#got a test to make up in algebra and a quiz to make up in econ
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Jockifacation
Being one of the smartest nerds in school sometimes had it perks, I mean sure most of the nerds got bullied and treated like shit by a lot of the school, especially the sports teams, but there were a few of us that were able to escape from the public humiliation that comes with being a nerd
Us top tier nerds, as I like to call us, we’re the ones that the Dean had picked to help tutor some of the more important students, like the ones who parents had made large Contributions, and the sports team, that all he really cared about, the people that really mattered.
As usual, the dean gave us nerds a heads up that a pop quiz was coming in some of the different classes we all shared with the assigned person that we’re in charge of making sure pass
The guy I was in charge of was one of the basketball players, his name was jake
He wasn’t the dumbest jock in the school, and thank god for that, I feel bad for the guy that had Brad, bro might have retard strength but also the intelligence of one.
atleast I can work with jake, might be annoying with his slow ability to grasp concepts and the constant side stories about the team, his latest conquest, how All this school work is pointless cause he’s gonna be a professional some day… etc
Jake was from a small red neck town and Texas and you could tell, he kinda stood out here in California with his accent and very little understanding of basic algebra, I guess they didn’t teach that were he’s from
it was probably around midnight when I finally got him to remember and be able to apply The Quadratic Formula, now Hopfully he can maintain it for 12 hours
“Aye bro thanks for helping me out with all this math shit, if you ever need anything partner just let me know” he said getting up to stretch
I got up to stretch too and crack my back
“I mean not unless you can make it so I don’t have to stay up late night tutoring members of the team because the dean demands it haha” i said laughing and smiling a sleepy smile at him
“Shiiiiit cuz, I got you just put this hat on” he said taking his hat off and handing it to me
“I mean thanks for the symbolic gesture but I don’t think a hat will do much” i said staring at it in my hands
“Just put it on bro, and you’ll be a part of the team” he said reaching over to guide it and place it on my head
“So is that it? Am I part of the team now haha?”
“Nah bruh, you gotta turn it backwards to start the uh, process”
“Start what process? some sort of initiati-“
I said as I felt it start
“Initiation? initially? Initials? No bro, initiation, god dam I had a brain fart for a minute there bruh haha…” I said stumbling on my words
“Bro? Bruh? What’s happening I don’t use those words!?” I thought to myself as my eyes started to glaze over
“There you go cuz, it’s starting, don’t worry, you should be a full fledged member in a few minutes, then you’ll never have to worry about tutoring again haha, the process kills quite a bit of brain cells” he said sitting back down smiling as he slowly closed his eyes
I tried to get up and take the hat off but I could barely move as I felt my mind weakening and my body was in too much pain as it reshaped it’s self to move
I could feel my thoughts get slower as my body changed more and more
“Mhmmmm b-b-bro h-help” I was able to mumble out, able to hear my voice getting lower
“Just let it take its course” Jake said not budging
My long shaggy hair got shorter and receded back into my scalp until it was short enough to fit inside the cap
My acne disappeared until my face was smooth and I could feel my face reorganizing itself, wholes appearing in my ears for some new giant fake earrings
Next was my sweatshirt I wore to hide my skinny frame dissolved into my skin as it looked like I gained 25 pounds of muscles as my arms became swole and my chest became hard with 6 pack abs from years of working out
“No that’s not right, I never spent years working out, going to the gym, I read books all the time and prepared for tests, played dnd with my nerd friends”
“Nerd friends? I don’t have those, I might skip leg day and not be on any teams but they always considered me a honorary member right?”
Next most of my jeans dissolved into my legs as my calf’s gain muscles from practicing in the gym and on the court with my fellow team mates
“Nah bruh, something about this isn’t right bro” I said standing up suddenly realizing I can move again
“But uh bruh I can’t remember what” I said taking the cap off to scratch my head
Jake looked over and jumped up looking concerned and walked over grabbing the cap
“It’s fine bro, we was just getting ready to go to a party, but the bitch hosting it sent out a text saying not to come for another hour, there was an issue getting the alcohol, we all know how much you like to drink cuz haha”
“Oh ok” I said setting down on the couch… some small part of me was screaming not to wear the cap but it was kinda stupid cause let’s be honest, I look hot wearing this cap
I put the cap back on and closed my eyes for a few seconds
I hadn’t noticed how weird I looked since my jeans weren’t exactly gone but were now Jean shorts
Didn’t matter tho cause my jeans morphed into some white shorts with a red strip to match my cap, right after that my underwear morphed into some tight American eagle pair as I felt my dick grow from 2 inches soft, to 4 soft.
“I can’t wait to go the party ima fuck so many bitches tonight” I thought to myself giggling like a dummy
Wait that isn’t right? I don’t get any bitches on my dick, no one wants to be with a small dick nerd, a 4 inch hard on is pathetic.
“Man what was that thought? I’m not a nerd! I’m a fucking jock bruh! And 4 inches being pathetic? Maybe hard, but that’s me just soft, I’m atleast 6 inches hard. never really cared to measure, chicks always seemed to love it when I fucked them, and if they think I’m small, their just fucking loose pussy bitches!” I thought to myself as I started getting hard pitching a tent
I opened my eyes to see Jake smiling at me
“Wtf you looking at bro? You gay or someshit? I mean that’s fine but just don’t try no shit with me bro” I said mean mugging him
“Nah bro, looks like you got some business to take care of, I’ll uh, be in the bathroom for a bit cuz” Jake said getting up to go to the bathroom
A small voice in my head was telling me something’s wrong, take the cap off, who wears hats inside?
But I decided there was something more pressing, and it’s in my pants
I pulled my shorts down to see my dick straining against my underwear, I pulled them down to let my dick flap out
I grabbed it to feel emence pleasure
I could feel something inside of me traveling down to my balls but I didn’t care, the pleasures were to much, felt like I’ve never jerked off before…
It only took me a few minutes for me to cum my brains out, figuratively and literally unbeknownst to my new jock brain, losing what little remains of my nerd personality, and 55 iq points, taking me down from 145 to 90.
“Fuck bro that felt great haha, i don’t know why I came so fast, must just be a fluke or something” I said to myself
Just then jake walked back outside
“Ya that happens to everyone at first when they go though the process of becoming a jock” he said smirking
“What you mean becoming a jock? I’ve always been one dude” I said a bit offended he didn’t think I’m a jock, I’ve hung out with jake for years now!
“Bro, we’re are we right now?!” Jake said throwing his hands up and looking around dramatically
“Uh my room” i said
“Ya and look at it, it’s a room for a nerd” he said looking at me with a look of annoyance on his face.
“Oh god, your right, I gotta change this shit bro, babes aren’t gonna find this attractive” i said looking horrified of my nerdy room
“Dam straight cuz, it’s ok, you just went from a nerd to a jock boy after all haha, it’s to be expected, especially with memory loss of your old life” he said with a smile on his face
“Now let’s go to a late night party” he said walking towards me throwing a arm around my shoulder and walking us towards the door
“Wait, so you’re saying I use to be a nerd? Ew what the fuck bro… is there anyway that I’m gonna turn back into a faggy ass nerd?” I said concerned
“Nah bruh, once you cum after the transformation it’s permanent, your one of us now dude, I hope you like it haha” he said laughing
“Ya I don’t really remember being a nerd but I bet that shit sucked ass compared to being a jock that can pull bitches haha, and good, I wouldn’t ever wanna go back despite what that voice in my head was crying about” i said laughing
“Oh that voice? Don’t worry about it, just like your chance to go back to your old life, it disappeared when you cummed” he said laughing smacking me on the back
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Hi so I’m an incoming freshman I have autism and ADHD I was wondering do you have any tips for high school specifically for people with autism and ADHD like me? Thank you for your time!!
Hi there,
It’s been out of school since 2015, so I’m rusty with tips. However I did find one article listing 12 tips that might help:
1. You don’t need ONE study space.
A well-stocked desk in a quiet place at home is key, but sometimes you need variety. Coffee shops, libraries, parks, or even just moving to the kitchen table will give you a change of scenery which can prompt your brain to retain information better.
2. Track more than HW in your school planner.
Keeping a calendar helps you plan ahead—but you’ve got more going on than just homework assignments! Make sure you’re marking your extracurricular, work, and social commitments, too. (Tests, band practice, away games, SAT dates, half-days and holidays are just a few examples of reminders for your planner.)
3. Start small.
If you’ve got a big assignment looming, like a research paper, stay motivated by completing a piece of the project every few days. Write one paragraph each night. Or, do 5 algebra problems from your problem set at a time, and then take a break.
4. School supplies (alone) don’t make you organized.
Come up with a system and keep to it. Do you keep one big binder for all your classes with color-coded tabs? Or do you prefer to keep separate notebooks and a folder for handouts? Keep the system simple—if it’s too fancy or complicated, you are less likely to keep it up everyday.
5. Get into a routine.
When will you make the time to do your homework every day? Find the time of day that works best for you (this can change day-to-day, depending on your schedule!), and make a plan to hit the books.
6. Learn how to create a distraction-free zone.
A study on workplace distractions found that it takes workers an average of 25 minutes to return to what they were working on pre-interruption. Try turning off your phone notifications or blocking Twitter (temporarily) on your computer so you can concentrate on the homework tasks at hand.
7. Get real.
When you’re looking at the homework you have to get done tonight, be realistic about how long things actually take. Gauging that reading a history chapter will take an hour and writing a response will take another 30 minutes will help you plan how you spend your time.
8. Use class time wisely.
Is your teacher finished lecturing, but you still have 10 minutes of class left? Get a jump on your chemistry homework while it’s still fresh in your mind. Or use the time to ask your teacher about concepts that were fuzzy the first time.
9. Look over your notes each night to make sure you've got it.
Fill in details, edit the parts that don’t make sense, and star or highlight the bits of information that you know are most important. Interacting with your notes will help you remember them. You can also use Homework Help to get your questions answered 24/7.
10. Study a little every day.
Cramming Spanish vocabulary for a quiz might work in the short-term, but when comes time to study for midterms, you’ll be back at square 1. You might remember the vocab list long enough to ace the quiz, but reviewing the terms later will help you store them for the long haul.
11. Don’t let a bad grade keep you down.
A rough start to the semester doesn’t have to sink your GPA. Take proactive steps by checking your grades regularly online and getting a tutor if you need one.
12. Make a friend in every class.
Find a few people you can contact from each of your classes if you have a homework question or had to miss class (and do the same for them!). Then when it comes time to study for exams, you'll already have a study group.
The article will be below:
I hope this helps. Thank you for the inbox. I hope you have a wonderful day/night. ♥️
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Math and Gorillas Part 2- Equations In the Mist
Kind of discouraged right now because my perfectionist nature is screaming due to the fact I scored 80% and 78% respectively on a quiz and a test. Trying to reframe it as, hey! That’s pretty good for not doing this algebra stuff in about 12 years!
Still, it’s the fact that you have SO LITTLE time to complete a quiz, I freak out and start going TOO fast that I miss important bits. I can get all the right answers, but I won’t understand what I’m being asked necessarily (like “I want this portion of data, not the other”).
So, on that I am glad I can still be correct, it just takes me longer. Word problems have always been super hard to me to hash out in my brain, visualizing what I need how I need it, the WHY logic core of my brain always comes in demanding an answer while I wrestle with ‘ there doesn’t need to be a why, just SOLVE THE PROBLEM and GIVE THEM THE ANSWER THEY WANT’.
I’ll still count them as I got them right >~>;; because I did... Would’ve aced that test with 100% if I had some more non pressured time to think about it. That’s what I think is a huge problem with math. It’s not difficult. I just need more time to process what’s going on. Time limits should not be a factor of whether or not you understand something (even though yes I see the correlation between completing something fast and understanding it.It’s still stupid.)
I’m also worried a lot by how much I need a calculator. Not because they ban you from using tools to make your life easier in the real world, but because in the classroom, they seem to hate things like that. I just use it for basic math and things I don’t have time for, like converting fractions. I COULD do it without, but it’s such a time waster. I doubt things have changed on the school front but higher maths usually allow for a calculator so, I dunno, we’ll see how that goes.
Just a lot of mixed feelings right now. ALL IN ALL, most things though thus far, I am understanding far easier and far faster than when I was younger. It’s just those few bits that really trip me up like math logic and reading wording and interpreting what it is they mean. There’s a certain language to math that’s for sure. And I haven’t read it in a long, long time. Probably going to take some adjusting.
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day 1 without sims: feeling ok....... sad but ok... i miss my babies so freaking much u guys.... when will i see them again
anyways uhhh some personal rambling in the tags if u are one of my followers who cares about me as a person & not just a blog u know umm also im bored so. feel free 2 send some asks i will probably reblog an ask meme in a minute tho
#FJSKDJF time 2 ramble in the tags#i’ve already caught up in literature (i THINK)#now i just gotta catch up on college algebra & economics...#got a test to make up in algebra and a quiz to make up in econ#this is what happens when u miss 1 day of school jesus chris t#to be fair i was already p behind when i missed a day so i just got put back even further#anyways i have no idea what the algebra test is on but im taking it tomorrow haha wish me luck :^)#hopefully i’ll be caught up before the end of the week and i’ll be able to refill my queue & get some sim requests done!!!#theres so much cc im missing out on i cant wait to go shopping...#ALSO. ive been doing ab workouts to try and get toned and oh my god how do people work out on a regular basis#i feel like im DYING#but also im happier than usual so i guess it’s worth it or whatever#i get hella motivated to do shit after a workout#im like ok my abs are dying but now would be a perfect time to catch on my literature reading assignment!! hell yeah!!!!#anyways. yes i am stressed and slowly dying of anxiety but im also really fuckin happy#i visited my future college yesterday and that was AWESOME it made me so excited abt this fall#also im watching the office currently and omg why did i never watch it before excuse me#its so GOOD i have a crush on both jim & pam can someone say bi culture#so uhhhh yeah thats all i think#send asks thanks bye#saviorhide#rambling
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Haikyuu Characters Overhearing their crush talking about them
Includes Iwaizumi, Suna and Tsukishima: Feel free to request more characters for future parts!
Iwaizumi Hajime:
Iwaizumi was cleaning the changing rooms outside the gym, having volunteered to take down the net and tidy up alone. Oikawa had been overworking himself again, and Iwaizumi had forced him to go home for some well-earned rest. As for the second and third years, they were tired, and Iwaizumi didn't particularly want to be left alone with a bunch of them, feeling slightly drained himself... Mattsun and Makki had gone home straight after practice, having a quiz in one of their classes that they needed to study for.
So there he was, mopping the floor and picking up stray volleyballs. The silence of the gym, previously interrupted only by the squeak of his shoes, was shattered by the sounds of laughter passing by. Iwaizumi felt his ears heat, he had recognised your laugh immediately, and hearing it always made his stomach twist into knots. You were walking past with a friend, on your way out of the school after working together in the library.
The two of you noticed which gym you had walked past, and your conversation turned to the club. "So?" Your friend ribbed, playfully elbowing you in the side, "Is that where that handsome volleyball player you like trains?"
"Don't make fun of my feelings!" You sighed dramatically, and Iwaizumi stifled a laugh. You were probably talking about Oikawa, he told himself. People were always fawning over Oikawa. He didn't begrudge his best friend the popularity, he was happy without it... But he couldn't help but wish that your affections were for him.
"What was his name again..." Your friend continued, "Iwatsun?"
You lightly shoved them, indignant, "His name is Iwaizumi, and he's the best player on the team!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever, you've got it bad you know?" Your voices drifted off into the distance and Iwaizumi stood there, heart pounding, gripping into the handle of his mop. You liked him, not Oikawa, him! He finished his cleaning as quickly as possible, ready to go home and plan exactly how he was going to tell you that he liked you too.
