large stuffed monkey sat closest to the door, leaning slightly to his side with a large, happy expression sewed across his face.

An elephant, giraffe, alien, and a pink bunny were also seated around the table, each propped up in plastic chairs and leaning slightly to one side or another.

Crinkling loudly, Philip maneuvered himself over to the table and sat down, looking around at the other guests at the table and then examining the tea cups and set in front of him.

"It's tea time everyone! And we have a very special guest today, a little baby girl that I'm babysitting named Philly!"

Phillip looked around, and saw that all of the stuffed animals had straightened themselves up now. While their facial expressions had not changed from the blank or happy faces they had displayed previously, they seemed to actually look at him alertly.

As Penny sat herself down, they accompanied and copied her movement as she reached for a cup of tea and brought it to her lips, slurping loudly.

The stuffed animals grasped their cups in turn, bringing them to their nonexistent lips and tipping the cups backwards as if pouring the tea into their mouths.

Philip reached over to do the same, but he must have moved to hastily or misjudged the distance. He grasped over the cup, but his fingers clumsily moved over it, tipping it over to its side and spilling the tea all over the table cloth.

"Oh no! Baby made a biiiiig mess! Silly me for thinking that a little baby girl like you can sip tea from a cup like a big girl like me! Let me get the big baby a baba to dwink fwom!"

Delving into her baby talk towards the end of her sentence, the little girl jumped up from her seat and dashed out of the room, quickly returning with a plastic baby bottle toy that was colored white, indicating that it was full of milk.

"Open wide baby! We gotta get all the num-nums into your tum-tums!"

Before he had a chance to protest, Penny pulled the large pacifier from his mouth and forcefully inserted the nipple of the bottle into his mouth.

Without even thinking, he began to suckle earnestly from the bottle, letting the sweet, warm milk trickle into his mouth for him to swallow.

His cheeks burned with blush, and he found it difficult to put together the thoughts or words to protest. He knew something about this did not feel right, but he just could not finger out why. It was as if every time he tried to think about it some pleasant, stifling cloud floated over his mind.

He felt as if his thoughts were dampened, and it was just so much easier to listen to his babysitter and drink from the bottle, just like the good little baby girl that he knew she wanted him to be.

He continued to drink for several minutes, feeling the contents of the bottle filling the inside of his tummy causing him to feel warm and soft.

Penny stood patiently holding the bottle to his lips, and she continued to coo and gush over him praising him for being such a helpless little thing and a very good girl for being so hungry for her baba.

His cheeks began to feel sore from his blushing, and he was just beginning to think that his insides might burst from the effort when at last the bottle was finished.

"Good girl! Now it's time to burp the baby!"

Grabbing his arm gently she pulled him forward, resting his chest against her shoulder as she began to pat his back firmly.

When after a few pats he let out a loud belch, his eyes widened in surprise. He had not expected for the pats to actually work, and the redness returned to his cheeks as a single coherent thought managed to bubble itself to the surface of his consciousness.

My baby cousin just burped me like a newborn infant...

"There, aaall better! Doesn't that feel better, baby girl?"

Gently pushing him back into his previous sitting position, she grabbed his arm once again and pulled him to his feet.

"Now it's time to play with toys! Oh oh, let's play with some dollies and blocks! I'll try and teach the baby how to spell her pretty name!"

With no choice other than to follow, and his head still feeling foggy, he was dragged by her over to the corner of her room next to her bed, where a toy chest sat practically overflowing with toys.

Kneeling next to the large chest, she began to rummage through the large container.

"Sit, baby!"

She commanded, and immediately Phillip flopped down onto his seat, waiting patiently for her as she began to take out toys. Dolls, styrofoam blocks, several large building blocks, a stacking ring set, and a few jingly toys that were obviously intended for a child much younger than her.

"Oh these are just perfect for you! We've got plenty of baby toys for little girls like you to play with!"

The burning in his cheeks did not subside as he suckled on his pacifier nervously, eyeing the various playtime toys she had brought out and already finding himself tempted to pick some of them up.

He was not sure why he felt as if something was wrong, should he not be excited to be getting to play with his babysitter?

He shook his head once more, a frown forming on his face as he knitted his brows. Was he not supposed to be the one that was babysitting? Did he not have homework to do?

Just as he was trying to remember what kind of homework he was supposed to be doing, Penny reached over and handed him one of the stacking ring sets.

"Here you go baby girl, try and put it back together again!"

She proceeded to unstack the rings, placing them gently on the carpeting around the spire as she chittered to him cheerfully, encouraging him to put them back together again.

He looked down, picking up some of the rings and appreciating their bright colors, marveling at how incredibly appetizing they looked.

He wondered why he had such a temptation to put them in his mouth, and before he realized it he heard a soft click as it bumped against his pacifier ring.

"Silly! Those aren't for eating! Aww, is the baby teething?"

Penny teased, reaching over to grab some blocks and arranging them in front of him, as if to spell something out.

He gazed at the letters, wondering what they were spelling out as the lines and shapes meant nothing to him.

Did he not know how to read? No, he thought dumbly as he picked up some of the blocks, stacking them on top of each other. Little baby girls do not know how to read yet, do they?

The sudden barrage of thoughts seemed to be too much for his head, for he opened his mouth and his pacifier almost fell out of his mouth.

Penny piped up, cooing over him as she spoke to him in an almost sing-song voice.

"Awww, is the wittle baby tiwed? Does somebawdy need a naaap?"

A feeling of indignation feeled the teenager's mind, and he instinctively crossed his arms, puffing his cheeks out and shaking his head, a frown forming on his face.

"Wooks wike the wittle baby is fussy! Probably in big need of a nap, let's give the baby girl her bottle first though!"

Jumping up, Penny ran out of the room leaving Phil's cheeks to blush as he realized that he was going to be bottlefed by a six year old.

Still, he had a hard time figuring out why such a thing would be so embarassing, after all he was just a baby girl and Penny was his babysitter.

Or... is it the other way around?

Running back into the room, a toy baby bottle firmly grasped in her land, she grabbed the oversized-looking baby and lead him over to a part of her room occupied by several large, friendly looking stuffed animals.

"Sit down here sweetie while Penny-wenny gives you your baba before you go ni-ni!"

With that childish sentence complete, she pointed down onto the ground, where Phillip found himself immediately and obediently sitting down upon, moving in unison Penny gently guided his head into her waiting lap.

Once comfortable lounging in the 6 year old's lap, Penny promptly popped out his pacifier and unceremoniously shoved the nipple of the practically dripping bottle into his mouth.

The formula tasted slightly bitter, and he had concentrated to keep himself from choking as he gulped down swallow after swallow.

While he drank, Penny petted his hair affectionately, commenting on what a good little baby girl she had and how well she was eating up her din-din.

As per usual, his cheeks were a fiery red as his mind searched further for a reason why he should not be in this situation.

