#on one hand as a math student i don't want to spend my free time hearing pretend math

[wheels-of-despair]

I Hate Mondays Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Like his beloved Garfield, Eddie hates Mondays. Evil Woman decides to give him a reason to look forward to them. Contains: Early relationship fluff, Garfield references, Eddie being loved and adored and showered in lavish gifts like he deserves. Words: 1.3k

"Hey," you beam at your boyfriend of approximately one month as he drags his feet through the door of your first period classroom.

Eddie gives you a sleepy smile, drops his stuff on the floor, and plops himself into his chair. He crosses his arms on the desk and leans his head on them, ready to go back to sleep.

"Rough morning?" you tease.

"I hate Mondays," he mumbles through his shaggy mane.

"That's very Garfield of you," you laugh.

He turns his head toward you, so you can see half of his pretty face. "You like Garfield?"

"Doesn't everyone?" He blinks so slowly, you wonder if he's going to keep his eyes closed. "What's so bad about Mondays?"

"Early. Sleepy." The first bell rings, and he drags himself off the desk and leans back in his chair. "Start of another long week in this hell."

"I kinda like Mondays," you shrug. He narrows his eyes like you've just insulted his favorite band. "It means another week where I get to spend at least eight hours with youuu," you grin, lightly poking his cheek and hoping to come off as patronizing instead of sappy.

"Really?" The corner of his mouth twitches.

"I mean, it's probably not exactly eight hours, but if you count this, and lunch…" your finger waves through the air as if you're doing the math on an imaginary chalkboard.

"Well I feel like an asshole."

"You are," you grin. He gives you a gentle shove to the shoulder as the morning announcements begin.

One week later, you waited for him in the parking lot. He even drove slower on Monday mornings. But everyone was still accustomed to getting out of his way when he came roaring through every other day of the week, so perhaps they hadn't noticed. Students scattered, and Eddie pulled into his usual space and hauled his body out of his warm van and into the cool morning air with a groan.

"Good morning, sunshine!" you chirped. You weren't really much of a morning person yourself, but he was so grumpy and adorable, you couldn't resist messing with him. He fixed you with a deathly glare, and you brandished a freshly baked muffin at him.

"What's this?"

"I believe it's called a muffin."

"Why?"

"I don't know why. But I know this one's got blueberries in it."

His glare is ruined when he raises an eyebrow suspiciously.

"It's for you, doofus."

"Why?"

"Because I made a batch and I wanted you to have one."

A smile slowly spreads across his sleepy face. He reaches for the muffin with one hand and wraps you in a hug with his free arm. You'd bring him something every damn day if it got you one of these.

But for now, you'd stick to Mondays.

It took him a month to realize what you were doing.

"You don't have to keep buying me stuff, you know," he said shyly one day after school. He was resting between your legs, his back against your chest, in the back of his van. Sometimes you hid out here for a few minutes of alone time. He was using your knees as armrests and holding his hands out in front of him, fiddling with the black plastic spider ring you'd given him that morning. It was so small, it settled just below the nail on the tip of his finger, but he wore it all day and played with it anyway.

"I like giving you something to look forward to on Mondays." You try not to panic about making him uncomfortable. Since the muffin, you'd also given him an alien-shaped eraser, a bag of cookies, a quarter-sized bouncy ball, and his spider ring.

"I have you to look forward to on Mondays," he mumbles. His hair is hiding his face, but you know he's blushing.

"Awwwww," you coo, pushing his hair aside to give him a kiss on his burning, tomato-colored cheek. "I know you're gonna find this hard to believe, but I didn't have to blow my life savings on that."

"I know," he chuckles. "But you still don't have to."

"What if I want to?"

He doesn't answer.

"Is that okay? I mean, I'll quit if you think it's weird."

"It's not weird," he says slowly, "it's just… new."

"What, you've never had a girl shower you with random gifts before?"

"Nope."

"Does it make you feel like a kept woman?" You wrap your arms around his shoulders, and feel him chuckle.

"No."

"What if I told you," you whisper scandalously near his ear, "that I found the spider ring in the parking lot at the grocery store, on my way to drop a whole dime on the bouncy ball?"

He laughs.

"I mean, I washed it before I gave it to you, obviously. Who knows how many diseased children might've drooled on it."

You can feel him shake with silent laughter, but you're still waiting on him to tell you to stop. You're getting impatient. You knock him with your knee. "Let me nice to you, dammit!"

"Fine, fine, keep spoiling me with baked goods and priceless trinkets."

"Victory!" you shout, lifting your arms in a triumphant V.

"But I'll warn you now," he rumbles in a low voice you've often heard in Hellfire, "you keep this up, and you might never get rid of me."