Suna Rintaro:
Another day and another test. Suna groaned as he left the school, his brain hurt from having to answer so many questions on literature and algebra. Evening practice had ended early because all of the second years were too tired to play properly - with the condition that they all stay an hour later tomorrow. He trudged down the streets that led to his favourite place, a small park near his home, with a few hot food stalls nearby. Grabbing a warm snack from one of the booths, Suna walked over to a tree and sat on a bench, gently blowing on his food.
He heard a voice drifting over from a nearby bush and, glancing up from his food, he noticed your familiar figure; he saw it every day, sitting next to him in his maths classes, and occasionally passing him in the corridors between lessons. He’d grown used to your steady presence and had, over time, found himself drawn to you. He loved to interact with you, he thought you were wonderful to talk to, you helped him with what you could, you respected when he needed space and when he was tired, and you were attractive.
You were busy, on a phone call, and thus didn’t notice his quiet staring. He focused on the faint whispers of your voice, talking to your friend from another lesson.
“You’re sure that you don’t mind helping me later?” You asked, talking in the way that you always did, in the way that he’d come to love. “I would do the work they set in my own time, but I’m desperate to go to the match, so I’d really appreciate it if you’d talk me through the answers later!” Your face lit up, “Thank you!” There was a pause, and then you laughed, “What do you mean ‘what match’? The volleyball match of course! What other match would I want to go to?”
Suna started, his match? You wanted to go to his team’s matches, and would ignore your workload in order to do so? He was undeniably flattered by your interest and... couldn’t help but hope that you were there for him. You turned slightly, your posture hunching slightly as heat came gradually to your cheeks, “Umm...” You were quiet, “I just want him to see the interest he has in me, is all.” He leant forwards, intrigued, “He plays amazingly, you know!” You were a lot more enthused again, “The way he spikes the ball and the control he has! It’s wonderful!...” You hid your face at the words from the phone, “... and attractive.” Suna was on the edge of his bench, desperate to hear who you fancied, he clenched his fists while you huffed and then, “The spiker! Suna! Who sits next to me in maths! Stop teasing me, you know I like him!”
Your phone call continued, but Suna just sat there, dumbstruck. Him. You liked him. A slow smile spread across his face, and, when he got home, he immediately messaged you with a request for a date, he couldn’t help but cheer when you said yes.
Tsukishima: Honestly, Tsukishima thought, it showed how soft he’d gone, recently, that he’d agreed to tutor Kageyama and HInata in the first place. However, nothing on Earth could convince him to tutor them outside of the agreed times. Therefore, he was making a tactical retreat (read: hiding) in the library, knowing that it was the last place that the two volleyball-brained idiots would want to look.
“Oi! Is that him?”
He shot a sharp glare in the direction of the voice, locking eyes with you, one hand over the mouth of your friend, who was next to you. “Sorry”, you mouthed, looking very apologetic. He nodded slowly and turned his gaze back to his book. If it was anything else, he probably would have been a bit more scathing, but he could never be too sharp, when it came to you. He’d found himself falling for you in the times you’d been in class together, and had a soft spot for you as a result.
Hushed whispers drifted over from your table.
“That’s him right? It is! The one who sits next to you in-” You made a ‘quieter’ motion with your hand and your friend huffed. “But you like him!”
“Yes.” You murmured, “But this is a library, you have to be quiet.”
Your friend rolled their eyes, “Sorry. But you’re always talking about him! Blond, tall, handsome Tsukishima with his glasses and big brain and volleyball skills and-”
Your friend hummed in annoyance against your hand, once again over their mouth. “Listen,” you said, “We are trying to work. He is trying to work. Yes I like him but can we please talk about this later?” Sighing and nodding, your friend turned back to their work.
Tsukishima, meanwhile, sat in his chair, staring at the same sentence he’d been looking at for your whole conversation. You liked him? Wow, that was surprising, he didn’t think he’d be your type. Then again, you’d probably say the same about yourself to him. Smiling faintly, he turned the page, but all focus was lost as he thought about how to invite you to one of his games.
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Homework Help
Twice 10th Member AU
Sixteen Era
Hua tries to help Somi with her Homework
“WHY WOULD YOU THINK ENCYCLOPEDIA IS A VERB?”
“ITS WHAT THEY DO IN THE FRENCH OPEN!”
“THAT’S BICYCLING, SOMI! GOD.”
It was late at night at the major dorm and Somi still had at least an hour left of homework. Hua, being the amazing friend she is, stayed up well passed midnight trying to get Somi to study for her vocabulary quiz.
“Why did you have to put off all the studying to the night before?” Hua asked. “And why did your teacher give you a test on a Monday?”
“I was too worried for the mission to study,” Somi whined. “Besides, why would i want to study alone when I can study with you?”
Hua put her head down and took a deep breath.
“As much as I Love You, I don’t want to spend half of my night worrying about I test that I don’t have to study for. Also, not as important, but your notes are horrible, How can you read these?” She asked.
“My notes are not bad,” Somi pouted.
“You’re right, you’re notes aren’t that bad, but your handwriting is. I feel like i’m trying to read hieroglyphics to discover what abstinence means.”
“I can’t help that my penmanship is not a beautiful as yours.”
“Oh, my penmanship is beautiful to you?” mocked Hua.
(Pause, as Somi glares at Hua)
“I’m gonna slap you,” Somi says as she walks over to Hua and starts ticking her.
“YA, SOMI-YA, STOP IT.”
“Make Me,” Somi says as she continues her attack on Hua.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP?”
Hua and Somi both turn to look at an angry Jihyo, clearly mad that she got woken up.
“Uh...Studying?”
“I see your studying includes tickle fights and screaming at 2 in the morning.”
“It’s not 2 in the morning,” exclaims Somi. “If it were we would have been studying for almost 4 hours.”
“Studying for 4 hours and you still don’t have half your list memorized,” mumbles Hua.
Jihyo sighs and grabs the vocab list from Hua hands. “How long have you been studying this and when is your test?”
Somi looks at her feet, “The test is tomorrow and I started studying tonight.”
Jihyo sighed and started making flashcards for the words, while Hua helped Somi with her math homework.
Eventually, Jihyo helped Somi memories her vocab words and Hua started doing Somi’s math homework.
“That was so easy, I love algebra. It’s the only math that makes sense,” stated Hua.
“Thank you for doing it, Unnie,” Somi said in a taunting voice. “And thank you for helping me Jihyo-unnie.”
“Yeah, Yeah. Next time you guys do this try to keep it down.” Jihyo says as she goes back to bed.
Somi starts to pack up her bag for school and drops a paper by Hua’s feet.
“Somi”
“Hmm?”
“Why does this say your quiz isn’t until Wednesday?”
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Gen One, Day Eight
“I failed,” Luna lamented.
“You failed your nutrition quiz?” Robyn asked gently, trying to follow the girl’s line of thought.
“No, I passed that. I failed Algebra. I wasn’t even worried about Algebra. It’s a dumb class, no one uses it outside of high school, I don’t even know why we have to take it anyway. But I failed our big test for not showing my work and it brought my grade down. Mr. Goeings wouldn’t even let me make it up. I hate this stupid school and this stupid town.”
Robyn didn’t take offense. She just listened, letting the girl vent for a moment, get all of it off of her chest. She wondered why she’d come to the tutoring session today if not to be tutored and it dawned on her that maybe this was the reason. Just to have someone who would listen, or even someone to blame.
“So what happens now?” Robyn asked quietly. “Do you get a chance to take it over?”
“They’re holding me back a year!” Luna shouted and Robyn ignored the looks they got from some of the other students and teachers. She gave one of the teachers who looked over with concern a small smile to let them know that everything was okay. “I was supposed to graduate with my friends, but now I’m a year behind them.” She could see the tears welling up in Luna’s eyes and Robyn just reached out to touch her shoulder, moving her hand in soothing motions as the girl held back her tears.
“And my Grandpa...” she shook her head. “My Grandpa said he wouldn’t pay for my college if I didn’t get scholarships. No one will give me a scholarship now. Now he’s going to send me to trade school or...make me get a job.”
“Well, those aren’t bad things, but it doesn’t sound like what you want.” Luna shook her head, unable to hide the tears anymore. Robyn gave a small smile, standing up and nodding her head towards the double doors that lead out into the courtyard. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air and talk about what our options are.”
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Commission work - Harry Hook x Darling! Reader - two parter - unpredictably adorable - part 2
commissioner @thebookbakery
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Since you were a child, your mind was constantly overthinking, every single possibility, good or bad, bombarding your mind about everything and nothing at the same time.
-what if I never live up to my mom's expectations-
-if I don’t pass this test everyone will hate me-
-they aren’t really my friend; they just feel sorry for me-
-I need to shut up I’m talking to much-
-they are ignoring me; they must hate me-
-everyone is faking-
-if I’m not careful I'll cut my finger and then I'll have to get surgery to remove my hand because I was too careless-
Yeah…it got tiring after a while.
Everything made sense when you were 10 and were finally diagnosed with anxiety, everything got a little bit easier to deal with after that, one of your tactics was just pretending your best friend Piper was talking you down
-I forgot to turn off the oven, and I’m going to burn my mom's house down, and I’m going to go to jail and-
‘no, you didn’t, you always check every single time, twice, you turned it off, now shut up before I smack you, I’m trying to eat this churro.’
It always loomed in the back of your mind, though hanging out with your closest friends did deafen the noise a bit, but it was always there.
You had little toys to help you focus but you were always looked at oddly when you had a little cube with millions of buttons on it so once again, your anxiety won out and you picked at your fingers, bit your lip, rubbed the fabric of your clothes between your fingers, and sometimes dug your nail into your thumb to distract yourself from your own brain.
Crushes, were one of your ultimate weakness, even the thought of someone you had a crush on sent you into a spiral, your brain would tell you they didn’t even know you existed, that they hated you and faking being nice, that your crush would never go anywhere.
Now you only had two crushes your whole life.
One from when you were little, Piper, but that didn’t last long (After you saw her eat a caterpillar bleh) and EX-prince Ben himself, that one had lasted a whole two years, and while you had been his friend before your crush grew, that didn’t stop your brain from shoving those random piercing thoughts into you.
And now, there was another one.
Harry, freaking, Hook. Son of Captain Hook himself, the villain of your mother's story.
And he was the sweetest thing you had ever encountered, you gushed to jane about his little nose scrunched when he grinned, how his tongue poked out of his lips slightly when he concentrated, when he fluffed up his already floofy hair when he was frustrated.
It was just all too much for your anxious little self, it took all your might to keep yourself from bolting away from the handsome pirate.
You sighed, splashing cold water against your face and blindly grabbing for your towel and patting your face dry. You felt your face heat up as you thought back to the day before, in study hall, when Harry ever so gently placed his thumb on your chin to stop you from chewing on your lip.
You let out a long sigh/squeak as you grabbed your bathroom counter and sunk down into a squat, puffing your cheeks as you tried to calm yourself down. “I’m so doomed” you muttered to yourself, this crush on Harry was worse than the one on Piper OR Ben.
With the two aforementioned crushes, you never imagined it going any farther than dating, so imagine your internal embarrassment when one day you realized you were daydreaming about being buried into Harry's side as you slept in on a weekend in your very own place, living together with three dogs and two cats, and four birds, with two guest rooms specifically for Uma and Gil.
It was nice to dream about but once the dark shadow that was your anxiety reared its ugly head and whispered horrid thoughts about Harry’s “true” feelings about you, it was harder to enjoy your daydreams.
-he’s just using me to get revenge~-
-he’s just like his father, a filthy, cheating pirate-
-he’s faking everything-
-he flirts with everyone; I am nothing special-
You knew it was all bullcrap, even your own mother had met harry (at her request) and happily told you that he was nothing like his dad, and one of the sweetest boys she had ever met, even piper and Peter themselves, liked harry.
But like always, your brain never liked to listen to others and always took a darker train of thought.
You shook your head out of thought and stood, walking back into your room and grabbing your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and grabbing your keys, slipping out of your dorm room and locking it behind you, checking twice to ease your mind.
“hey (y/n)” you flinched as you spun around, letting out a sharp sigh as you realized Uma was the one to call out to you, she rose her brow, a small smirk on her face “sorry, thought you heard me walk up to you”
“you-you’re fine” you smiled back, huffing as the girl tossed her arm over your shoulder and started walking with you to the cafeteria.
“hear the rumor that Mrs.Popin is pop quizzing us in algebra today?”
“she is?” you asked, calm as could be on the outside, but once again your mind started running
-what if it's something we haven’t covered yet? Or what if I wasn’t paying attention to the subject?! What if I accidentally check the wrong one! What if-
Uma tugged you into the seat next to her, picking up a clementine and peeling it open, offering you a slice, shrugging as you declined “suit yourself, yeah, I’m wondering how Harrys gonna do, with his problem with numbers after all”
“oh right, his dyscalculia” you muttered, mind now running wild worrying for harry. “I think he’ll be fine, Mrs.Popin is lenient with him, and she lets all of us take the tests over and over again until we get a passing grade”
“yeah” Uma hummed, chewing on another slice “waffles or pancakes today?”
“I heard It’ was French toast~” Harry purred, plopping down next to you and leaning into your space once again, setting your face on fire and cutting off your voice as usual. “you okay (y/n)?” you whipped around to look at Harry with wide eyes, that….that was the first time he had ever called you by your name, it was always your last name.
“I-yes?” you shrugged, looking down at the table and picking at it “I’m fine”
Harry just hummed and leaned away from you, starting a conversation with Uma about the upcoming math quiz.
Your mind whirled as you processed the fact that he called you by your first name. but thankfully it never went anywhere as the bell for breakfast being served rang throughout the room. Uma tapped your arm, hurrying you to the line to grab the hot and ready food before it was gone.
You grabbed your preferred bread and usual toppings, sighing happily as you noticed your favorite drink was in stock this morning. You grabbed the bottle and tossed in on your tray, following after Uma as she went down the sides line, grabbing a handful of bacon for herself.
After dodging the oncoming breakfast crowd, you, Harry, Gil, and Uma finally settled back at your table. Evie, Jane, and Dizzy joining you moments later “morning~” Jane sang, poking your cheek with a ‘boop’ and starting to eat her breakfast. “oh (y/n), the planning committee is needed in the gym later today, about prom n stuff”
“kay” you muttered, quickly going through your slices of French toast and gulping down your drink “still don’t know how I got roped into the planning committee in the first place” you laughed to yourself, you hardly spoke during the meetings, you were more the errand girl and the one who wrote down what needed to happen as everyone else actually planned.
Jane giggled and patted your shoulder, turning her attention back to the conversation of the table, to which you weren’t bothering to pay attention to.
You dug into your bag and pulled out your notebook, going over your previous notes for math to prepare for the quiz later that day.
Sometimes Jane and Harry would bump into you randomly, Harry's fingers brushing your arm when he would reach for something across the table, you did your best to keep the heat from your face.
At some point harry gently probed your shoulder, making you squeak from surprise, unexpecting of the touch as you looked to harry with wide eyes. He gave a soft smile and nodded towards the doors “bell rung for class darlin’, don’t want yeh ta be late” you quickly stood, yelping as your knee bashed against the table.
“ooow” you bent over slightly, palming your knee as you felt the pain bloom across it. “shit”
“wow” Harry chuckled, grabbing your bags and slinging them over his shoulder “never heard yeh swear before darlin’, come on, ill escort yeh” he placed his hand on the small of your back, and lead you toward your first class.
While you appreciated Harry's chivalry, your mind….was not helping.
-everyone is staring at me-
-they are going to think it's odd he has his hand on me-
-everyone is staring at us-
-everyone is going to think it’s weird that Harry is around me-
-EVERYONE IS STAR-
“here we are” Harry thankfully interrupted your train of thought as he handed you back your bag and gestured to your English class “I’ll see yeh later darlin’” he winked at you and strut away, leaving you with your usual burning face and fidgeting fingers.