At last the bottle was emptied, and before he could realize what was happening he let out a large belch, just as the nipple of the bottle was released from his lips.

"Good girls! Making burpies for her sitter!"

Penny praised with delight, as she set the bottle aside and stood up, beckoning for Philip to do the same.

Moving as if his body were no longer under control, he watched as she lead him over to a makeshift crib she had fashioned out of her bed, lining the edge of her bed with various toys and stuffed animals to attempt to simulate a crib.

"Now it's time to put the little baby to bed, ni-ni sweetie!"

She lowered the bars of the crib, pointing inside to instruct him to crawl inside. Whining, his cheeks still burning he did so, laying his head down onto a pillow.

"Don't forget your binky little one, sweet dreams!"

Almost reflexively, Philip began to suckle on the pacifier as the bars of the crib were raised. He felt a sudden fatigue washing over him, as if the playtime and everything they had done together leading up to this point had actually tired him out.

He brought the blanket closer to his chin, snuggling down onto the mattress as he faded into sleep. He mumbled something into the pacifier, something along the lines of not feeling tired at all.

Penny giggled, skipping out of the room before turning around, and quietly closing the door behind her.

Right before she shut it, she whispered, "Goodnight sweetie, thanks for playing!" before shutting the door with a click.

Epilogue

Philip blearily opened his eyes. What met his gaze was the sight of the girlish bedroom that he had been playing in just a few hours before.

He blinked a few times, readjusting his vision as the room came into focus once again. He looked around the room in slight confusion.

Wasn't he supposed to be doing something with Penny?

He frowned, suckling on the pacifier bulb still lodged in his mouth as his diaper crinkled loudly as he sat up in bed.

Baby... babysitting?

He looked down, seeing the frilly pink dress and feeling the thick, cushioning feeling of the diaper resting beneath his bottom.

A yawn escaped him, causing his pacifier to drop onto his lap as he rubbed his eyes, feeling as though he were still somehow asleep.

The door opened, and suddenly the sound of his mother talking to his aunt could be heard coming from the doorway.

"Oh yes, I know Philip can be quite the handful sometimes. But you know, what can you do about kids these days."

Before he was able to react properly, the door opened and Penny burst through the door.

"Oh! You're awake baby, your Mommy is here to pick you up from babysitting! You're going home now!"

Before he had finished processing the information, the door opened wider and his mother stood in the doorway, shaking her head side to side with a broad smile on her face.

"Well, well, well it looks like a certain little princess just woke up from her nap! I wonder what kind of mischief Penny is going to tell me that you got up to today, huh missy?"

She strode forward and popped the pacifier that had fallen into his frilly lap back into his mouth, gently stroking his hair as she tut-tutted over him.

"My goodness you really must have been a tired little girl, huh? Are you ready to go home now after Penny did such a good job babysitting for me?"

Philip was unable to respond, something told him that his mother usually did not talk to him in such a manner.

As pleasant as it felt to be doted over as much as she was doing, it almost felt like he might be a little too old for this kind of treatment.

Feeling confused, tired, and the slight urge to pee. He was about to open his mouth to respond when a sudden warmth began to grow on the front of his diaper.

He looked down, his cheeks reddening suddenly as he realized that he was now wetting uncontrollably into the front of his diaper.

Penny giggled, pointing with her finger as her other hand covered her mouth as she exclaimed.

"Look! Philly's had a wittle accident in her diaper!"

Upon the conclusion of this statement, Philip felt almost as if he were about to cry. It truly had been an accident, he had noticed a slight twinge in his bladder upon waking up but nothing prepared him for the fact that he apparently had lost complete control.

As the front of his diaper swelled to a larger, more pronounced size and the color of the rainbow ponies turned into a more yellowish tinge.

Reaching over his mother gently felt the front of his now exposed padding, gently squishing it with her fingers before placing a finger inside the lining of the front of his diaper and checking the inside for wetness.

"I think my little princess really soaked this one! Here sweetie, let's take you home and get you changed into a fresh diaper. I've already got all your stuff in the car. Hop up sweetie!"

With surprising strength his mother scooped him up into her arms, placing a protective yet firm hand underneath his bottom as she lifted him up.

Helpless to stop her, the poor sissified baby could only look behind his mother's shoulder back at Penny, who wore a particularly proud expression.

She beamed at him, waving with both hands and yelling.

"Bye bye baby girl! See you later!"

His mother stepped out of the door of his aunt's house and headed towards the car, humming under her breath as she opened the sliding door to his van.

"There we are, now let's buckle you up into your kiddy seat."

Looking behind him Phil saw to his confusion that a large baby seat with a particularly robust looking harness was now installed, the straps open and waiting for somebody to be placed inside.

With a crinkle and a slight squelching noise, his bottom was deposited into the waiting seat. Pulling the straps over his limbs, the buckles clicking into place giving him a strong sense of security.

Still feeling confused, embarrassed, and slightly sleepy the poor oversized baby could only suckle on his pacifier helplessly as he watched his mom walk up to the driver's seat.

He blinked his eyes slowly, everything was beginning to feel too complicated and confusing to him. He yawned once again, without even realizing it wetting a little bit more into the front of his diapers as his eyelids grew heavy.

He had a feeling that something still wasn't all that right, but with the comfort of the harness keeping him in place as his Mommy peeled out of the driveway, he had a feeling that everything would be alright.

Just before he fell asleep once again, his mother spoke softly to him, as if attempting to further lull him into a sense of security.

"Now I know you get all fussy when your diaper gets soggy and you don't get changes for a bit princess, but I promise that once we get home I'll run you a nice, warm bath and make you a baba, okay sweetie?"

Philip wanted to respond, but that would have required taking the pacifier out of his mouth. That was something that he really did not want to do.

The sissy baby simply let out a sigh of acknowledgement, and snuggled down deeper into his harnessed seat. A nap sounded just about perfect right now.

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nothingunrealistic · 3 years ago

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naturally was going "hmm what kind of fins (fish) would young taylor in the bathtub wish for. how would we know what they think would be the best fish tail to have" & then was just thinking of Younger Taylor Hcs just in general. got any you'd wanna share, or like, any faves from what's been provided either as unofficial ideas or via those glimpses of info in the show's text. Fave can be in a "truly enjoy this" way & or simply more of a "truly Thinking About This An Extra Lot" sense lol. They

Boy Do I… first, a listing of everything we Know from canon about their childhood / early life / family:

taylor grew up in “a place like” connerty’s small apartment where “the heat pipes bang practically all night” in the winter [2x11]

taylor’s mom would deem the apartment they rented for her & douglas too expensive, and if she & douglas were shopping for furniture, they’d argue about how much things cost [4x07]

taylor never thought they’d be thinking about living a life where they book private jets [2x09]

the masons’ home is hundreds of miles from any body of water (as shown here) and douglas had to fly to nyc to see taylor [4x03]

douglas figures taylor’s mom won’t miss him getting in her way back home [4x03]

taylor has a sister; when she gets married, in michigan, taylor is part of the wedding party [2x09]

at a young age, taylor was always measuring information around them, and sweet / affectionate, especially toward douglas [4x03]

taylor’s favorite cereal as a kid was frosted flakes [4x09]

taylor was never really douglas’s “little girl” like he claims [4x03]

the first time douglas brought taylor to his lab, it meant a lot to them, and the next day they gave him designs to remake it [4x06]

douglas taught taylor: “don’t just have an idea, build the model that proves it” [4x07]

according to douglas, taylor gets the “unyielding compulsion to get it right” from him, and their relationship was best when they “kept things mathematical” [4x03]

douglas wishes he could have built real wealth / success and given it all to taylor [4x03]

wendy mentions to taylor that douglas has “exploited your need for his approval,” and taylor agrees that douglas only cares about his own advancement rather than being a father first [4x07]

douglas dislikes the military / the government [4x06]

taylor is surprised by douglas quoting a pop song [4x07]

when taylor was younger, the bathtub was the only place they could go to be alone and think, and they’d press their legs against the sides hard enough to make them go numb [3x11]

taylor started playing online poker at age 12 under the screen name ZackCody892 and played up to 16 tables at a time (and for thousands of hours) [2x03]

douglas was fired from his job at an aerospace firm when taylor was in 7th grade. this firing damaged their relationship with him and “affected the home life.” for years, taylor thought douglas had been fired so that the firm could steal his invention, and only found out the truth from his personnel file [2x11, 4x05, 4x06]

taylor has had 927 hours of therapy prior to their session with dr. gus, and that number hasn’t changed at their first session with wendy [2x03, 2x08]

douglas, in bringing taylor food and coffee, claims they rarely take the time to look after themself [4x04]

taylor used to lie to themself and others but is now past that, and knows “how hard it is to have things inside you that you can’t communicate” and “what it’s like to face public scrutiny over who you are” [2x08, 3x02, 4x04]

when taylor reminds douglas about their pronouns, he says “this talk again?”, implying it’s a discussion they’ve had before [4x03]

taylor once got into a bar fight with a high school classmate (it’s unclear whether they were still in high school at the time) after seeing y tu mamá también in a theater [5x07]

taylor was active in occupy wall street in college [2x10]

taylor played poker in college against classmates, grad students, & professors, but their opponents kicked them out for winning too much; additionally, the competitive aspect made them sick (described as “malaise” or “vertigo-like symptoms”) [2x03, 4x12]

taylor planned to go to chicago for grad school and study with eugene fama [2x02]

mafee picked taylor as his intern because they were the only applicant who wasn’t boring / didn’t care about the same bullshit that everyone from wharton or harvard did [5x04]

douglas initiated the visit to taylor, claiming it was because he’d missed them, after not being ready to see them even though taylor’s mother wanted to visit countless times [4x03, 4x07]

taylor is trying to be “everything to their father” in funding his company, and neither of them will be able to come back from taylor being forced to betray him [4x06, 4x07]

wow that’s a long list. and now, my own thoughts and extrapolations:

taylor grew up somewhere in the west / midwest with their parents and sister, who’s a few years older than them, in a house small enough that they had to share a bedroom with her. hence, needing to hide out in the bathtub to get any space & time alone.

from very early on, taylor was douglas’s favorite child and he was their favorite parent — douglas saw taylor’s intelligence & insight (and saw himself in them) and chose to put time & effort into teaching / guiding / molding them, hoping they’d one day follow in his footsteps / support his ambitions, and taylor liked that attention & recognition. (douglas’s attitude toward taylor’s sister is essentially “well she’s here too i guess.”)

douglas taught taylor enough about aerospace engineering & mathematics for them to understand the value of his lattice fin concept, and to generally have a better grasp of engineering concepts than your average (even very well-read) business major / financier. (remember how rebecca knew a robot’s “proprietary” power source was a combustion engine because her father was a mechanic? same deal here. see also: the “smash electronics apart to find the microchips inside and figure out who makes them” strategy; taylor comparing losing grigor’s money to building a turbo engine and having the nitrous tank blow up in their face.) this manifested in both directly teaching them in his lab and in playing games like the silverware-stacking game we see in 4x03, or like douglas throwing out math problems for taylor to solve on the spot, or the two of them solving math problems together.

douglas also imparted his taste in music (which does not include anything new / popular) to taylor, though their taste as an adult (or even as, like, a teenager) isn’t identical to his. this is how they discovered rush in the first place and why they have such strong opinions about The Best Rush Albums. (if douglas had such a ranking, it’d be closer to axe’s than to taylor’s.)

listening to rush helped make taylor a libertarian 😔 that’s just life when you’re a neil peart stan, which of course they are. they admire his lyrics + his drumming talent + his absolute poker face in performances.

douglas also taught taylor to play blackjack, which inspired them to go and learn poker on their own and start playing online. they tried to keep it a secret, but it's hard to be secretive about spending hours a day playing online poker on the family computer. (this is 2006 or so, after all.)

taylor figured out that they were Not A Girl (or at least had thoughts of “hm i don’t enjoy being addressed / perceived as A Girl”) fairly young but didn’t acquire a concrete vocabulary for / specific understanding of that for some time. (if douglas is calling they/them pronouns “that woke stuff” in 2019, he sure wasn’t saying anything clear or favorable about trans people in 2009 or 1999. ditto for online poker sites.)

douglas’s firing exacerbated every negative aspect of the mason family dynamic. he doubled down on pushing taylor toward his field, urging them to succeed where he’d failed, and warning them against letting anyone Steal Their Value. money got tighter, taylor’s parents argued more, and any activities taylor was in (like, say, swimming at the ymca) that required payment got cut; they may have figured out how to make money (illegally!) from online poker at this point. the combined stress of financial instability, being torn between pursuing their own ambitions and fulfilling douglas’s expectations for them, and increasing Gendered Expectations in general — plus the whole “playing online poker for hours a day” thing — probably put taylor in therapy within a few months, if they weren’t in therapy already. (how did their parents pay for it? i don’t know either.)

stealing this from that interview asia & brian & david did in 2017: if taylor had not already taught themself to think and speak directly & incisively and look people in the eye when they talk, et cetera, it started here, whether in therapy or on their own time.

taylor went to college in new york city. douglas did not want them to do this, for a number of reasons, and would have preferred they stick closer to home (and study something other than finance), but doing so would have made them miserable.

by the time they finished high school (circa 2012), taylor had properly heard of trans people and figured that they were somehow One Of Them, but not until college did they hear of people being nonbinary and go “ohhhh yeah that’s me.” (they’d also gotten a Short Haircut in high school, but didn’t go full buzzcut until college. unsurprisingly, they got some shit in high school for being Visibly gnc.)