You sighed, walking into class and hurrying to your seat, ignoring the imaginative eyes on you as you took out your notebook.
-
The sound of your pen quickly tapping on your clipboard was the only thing that kept you from screaming at everyone.
It was just…too…loud…so many voices at once, all speaking at different volumes and all needing different things, many of them speaking at you, all too much for you to handle.
You gave one look at jane and she nodded, taking your clipboard and walking into the crowd of planners, distracting them as you exited the gym, heading for your room to calm down.
You rubbed your chest and focused on controlled breathing. Everything felt so tight, like something was sitting on your chest as you walked through the halls, fingers gripping your skirt to ground yourself.
You stumbled a bit as a barrage of screaming hit you, you tuned a bit, seeing two of your classmates that you never bothered to learn the names of screaming at each other in the hallway.
Your ears began to ring as you stared at them, unable to continue onto your room. one of the boys looked away from his friend, glaring right at you. “OI WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN AT!” he screamed, hands balling into fists as he seemed to look into your soul.
You let out a breathless squeak, bolting down the hall, sliding as you took a quick corner and continued to run where ever.
Your original destination was lost, mind yelling at you to hide.
-THEY ARE FOLLOWING ME-
-HIDE-
-THEY ARE GOING TO HURT ME-
-HIDE-
-IM GOING TO DIE-
-HIDE-
You gasped for breath, letting a scream as you slammed into a wall that wasn’t there a moment ago, you slid down to your side, curling up into a ball and letting out choked sobs as the world went dark around you.
You could feel yourself passing out but you couldn’t get a grip on yourself.
You were having a panic attack but you couldn’t do a thing to make it go away, whenever they happened one of your friends was always there to ground you, always helping you come back down to earth.
You couldn’t breathe, air only leaving you as you gasped. Through the ringing in your ears, you heard a voice, but you couldn’t recognize it as whoever it was grabbed onto your shoulders and tried to lift you up.
You felt yourself screech and lash out, your fist hitting something almost solid, whoever it was didn’t flinch and trailed their hands down your arms, grabbing gently onto your hands.
“hey-hey” they whispered, breaking through the chaos of your mind “hey, it's okay, you’re okay. nothings here. you’re safe. no one’s going ta hurt yeh”
You forced your eyes open, and through your blurry visions you saw Harry staring back at you with a soft smile “hey darlin’ can yeh breathe with meh?” you tried to speak but a sob ripped through your throat, you moved forward, crashing into Harry's chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. “hey hey, breathe, in-“ you felt his chest rise, and you swallowed down another sob and took a wobbly breath.
Harry continued to calm you down, soon your breath synchronizing with his “yer doin’ amazing darlin’ now, give me five things yeh can see”
You pulled back slightly from his chest, sniffing as you glanced around “um- locker, window,” a light sob choked you, but Harry just rubbed your back and continued to take deep breathes for you to follow. You glanced down slightly, seeing Harry’s red leather jacket against your shoulder “your jacket, my-my bag, and-and-the school symbol”
“good” Harry cooed, hand running up your back and fingers slipping through your hair, fingers scratching at your scalp comfortably “now name four things yeh can touch”
You looked around again, slowly feeling your body relax, and letting your headrest completely against Harry's chest “wa-water fountain, door handle, vending machine, um-jacket” Harry chuckled at the last one, but nodded.
“amazing love, name three things yeh can hear” you closed your eyes, your lip twitching as you felt your head bump up for a moment.
“your heart” you whispered, not hearing Harrys breath hitch “birds, static”
“a-awesome” Harry sighed, shifting to sit against the wall and pulling you up further into his arms “now, two things yeh can smell”
“metal and leather” you whispered, feeling the grips of the panic attack leaving your body, mentally thanking the gods that Harry had found you.
“good, now, one thing yeh can taste”
You pushed away from Harry’s chest, opening your eyes again and looking around “um-oh! Cookies!” you chirped, leaning up a little as you spotted a bag of Oreos inside the vending machine across the hall.
“amazing job lass, are yeh okay now?” you took a deep breath and looked back at Harry, giving him a tired smile.
“better but” you could still feel the tightness in your chest and your limbs felt like lead “thank you….could you help me to my room? I’m really tired and I need to take a break from everything for a bit”
“of course,” Harry nodded, helping to your feet and grabbing your bag and slinging it over his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side, letting you take your pace as he helped you to your room.
He glared at anyone you passed by, tightening his grip on your waist and even snapping his teeth at Chad as he sneered at you and Harry together. You were too tired to pay attention to anything though, sighing in relief as your room appeared around the corner. Harry dug your key from your bag and quickly unlocked your room, holding onto your hand tightly as you walked into your room and towards your bed.
He released your hand as your knees hit the edge of your bed and you flopped onto the sheets, blowing out a harsh breath as he ruffled his hair.
“so yeh all good?” he asked again, tilting his head at you, you lifted your head and gave a small nod.
“I will be, thank you, Harry”
He gave a grin and walked over to you, kneeling beside your bed “I've got yer back darlin’ get some rest, and I’ll get yer homework from our classes kay?”
“okay” you whispered, flopping your head back on your bed, feeling your face heat up again as Harry leaned over and pressed a kiss to your head “um-Harry?”
“well talk about it when yer right of head love, see yeh later” he stood and walked out of the room, locking your door and tossing the key on your dresser. He smiled at you and closed the door, his heavy footsteps quickly walking away from your room.
You pressed your fingers gently to the place Harry's lips were moments ago, feeling the heat in your face reaching your ears and stretching down your neck.
‘was-he-a kiss?’ you thought, sitting up and staring at the door. ‘he-wow’
You stared at the door for a moment longer before you kicked off your shoes and just crawled under your covers, smiling as you thought back to his kind words and soft lips.
You closed your eyes and took a couple of deep breaths, forcing down the thoughts that said Harry was only being friendly, you could bear to let yourself dream for a bit.
-
Harry sighed, flipping through the multiple sheets of homework he held in his hands, pursing his lips as he thought back to (y/n), something had set her off to have such an intense panic attack. He was just glad he knew how to calm someone down from it after helping the smee twins through them after so many years.
He looked to his right as Jane passed by him, he reached out grabbing her shoulder, she jumped slightly, looking at him with wide eyes.
“uh, hey Harry? What's up?”
“I came across (y/n) havin’ a panic attack like-two hours ago? Any idea-woah!” Jane’s eyes widened and she grabbed onto his shirt.
“what?! Is she okay? Did-“ Harry quickly covered the girl's mouth.
“she’s fine Jane, she’s in ‘er room now restin’ I just wanted to know if this is a recurring thing or that was the first time it happened”
“recurring” Jane sighed, wrenching Harry's hand from her mouth “she has an anxiety disorder, that’s why she's always so quiet, doesn’t like to draw attention to herself and all that”
Harry furrowed his brows, fixing his bag on his shoulder “ah, is that why she’s all blushy ‘round me then? All those thoughts goin’ wild n stuff?”
“nah” Jane waved her hand nonchalantly “She's just crushing on you….oop didn’t mean to say that!” Jane looked back at him with wide eyes.
A small smile grew on Harry's face “she-she has a crush on meh?”
“I-uh-fudge, yes” Jane sighed, slapping her palm against her forehead “dangit she told me about it in confidence and I just blurt it out like tha-wait!” Harry patted Jane's shoulder with a chuckle and pushed her aside a bit.
“Thanks, Jane~ I gotta go!” Harry took off towards leaving a confused Jane in the hall.
“wait what are you going to do!” Jane yelled, huffing as no response came back “…OH!” Jane squealed, hopping in place. Harry liked (y/n) back! Ohhhh this was going to be so cute!
She had to tell the VK girls, Evie and Dizzy would die!
-
You sighed, smoothing down the front of your oversized hoodie and further curling into a ball on your bed, sporadically clicking the attack button on your gaming device as you fought one of the hardest mini-bosses of the game.
“come one-, die you-gah!” you seethed, cursing as your weapon broke “again?! goddammit!”
“I have’ta say, it’s weird to hear yeh curse darlin’” you screeched, halfway tossing your switch across the room, the device bouncing off your bed and landing on the pile of pillows on the floor.
You looked towards your door, pressing a hand to your chest as you let out a long sigh “Harry! Geez I’m still calming down from earlier, don’t barge in like that!”
Harry winced, closing the door behind him “sorry love, I brought yer homework and some food fer yeh” he held up his bag and a white plastic bag holding a box of food.
“oh” you felt your face heat up as he stepped closer to your bed “thank you”
“no problem darlin’” he purred, setting the bag of food next to you and tossing his bag on your desk. “so~” he started, leaning closer to you with a sly smirk on his face “I heard something really~ interesting on meh way here~”
You rose your brow and flipped open the box of food, humming at the still steaming (preferred lunch).
“little Janey said yer crushin on meh~” your entire body stopped, it felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you “and before yeh freak out with all those thoughts yeh get” he leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek “it's not one-sided darlin’ “
You felt your brain short circuit, unable to think ANYTHING as you stared at harry. He chuckled softly and gave you a toothy smirk, his eyes crinkling as he looked at you like he never had before. “Cat got yer tongue love?.I’ll let yeh process it all, but just know, I do like yeh back, and I would jump off a cliff sooner than hurt yeh….” He kissed your cheek again and stood, stopping as you suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
“um-I-, I just wanted to say it myself” you muttered, tugging him back down to your side “I-I-I” you stuttered, feeling your face heat up as harry smiled at you with that adorable crinkled nose “ilikeyou” you gasped, grabbing his collar and pulling him towards you, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and quickly falling back on your bed, pulling your pillow over your face and screeching into it.
Harry just chuckled and patted your knee “like yeh too darlin’ I’ll see yeh later love, okay?”
You just let out some sort of garbled response into your pillow. “okay, text me if yeh want me ta bring yeh dinner” he quickly took his back, emptied your homework from it, and left the room, locking the door behind him.
You let out a huff as you chucked your pillow at the wall, feeling a grin blooming on your face. You squealed, patting your cheeks to try to make the heat escape from it.
“he likes me back” you breathed, giggled erupting from your chest “he likes me back!!!!!” fits of laughter overtook you as you wiggled happily in your bed “he likes me!!!!”
Harry bit his lip to hide his grin as he listened to your mini-celebration “She's so adorable” he chuckled, fixing his bag and walking off, whistling a little tune as he did so.
-end-
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If I Were You: Fives x Reader
-for reasons that make it easier for me, this takes place in the US in 2020, so yeah, COVID is a thing
-it’s been a while since I’ve written any Star Wars one-shots. I’ve been so busy working on Wannabe lol
Summary: You and Fives dream about each other, but you’ve never actually met face to face. You are from a different reality than his where Star Wars is fictional. You believe he’s real, but only can prove it to yourself when he appears in your world. Fives learns about how stressful life off the battlefield can be.
WARNINGS: Mentions of violence, stressing over grades, punishment by parents (more like implied. I won’t write it out, so it’s vaguely stated.)
You sat on a crate, watching the flames lick at the air as Fives smiled to himself. You liked having dreams like this, where you both comfortably sat by the fire, chatting about your contrasting lives. You used to believe Star Wars was a fictional world, until you had dreams about Fives. He was always so real in your mind anyway, and this only made you want to believe in his existence more.
“I have a big test tomorrow, but I don’t think I’m going to do so well.” you mumbled with a sigh. “It makes me feel bad that I’m struggling with this while you struggle with an actual issue.” Fives shook his head, shrugging a little as if it explained everything. “But I was bred for this, for war I mean. If I weren’t a soldier, I don’t know what I’d be.” He chuckled. “I can’t imagine myself sitting in a classroom all day learning about geometry and algebra. There are some boys who like that stuff in the 212th, but it seems like a waste to me.”
You nodded in agreement. “Exactly. School is only good for producing data-rich kids who lack experience, especially when they start working and finding jobs.”
“That’s how I felt when I was first deployed. No matter how much training you get, or how much you learn, experience is the best teacher. And like Rex always says--”
“--experience outranks everything.” you said in unison. Fives smiles, and he looks rather happy that you know that. But of course you do, in your world he’s only a fictional character. A person created by some movie producer or director or something (he didn’t remember). It gave him a mixed a feeling, a doubt of his very existence. Was he purely fictional? A fragment of someone’s own imagination?
But then you told him something he swore to never forget: Just because it’s happening inside your head doesn’t mean it isn’t real. The world works in mysterious ways. Maybe we were meant to meet.
And so he hung onto that, always looking forward to when he fell asleep and talked to you. You always looked forward to your dreams too, allowing yourself to forget all of your responsibilities and problems. You never had anything to worry about around Fives, and having him by your side made you feel safe.
“I wish we could meet for real.” You didn’t mean to say that out loud and instinctively looked to meet Fives’s gaze. He nodded in agreement, resting his arms on his knees. “Me too, but if we do I’d rather you not see how horrific the Clone Wars has been.”
“I wish the Clone Wars could have ended differently.”
Fives looks uncertain of your answer, and he wonders if he should ask what the outcome of the War is. He wants to, but deep inside, he knows he shouldn’t.
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You awake in your bed, rubbing at your eyes as your alarm goes off. You turn it off, glancing at the time groggily. 6:00. A sigh leaves your lips and you roll out of bed. There’s movement in your sheets. You freeze, taking note of how human-like the form was. “It’s too early for this sleep paralysis demons, stop--” you rip off the sheets as fast as you can, “--oh...” You trail off, eyes wide in bewilderment. There’s a familiar man in your bed, except, he isn’t a man at all.
He looks to be around your age, and more youthful with the slightest hint of baby fat around his cheeks. He’s cleanly shaven, with a tattoo on his right temple of the aurebesh number 5. You stare at him for a moment, admiring how young, he looks. He's suddenly rolling in your bed, mumbling in his sleep before he jolts up, eyes wide and awake. He’s worried, maybe even a little scared at how unfamiliar the surroundings are. He’s already in ARC trooper mode, scanning his surroundings and reaching for his nonexistent blaster.
“Where...” You met his gaze, swallowing hard as if it’d help ground you.
“Fives.” Your voice is almost a whisper. “How did you get here?” You couldn’t believe your eyes. He was alive, in your bed, real. He shakes his head and sits up in your bed, eyeing his ‘civiie’ clothes uncomfortably. “Uh...these aren’t mine.” he dumbly states. You have the urge to snort. “Of course they aren’t yours Fives.” A long sigh escapes your lips and you eye the time on your phone. “I don’t have time to figure out how you got here. I have school and need to go in fifteen minutes.”
“Out of all the days I somehow show up, it’s on a school day?” Fives remarks. You pick through your closet, frantically pulling out a pair of clothes and shutting yourself in so Fives doesn’t see. “I have a big test, it’s first block and I’ve gotta walk to school.” You pull on your shirt and trousers, emerging from the closet with a frown. “I can’t be late, but I can’t just leave you here.”
“Should I, I don’t know, go with you?”
“You’re not enrolled in school,” you reach for a brush and Fives can only stare in awe as you run it through your locks. “I’m not sure what to--” You pause, placing your brush down with a sigh. “Oh right.”
“What do you mean, ‘oh right?”
“Global pandemic. I have online school. On the bright side, my parents are away. They’ve been quarantined in another state for work reasons.” Fives suddenly feels very dumb. He recalled you talking about ‘COVID-19 ‘ and how it’s a bit like the Blue Shadow Virus. “School doesn’t start until another two hours, so why is my alarm on for six o’clock?” You power on your phone, switching through the alarms and disabling the ones you don’t need with a shake of your head. Fives is mesmerized. He likes how thin the device is, and how it fits in your sweater pocket like a piece of flimsi.
You crawl around him, cuddling into your bed as he simply watches. “You’re going back to sleep?” You nod, placing your phone on its charger and closing your eyes. “We’ll figure out how you got here soon enough, and it’s not like there’s anything better to do.” Fives stares at your bed uncertainly. Was it really okay? You were a girl, after all, and this was your room. You beckon him over, and that’s when he decides to lie down.
Sleeping in a bed couldn’t hurt anyway. And besides, he’s known you for a long time (how long, he’s unsure). He can’t help but note how humongous your bed is compared to the ones in the barracks on the Resolute. It’s so soft, and he feels like he’s laying down on clouds.
“I’m jealous. Your bed’s really big and comfy. The boys would kill to sleep on something like this.” You smile, throwing your thick blankets on top of Fives. He’s about to say something, but you’re already asleep. It appals him how fast you’d done so, and again, he’s just the tiniest bit jealous. But that soon goes away as he relaxes into the soft blankets, savouring the warmth and comfort they provided.
He doesn’t dream, and neither do you.
You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring, and it takes you every single bit of strength left in your body to slide it off. “Urgh.” You flop down and Fives lazily turns to face you. He opens his eyes, blinking the sleep away with a yawn. “Your bed is amazing.” You grin, climbing out of bed as Fives cuddles into your sheets. “I know, right?”
You open your laptop and log into Google classroom. Zoom awaits you, and it’s the first thing you open along with your quiz work. You sigh, begrudgingly turning on your camera as it starts.
“Good morning everyone.” your teacher says with a smile. “How is everyone doing today?” It’s awkwardly silent for a few moments before someone quietly says ‘good’. You wait for someone else to respond, but it’s silent again. Fives glances over at your computer. He silently crawls out of bed, carefully folding your blankets and ducking out of the camera’s view.
“I guess everyone’s still asleep.” your teacher says with a chuckle. “The Zoom is open if you have any questions on the quiz. I’m not going to keep you here, so if you’d like, you can leave and get to work. You have until the end of the period.” You nod and exit out of the Zoom. Opening up the quiz, you scan over its contents. Your face begins to twist as you read through the problems, your stomach churning with unbelievable doubt.
You were going to fail even though you spent all night studying.
“What even is this?” You scroll through the doc with a scowl, eyeing the equations and problems as if it were the scum of the Earth (which it was). “I’m going to fail. Wonderful.” Despite that, you get to work anyway, scribbling random numbers on a scrap piece of paper. Fives takes a seat on the chair next to you, curiously watching you work through the problems.
“I thought you didn’t know how to do that.”
“I don’t, but I’m trying to see if I can find the answers on the multiple choice questions through trial and error. If I get it wrong, then consider this test flunked.” Fives takes one glance at the paper you’re writing on and immediately regrets it. The equations look like a foreign language to him, with numbers and letters he wasn’t even sure could be possible. “That’s definitely not something they teach us on Kamino.” he says. “And stars am I glad for that.”
You frown, scribbling out an equation with a groan. “I hate this!” Fives wishes he could help, but he doesn’t know how. Math isn’t something he’s done besides the basics of addition and subtraction. He knew decimals too, and a little bit about fractions, but that was all. It wasn’t enough to help you figure out how to use the equation x = x0 + v0t.
“I feel really bad for you.” he muttered. You snorted. “I feel bad for me too.”
Fifteen minutes pass. Then twenty. Thirty. Forty. Forty-five....
“Done.” You typed in the last number and submitted the doc, running a hand through your hair as you did so. “I hate this class, but it’s required. Who even needs to know all this stuff anyway?” Fives doesn’t know how to respond, so he watches as you stress over your test. He had his own experiences of tests, but they were for ARC training, or drills he had to remember to keep himself alive on the battlefield.
Like you said, this stuff was useless if you didn’t need it.
The next three class flew by incredibly slowly. Fives didn’t have anything to do, so he watched you go about your day like it were a documentary. In a way, he found it interesting how simple yet complex your life was. You had six hours of school (which used to be seven before the pandemic), one lunch break around noon, and the rest of the day to finish assignments or relax.
He envied how leisurely it was compared to his own life. You had free time to roam around the house or the neighbourhood once you were done, and a whole fridge full of flavourful foods he’s never even had once. Although your life was still stressful, it was lived in the bliss of never knowing the horrors of war.
“Okay, it’s lunch time.” you broke in with a relieved sigh. “Let’s go downstairs.” You opened the door. In Fives’s eyes, your house was a complete dream. “Wow. You have a nice house.” You smiled, leading him down the stairs. “It’s better than a barracks, that’s what. In most peoples’ eyes, my house is normal. It’s not too shabby, but not something you’d find in the town over.”
“What do you mean?”
“Rich town. They’re known for the private schools--which are schools that cost money to be enrolled in. I go to a public school, but there’s really not much difference in the curriculums so it doesn’t matter to me. Save money, live better, Walmart.” Fives didn’t ask what a ‘Walmart’ is. As soon as you paused in front of the kitchen, he knew his jaw had hit the floor.
There was a smug look in your eyes as you pulled a box of cereal out of the cabinet. “How about we eat a little bit of everything?” You tossed him the cereal box and he read the title. “That way you can experience it all.” Fives stared at the cereal box with furrowed brows. “’Kix’?”
“I know right? Same name as your Kix.”
Fives wasn’t a big fan of the cereal, but the candy you gave him? Force was that amazing.
You both sat at the kitchen table, candy and chocolate wrappers everywhere. You’d clean up later, what mattered now was spending time with Fives before you figured out a way to get him home. “Isn’t it, I don��t know, lonely here?” he inquired. You fiddled with a candy wrapper, mindlessly scanning over it s ingredients. “I’m not sure. My parents are always away so I don’t see them much. I don’t have many friends and I don’t text them. I don’t really think I can say I’m lonely because I don’t know how it would feel to be lonely when I’m used to it.”
Fives mulled over your lengthy answer thoughtfully. He thought about all his brothers, both the alive and fallen. He couldn’t imagine ever being separated from them, especially since he was around them 24/7. “Well for me,” he began, “I think I’d be lonely in such a big house. You know that I grew up around brothers, guess it’s all I’ve ever known. I’m never alone. I have my brothers.”
You felt an equal sense of connection between yourself and Fives. Both of you did come from different worlds, but you understood not understanding something because that was what you were used to. You couldn’t imagine ever having people around while Fives couldn’t imagine being on his own. Slowly, you gathered the candy wrappers, depositing them in the rubbish bin before glancing at the clock. “I have two more classes.” Your voice was quiet. “You can hang around here if you want, I’ll be upstairs.”
Fives winced to himself when you disappeared. He had hit a sore spot.
Three days later, 14:20, Friday
“Done, done, and done. Happy Friday to you and happy Friday to me.” you mumbled to yourself with a sigh. You thanked whatever was out there for no homework and shrank into your chair. There was a ‘ping!’ from your phone and you checked your email.
First Period Quiz: Marked
You frowned, tapping on the email anyway. Suddenly, you froze, eyes wide over the score displayed on the screen.
25/100%
You failed. Well, of course you failed! You didn’t know a single thing on the stupid quiz anyway. A long sigh escaped your lips and you tossed your phone on your bed. You rested your head in your hands, heaving out deep breaths to steady out the shock. There were footsteps outside your door, and you didn’t need to see a face to know who it was.
“What happened?”
“That test this morning? Yeah, I failed. I studied all night, but it was useless anyway.” Fives didn’t miss the tremble in your voice. After being around so many brothers with trauma, he could identify that tone of voice in a heartbeat. Over these past three days, he learned a lot about you, and he knew you’d done the same. He found out that school was more important than anything to you. He surmised it was because of the pressure your parents put on your shoulders rather than something you chose to dedicate your heart to. He also found out your favourite colour was (f/c) and that you liked to (activity) and (activity).
On the contrary, you only learned about Fives’s habits and a few new things he liked to do or eat. He knew it was because he was, well, a fictional character in your world, but that was something he refused to dwell on (it’d give him an existential crisis).
He took a seat by your side, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. You sniffled, and it was then that Fives knew he had to do something--fast.
Tests weren’t something he personally cried about, but he had seen a few shinies do it in the past. “Hey, hey...” His voice was soft, gentle, like a warm breeze. “It’s okay. Can’t you, I don’t know, do a make-up test?” You shook your head sullenly. “No. My teacher doesn’t allow it.”
“Oh.” He paused, rubbing circles on your back. “Well it’s not the end of the world, right? There will probably be more opportunities that can raise your grade.”
“But I already have a ninety in that class!” You held back a few tears and raised your head. You couldn’t let Fives see you cry over something so pathetic. “I’m going to have an eighty-nine, and I can’t afford to do that! My mum wants me to go to Harvard, my dad wants me to go to MIT... Those are all IV League schools, the top of the top, and I can’t get there if I can’t keep my grades up. I--I just--I wish--”
There’s another wave of tears that build up in your eyes and you bury your head in your arms. You heave out a shaky sigh as Fives scoots closer to you in support. You appreciate his presence, but you’re not sure he can really do anything to help you. He’s a soldier after all, not a professor from a university. He’s build differently, made differently, trained differently while you’re you. A teenager. A nobody who tries her best but can’t succeed.
“My parents are going to be so mad at me. They’re going to...they’ll...” You know they won’t be home for at least another month, but that realisation is enough for the tears to burst and for you to start loudly sobbing. That test was the last to be submitted for the term, so even if you did try to persuade your teacher to allow you to do test-corrections, she would say no. You were going to have to accept a big, fat B on your report card.
Fives doesn’t know what to say, but he knows that if Echo were here, he’d know exactly what to do. But Fives wasn’t Echo. He wasn’t good with words of comfort or really anything off the battlefield. He didn’t know this type of pain like you did. And so he asks the only thing he really can: “Is there anything I can do to help you?”
You just want a shoulder to lean on, someone to physically be there for you after having no one for so many years. So Fives holds you, and you’ve never felt safer in his arms. He rocks you back and forth, hums a little song you know to be in Mando’a. What really matters is that he’s there, and that he has your back. No matter how different you both were, it was clear that pain could take shape in various forms. Some on larger scales than others.
Fives knew that if he was you, he’d feel the same pain too.
PT 2
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Rock Bottom
Day 2 and the Prompt we going for was- Insecurity. And lemme just say I went ham on this one. Sorry for anyone who read my unedited version a few hours ago, my tumblr cue time is weird af...
This is a bit of a mash up between backstory and insecurity but definitely ANGSTY AF! Really now, good luck.
There are ALLOT of trigger warnings so much, I dare say it’s rated. Drug use, pregnancy, postnatal complications (and death), ABUSE (emotional, physical, verbal, familial), prostitution (mention)...I probably missed allot but this one is intense.
Gonna tag @a-nonnie-mousse (’cause you a sweetie) and @lasquadraweek2020 for this one and also @risottoneroo (though if Mel’s not your cup of tea, I’m so sorry but we mutuals now so sowwy UwU)
2,4 K words- good luck ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ
Looking at the mirror one morning Melone couldn’t help but breath a heavy sigh. March 22nd held a painful memory to him- which was why he was due at the graveyard at 9 for a personal meeting. Risotto had been kind enough to allow it but not without warning.
“Don’t get caught.” Was all he said.
“Yeah, like I’d allow another fuck up.” He scoffed as he tied his hair back to get ready. As if he hadn’t heard enough of that in his life. Gazing back at himself mirror- tired and defeated he recalled a younger version of himself doing and thinking the same thing a few years ago- looking back at the mirror and feeling the same way he did at that moment. It had happened after another fight with his mother.
“Stefan.” His mother hissed as she angrily loomed over his shoulder. “What’s this?” She tossed the physics pop quiz on the table in front of him- feeling panic set in his spine, wanting to jump out of his chair and hurdle his way out of her grasp. He had thrown that piece of paper away- he could have sworn he did. Right now, of course, he was wishing he had burned it instead.
“Nothing, mama.”
“Nothing is it? Because it looks like a C- to me.”
He swallowed, hoping she was a too tired to fight him today. “Most of the class-“
“I don’t-“she grabbed hold of the hair on top of his head and shoved his head down onto the table. “-CARE ABOUT HOW MOST OF THE CLASS DID! That is going on your report card!”
He kept his head down, nose bleeding into the algebra homework he was working on below him. Picking up his head now would only make her hurt him more. “Mama, it was a mock test.”
“So, this is how little you know. Did you cheat your way through your grades your whole life?”
He didn’t say anything, knowing there was no point in arguing with her when she was like this.
Melone grew up in a household most people would find bizarre but he never labelled it abuse. Not until his university sweetheart held his hand and asked him. “Why do you apologize for everything you do?”
It wasn’t hard to figure out once he sat down and considered it instead of shoving the question aside in favour of a taking a bit of ecstasy and a willing side piece- a bad habit he had picked up after he left the hellish hole he called home.
“You’re just as stupid as your father.”
“You’re just as spineless as your mother.”
Two phrases interchanged by two people who didn’t love each other in the slightest and him in the middle of it all- wondering why nothing he did was ever enough.
Melone shook off the memory as he splashed his face with the warm water from the tap, only to end up being caught up in his own reflection again, by the gaze of his heterochromatic eyes- the mask he wore on the lay job forgotten on his bedside table. He had had many of his one night stands tell him he was gorgeous with the one blue and one green eye but he had spent enough of his childhood being told by his father what a freak it made him.
He gazed back at his own bed, surprisingly devoid of the previous night’s endeavour. So, he pulled the sheets off and remade the bed, thinking on how badly he wished he wasn’t sober- numbing away the grief he was feeling with a little white pill and the pleasure of being praised between the sheets.
The weather forecast called for a cold chill and some scattered showers, how fitting for the proper black coat and suit he left the apartment in. He got into the car with Ghiacchio without another word beside a simple greeting, not wanting to anger the blue-haired man beside him- he didn’t quiet feel up to the banter, or perhaps arguments was a better word, he shared with Ghiacchio.
The scenery melded from cityscape to countryside- reminding him of the first time he went to this graveyard. At the time, tragedy has struck his life like lightning and was burning down everything he had dared to hope for- the person waiting for him at the church connected to the graveyard was all hope he had left to save Bianca.
The life of the mafia was never really one he was completely ignorant of- the contraband he used to take like sugar pills was just one of the ways he already had his foot in the door- although at the time he simply deemed himself as paying for a product from a lackey. When he cleaned up his act for Bianca he thought he’d never have to delve that dark again. The straight and narrow path didn’t last long though and soon he came to realize that he had been surrounded by crime his whole life, only waiting to be inevitably swallowed by it.
Ghiacchio pulled up a few blocks short of the graveyard gates and Melone handed him a wad of cash as payment. “That’s generous.” Ghiacchio commented but Melone didn’t answer. He simply got up and thanked him again. He would walk the rest of the way- which wasn’t far.
Melone bought a handful of Marigolds from the flower vendor on his way and continued to move through the gates- meandering through as he racked his brain as to where they were buried. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t care, it just hurt too much to think about often enough to remember. When he eventually found the white marble mausoleum he stepped in and found the two plaques on the wall where he inserted the flowers into their designated holdings.
Bianca Regio and Vita Regio.
Six years ago, shortly after he graduated his first-year medical school, he had gotten some news from his girlfriend Bianca- she was pregnant with his baby.
He supposed normal students would have seen their whole lives doomed but the joy he felt overwhelmed his worry surrounding finances to take care of the child. It was most definitely not his plan, but he didn’t care. He felt so hopeful for the kid’s sake- a prospect he looked back at and cringed at his own desperation to give something he never had. He and his girlfriend loved each other. Even thinking on that phrase made his heart ache. She loved him. He loved her. They were going to start a loving family together. He could give them what he never had. It only occurred to him later on how contradicting that was but at the time, ignorance was bliss.