for some period of time while figuring out their gender situation, taylor went by the name neil as a nod to neil peart. (it’s fun to imagine that they still have a faceless twitter / tumblr account where they go by neil. doubles as a way to prevent anyone connecting it to their real life.)

taylor came out to their family while in college. their mom and sister had fairly similar reactions of “well i don’t Get this exactly, but i love you and want to support you and i’m sure you know what you're talking about better than i do and you did clearly hate it every time i urged you to conform to Standards Of Womanhood so sure i can call you Them and my [child / sibling] :)” given some time to think about it. douglas… well. if he’s starting from a place of “i don’t get this,” he’ll end up at “so it must be wrong and stupid, because i’m always right,” especially if This = his favorite child being different in some significant way from who / what he thought they were. obviously he doesn’t react well or supportively, and the strain in his relationship with taylor tips over into full-blown estrangement. bad times for everyone.

if taylor’s bar fight happened when they were old enough to legally enter a bar, it happened after coming out to their family (also after the live poker fiasco), and before making plans for grad school / internships. most likely it was on a summer break they were spending back in their hometown. (another fun thought: taylor seeing the video of axe punching a guy, just weeks after they punched a guy, and going “well maybe i should work for him.”)

if douglas was at taylor’s sister’s wedding (and maybe he wasn’t!), it was awkward for everyone when he and taylor crossed paths again. barest of pleasantries, passive-aggressive comments, et cetera. naturally, it took a few more years — and douglas realizing that taylor, now being fairly wealthy and successful, could probably fund his dream project if they didn’t hate him — for him to decide to visit them.

#inbox #unproduciblesmackdown #billions #taylor mason #douglas mason #this post brought to you by ''if i had you'' and ''for your entertainment'' by adam lambert. absolute bangers #also partway through writing this i went and searched ''neil peart stan'' (sans quotes) on twitter and i definitely didn't get there first

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skullrock · 4 years ago

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the campers, chapter three - Steve x Reader

gif by @harringtown

chapter three: the truce

series summary: Steve gets a job as a camp counselor at Camp Know Where, intending on using the summer to discover himself. When things start to go wrong at camp, the only people that can help him are the Party, Hopper, and his mortal enemy - you. [Enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort]

chapter summary: You and Steve bury the hatchet - and you’re not happy that you’re kind of enjoying his company.

warnings: swearin’!

word count: 2.7k

a/n: you can catch up on the series here! hope yall like the developments!

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The next morning, you head off to breakfast, Dustin’s plea still ringing in your head. Once grabbing your food, you scan the cafeteria for Steve. You find him quickly, sitting by himself at a table in the corner. You can see him playing sadly with his french toast and bacon. It’s quite pitiful. Sighing heavily, you walk towards him, dragging your feet underneath you. You slam your tray down and pull out a chair. Steve looks up, surprised and confused.

“Hello?” he asks, leaning back slightly in his seat.

You don’t say anything. Instead, you take a drink of your juice, staring over the edge of your cup with narrowed eyes.

Steve wonders if maybe he’s a ghost. You don’t seem to be paying attention to him - well, except to glare. He looks around to see if anyone else notices, then clears his throat. “Uh -”

“I’m only sitting here because Dustin told me I should give you a chance, okay?” you spit. “That’s the only reason.”

“Oh.” Steve swallows hard and looks down at his tray again, unsure and anxious.

You continue to sit in silence while Steve picks at his food, before he finally says, “Look, I’m really sorry, okay?”

“Sure,” you scoff.

“I mean it!” He scoots his chair back and places his elbows on the table. “I really, truly mean it. I know I was a jerk -”

“Do you remember when you pushed me into the lake?”

He stares, dumbfounded.

“Or when you and your cronies stole my favorite t-shirt? Do you remember that?”

Steve frowns. “I don’t, but I’m sure it happened.”

You furrow your brows. “What do you remember?”

Steve leans back, thinking. A faint smile crosses his face. “I remember that bracelet you always used to wear. With the glass beads? It was blue, wasn’t it?”

You blink. “Yeah, it was.”

“I remember that.”

“What else do you remember?”

Steve sighs. “Not much. I remember I was a major asshole, but I don’t remember exactly what I did.”

“Maybe Tommy can remind you,” you say bitterly.

“Tommy?” Steve scoffs. “I haven’t talked to Tommy since junior year.”

“Oh.”

It’s quiet for a moment until he says, “I really am sorry. You didn’t deserve that. No one did. God… I was such an asshole.”

You laugh. “You don’t have to talk about yourself like that just because I’m here.”

His brows furrow. “But I mean it.” He pushes his french toast with his fork again. “I don’t even know who I am anymore. I just know I don’t like who I was.”

You both frown, staring down at the table. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, though - it feels more comfortable than anything between you two has ever been.

You realize that Steve’s a broken boy. He fell hard on his royal ass, and now he’s nothing but a jester. You feel pity for him. You can see your younger self in him, lacking confidence and self love. He’s lost and confused, and he desperately needs someone to provide him a map. You decide you’re going to help him, as much as you dislike him.

You extend your hand out to him. “Truce?”

Steve blinks. “What?”

“I want to call a truce.”

Steve stares at your hand hesitantly before taking it, shaking firmly. You drop your hand and resume eating, asking him about what he’s been up to since the last time you saw him. Steve’s shocked, but happy. He starts to eat his own food, finally, feeling a bit better about himself.

===

“I got a C- in chemistry,” Steve says.

“Then what are you doing here?”

You’re trying to teach Steve some of the more elementary-level chemistry experiments. He has to learn how to do everything before he’s placed where he most excels. You know immediately he won’t be excelling here - which is fine, of course. So you attempt to teach him some fun things that would most likely impress a boy who paid more attention to girls than class.

“I didn’t fail,” he says. “I just… barely passed.”

“How many times did you use dumbass chemistry pickup lines on the girls in class?”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, but he’s smiling. “What are we doing?”

“It’s called ‘cloud in a bottle.’” You hand him a pair of goggles. “Put these on.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do you want to burn your eyes out?”

“But I don’t look good in these.”

You roll your eyes, putting yours on. “Who are you trying to impress, Steve? There’s no one here.”

He sighs loudly and puts them on, adjusting his hair to make himself look more presentable. You roll your eyes once again and hand him a plastic bottle and alcohol. “Pour enough in to just cover the bottom.”

He does so. You notice how his eyebrows knit together when he thinks, how he bites his tongue to focus. Quietly, you say, “You’ve got this, Steve.”

“Thanks.”

“Swirl it around in the bottle so it coats the sides.”

He does so dramatically. You can tell he used to be the class clown. You take it from him when he’s done and place it down, grabbing an inflation tube and a rubber stopper. You put them together as Steve watches - he seems interested, at least. You put the rubber stopper attached to the inflation tube into the top of the bottle. “Watch this, okay?”

You start to pump the inflater, allowing air to enter the bottle. You firmly push on the rubber stopper to keep it in the bottle. Steve thinks you’re overdoing it - it looks like the bottle is just going to combust. He almost says something, but you finally stop, quickly removing the stopper. When it’s removed, a cloud shows itself in the bottle, coming out of the top as well.

Steve jumps back. “Holy shit!”

You laugh. “Yeah, man, it makes a cloud!”

Steve runs a hand through his hair, then places them on his hips. “That’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Watch your mouth!”

He’s shocked. “There’s no kids here!”

You smile and elbow him gently. “Now you try the whole thing by yourself.”

Steve does so, and it goes well. He’s perhaps even more excited this time than he was the first time. He doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t have to. Clouds in bottles are cool.

“If this is what we did in class, I would have liked it more,” he says, taking off the goggles.

“You’re very easy to please.”

“It’s a cloud in a bottle, dude!”

“I’m aware,” you quip. “There’s more you should learn, but I think you would probably like to learn how to do something physical?”

He nods enthusiastically. “What do you have in mind?”

===

You’d never seen someone kayak for the first time without flipping, but Steve manages to do it flawlessly. He’s really good at it, too; his strong arms certainly help. You watch him as he smiles, dipping the paddle in the water; right, then left, smoothly and calmly. He learned the strokes easily, expertly reverse stroking and sweep stroking. He’s in his prime here on the lake, and you can’t help but smile as you watch him.

“This is the first time I’ve seen you relaxed.”

“I like moving,” he says. “Keeps my mind off of stuff.”

You nod. “Well, you’re pretty good at it.”

Steve smiles and avoids your eyes. “Thanks.”

The sun is setting, casting a pink and orange glow on the water and land. You bask in the breeze, Steve joining beside you. “It’s pretty, huh?”

“Yeah,” you breathe. “I love it out here.”

“Me, too.”

Steve doesn’t talk too much, or crack a smile around you; but he beams and hits your kayak with his paddle. “Race you to the shore?”

“No, Steve, that’s dangerous -”

He splashes water at you and grins, his nose scrunching. “You just don’t want to lose.”

You splash water at him, too, irritated, but it only sparks a war. Soon, you’re soaking wet, as is Steve, and you can’t stop laughing. You’re pissed - you don’t want him to make you laugh. And yet he does, dorky charm and toothy grin making you double over in your kayak.

“Okay, come on, cut it out,” you pant. “Seriously, Steve, stop.”

Steve’s a little disheartened - he thought you were having fun for once. But he relents, paddling slowly back to shore while you watch him, angry at yourself for giving in. You just wanted a truce, not a friendship. Despite your wishes, you can feel the cracks in your plan starting to form; and you’re starting to get a soft spot for the guy.

===

Over the next two weeks, Steve excels in everything. He takes a bit longer to grasp some of the STEM concepts, but he’s a fast learner. Steve surprises even himself at how good he’s doing, even getting the hang of math he never, ever knew before. He wonders if it’s from the learning environment. Whatever it is, he loves it, and he’s having a lot of fun. Even Dustin notices how good he’s doing.

“Holy shit, that might be the smartest thing you’ve ever said,” Dustin says one night at dinner. “I never thought you’d be able to explain what velocity is.”

Steve taps his fingers on his temple. “Knew this thing in my head would work sometime.”

“You’re doing great man, really,” Dustin says, reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “What do you think your designation will be?”

“I hope it’s intramurals.” Steve smiles faintly. “That would be pretty fun.”

“Yeah, well, the girls sure do like watching you.”

Steve drops his fork. “What? What girls? Which ones?”

Suzie comes over then, though, and Steve’s left in the dark. He’d ask you, later - you would probably give him the hard truth.

===

The next day, everyone waits to get their designations. You all wait in the conference room that you started in, chattering excitedly. Except for Steve, who is more anxious than he’d be if an interdimensional monster had sprung through the wall.

Steve bounces his leg beside you, and you reach out to stop him. “You’re shaking the entire table.”

“I’m nervous,” he groans. “What if they don’t place me anywhere?”

You roll your eyes. “First of all, you have to have a designation. Secondly, you’ve been good at everything. Stop worrying.”

“Am I good at everything?”

You almost make a joke, but you remember how unsure of himself he was the first day you officially talked to him. You turn to look at him, meeting his eyes. “You are, Steve. You’ve impressed everyone here. Even me. And that means a lot, because I don’t find you as attractive or cool as some of the other people here do.”

Steve gasps and leans forward. “Who?”

“Alright, don’t cream your pants, bud,” you say. “Everyone here is just really taken with you, alright?”

It’s true. The female cabin has not stopped talking about Steve since the first day. They’re in love with him - it makes you sick. You tried to reason with them, change the subject, but it’s no use. Steve’s the popular guy yet again, just like he was at camp when you were younger. It’s like a never ending cycle of hell when it came to Steve in your life. At least this time, the attention doesn’t go to his head.

Not only the women, but the men love him, too. They think he’s “righteous,” despite being mostly quiet. They like that he’s dorky, but strong and handsome at the same time. It gives them hope, which you find quite hilarious.

Your comments don’t deter them, though. Steve’s close with everyone at camp, loved by all: but he tends to stick to you for some reason. You’re his mentor, sure, but you don’t understand why he chooses to sit with you at lunch, or accompany you to the science labs. He’s like a fly that you can’t swat away - and you’re almost, kind of enjoying his company.

Steve leans back, trying to hide his smile. He doesn’t want to seem like the attention gets to his head, because it doesn’t. He just likes to feel liked. He likes to feel like he has a home where he’s comfortable, safe, and appreciated. He’s found that here, and he’s really happy about it. The light is back in his eyes, the spring back in his step, and he just feels like himself. For perhaps the first time in his life.

Josh enters and claps his hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. Steve grabs onto your bicep nervously, and you roll your eyes, shrugging out of his grip. He then starts to bounce his leg again, and you think maybe you should have just let him cling onto you instead.

“You’ve all impressed us so much the past two weeks!” Josh exclaims. “Really, really well done. We’ve found a place for everyone easily. Are you all ready?”

Steve’s stomach flips and his leg starts going faster.

“For fuck’s sake, Steve, calm down,” you hiss, but you feel excited for him, too. You elbow him gently and give him a reassuring smile.

Steve waits for his name to be called. Everything else seems like white noise as his thoughts race. What if he’s not good at anything? What if he gets placed somewhere that he isn’t good at? What if he fails?

“Steve, you’re on intramurals.”

He nearly jumps out of his chair. It takes all of his self control not to - instead, he punches the air under the table, a breath of relief coming out of him. You look over at him and hold up your hand, signaling for a high five. He gives you one - it makes your hand sting, but his happiness is infectious.

“You did it,” you whisper. “Good for you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You scoff. “No, Steve - you did it.”

I did it. It feels weird for him to say it in his head, but a wave of relief and calm runs over him. I did it.