It didn’t last long of course- six months after Bianca told him she went into premature labour and then shortly after got a blood clot in her portal vein. Vita was born 3 months too early and was already in intensive care within hours of her birth and Bianca was getting weaker by the minute. The panic and desperation set into Melone the second she was moved into the ICU with no prospect of getting better. Despite severing ties with his parents Melone knew where his bread was buttered. A broke medical student couldn’t wish to pay the medical bills Bianca was tallying up in the hospital. He didn’t even think twice to call his father and admit his defeat.
What his father told him would have shocked anyone else in this world- to hear your father say. “The capo that runs this town is at the church in Venicio- confession ends in an hour.” It suddenly made sense how his father could always afford the expensive cars or the expensive furniture in their home despite being a lowly state attorney while his mother worked as his assistant.
Melone took a cab as close as close to the church as he dared- true to his father warning-and ran to the find the man who could help him.
“Signore, I beg you. My love and our child are in danger.” He had begged as he dropped to his knees in front of the man. “I sell myself to you, my future, my life. It’s all yours if you would just lend me for the medical bills now.”
The capo ran a hand over Melone’s tear-streaked face, pinching his chin between his thumb and forefinger. Melone was made to gaze up at him. The stern, unreadable expression made him tense up in fear of accidentally disrespecting him. But the capo turned Melone’s head as if to observe him. “I’ll consider it.” He grumbled as he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a thick wad of cash which Melone took in disbelief. “I expect you at Libechio’s tomorrow afternoon, sharp.”
And with that, he moved past Melone.
He didn’t regret it, he never would. It only hurt that at face value it was in vain. The money spoke louder than his begging ever would and as it turned out- whatever treatment they gave Bianca allowed her to be moved back into a regular hospital room. He spoke to Bianca the very morning he was due at Libeccio’s- feeling hopeful that she’d recover. Even the capo took pity on him, saying he’d have handed him to a pimp that day if it weren’t for the news of Bianca’s position. At the time, Melone had no idea what the capo had meant- not truly. He thought the capo had learned more about him- about Biacna’s pre-term labour and her sudden illness but he understands now that they are usually not that giving.
Instead, Melone got an alternative deal. Melone would finish his medical studies full term on the capo’s good graces to fulfill the need for a medic in the mafia before he would be officially initiated. since he lost Lucy and their unborn child in the same night.
The expensive treatment Melone had paid for gave Melome a solid two days before he had to give a painful, final goodbye to both Bianca and his daughter. The baby’s heartbeat was lost two hours prior to Bianca’s death. He had begged, pleaded for her to hold on just a bit longer but with tear-rimmed he said his final goodbye, grasping onto her like she was his lifeline. He didn’t let go of her until they escorted him out of the room- by then her hand had lost all its warmth.
Outside of the hospital he came face to face with Bianca’s family- having to explain to her parents what had happened to her. Standing in front of them was probably the heaviest thing he had been forced to do. Suddenly all the insecurities his parents ever made him believe were proved right. He wasn’t enough to take care of Bianca. He wasn’t enough to take care of Vita. He wasn’t enough to take care of himself. He wasn’t smart enough to have come up with a plan without his father’s help. He wasn’t smart enough to understand that he’d never be able to live the life he so desperately craved.
After that he had to go home and clear away all her books and research she had left on his desk, the plans he had for the nursery, the applications for a home loan and eventually even the ring he wanted to propose to her with was pawned- anything to try and rid himself of any reminder of his failure. To forget the pain of losing all he had hoped for in one night.
“Stefan.” A voice called beside him.
“Mrs Regio.” He turned to Bianca’s mother who held a bundle of flowers in her hand. “You look well.”
“As do you, Mrs Regio.” He didn’t say anything else, simply handing over the envelope of cash he owed her family.
Bianca and Melone turned out to have more in common than they truly knew. Bianca ran away from home when she found out her parents were involved in organized crime and Melone ran away only to find out his family did the same.
Because the money Melone borrowed from the capo went towards Bianca’s treatment- it was her parents who let her slip away from their care and they therefor had to take on the debt Melone had made. He refused to let Bianca’s parents think lowly of him so that brought him here, paying off a year’s worth of debt every year he met with Mrs Regio.
He turned to look at Bianca’s plaque one more, praying that she could forgive him for failing her and continuing to fail her as he continued to live as he did. His sobriety was thrown out the window the day he came home from her funeral. He kept up his promise of finishing his degree on whatever he felt like using until he had to be initiated- then he had to sober up just enough to do his job in the mafia.
BabyFace came to be and so did his most lecherous self- which made eventually stop seeing victims and mothers as people but as faceless bodies.
But when he woke up after a high of a kill all he could ask was:
Was that all he was worth? Was that what his soul was made of? An intense hunger for still wanting to find the perfect mother, be a perfect father and create the perfect baby? Now thriving on make others understand how it feels to be deconstructed until they’re nothing- just as he had for so many years?
Was this trauma always going to taunt him? Was he always going to be reminded of his insecurity within himself?
At first the stand seemed useless until he tried using his stand on a mission to take out a bastard who was behind on rent money. It was then that he realized it was better for murder than it was at helping him achieve the dream that haunted him.
“It wasn’t your fault, Stefan. You did more than we could.”
“Not enough.”
The two stepped out of the mausoleum, closing the door behind them. “You’re a good man, Stefan.” Was the last thing Bianca’s mother told him before turning and walking away.
Melone shook his head as he started walking back to the entrance of the graveyard.
“I never was, Mrs Regio.”
The second he got back into the car with Ghiacchio, he popped a pill and asked to wait a few minutes so he could take a smoke break and call an old friend of his…
“Yeah I don’t care who, just make sure she’s not new.”
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Warren Worthington- Tease
requested by anon: Hi!! , i was wondering if you could write something where the reader can read minds and she can hear that warren has a massive crush on her, so she always act confident in front of him. And maybe some smut with sub warren??
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A/N: this took forever i am so sorry! also i didn’t have time for the smut :( but pls enjoy
Monday, September 16th. 7:42 am
(Y/n)’s eyes were half closed as she looked over her calculus quiz. Getting a pop quiz was never fun, but having a pop quiz during your first period? Well, that’s just the definition of hell.
She was supposed to be solving for a geometric limit (something she had studied for), but her brain hadn’t woken up yet. Instead, she turned to her mutation for answers. She looked towards Kurt who was seated in front of her. (Y/n) focused on him, trying to get into his head.
“As x approaches b? Vhat does that even mean?”
Kurt’s thoughts were no help, he seemed just as lost as she was. She moved to focus on Scott, who was seated a few chairs over from her. (Y/n) eyes flicked towards him, trying to not be noticed by the teacher.
(Y/n) finally got into his mind, just to be suddenly overwhelmed by noise.
“It’s the EYE OF THE TIGER! IT’S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT-”
Scott was too busy singing Survivor’s newest hit to himself to share answers.
(Y/n) let out a long sigh, looking around at the other students. She didn’t trust most of the kids enough to steal answers from them, but she figured she didn’t have many options either way.
Looking around to find someone smart, (Y/n)’s eyes were caught by the stark white of Warren’s wings. They looked so pristine under the florescent lighting, making him truly look like an angel.
Wonder what he’s thinking about, she thought to herself.
Despite liking him for so long, (Y/n) had managed to refrain from peeking into his mind, afraid he might find out and be upset with her (and also possibly afraid that she might hear that he likes someone else).
Before (Y/n) knew what was happening, she was inside Warren’s mind. She could hear his breath roaring in her ears.
“She’s not writing anything either- that’s a good sign. If she fails this quiz too, I won’t look stupid in front of her. Or maybe I should try and impress her. Or would I just look like a douche?”
Warren’s head was filled with thoughts surrounding a certain “she”. (Y/n) could only guess that he was talking about Ororo, who was only a few chairs in front of him. The two were very close, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if he liked her (although she tried to push those thoughts away).
And that’s why you don’t spy on crushes, you only get hurt, she thought.
(Y/n) tried to make herself shut him out, but part of her wouldn’t let go. She was holding onto his words, somehow enjoying his nervous tone. It made her feel closer to him, having never seen that side of Warren. He was usually quiet, but it seemed like in his own head he tended to ramble on nervously. It was cute.
“Maybe she could tutor me- no what if she thinks I’m dumb, she wouldn’t date a dumb dude. But also we’d get to spend time together.”
Warren was running through pros and cons of asking the girl to tutor him, and he was being quite thorough, which (Y/n) thought was sweet. He really cared for this mystery girl (probably Ororo, but still not 100% sure.) and despite (Y/n)’s heart being crushed, she was happy he was happy.
“Plus (Y/n) has the same study hall as me so it could work out great! I guess I need to actually ask her- oh fuck I need to actually ask her.”
(Y/n) felt her jaw drop, her head whipping from the front of the room to face Warren. As she turned, she caught him staring at her. His faced turned red and he looked down at his quiz quickly.
Me? Holy fuck! He likes me!
(Y/n) quickly tuned into Warren’s thoughts once again, hearing him scold himself.
“Shit! Shit, shit, shit- she saw me. It’s fine, you’re fine, Warren. Just play it cool. Keep it cool.”
(Y/n) bit down on her lip to repress her smile.
He. Likes. Me.
She turned to look back at Warren. His face was buried in his hands, his quiz pushed to the other side of the desk. It seemed he had given up on it.
Maybe I should ask if he wants tutoring, she thought.
(Y/n) figured Warren wouldn’t make the first move, so she planned to ask him during lunch that day.
She went through the rest of her morning classes like she was floating. Having her crush like her back was something that had never happened to her before. It was amazing.
Now the only thing was to somehow get Warren to ask her out. Although (Y/n) already knew how he felt, she didn’t want to make that move. She knew him well enough to know that he got embarrassed when girls did the “boy’s” job (toxic masculinity in the 80s, am i right?).
If she just acted a bit more confident and up front, he’d be sure to ask her out in no time.
As fourth period came to a close, (Y/n) went over what she wanted to say to Warren in her head. She wanted to offer tutoring help, but not accidentally make him feel dumb or act like she was better than him. (She was probably overthinking this, but she tended to do that around him).
The bell rang and she swung her bag over her shoulder, rushing down the stairs to get in line before it got too long. Looking ahead in line, she saw Warren near the front. Her breathing started to pick up and she went over her words once again.
After getting her food, she walked towards Warren’s table where he sat with Peter, Kurt, and Scott.
“Hey, Warren! And, uh, everyone else I guess.. Anyway! I was wondering if you wanted to study for math in the library after school some time? This unit is pretty hard and the test is next week so.. yeah.”
“Y-yeah! I mean uh, yes. I would like that, yeah. Today? Can we do today? I’m free after school.” His face was red and the words spilled out, unable to stop himself from totally embarrassing himself.
“Sure, yeah! I’m down. I’ll see you then,” she said as she walked away.
Warren nodded, licking his dry lips, “O-okay!”
Peter burst into laughter once (Y/n) was out of earshot, “God, that was the worst thing I’ve ever seen.”
“What? Shut up! I was cool.”
“You were definitely not cool. You need to relax around her. Just chill.”
“Or,” Scott said in between bites of his pizza, “Just ask her out already and see what happens.”
“I can’t do that! It’s way to early for that! She’ll- she’ll say no and I can’t take that.”
Scott shrugged, “Fine. You’re suffering, not mine. Do what you wish.”
Warren huffed, returning to his food before the lunch period ended.
At 3:00 after his last class he pushed his way through the hallway and towards the library, wanting to beat (Y/n) there so he could get set up and look sophisticated. He opened the door, taking a seat at a table towards the back for privacy.
(Y/n) joined him about 5 minutes later, lips stretched into a smile. “Hey! Sorry, had to run upstairs to get my textbook.”
She sat down next to him, plopping the textbook on the table.
“Okay, so! Should we start with algebraic limits? I’m better with those.”
Warren nodded, cheeks red as (Y/n) stared at him, waiting for an answer. She flipped open the book and moved to pull out her notebook. As she was moving her hand brushed Warren’s, making him turn even redder.
He tried to follow Peter’s advice, but wasn’t any good at keeping his “chill” around the girl of his dreams.
She touched my hand!
(Y/n) laughed a little when she heard his inner voice. To mess with him further, she placed her hand on his arm while explaining the first practice problem.
She’s- She’s touching me! Oh god, she’s so pretty.
Her face heated up from Warren’s internal comments. (Y/n) flipped the page, reading out loud about the limit definition formula. Her right hand was flipping pages as her left fell to Warren’s thigh.
“So as x approaches h, you can use the same power rule to avoid solving for h and f...”
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck. I- what the fuck.
Suddenly Warren coughed, his head whipping down and back up quickly, but (Y/n) continued reading as if she didn’t notice.
Oh god, will she notice I have a boner? Oh fuck, I’m awful!
(Y/n) suddenly choked on her words, looking at Warren quickly.
“Wh- I mean, uh, which problem should we start with?”
Warren shrugged, face bright red, “U-uhm, any is fine.”
They studied for the next hour and half, (Y/n)’s hand occasionally hitting Warren just to see his reaction.
After their studying session, (Y/n) returned to her dorm room, frustrated that Warren hadn’t asked her out when she was being so obvious that she liked him!
“I guess I need to do a little bit more,” she thought to herself.
The next day in their training period, she had decided to partner up with Warren (who of course immediately said yes). Raven was teaching about how to throw an opponent off balance by kicking out their legs from under them and pin them down.
Oh great, so I’ll be spending today on top of (Y/n), Warren thought. His face burned at the idea of (Y/n) pinning him down.
(Y/n) smiled, loving the way he blushed so easily. She spent the next half an hour repeatedly pinning him to the ground, smiling at him from above.
“Gotcha!”
Warren laughed, “S-sure do.”
By the end of training, Warren felt as though he couldn’t breathe. Not because he was tired, but because (Y/n) always made him breathless.
She approached him where he was drinking from the water fountain. “You’re cute when you blush, by the way.”
Warren spun around to face her, “T-thanks? Thanks. So, uh, so are you. Not- not just when you blush, I mean- like-”
“Thank you,” she cut off his rambling.
Ask me out! Ask me out! Please!, she thought.
Warren nodded, scratching the back of his neck.
You know what? Fuck this!, (Y/n) thought.
“I know you like me.”
“W-what?” he sputtered out. “I- I don’t, I don’t like you! W-where did you hear that?”
“Well, sorta heard it from you. I really didn’t mean to look into your head, it just kind of happened.”
Warren gulped, eyes wide, “O-oh. O-okay, sorry.”
“What, no don’t be sorry! I like you too!”
Warren let out a long breath, “Why didn’t you lead with that?!”
“Just wanted to tease you a bit more.”
“That’s evil!”
“Oh, you love it.”
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Schedules and the Big Three
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## Doctor POV ##
I studied the readings on the project All for One requested.
It was a delight to get to work on such a difficult piece, the unique combination of quirks, plus its appearance demands. It’s extremely delicate still, but soon it will reach the time for the next stage.
I grinned, everything is still holding steady, looks like I can add the next quirk.
## Aizawa POV ##
I groaned as I rearranged the papers in front of me.
Not only do I have to grade all the homework from last week, make up a full training schedule for my students, make sure they’re on top of their normal classes, and make sure they all get therapy, now I also have to be a quirk counselor for Midoriya, change his schedule around to fit the classes Nedzu was demanding for him, and deal with an obnoxious hero constantly popping in to make sure I’m no ‘overdoing it’.
This is so tedious.
Plus, I also still need to watch the press conference release, didn’t get the chance when I was in the hospital and certainly not since I got out.
I can turn it on while I finish changing Midoriya’s schedule.
Of course, that requires grabbing the remote.
I glared at the offending object, just out of reach.
Stupid bandages.
I could use my capture scarf…
I stiffened when I heard knocking on my door, turning slowly to glare at it.
Now I have to get up.
I grumbled and slowly moved over to the door, opening it and glaring more.
“Hello Aizawa-san, how are you? I brought you something to eat.” All Might in his shrunken form stood there, holding up a bag, presumably holding food.
It took all my self-control not to slam the door in his face.
“Yagi what do you want?”
“Just thought I’d check in, make sure you’re doing alright. I told Nedzu I’d help you with the grading.”
Damn it Nedzu.
I glared some more, “Fine, but we’re gonna talk about how you know Midoriya then.”
He blanched, and I hid a smirk, stepping aside to let him in.
“Ah, haha, uh, sure…” He moved inside, still stupidly tall.
I moved back to the couch, grabbing the remote and turning to the press conference (thank goodness Mic recorded it for me).
All Might awkwardly sat, pulling two bentos out of his bag.
They smell delicious damn it.
“So what are you doing right now?” All Might handed me one of the bentos as he studied the papers.
“Don’t try to change the subject.” I grumbled, taking the bento with as much grace as I could with my movements so stiff from the bandages.
I watched as the press conference started.
“Well uh,” He looked anywhere but at me.
“How do you know Midoriya?”
“Uh…”
Nedzu started speaking.
‘Today during the first practical course for Rescue training for Class 1-A villains attacked the USJ.’
“He’s… I… Well…”
I turned to glare at him again, “Don’t give me an excuse, just tell me how you know my student.”
‘-split up around the facility by the warp villain-‘
“I must ask you to keep this top secret Aizawa-san.”
My eyes narrowed, “Alright…”
‘-fought off the villains and headed back to the entrance to rendezvous-‘
“I’m-“
“Yes?”
“I’m his, uh, uncle! Yes, his uncle! Uh, but you must not tell anyone. It’s top secret and all.”
I stared, “His uncle?”
‘-creature had multiple quirks and managed to take down one teacher-‘
“Yes!”
I thought about Midoriya greeting him, seemed to stumble over it. Hmm.
“I see. You’d best not be giving him favoritism, are you related through his mom?”
“I would never do favoritism!”
Liar.
‘-the students came to aid All Might, though unnecessary it was very brave of them and helped-‘
“And no, it’s uh, through his dad! Yes, his dad and me are brothers. Hehe…”
He quickly started eating.
I hummed, turning back to the screen. I’d double check with my problem child but despite his nervousness I don’t think he’s lying. Just nervous about revealing it.
‘-and the creature known as Nomu was captured, along with the majority of the villains. Unfortunately due to the nature of his quirk the warp villain was able to get away with the leader of the villains-‘
The detective is a friend of All Might’s too, so makes sense that he would know Midoriya, even if they’d never met.
‘-the students had minimal injury, only one needing medical attention which he received from Recovery Girl-‘
I dug through the papers, looking for his file.
The vagueness surrounding his dad would make sense if the number one hero was trying to protect his family, guess that answers that question.
‘-escaped and we do warn the public to be aware of this. The police are trying-‘
“Well uh, anyways… how are you?”
I frowned, glancing back at him, “Fine.”
He nodded, “Uh, any grading I can help you with?”
‘-but the public should remember to be on guard as they are still at large-‘
“Those papers need grading,” I motioned to a pile at the edge of the table I’d been saving for later.
“I’ll just… do those then.” He murmured, picking up the papers.
‘-whether sports festival will still happen is uncertain at this time but we will make an announcement when it has been-‘
All Might started working on the papers while went back to Midoriya’s schedule, putting the bento aside.
Okay so Nedzu said to toss out his strategy class entirely and put him down for Private Lessons with Nedzu instead, lovely the world will burn.
That means that he’ll have Nedzu on Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday… That’s way too much Nedzu in my opinion.
The class had their first strategy class yesterday, it would’ve been just opening up the subject though, they would’ve done that last Saturday, but they had the day off.
‘-promise that we will take care of the students mental health, a schedule is being made to speak with our on-site therapist-‘
I shuffled through to check his English grade, Nedzu recommended cutting that class out and using it for quirk counseling, since it’s one of my free periods. I teach Human Theory and Communications for the upper years, so I need to make sure the class switched out works, and unfortunately English does.
I’ll have to have Problem Child test out of English, at least first year English, or he’ll have to do self-study. But if Nedzu says he’ll be fine then he probably will.
‘-setting up new security measures to insure the safety of our students-‘
Right so, I checked again and raised an eyebrow. Have him test through Geometry and stick him in Pre-Calc? Really? If he continues Maths after that he’ll have to take them with the business classes…
I sighed, well, Nedzu says to so. I marked him down for that then shuffled through the stack, he’ll be taking it with Class 3-A it looks like. Joy.
‘-are there any questions?’
Okay so the schedule looks settled, it will take a bit to adjust, Midoriya will start with Pre-Calc tomorrow so it’ll be right off the bat. I’ll have to show him to his new class just to be safe.
“What are you working on?”
‘-if it happens again?”
I looked over at All Might, “What?”
“The papers, are you grading?” He was studying the mess of papers around me curiously.
“No, right now I’m finishing Midoriya’s schedule. Nedzu is having it changed up.”
‘-excellent question. We are implementing-‘
He frowned, “Why?”
“Because he doesn’t need some classes and does need others.”
He nodded, “I see.” He shifted, marking something on the page.
“Do you know about his quirk?”
All Might broke into a coughing fit, bringing his hand up to stop the blood from getting all over the papers.
‘-being done to compensate the family of the student that was-‘
“Wha-What?”
I stared, “You okay?”
“Fine, what did you say?” He wiped at his mouth.
“Do you know about his quirk? It just recently evolved apparently.”
‘-and furthermore there will be a memorial service held for him-‘
He coughed again, lighter this time, “Ah, yes, I do. I helped him train with it some. Helped him build up muscle and the like. It works a bit similar to my own so…”
I nodded, “What can you tell me about it?”
He coughed, “Uh well, I’m not certain that my advice will be much help, my quirk has never hurt me the same way so…”
I nodded, scowling. I’ll have my Problem Child give me an analysis of his own quirk, he seems pretty good at them.
Now to make a training schedule.
## Izuku POV ##
Aizawa-sensei just dropped me off at the pre-calc class after homeroom. How fun.
I swallowed, apparently I tested out, who knew?
I stood awkwardly to the side while Aizawa-sensei talked to Ectoplasm (who’s ability to create clones is apparently very useful since he’s also teaching Algebra for my class).
I was sent to a seat behind a blonde-haired kid with blue eyes, I swear I remember him from the sports festival I just need a minute to think about it, and beside a black haired who ducked his head.
I shifted nervously.
“Alright class, Midoriya Izuku has tested up to Pre-Calc, he’s from class 1-A. Please give him a warm welcome, he’ll be in our Pre-Calc class for the rest of the year.”
I offered a nervous smile to the class.
“I’m sure someone would be willing to catch him up on what he missed last week and on Monday. Now then, moving on.”
He started writing on the board, “Let the domain of a function be this set of values: A = {0, 1, 2, −2}”
The chalk moved across the board and I scrambled to start writing notes.
The class was stressful, I was missing some of what we’d learned, but I’d also done some of this before because Dad wanted me to. So at least I wasn’t totally behind.
Class passed almost in a blur, we had a mini quiz, but I was excused from it for this week, next week I’d have to start taking them though.
I stretched when the bell rang and started to pack things up.
“Hi!”
I nearly jumped out of my skin, the boy in front of me had turned around.
“Um, hi?”
“I’m Mirio Togata, it’s nice to meet you Midoriya-kouhai!”
“Um,” I tugged the first part off my pen, “Nice to meet you…”
“Mirio, too bright.”
“That’s Tamaki Amajiki.”
“Hi,” I whispered.
“Hello! Are you really from Class 1-A? What was it like getting attacked by villains? Is your hair naturally green? What’s your quirk?”
I shrunk away.
“Nejire! We’re not supposed to ask about the villain attack.”
“Oh yeah, oops,” She offered me a grin, “I’m Nejire Hado!
“Midoriya Izuku,” I mumbled
“So why are you in our class now?”
I shifted, remembering the story I made plus the test I had to take, “Well uh, I tested out of the lower level math’s, um, the Principal had me take some tests, uh, my quirk… I um learned something new about my quirk which is why I took the test so…”
“Cool! We’re happy to have you! Tamaki has the best notes too so if you need any don’t hesitate to ask him!”
“Oh, um, thanks,” I peered at them shyly, “If it’s not too much trouble…”
Tamaki nodded, hiding behind Mirio. “I’ll make copies and give them to you tomorrow,” he whispered.
I smiled brightly, “Thank you.”
He blinked before hiding his face in Mirio’s shoulder, “Too bright.”
I tilted my head confused.
Nejire laughed and hooked an arm with mine, “What’s your next class?”
I straightened, glancing at the clock, “Ah! I’ve got to go, or I’ll be late!”
“Well where is it? We’ll take you just to be safe, we have English next.” Nejire dragged me out the door and Mirio grabbed my bag with a laugh.
“I have Modern Art Hero History next.” I stumbled as Nejire dragged me down the hall.
“Oh, with Midnight! How fun. I remember that class, it was so fun learning about art and how it’s changed since heroes became a thing! What’s your favorite class? Is it math? I hate math, it’s so hard! I much prefer the language classes personally, one of the options for electives is a self-study language. They used to have an actual language class, but no one took it. Now we have to do it ourselves! Isn’t that crazy? I’m also taking business now as an elective, it’s hard but useful for when I graduate. Have you considered what kind of hero you want to be? It’s important to figure it out so that you can pick your courses based on it, or just take fun ones! Tamaki is taking the painting class cause it’s calming to him, except the deadlines. Aren’t deadlines annoying? I just want to be able to do it in my own time but nooo, we have deadlines! Its so- oh look we’re here!”
I blinked, was that what it was like to talk to me? Wow.
“Um, thanks for bringing me.” I quickly bowed, “I really appreciate it.”
“No problem!” She chirped.
“Here’s your bag, see you tomorrow!” Mirio handed me my bag and the three headed off.
I stared after them for a moment, wow.
I shook my head and focused back on the door, getting inside and to my seat just as the bell rang.
“Hey Deku!” Uraraka chirped, “How was your new class?”
Kacchan scoffed in front of me.
“Um, it was good, harder but it seems fun…”
“Really? That’s great! How-“
“Alright class!” Midnight stood at the front, “Time to get to work!”
With that class started and everything was a haze.
Lit was much the same, scrambling to take notes as we were assigned our reading, all the teachers were trying to catch us up after we got the end of last week off.
Computer Tech was fun, I’ve never really worked with computers except for research purposes, I’ll see if I can’t find more for it later.
Then came lunch.
“YOUNG MIDORIYA!” All Might skidded to a stop as I exited the room, “WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE LUNCH WITH ME?”
The other students stared, I flushed.
“Ah- sure.”
I followed him to the teacher’s lounge to eat, pausing in the cafeteria to grab lunch since I only brought snacks today (pop-tarts are delicious I’ve found).
We sat down and nibbled on our food quietly for a few minutes.
All Might cleared his throat.
“Ah, I must apologize to you young Midoriya. Aizawa was questioning me on how I knew you and I panicked and told him I’m your uncle.”
I froze with my food half-way to my mouth.
“… What?”
He coughed, “Ah, yes… I’m terribly sorry, if I’d known he’d corner me like that I would’ve discussed with you what cover you would be comfortable with, he hasn’t questioned you on it yet?”
I slowly shook my head.
All Might said… said he was my uncle.
All Might said he was my uncle.
ALL MIGHT SAID HE WAS MY UNCLE!!
“I’m sorry if this upsets you Young Midoriya, I should’ve spoken with you first-“
“NO! I mean,” I flushed, straightening my plate from where I’d knocked it aside, “it’s okay, I don’t mind. Um… what should I say if I’m asked about you? Should I use that as the cover too?”
He relaxed, “If you want. I told him I’m your uncle on your dad’s side, if you could just not disprove that, and maybe tell me a few things about him…”
“Oh yeah sure.” My dad, wow what to say, “Um, his quirk is fire breath, he calls it dragon’s breath said it sounded cooler. Let’s see, he works in a private company, I’m not supposed to talk about his job and I’m not supposed to know it either so…”
“That’s fine! Anything that you can’t share I wouldn’t be able to either, so you don’t have to tell me anything like that.”
I nodded, relaxing. “Okay um, he likes spicy food, he had a brother? He died a long time ago though, he doesn’t talk about him much.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“No, I never knew him, just knew that dad loved him a lot even though they apparently were fighting when he died.”
“Ah, well still.”
I nodded, “Right um, he likes analyzing quirks like me, his hair is white, he’s really smart… He hasn’t been home for a long time…. He doesn’t like corrupt heroes but I don’t think anyone does. He likes books a lot, sends me a bunch and uh, his shoe size 26 shoe size, his hand writing is really neat and I have all his old letters. He’s really good at getting rare comics. He’s busy a lot, doesn’t have a lot of time to call but he tries. I don’t know, it’s been a long time since he was home.”
All Might nodded, “Thank you my boy. That should be enough to let me cover for us.”
I nodded, “Should I call you anything different?”
All Might frowned, taking a bite, “Well, in front of people who we give the cover to I suppose calling me Uncle Yagi, at least in my shrunken form works. And if you want Uncle Might when I’m in my hero form.”
I nodded, “Right.”
He sighed, “I’m going to tell my friends about the cover, they’ll go along with it, they know you’re my successor. Or at least some of them do. The one’s that don’t I’ll be telling… I’m not sure.”
“You could say, if you’re trying to keep the story as close as possible for all of them if they aren’t in the know, that you didn’t tell them about me because I was previously diagnosed as quirkless and you worried that I might get targeted for it and now that I’m in UA and my quirk has evolved to the point that I can fight with it that you feel more secure in the knowledge that I can sorta defend myself and if not I’m surrounded by pros so it should be okay… Only if you wanted too of course!” I squeaked, waving my arms.
“That’s an excellent idea young Midoriya! Though what do you mean evolved?”
“Oh! That’s the cover I’ve come up with for One for All. I’ve named it Enhancement and I’m saying that it enhanced me mentally before and that’s why I was diagnosed as quirkless, it’s basically invisible. Then the stress from the villain attack plus all the training I did after caused my quirk to evolve to enhance me physically as well!”
He blinked, “That’s…. an excellent cover. I never thought of doing something like that. The previous quirk evolving is the normal cover for the previous holders I believe, but your explanation works a lot better than the one Nana-“ He coughed, “Right, well, that’s a good explanation.”
I peered at him, who’s Nana?
“Anyways, did you have any thoughts or questions Young Midoriya?”
I considered asking about Nana but… he seems to not want to talk about them.
“Um, if I’m supposed to call you Uncle Yagi around the others you should probably call me Izuku or something… er, if you want of courseyoudon’thavetoyoucanjustignoreme-“
“No that’s true, if you don’t mind me doing so?”
“It’s fine!” I squeaked, clutching my bowl as I stared down at the Katsudon.
“Alright then… Izuku… is that too impersonal? Do your parents have a nickname for you that I should use? Or is that too much? That’s probably-“
“Dad calls me little dragon sometimes, off of his quirks name… the only other nickname I’ve had is Deku, Kacchan calls me that.”
All Might nodded, “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Anyways, I did want to see how you’re doing after… everything.”
I shifted nervously, reaching to take a drink from my untouched water, “Well… It’s hard? I mean, I’m doing okay! But I couldn’t do much to help. I need to get stronger, improve this quirk you gave me. I need to make it mine and get strong enough to defend everyone.”
He nodded, “I think you’re doing well so far. There’s plenty of room for improvement, but for a beginner you’re not doing bad.”
I smiled shyly, I’m glad he thinks I’m doing better. But it’s not enough, I still have to improve a lot.
“I’m able to hold it in my hands now! So that’s that at least.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh!” I moved my bowl away, I was basically done anyways.
I focused for a moment, holding my hands out, and called the well of power up. I carefully scooped the little bit that I needed into my hand and grinned as the red lines wound over it and the green sparks brightened to a glow.