You’re placed in the science area, of course, which you’d done last year. You consider yourself to be good at it - plus, the kids always had fun. Their reactions to the experiments were very similar to Steve’s, and it never failed to make you smile. You’d be able to see your favorite campers there, too. You were always impressed with what Dustin and Suzie could do.

As everyone files out, Steve looks to you, face twisted in concern. “What about you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Will I ever - you know - see you?”

It’s an odd question, and Steve hurriedly adds, “I mean - because we’re friends, you know. It would be weird not to see you now.”

“I’ll see you in the cafeteria and at night,” you say. “Weekends, too. The staff always has late night bonfires. I’ll see you there, okay?”

Steve nods. “Yeah, yeah, okay.” There’s another awkward pause before he adds, “Thanks for mentoring me. I learned a lot.”

A laugh escapes your lips. “You should thank Josh for putting us together when I begged him not to.”

Steve’s face falls. “You… begged not to be paired with me?”

You mentally kick yourself. “That was before the truce, Steve.”

He frowns and grabs his things. “Okay.”

Steve really thought you were actually friends now. And even if your begging was before the truce, it still hurt. He didn’t mean to bother you - he just thought you both got along well. His shoulders slump as he heads for the exit, and you call out, “Steve?”

He turns around, jaw clenched. “Yeah?”

“I’m happy he paired us.”

“You don’t have to say that -”

“I mean it.” You walk towards him and hold our your pinkie. “I mean it. I don’t want to enjoy your presence, Steve, but I do.”

He smiles and rolls his eyes a bit, taking your pinkie. “I’m just that irresistible.”

“Alright, don’t push it.”

“Right - sorry.”

===

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notkrispy · 4 years ago

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AITA: long post about what i’ve been up to in the past month

AITA: I’ve been prepping for the ACT test (for non-Americans, that’s a test that basically tests you on your basic foundational skills you’ve learned in your English, Math, and Science classes from 11-16 years of age, among other things) and my math in the ACT is particularly bad because I hate math and some math concepts are just not clicking for me, I don’t understand them, or I’ve been taught to do certain problems one way but never learned other ways to do the same problem, and as a result, my basic math skills are shaky and I’m not doing as well as I should be or want to.

My dad’s taken it up on himself to tutor me and go over the math section of the ACT practice tests I’ve been taking since he’s been taking math classes for all his life pretty much and he’s a computer engineer. It’s really bummed me out since my dad’s methods of teaching can be a little...unsteady, for lack of better word. I don’t agree with his methods of teaching, and I’m pretty sure the rest of my family don’t either, but we can’t say anything because he has a temper and when he gets mad, he gets mad. Sometimes he doesn’t listen to reason or thinks that an explanation I’ve made—that isn’t an excuse and is a perfectly valid reason for not doing so well—is me giving myself an excuse and me not being hard enough on myself to get a better score on the math section of the ACT. I should also add that every time I’m even around my dad, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells and I always have to watch what I’m saying in case I let slip something that would make him get pissed off.

My dad got pretty explosive a couple weeks ago, and while I think my dad has decent formulas and tricks to solve a math problem, his temper definitely got in the way of teaching. I’m not trying to paint myself in a positive light and my dad in a negative light, but he hit me about 3 times (twice on the arm and once on my temple) and pushed my face into the ACT book (my bottom lip felt a little weird afterwards since my teeth hit it). A week before that, he explicitly stated that I was just stupid (the practice test I had done that week had a bunch of stupid mistakes in it that I thought could have been improved on if I had either read the question better or took my time instead of trying to finish a test in a subject that I’m not good at).

Furthermore, literally an hour after that, he took my siblings and I out on a walk and asked me, “Are you mad at me?” I justified my answer by saying yes, and then didn’t elaborate since I started crying and didn’t want to cry in the park. He apologized (which, in my opinion, was made null considering he’s done this to my siblings and I since my mom passed away almost ten years ago), to which I nodded to show that I acknowledged it, but I didn’t accept his apology later when he apologized a second time.

Since then, I’ve still been practicing ACT, especially on the math portions. Every weekend is spent on ACT math, while the rest of the week is spent doing my coursework for school, as well as ACT prep for the other three subjects they test in (English, Reading, Science). I’m so tired of it all, and I just want it to be over. I keep telling myself that it’ll be over soon, since the ACT I’m taking is on February 23, which is a few weeks from now. But just because it’s over soon, doesn’t mean that it’s still really exhausting doing it all.

To avoid getting yelled and/or hit more, I’ve taken to looking through the answers before and after the test just so I can get a decent amount of questions right so that I don’t have to spend 8 hours a day on Saturdays and Sundays getting my mental health and ears damaged because I’m “too stupid” and “a dumbass”. (I’m cheating, basically.) I hate to do it, but it’s made my dad happier, which is good since I won’t get yelled at more or I won’t have to spend so long doing ACT when I haven’t even finished the week’s homework yet.

So my question is, am I the asshole for cheating on the ACT math practice test? I know it’ll come back and bite me in the ass later when I take the actual test, but I’d much rather not get yelled at right now because I’m doing so much and I’m just so tired and I just want to get through the week. I’ve taken to having worse sleeping habits too because I don’t have time during the day to myself, so I take another 2-3 hours at night to myself to just unwind by watching a show or something, so I end up sleeping at like 3 am. Not to mention I wake up at like 7-8 am (4-5 hours later) for class during the week.

~Bonus~

After I take the ACT, things will let up, but I’m going to have to look for a volunteer position or job and with my mental health at its current state, my dad will start to yell at me again for being “lazy” and “slow” at finding a job. It’s not that I’m slow, I just don’t want to. I’m scared, I don’t know what to do to get a job, and I don’t want to because I know I’m going to fail so badly at it and the job interview isn’t going to go well. Bottom line of this paragraph is, I’m scared to get a job because I can’t communicate well and something is going to go wrong.

#am i the asshole #aita #r/aita #r/am i the asshole #look i just took another act practice test today and my dad is getting pissed at me for not knowing logarithms #like logs are hard okay i never understood them in class and i didn't want to ask #it's all gonna come and bite me in the ass later isn't it

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bluescreening · 4 years ago

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Practical GCSE Advice

Tips From A New Year 12 Who Somehow Got All 9s

Don’t worry, I’m not becoming a studyblr. I’m writing this on results day as a sort of farewell to GCSEs and to impart some “wisdom” upon the youngsters before I move on to A-levels. I’m going to keep this to specific, practical things you can do to improve, none of that vague nonsense. Subject-specific tips for maths, geography, triple science, language, literature, graphic comms and comp sci under the fold because this is too bloody long already.

General Tips:

Don’t go revision crazy. People will always emphasize revision, but so long as you’re revising effectively (see below) you’re safe to start revising about a month before mocks, and two months before your final exams. In terms of a revision schedule during those months, I worked with one or two hours per day, with a free day on Friday and Sunday.