“See!”
I looked up to see All Might staring wide eyed.
“Young Mid- Izuku, that’s… very impressive. I’ve never seen the quirk do that before. How are you doing that?”
I frowned, “I’m just, reaching for the power and scooping it into my hands?”
He stared, “I’m sorry, I’ve never done it that way before. And… my predecessor had it mastered long before we met so I’m unsure if… they had a similar phenomenon.”
I blinked, peering at my glowing hands, “Oh, strange. I wonder why it does that? Maybe like you said it gets stronger each time and now it’s just too much to not have a visible change? Your eyes glow blue so maybe its something like that? Maybe my eyes will start to glow? Maybe it’s that my body can’t handle the full power, so the glow and sparks are the excess? Maybe it’s how I’m visualizing the power that causes that? Maybe-“
“Woah there Youn- Izuku. We can’t know right now but do take note of the event and see if you can make it… less flashy in time. But there’s not rush yet.”
I peered up at him, “Are you doing okay? After the USJ incident…”
He sighed, “Sudden subject change, but alright. My time limit has gone down, I can stay in my strong form for about an hour a day now. A little under really. That fight did damage.”
My stomach sank, “That’s not good!”
“No, but I still have enough time and strength to train you! And to teach the students. Though I have to be careful, I have two classes to teach a day and each is three hours. I’m having to have another teacher assist me, so I’m sorry if I’m not active in your classes as much.”
“No no, it’s okay. I understand. You should take care of yourself now, recover as best as you can. You can’t help anyone if you’re not healthy!”
He smiled, “Don’t worry Young Midoriya, I’m alright.”
I nodded, faltering when the door opened and Aizawa-sensei came in.
He paused, “Yagi, Midoriya.”
“Hi Aizawa-sensei,” I murmured.
“Hello Aizawa.” All Might coughed.
“I thought you said you weren’t showing favoritism Yagi?”
I flushed.
“I’m not! I’m just having lunch with- with Izuku.”
Aizawa eyed him, “Is that so, Problem child?” He turned to look at me.
“Yes! Um, yeah, I’m just having lunch with Un-Uncle Yagi.” That was strange to say. But it was nice.
“Right, well… Problem child I’ll need you to write me a report on your quirk, what you know about it and what you hope to accomplish while I help you with quirk counseling. Have it ready by tomorrow.”
RING
“Looks like class is about to start, you have Rescue Theory next, better head off.”
I nodded, scrambling to grab my things, “Yes Aizawa-sensei! Bye A-Uncle Yagi!”
I hurried to the door.
“Don’t forget you have lessons with Nedzu after Rescue Theory!”
“Yes sir!”
I closed the door.
“Lessons with Nedzu!?” I heard All Might cough.
I headed off to Rescue Theory.
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How to study in high school + procrastination tips
I’ve been meaning to make a post on study tips and I saw @sorcierstudies wanted some high school advice for freshmen so here it is! My biggest problems my freshman year of high school were not knowing how to study, or just not studying at all and thinking I would do fine, and procrastination.
So here are some tips on how I got over those:
1. Procrastination
Never procrastinate. I know you think you might sometimes be able to get something done right before class, or the morning before school. Just don’t do it. I tried to do this so many times, and a lot of the times I would get the work done, but it never helped me learn the material.
Write to-do lists. To stop procrastinating, something I learned was to use a planner and instead of just writing the task down, I put a little box next to it, and try to check all the tasks off by the end of the day. Be realistic with this; don’t give yourself a million tasks you can not do in the time you have. Only give yourself tasks you know you will get done. But always make sure you get everything done on your list.
Be specific with tasks. Instead of saying you’re going to just “read your English book” or “study for algebra”, be specific. This will help you get things done without feeling drained or feeling so overwhelmed that you don’t want to do it and just put it off till later. For example, instead of writing: “study for biology” write down something like: “study mutations for 30 minutes” or “read chapter 4 at 8pm” Be specific. This has helped me more than anything when it comes to getting things done on time.
Hold yourself accountable. You can do this by rewarding yourself and punishing yourself. Obviously, by this, I don’t mean you have to slam your head against the wall if you don’t finish an assignment. Cough, Dobby. By this I mean, if you finish all of your tasks, do something you enjoy. Let yourself watch an episode of your favorite tv show. If you don’t finish all of them, don’t watch tv that night.
Finish your homework first. This goes with the last tip, but don’t do anything you do “for fun”, until you’ve done the tasks for the day. Example: don’t use social media until you’ve finished your homework + studying.
Schedule time for fun. Tasks might be overwhelming, and you’re only in high school so you deserve time for your fun. Plan your tasks around some time for fun. Write down that you will only watch tv for an hour after your homework. I struggled with scheduling my time in high school and would get home and immediately start watching tv and going on my phone for 4 hrs plus. Don’t make this mistake.
Don’t overwork yourself. If you don’t feel like doing your work right after school, give yourself a brain break, but do not do any of your “enjoyable” activities. I’d recommend eating a healthy snack, exercising for a bit, or doing some meditation. School can be long and overwhelming every day and it’s good to give your mind and body a break after sitting in a classroom all day.
2. Studying
Active learning rather than passive. The way your mind learns is by active recall. This means testing/quizzing yourself, working out problems, etc. instead of just looking over your notes. If it’s something you need to memorize, quiz yourself. Make physical flashcards or use Quizlet or Anki. Quizlet was my go-to in high school. Reviewing things over and over, by quizzing, will help solidify those facts in your mind. Looking over your notes a few times will barely help you.
Learn the right way to study math. To study for math, physics, chemistry, or the like, the best way to study for those subjects is by doing problems over and over. Math is a subject that requires building. It’s like building a house. You can not expect yourself to understand large concepts without a strong foundation. Do the foundational problems over and over until you understand it, then work your way up. The only way to get better at math, or problem-based subjects, is to just do the math. If a complex problem is confusing you, do different problems until you know where you’re getting stuck.
Ask for help. When you get stuck, try to figure it out by yourself first. I recommend Khan Academy for math and science. If that doesn’t work for you, ask a friend who might understand the topic. Lastly, ask your teacher. However, be ready to explain exactly what you understand and exactly where you’re getting stuck or confused in a concept/problem. This helps them help you. It’s so much better than just telling them: I don’t understand this.
Tell yourself exactly what you will study. I kind of got into this with the procrastination part, but when you’re preparing to study, don’t just go to the library or sit down somewhere and say: I’m going to study. Again, be specific. Tell yourself you’ll study a certain subject for a certain amount of time. That way you’re not aimlessly going back between subjects and not getting much done. If you don’t get something done within the time you permitted, move on to the next thing.
Get rid of distractions. Only study for that certain thing during that permitted time. Do not go on your phone, put it in your backpack or on a different table. Keep it out of sight. Don’t talk to friends, don’t eat snacks. Just study.
Try the Pomodoro Technique: the most helpful studying technique I’ve ever come across. Basically what you do is set a timer for a certain amount of time, usually 25-40 minutes, then you only study one subject or one concept, whatever you choose, during that amount of time. When that time is up, set a new timer for 5 minutes, or a couple minutes longer if your first time was on the long side. This is when you can eat a snack, stretch your legs, etc. Try not to go on your phone and social during this time. It’s more of a short brain/body break to refresh you. When this timer is up, set another long one. Repeat until you’ve reached the amount of time you’ve set aside for studying. Example: keep repeating the process until 3 hours is over. I don’t recommend doing this for long periods of time, no more than 5 hours. You need a real break.
Give yourself halfway breaks. Within your Pomodoro-ing, especially if it’s a long session, halfway through give yourself a longer brain break—a ten to fifteen-minute break instead of five. This will help keep your motivation on track!
3. Goals
Stay motivated. I know I didn’t mention this earlier, but it’s super important to have goals when it comes to school in order to stay motivated.
Write down your goals. Short term, middle term, and long term, for every course. Example: get an A on the biology test—short term. Graduate with a 3.8 gpa—long term.
Keeping goals should always keep you at a steady pace of being motivated, you know you’re working towards something, instead of aimlessly going through high school, having up and down periods of motivation.
Have a way to remember your goals. Always write down your goals to make them more real. Handwrite them or type them out in a document and revisit them occasionally. Whatever it is, it’ll make you remember that you have something to work towards.
Hopefully, this is helpful when it comes to the academic side of high school. There’s so much more to high school than just studying, like having friends and social life, activities, etc. I plan to make a post on the college application process, but let me know if you’d like a post on anything else high school or college related! Also, feel free to add more advice or constructive criticism in the comments; it’s always welcome :)
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Hey! COuld you please write #49 "Who hurt you?" with Bruce/Clint?? (Also could it be a highschool/teenage au or something if it's not too much to ask??)
Clint Barton was professionally known as Hawkeye. He never missed a shot, saved the city multiple times, and even had a small little base of fans.
In high school, it was a different story. He tripped all over the place, couldn’t focus in English class, and only had one friend, Natasha Romanoff. Nat was scary, could probably kill a man and get away with it even if the odds were stacked against her, and was the best person to have as a friend.
This morning was rough. He’d had to put more band-aids on the new calluses on his hands. Stupid new bow. Lucky also got too excited for breakfast and tripped on the floor and then made Clint trip and fall by default, which means that Clint has a nasty bruise on his knee and his arm is stiff.
“Why do you always have the worst luck? Who hurt you?” Natasha asks. She’s currently tearing down another “Aldrich Killian for Student President” poster, tearing it into tiny pieces as she waits for Clint to search for his English textbook and try to balance his coffee.
“Ask God, I’m sure I did something to piss her off,” Clint groans. “I think I’m honestly going to die because of my own self. I think it’s just that. And I had a run-in last night with some of the downtown dudes. Bad news.”
“Nah. If you die it’s probably gonna be from Lucky. And you won’t even care because of how much you love that dumb dog.” Nat doesn’t mention anything about the downtown incident, because she’s not stupid and she will take him to the range that night and help him with combat.
“He’s cute and he likes cuddles, what’s not to love?” Clint asks, slamming his locker shut. “Let’s get to class.”
He doesn’t really like English all that much. Words don’t make a lot of sense unless Natasha explains it in a way or he can find the movie version of it that doesn’t completely suck.
But he goes to English because of one person, and that person’s name is Bruce Banner. Bruce is a science nerd who has a very nice voice and is also exactly Clint’s type. Sweet, nerdy, and he has very nice arms. Clint stares too much at those arms.
He wishes that he could be more like his alter-ego. Hawkeye would walk right up to Bruce, ask him out for ice cream, and sweep him off his feet.
What he gets is tripping over his own loose shoelace because Bruce got new glasses and they look very nice.
The class explodes into laughter as Clint slinks to his seat, frowning. He wishes the world would swallow him up.
“I wanna die,” he mutters.
“Not yet, we have a dinner appointment at seven,” Natasha says. “You promised to let me choose a semi-healthy option.”
“If I have to eat celery I will arrest you.”
“You can’t arrest me for that, it’s not a felony.”
“Celery sucks, I’d say it’s a felony,” comes a voice. Clint recognizes that voice.
It’s Bruce Banner, who’s smiling.
“Sorry you fell, Clint. Always sucks.”
“Thanks dude, I appreciate it.”
That’s the first interaction. Clint smiles at Bruce from across the room before it fades as the teacher assigns a new essay based on Lady Macbeth.
“I hate this class,” Natasha mutters, looking at the directions.
“No you don’t, you enjoy breaking the teacher’s spirit,” Clint says. “And if you keep it up, she might be broken enough to stop adding to the final.” Natasha shrugs, admitting it; there was a certain pride in getting shitty teachers to finally back down.
It surprises when Bruce starts waving to him in the hallway, smiling as they walk into school.
Clint gets bold and starts striking up casual conversation. Just about which classes are up next, what he brought for lunch.
Bruce sits next to Clint and Nat in English, laughing about the books and some post they saw on an app.
“Wait, so you’re telling me Clint will eat anything?” Bruce asks, eyes wide.
“If you pay for it, then yeah,” Clint says with a shrug. “I don’t turn down food.”
“You wanna go to the shittiest pizza joint you will ever go to?”
“I guarantee you it’s gonna be my favorite place in the world,” Clint says. “Shitty pizza is kinda my specialty.”
As it turns out, he hasn’t been there before. It’s in a small corner, surrounded by abandoned buildings, and even Clint can point out the violations from outside.
Bruce laughs as Clint looks at the pepperoni they ordered. It looks fine. He just can’t tell if it’ll be good.
“It’s not about being good, it’s about the experiences,” Bruce says. “Such as maybe getting a mild case of food poisoning.” He then proceeds to take three slices for himself, eats one in quick time, and reaches for the other.
Clint gets to know Bruce a lot better. Bruce is a nervous guy, likes the way records sound, and his favorite movie is The Sound of Music. They watch it in Bruce’s basement while munching on popcorn and sipping on fruit juice, because Bruce’s mom hates soda.
“Make yourself at home, Clint,” Mrs. Banner says.
“Thanks Mrs. Banner.”
“Please, call me Rebecca.”
“Okay Mrs. Banner.”
She laughs at that, tells Bruce she likes his new friend, and they go down to the basement and sit on a couch that is honestly way too comfy to be the basement couch.
They sit close. Clint notices how nicely TV light defines Bruce’s nose. He then turns to the popcorn and reaches for a few pieces.
Both their phones buzz with a message saying to stay inside.
“Another villain,” Clint says weakly. He doesn’t want to leave this, it’s so nice. “I hate it when this happens. My mom wants me home.”
“It was nice hanging out, but yeah. My mom would want your mom to have you home safe.”
If they both weren’t so focused, they’d notice that the other is a very shit liar.
But they didn’t.
Because Hawkeye runs out to the fray about fifteen minutes later, out of breath and a one-liner about the subway being out of commission due to connectivity problems.
And then, there’s Hulk. Hulk is cool. he’s a nice guy. Roars a lot, but Clint likes him.
“What’s the problem?” Hulk asks, voice rumbly and deep. “Skipped out on a date for this, it better be good.”
“Me too buddy,” Clint says darkly. “But I guess we’re just trying to destroy the robots. I hope Iron Man is back in town.”
Hulk gives Clint the strangest look, but shakes his head and leaps to a the villain’s minions, smashing the tech to little pieces. Clint counts out his arrows, frowning as he realizes he left four of them at home.
“Aw man,” he groans, checking the bow. “I’m gonna have to be careful.” He still hasn’t talked to Iron Man about the possibility of homing technology on his arrows. Maybe it would be too complicated, but it’s worth a shot.
Clint doesn’t really talk to many people other than helping the families get the hell out of the way and one memorable moment from Hulk, who scoops him up in his arms to avoid a car being thrown his direction.
“Thanks Jadey,” Clint says. “I have an algebra test that I need to study for.”
“Can’t let you die,” Hulk responds gruffly. “You’re funny.”
“You say the nicest things.”
Clint books it after the villain is defeated; no sense in his mom actually getting worried about him being gone. (Not that she usually notices, but still. Natasha might be over.)
School the next day was rough. Clint had to cover a bruise on his arm (ow) and even worse, endure Natasha’s teasing.
“You went to your crush’s house. To watch his favorite movie. I think that sounds like you looovvvveee him.”
“You literally are quite honestly the worst person in the world, Natasha. I should really feed you to the pigeons.”
“Their best meal yet.”
Bruce looks really tired in class. He barely talks, eyes are glassy, but he still smiles at Clint.
“I was wondering if I could tell you something after class at lunch,” Bruce says. “Meet me in the courtyard.”
“Uh, sure? What’s it about.”
“You’ll find out.”
No one likes to hear that they’ll hear something later. It’s usually bad. So Clint worries about it for all of his classes, messes up his math quiz entirely, and tries not to look so nervous come lunchtime.
He goes to the courtyard. They’ve planted nicer flowers this year, probably thanks to the botanical club. Bruce is sitting on a wooden bench, lunch spread out before him. He has celery and peanut butter.
“Hey,” Bruce says, smiling.
“Did I do something bad?” Clint blurts out. “Because if I did, I’m really sorry. Sometimes I say things that are just terrible all the time because my filter only works about twenty percent of the time, and--”
“Nah,” Bruce says. “Just wanted to tell you something.”
“What?” Clint asks.
“I know you’re Hawkeye.”
Clint drops his lunchbox, and then sits down.
“Please don’t tell the school.”
“I’m not going to. But I need to tell you something. It’s a secret. Nat can know, but no one else.”
“You got it,” Clint says. Bruce breathes deeply, closing his eyes.
“You know the green monster?”
“Um, you mean the Hulk?” Clint asks. “I wouldn’t really consider him a monster, he’s considerate about hotdog carts.”
Bruce blinks and then giggles a little bit.
“I’m him.”
Clint blinks.
“I can see it. You have the same kinda nose. His is just bigger.” Bruce snorts, laughing. He takes a bite of the celery.
“And here I thought when I asked you out I’d have a hard time explaining that I was considered a superhero.”
Clint grins, moving closer and kissing Bruce.
“Not as difficult as you thought, huh?”
#this took me wayyyyyyy longer than it should have but that's what happens when you have homework smh#lovelyirony writes#clint barton#bruce banner#\hulkeye#clintbruce#clint is a disaster and everyone knows it#natasha romanoff#natasha....my love
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Weird shit I heard during class- an ongoing curse
“WHY DON’T YOU SHOVE A FUCKING MC CHICKEN UP YOUR MOTHER FUCKING ASS”
“🎵 cause I got depression 🎵” *does orange justice*
“THATS GAY” “AND SO AM I SHUT UP ABOUT IT”
“Internally I’m the sky cowboy from the screaming cowboy song” “same”
“Honestly why don’t we just jump on a train and leave?” “Because I have three dollars and no survival skills.” “Ah.”
*after someone air dropped a meme on the tv* “holy shit. God?”
“We had a pop quiz today in math but everyone was too dead inside to even be fazed about the fact that none of them studied”
“You’re just surrounded by papers do you plan on eating?” “I don’t need food I need answers this homework is due next period.” “FUCK ITS DUE TODAY??”
*before an exam* “what’s the point of living if you don’t die young?” “Don’t die but that’s a mood”
“I just wanna get high and eat waffles is that too much to ask??” “Yes.”
“WHO WANTS TO GO TO MY PLACE AND SUMMON SPIRITS” “if you mean alcohol I’ll be there” “I do not, but there will be alcohol anyway.” “Cool, text me the deets, yeah?”
“Life is a party and I’m the piñata.” “Quit saying that every time you fail a test.”
*Bohemian Rhapsody starts playing from the distance* that’s my que. gotta blast *naruto runs into the cafeteria and trips*”
Teacher: “actually he didn’t ace the test.” “HA I KNEW IT!” “Knew what?” “He’s a gt student without depression, he was either a stoner or a faker.” “Fair enough.”
Student: *loud gasp* Teacher: “did you figure out the problem?” Student 1: “No, I was zoned out I brought myself back without being hit.” Student 2: “Congrats, dude” Student 1:“I’m non-binary,, so?” Student 2:“Sorry, congrats, fam”. Student 1: “nice.” Student 2“Nice”
Teacher: *is lecturing about appropriate classroom behavior* Student: wait wait wait shut up. Teacher: WHAT??? Student: There’s a dog outside. That’s more important than depressed teens saying they want to die during algebra. THEY TOOK ALGEBRA FOR FUCKS SAKE. OF COURSE THEY WANNA DIE.
“Can flex tape fix my life?” “No.” “Damn. Guess I better try flex seal.” “Sullivan won’t help you make better choices.” “Probably but at least I won’t feel bad about it” “drugs will work better though” “thanks for the tip.”
“Actually the concerts next week.” “FUCK. damn guess I gotta practice for ungodly hours.” “No, sleep.” “Sleep is for the mentally stable that pay attention during class.”
“Hey you’re in all Pre-AP classes, right? And that gt one, too, yes? Can you help me with science and math?” “Although I will help you, I only took Pre-AP classes because I’m too poor for college and I’m in gt because I took the test out of spite.”
*student 1 hits the floor* Student 2:“what happened??” Student 1: “I haven’t slept in three days, I skipped lunch and last period the director said we have a concert, I’ve every right to be here right now.” “But-” “THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY”
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Michael Guerin Week Day 6
Better late than never? Day 7 will be up in a minute too.
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Close Enough To Perfect
Michael was standing at his locker, just looking around, getting his books for first and second period, hanging up his bag. Y’know, normal, before school stuff. Checking the hall for people that might be assholes, trying to avoid any fights, since he always got blamed for them. It was chilly in the hall, drafty from the open doors, and the air currents ruffled his hair. It looked pretty good right now. Lisa, his foster mom, had gotten him a real haircut and shampoo and conditioner for curly hair, and he didn’t mind looking at himself in the mirror. Not that he’d ever really felt like he was ugly, and the female companionship he’d enjoyed implied that the was attractive, but he felt kinda confident when he saw his reflection. Which was great.
Because Ryan Arriaga kept looking at him, and he’d decided that he wanted to keep those eyes on him.
He felt butterflies in his stomach just thinking about the other boy. They had two classes together, Spanish 2 and culinary arts, and they’d talked to each other a couple times. Ryan already spoke Spanish and offered to help him with his work; they’d tentatively agreed to work together for this week’s culinary project. He tried to stop smiling, but couldn’t.
Michael had never had a crush like this on a guy before, and had had a pretty good freak out when he recognized what he was feeling the first week of school. He’d decided, tentatively, that he could accept that he was bisexual...and then remembered that, to the best of his knowledge, he wasn’t even fucking human, so why should he stress about the perceived binary sexuality that Americans were so fucking obsessed with? He knew he probably needed to keep that fact that he was into dudes to himself, since his current ‘home’ was pretty religious, and he didn’t want to get kicked out. But feel like there was something wrong with him? For all new knew, everyone from his planet was bisexual, and humans were freaks. Of course, even with that decision made, he still felt off balance sometimes, but forced himself to get over it when it happened.
“Hey Michael.”
He realized he’d completely zoned out and missed that Ryan had gotten to school and was now standing in front of him. He smiled so hard his face kinda hurt. “Hi.”
Ryan was a tall guy, and had won the genetic lottery of his mixed Latino, Basque, and Native American heritage. He was a senior and Michael wasn’t sure what had inspired him to talk to a sophomore in his Spanish 2 class, and had to assume it was because the other boy thought he was cute. At least, I hope he thinks I’m cute.
“Did you study for the Spanish quiz?” Ryan was only taking Spanish to learn to read and write, he’d grown up speaking Spanish.
Michael nodded. “I know the material, but studied anyway.”
“Your Spanish is really good, you almost don’t need the class. You could probably have tested out of your foreign language requirements.”
“I’m not that gifted,” Michael laughed, sure he was showing Ryan heart eyes like in a cartoon. “But it’s impossible not to learn Spanish living in New Mexico.”
The bell rang, and they started walking together. Both of them had math first, Ryan calculus and Michael algebra 2, and they were on the same hall. “I don’t know, most white people still don’t speak Spanish well, even if they understand some of it. You’re at least somewhat gifted.”
“Thanks,” he answered, sure he was blushing hard enough to glow.
They’d arrived at their classes and they stopped to the side of the hallway. “See you in Spanish?” Ryan asked, even though there was no chance they wouldn’t.
“Yah.” Michael couldn’t stop looking at him. He watched Ryan reach out and nearly died when he squeezed his shoulder.
“See you then.” He went into his classroom, but Michael just kinda stared for a minute before the bell reminded him that he had a class to get to himself.
He was kinda distracted, but math came as easy as breathing, and didn’t really have to pay much attention to the lesson. His next class was honors chemistry, and he paid more attention to that since they had a big test on Friday, and the experiment they were setting up for tomorrow was important. All of his classes were honors classes; he’d decided not to take AP classes because his counselor had told him that a 4.0 in regular classes looked a lot better on a college application than a 3.0 with AP classes. It was less work, and was going to pay off in the end. He figured he wouldn’t have been able to pay to take the AP tests anyway.
Third period, though...was Spanish.
He and Ryan sat at the same table with two girls that were just as good at the language as they were, and the four of them were natural-born show-offs, and spoke Spanish to each other as much as possible. Sometimes Ryan would teach them the Basque he knew from his grandmother, and it made him more attractive to all three of them. He’d never flirted with Brianna or Cynthia, and that made Michael very happy.
“Ready for the quiz?”
Michael smiled up at Ryan when he sat down. “Yah, it’ll be easy.”
“Probably.”
The quiz was easy, as predicted. The lecture was interesting, but Michael was distracted by the gorgeous guy sitting next to him. He was taking notes, but wasn’t sure they would make sense later. And then it happened.
Ryan’s hand brushed his thigh, then settled on it for a moment before he moved away. I am going to die. How the hell was Michael supposed to concentrate on past perfect tense now? Something else was far more important. He had to make sure Ryan knew he liked it. Michael turned his head to the side just a little and smiled slowly. Ryan smiled back, and squeezed his leg before putting his hand back on the table. Feeling incredibly impulsive and silly, Michael leaned over and drew the tiniest of hearts in the margin of Ryan’s notes. He heard a soft chuckle in response.
Class ended too soon but also not soon enough. In the hall, Michael and Ryan just looked at each other for a minute, smiling like idiots, before Michael reached over and took Ryan’s hand, squeezing it. “See you at lunch?”
“Yah, I’ll meet you at your locker.”
Brianna came up beside Michael as Ryan walked off to his next class. “Are you dating Ryan?” She sounded incredulous.
“I hope so.”
Language arts was pure torture, and Michael was a mess of fidgeting and checking the clock. 52 minutes had never passed so slowly. Never. When the bell rang, he was out of his seat faster than a sprinter off the starting block at the Olympics.
Ryan was waiting at his locker, and he thought his heart might pound out of his chest. “Hi.”
“Hi.” They got stuck looking at each other for at least 30 seconds. “Put your books up,” Ryan instructed with a soft laugh. “Let’s go find somewhere to sit.”
Neither of them were especially hungry, but got lunch anyway so they wouldn’t just stare at each other and giggle like middle school girls. Michael had no idea was it was, he ate it without really tasting it. They talked before, but now they both had more to say, and lunch was too short.
“Can I hold your hand?”
Michael’s eyes widened, and he smiled, surprised. “Yah.” They walked slowly back to their lockers, completely uninterested in their 5th period classes.
“I have to go or I’ll be late.” Ryan’s locker was close to his next class, but a hall over from Michael’s.
“Okay, yah. See you in culinary.”
“Would you be okay with a hug in front of everyone?”
He nodded, breathless. “Yah.”
It was the best hug ever.
Brianna was in Michael’s 5th period PE class. “I think it’s safe to say I’m dating Ryan,” Michael told her, unable to stop smiling.
He was excited to go to culinary arts, and hoped he wasn’t too sweaty. Worst thing about having PE in the middle of the day. He was sitting on his stool at the prep table when Ryan sat down next to him. “Hi.” He didn’t know how Ryan would react, but he offered him his hand. He immediately took it, lacing their fingers together. They left their intertwined hands on the table top while they went over the prep instructions for the carrot and ginger soup with brioche toast they were making. Ryan whispered in his ear that it sounded absolutely disgusting, and Michael definitely had to agree. Gross.
It was definitely gross. But it was fun to laugh about it with someone that he figured was probably his boyfriend. That was an absolutely terrifying thought in the same way a roller coaster was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. He had a boyfriend. Michael Guerin, social outcast, had a boyfriend and he was one of the hottest guys in the entire school.
Michael was reluctant to go off to world history, and Ryan seemed reluctant to walk away as well. Unfortunately, their classes were in opposite directions. “See you after school?”
Ryan smiled. “I’ll meet you at your locker.” They squeezed each other’s hands and headed to class.
History was worse than language arts. Michael didn’t give a fuck about human history. He still got perfect test scores and did all the homework, but it was the least interesting thing he could think of, especially when the end of the period meant that he got to see Ryan. He just barely managed to survive until 3:16.
He’d put his homework in his backpack and closed his locker when Ryan came up to him. Michael initiated a hug this time, and was so content in those warm arms. He’d never hugged someone taller than him, at least not romantically, and it was a nice feeling. He pulled away before it could get awkward. “Do you have anywhere to be right now?”
The other boy shook his head. “No, I just have to be home by 5:30 for dinner. You?”
“No, just have to be home around 5.”
“If you want to hang out, I’ll drive you home.”
“Yah, that’d be great.”
They ended up at the park three blocks from school, and they took over the swings before any little kids could claim them. They were both too tall, and just sort of twisted around on them, laughing, talking about school and things they liked and Ryan’s family. It was 4:45 before they knew it, and got up from the swings with a sigh.
“Hey,” Ryan started softly. “Am I right that you don’t want your family to know?”
Michael nodded, relieved that he’d picked up on that. “Yah, this family is pretty religious, but they’re kinda nice, I really don’t want to get kicked out.”
Ryan took his hand. “Then is it okay if I kiss you here?”
“Oh, yah, I mean, yes, please, by all means.” He smiled when the other boy chuckled. “I’ve never kissed a boy before.”
“Cool, I was kinda hoping I’d be the first.” He cupped Michael’s cheek and leaned down to press a very soft, chaste kiss to his smiling lips. “Okay?”
“I’ll be okay if you kiss me again.” That wasn’t nearly enough.
“Really? I definitely want you to be okay.”
They kissed for a few moments, still fairly innocent, but they were in a public park after all. There was definitely chemistry there, though, and Michael couldn’t wait for a chance to be alone.
They held hands on the drive home, Michael teasing Ryan about his terrible taste in music and Ryan failing to defend himself. 80s country? Really? It was a travesty. They were at Michael’s foster home too soon and just kind of looked at each other for a minute.
“I really wish I could kiss you again.”
Michael smiled, heart full to bursting. “I wish you could too. Tomorrow morning?”
“That sounds like the perfect way to prepare for calculus.”
Michael almost floated into the house, and was glad Lisa and Hank weren’t home yet, because it would be impossible to hide the level of happiness he was currently feeling, and was sure he’d blurt out that he had a boyfriend. By the time his foster parents were home, Michael was deep into his homework, and his earlier elation was thoroughly crushed. But he took a break after dinner to check his email, and saw that he had an email from Ryan. He’d forgotten that they’d exchanged addresses at the beginning of the school year. Michael looked around to make sure no one was behind him, and he opened it.
Hey Michael,
It was nice to hang out with you this afternoon. I enjoyed talking to you and stuff. I’m attempting to make this email as neutral as possible. Is it working?
Your friend,
Ryan
Michael cracked up.
Hey Ryan,
Yah, totally neutral. I’m also making this email as bland as possible. It was cool to see you. Thanks for the ride home.
Sincerely,
Michael
He’d finished his algebra when he got another email.
Dear Michael,
Here’s another boring email. I attached my Spanish notes for you.
Your friend,
Ryan
Michael looked around again. He could hear Lisa doing dishes and Hank was yelling at the TV. Football inspired so much misplaced passion. He opened the attached picture.
It was a picture of the tiny heart he’d drawn on Ryan’s Spanish notes, but he’d circled it and drawn another one. This one is for me. Michael tried desperately to think of a way that he could respond that wouldn’t be immediately incriminating.
Dear Ryan,
Less than three.
Sincerely,
Michael
Michael smiled, logged out of his email, cleared the browsing history on the computer, and restarted it for when the other kids got home from whatever sports thing they were at. He went to bed still feeling arms around him, and allowed himself a little happiness and hope to carry him off to sleep.
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