Use apps to stay organised. Put your school timetable and exam dates in your calendar of choice with appropriate reminders and colour coding. To keep track of homework and revision, use Adapt - you can put in your GCSEs and it tracks which topics you have covered and how many times, as well as allowing you to input homework and your school timetable. During study time use Forest (free on Android) to lock yourself out of your phone for a certain amount of time.

Pay attention to lessons from the start. From the beginning of Year 10 every lesson is a GCSE lesson, and everything you learn could come up in an exam. Follow along with your teacher, make the best notes you can, do the work and understand the concepts as early as you can. You’ll thank yourself in a year as you watch the rest of your class wonder what a ribosome is when revision time comes.

Revise effectively. Use Adapt or a textbook to keep track of your confidence level on every topic, so when you’re revising you can focus on the ones you don’t understand whatsoever. Also, don’t just read stuff when revising. You have to train your brain to retrieve the information. Memorise vocabulary and basic facts using flashcards, then answer exam questions. Lots and lots of exam questions.

Use your teachers. They want you to succeed because it reflects well on them! If you don’t understand something after a lesson, pop back at break or lunch, or shoot them an email and they will help. Don’t just bank on it not showing up in the test because Sod’s Law dictates that it will. After Christmas in Year 11 they will often start revision sessions or intervention. Attend them for any subjects you’re even slightly shaky on. They’ll boost your grade like nothing else, even if it does take up some of your chill out time.

Buy textbooks and study materials through school. If your school offers you textbooks and workbooks it’s likely that will be the best deal for them, since they’re purchased in bulk. Grab all you can in Year 10 and talk to the school if you can’t afford many - they may be willing to help. If you know any higher-level teachers see if they have any sample study materials from CGP and the like. My English teacher gave me a lovely set of sample CGP Macbeth flashcards that would have proved really useful.

Make flashcards at the end of every topic. Stay on top of them. You want a term on one side and a definition on the other, or a quote and analysis etc. If you don’t like endless bits of card floating around use Quizlet - you might not even need to make them yourself as many people have shared GCSE flashcards there.

And finally - don’t forget you’re a human! Humans need regular sleep, healthy food including breakfasts, hydration, fun and social time. Make time in your day to take care of yourself. Your brain works better when you’re healthy so often an extra hour of sleep will do more for your grade than an extra hour of revision. Hanging out with your friends and keeping up with your hobbies reduces stress.

Feel free to ask me any questions you may have about any of this stuff, or if you just need advice I’m here too! I’ve done it before, I can help you out.

Subject Specific Tips:

Edexcel Maths:

Use CorbettMaths. All the time. If you haven’t done every one of his worksheets at least once you’re not grinding hard enough. Jk, but seriously this guy used to teach me in real life and he’s awesome. He makes flashcard packs, videos on every aspect of GCSE maths, daily challenges, textbook exercises, practice exam questions... literally everything you could ever need.

Practice everything until you’re sick of it, and then do ten more questions.

You’ll need to memorise some trig identities. Don’t memorise them as a table, that’s hard. Memorise them as these triangles, sketch them out in an exam and work it out on the spot. Easy.

AQA Geography:

Don’t goof off during your fieldwork. Don’t make the same mistake as me. If I ever had to do the fieldwork paper I would not have got a 9. Even though it’s a field trip, even though you’re with your friends, this will directly impact your GCSEs and you need to treat it like an exam.

Memorise vocabulary then move onto exam questions. Geography is very formulaic and exam questions repeat themselves - take advantage of that.

Memorise. Your. Case. Studies.

AQA Biology, Chemistry and Physics:

A l l h a i l f r e e s c i e n c e l e s s o n s .

Practice those reading comprehension questions where you’re presented with information and have to answer questions about them. A surprising amount of people get overwhelmed because they haven’t revised it. You can’t! You have to read and understand it within the exam.

Memorise your bloody equations for physics or you will fail. Use Quizlet, learn them all by the end of year 10 even if you don’t know what they’re about yet, practice using them.

Buy the CGP workbooks and complete them! Make sure to buy the answers too, because CGP are scammers.

AQA English Language and Literature:

Identify 10-20 brief quotes from each piece of literature so you have a few for each character and theme. They can overlap! Also, memorise the author’s intentions for each one. With poems (for those of you who have to do them... I’m not salty, I promise) ask your teacher to recommend 5 that match up with the most themes and memorise 3 quotes from each. Remember to analyse the rest of the poems too - any of them could come up so it’s good to have an understanding.

Memorise structures for every question. The examiners will tell you not to use structures. Shut up, I got all 9s. Structures are the best way for slow writers to ensure they get everything they need to in. TETAAC (topic, evidence, terminology, analysis, alternative interpretation, context) works for lit essays and can be modified for every other question. Work out how many paragraphs you can write in 40 minutes and take that into account when planning. Once the plan is done it’s just a matter of making it sound frilly. English: hacked. My normal plan for a lit essay is a one-sentence thesis statement for an intro, 3xTETAAC paragraphs and a conclusion which reiterates everything but better.

Don’t worry if your grade is terrifyingly low to begin with. That’s just how English rolls. You’ll slowly develop the skills you need and start to make 3 or 4 grades of progress throughout year 11.

OCR Art and Design - Graphic Communication:

Think long and hard about whether you want to do graphics or fine art, if your school offers both. Graphics is designing logos, fine art is whatever you want. I should have taken fine art in retrospect.

Make as much work as possible from the very start, even if you haven’t decided on your portfolio project yet. Everything, and I mean everything, can be shoehorned. If you make a lot of work you have some leeway and can leave out your early stuff so your overall portfolio looks better.

Annotate as you go and store all your thoughts digitally. Even if you have no clue what you’re supposed to write in annotations, put down your thought process. It’s easy to tidy up something you wrote a year ago, but it’s really hard to stare at a letter F made out of newspaper and remember where on earth you were going with it.

To make enough work you will need to stay after school often and give up a lot of lunch times. That’s just how it goes. At least with the right crew it can be fun - the combo of my friends and the very chaotic art teachers at my school made my Thursday graphics sessions something to look forward to.

OCR Computer Science:

Use Quizlet flashcards to memorise terms. Being able to correctly define terms is half the battle, literally. You’ll basically get an instant 9 on the first paper if you memorise every term defined in the textbook. Luckily, someone beautiful and generous by the name of sporkified (wink wink) on Quizlet has created two sets with everything you need to know for the entire qualification.

Practice programming in your chosen language before your programming project starts. Learn to do everything mentioned in the textbook and try it out on a sample project. Many will tell you to not bother about the programming project, it doesn’t matter. That’s true to some extent, but excelling in the programming project can tip you up a grade as well as making the algorithm questions on paper 2 easier for you.

Take part in Cyber Discovery. Give it a Google, sign up. It’s really hard if you have no practical computer experience but doing it gave me a real edge with paper 2 which is where you want to focus your energy as it’s weighted more. Also it’s fun.

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thoughtsofanexcitedspacechild · 3 years ago

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The question is inevitable. I stop wiping down the ice cream equipment and look up. For the past two years, that’s all anyone’s ever asked me. Now as I sit here, I realize that by this time next year, I’ll be preparing to move. By this time next year, the question “what do you want to study?” will be answered. The thought of growing up and going to college has always been in the back of my mind, but it always seemed far off. Now as my boss asks me the same question I’ve been asked a million times, the answer doesn’t just feel real; it feels tangible.

“I want to hopefully study something in the arts,” I reply. “I’m hoping to study to then get a job as a concept artist for movies and TV shows.”

"Well, you know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

I’m three years old. I’m sitting at the kitchen table with white printer paper spread out all over the place. Half of the sheets are filled and the other half to go. My tongue sticks out in determined concentration as I finish what feels like my fiftieth self portrait today. I’m still not happy with how the hair looks, but I’m getting better with every one I make.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

I’m eight years old. I wait nervously outside the classroom in the aquatic and community center for my first ever real drawing class. I wait until the door opens and file in behind the rest of my peers into the classroom. I find a spot a little further away from everyone else. Once the teacher begins instructing us on how to draw the basic construction of a horse, I immerse myself into the lecture. Soon enough my anxiety melts away as I immerse myself in the drawing. By the end, I’m not quite satisfied with how my horse looks, but I look forward to the next day. There’s still three more days of camp, and I’m ready to get even better tomorrow.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

I’m twelve years old. I’m sitting with what feels like my entire body sunken into an overly plush floral print couch. I watch as Mrs. Scalabrino, a family friend, teaches me how to make a magic loop with the yarn and crochet hook. “I’ve been doing it all wrong! Now I finally understand!” Deb hands me the yarn and hook and urges me to try myself.

This time, instead of having the hook slip through and make a tiny slip stitch, I loop the yarn though and then pull through a final time to create a stitch.

“I did it! I was doing it wrong!”

“It looks very good! Keep going and you’ll be making full projects in no time!” I smile at her compliment and keep practicing.

By the end of the afternoon, I have a long rectangle of clumsily made single and double crochet stitches, but I don’t mind. I’m proud of my lumpy, uneven, handmade rectangle.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

I’m thirteen years old. It’s my first time at Blue Lake Fine Arts camp, and I’m taking my first pottery class. I’m carefully carrying my freshly reglazed pot to the back room of the pottery studio after fixing it for a second time. The first time it got damaged I had dropped it after molding the structure and the second time someone else bumped into me, messing up the glaze and sgraffito pattern and glazing in multiple places. I stayed after class during my recreation time and painstakingly remolded and fixed the intricate glazing pattern.

At the end of the session art show, I’m called to the front of the crowd of visiting parents and my fellow campers. I’ve just won the Outstanding camper scholarship. My cheeks flush furiously with embarrassment, but inside I’m also elated. Even though the pot wasn’t perfect. I was still proud of it. I worked hard to save and fix the pot twice broken, and for once, that work pays off. I look out and see the faces of everyone who was with me on the journey to complete the piece, and I know that that pot will always be more than a keepsake planter.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

I’m fifteen years old. I lay in bed before my first day of high school. I should be worried about my academic classes, and I am. I can’t stop thinking about the homework for my double paced math class and honors biology, and the more advanced reading we’ll do in honors english this year.

I console myself by thinking about the art class that I’m going to take. By chance there was a scheduling conflict with my social studies credit, and there wasn’t a spot to fit it in. I’d have to test out of the class over the summer, but that meant that I could take Art 1 instead. I stay up and wonder what it will be like. Will it be like my art classes in middle school? Will I finally be able to try oil painting? What about ceramics?

I drift off to sleep anxious, but ready to try all new mediums and make more; to be able to create amongst all the chaos that comes with advanced academic studies.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

I’m sixteen years old. I’m almost finished with what was supposed to be my sophomore year, but because of the pandemic, quarantine has made the past month of march even more grey and dreary than normal. The trees outside droop with the heaviness of the recent freezing rain and the sky is a somber grey. I stare absentmindedly at my computer screen waiting for my last zoom meeting of the day to end.

I return to my painting once I log off of our AP Art zoom. I glare at the canvas in front of me. I hate this piece. Even the dull grey color palette outside seems more appetizing than the same oranges and blues that I’ve stared at for the past three months. It’s the feeling in the pit of the stomach when you don’t feel particularly welcome and you know something is off. The dynamic is all wrong and you infuriatingly search the faces of the people there for an answer but to no avail.

I sigh and start to reach for my paints to force myself to push through to a solution, but set them down. “There has to be another way to get through this,” I say to myself as I open my sketchbook against my better judgement. After a quick image reference search, My pencil migrates from the jar to the page. I don’t worry about making it perfect. This piece is just for me.

I sketch out the figures of the boy and girl and boy in the photo, their arms intertwined in an embrace and their lips in a gentle kiss. I make sure her thumb just skims the length of his forearm and that his hand is placed just so on her waist. I step back. We’re getting somewhere.

Long since abandoned for my previous acrylic piece, my colored pencils feel slippery and foreign in my hand. I reach for the tan and brown colored pencils to start, but the bright fuschia red catches my eye. I cautiously begin to apply it to the girl’s face and neck area. Perfect. I don’t stop until the shadows crossing the girl’s face are all shades of pink and red and the boys silhouette is coated in deep blues. What next?

My watercolor palette sits just inches from my paints. I open it and observe my options. I water down a bright pink, an ocean blue, and my untouched cake of deep purple watercolor. I haphazardly splash the pink on one side and the blue on the other, applying purple to blend the area where the two seas of paint mix. I remember an old painters trick of using salt to make cool backgrounds, and apply a generous amount. The scissors come out next, and I delicately cut the form of the girl and boy out. I paste it right on the background and let it sit under a book overnight to press.

In the morning, I observe my work. It’s not perfect. The proportions on the girl’s arm are off and I never quite managed to capture the folds on the boy’s shirt, but I smile. I love it. This is my piece. No one told me to make this. I just did. It’s for me.

My abandoned assignment sits waiting on the other side of the table. I look at it again. This time I do see what’s missing. Like I did while I was working with the pencil, I need to add more depth. That’s why I hate it. That’s why it felt flat and boring. I set my new opus aside and reach for the beaten up acrylic brushes and paint tubes.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

The computer screen finally loads. I'm exhausted and have just returned from a missions trip to the Dominican Republic, but in my blissful sleep back in my own bed, I'd remembered that AP scores had come out while I was away. The three numbers I've waited for loom in front of me:

AP Spanish Language: 5

AP Language and Composition: 4

AP Studio Art: 4

A four.

I stare in disbelief at the screen. I'd expected a three at best. I rush to tell my parents.

“You know art can be just a hobby, right?”

***

"Yeah, I know," I respond. "But it's so much more than that to me."

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