"That's the goal, Munson." You wrap your arms around his shoulders again and pull him close. "Can't tell anybody I'm nice to you, though. I've got a reputation to maintain."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he says, relaxing into you and walking his fingers up your leg, making it look like the little plastic spider is being chased by the metal rings that actually fit him.

Eddie learned to love Mondays. Not just because of the gifts you gave him - which were quite badass, by the way - but because you always demanded a kiss as payment.

Sometimes it was food you'd baked or picked up on sale. (You always kept a bag of gummy worms in a secret compartment of your backpack for emergencies.) Sometimes it was something he needed, like a new pencil. (With "Corroded Coffin" carved into the wood, completed during a thrilling afternoon in detention.) Sometimes it was something fun, like one of the sticky little slappy hands from the gumball machines at the grocery store. (You two are the reason those are now banned in Hawkins High.) And sometimes, you went the hand-made route, like with the flip book of Principal Higgins and Miss Click that would probably get you both suspended if it were discovered. (It was not.)

This went on for the rest of the year.

On the last Monday before summer vacation, after all the exams had been taken and all the teachers were phoning it in, you gave Eddie what was probably his favorite Monday Gift of all.

You waited 'til the last few minutes of your last class together, asked for the bathroom pass, and came back with an envelope shoved into the waistband of your jeans, hidden under your shirt.

You pulled it out when you sat back down and handed it to him under the table, keeping your eyes to the front of the room.

You hear the paper crinkle as he opens the envelope, and then he lets out a sound somewhere between a choke and a gasp.

When you can't resist the temptation any longer, you look over at him. He's so red, you're worried his face is going to start bleeding.

Eddie "The Freak" Munson is holding a pair of warm panties in his hand, in the middle of a school day, in a Hawkins High classroom.

When the bell rings, he springs into action. He shoves them into his pocket, grabs your hand, and bolts.

Sorry, Garfield. Eddie Munson no longer agrees with you about Mondays.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #am i happy with it? no. am i sick of looking at it? yup.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Class Final Pt.2

Math!Teacher!Jschlatt x Fem reader

Requested by: @chlorineafton ❤️

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Gym!Teacher!Swagger, Counselor!Ted, blow job (m receiving), semi public sex.

A/n 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️

___

"Mmm, that's it princess." Schlatt groaned. "Take daddy all the way."

Y/n bobbed her head up and down, his hand tangled in her hair. Schlatt started slow thrusts into her mouth, the feeling of her wet tongue against his shaft making his knees weak.

His heart raced as a sheet of sweat formed over his body, Schlatt growled when he felt Y/n rubbing her clothed cunt against his shoe.

"Fuck, Daddy's gonna cum." Schlatt tightened his grip on her hair, his chest rising and falling as he panted. "Ahh- I'm cumming."

The rush of Schlatt's orgasm ripped him awake, he sat up in bed sweat dripped from his topless form. Moonlight dimly lit the room as he looked around, Schlatt stood up and made his way over to the window, looking outside at the cold rain coming down, knocking the red and orange leaves out of the trees.

"Fuck." He groaned, feeling his erection forming just from simply remembering his dream.

Schlatt walked into the bathroom, hopping into the shower to clean off before he went back to bed.

___

Monday (Math)

"Alright, since May we've been studying for the final exam, I don't wanna hear about how you aren't ready yet. You better fuckin be, you've had five months to prepare. That's more than enough time."

Y/n raised her hand, catching Schlatt's attention.

"Sir, what day is the test?" She asked.

"This Wednesday, I'll split you up like I did in July. Some of you in the computer lab, the cafeteria, the Gym, so on and so forth."

Y/n nodded, looking back down at her paper. Schlatt couldn't help the warm feeling he got when he had heard her voice, he didn't want her to stop talking. Schlatt rubbed the back of his neck and continued, occasionally glancing over at Y/n

When the bell rang and the rest of the students were out the door, Y/n closed it and made her way over to Schlatt's desk. He looked up, noticing the mischievous glint in her eye.

"What does my princess need? More extra credit?"

She shook her head, slowly moving around the desk and sliding onto his lap. Schlatt wrapped his arms around her and captured her lips in a kiss, it was warm and full of passion.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

"And you, Mr. Schlatt...are one of the handsomest men I have ever laid eyes on."

Schlatt chuckled, planting a peck against her lips.

"Why don't you come home with me tonight, sweetie pie?"

Y/n hesitated for a minute, glancing out the window. She wanted to so bad, spending a night with him would be everything she's ever wanted. There was something inside her, a need to be with him. It felt so right when she was with him, the sudle glances they gave each other during class, the quick kiss before she left for the night, and she came in really early in the morning just so they could be together for awhile before the other students arrived.

"Okay." She said, smiling and glancing down at his lips.

He noticed the look, a smirk spreading over his face.

"What?" He asked. "What is it? You wanna give daddy another kiss?"

Y/n nodded, leaning in and pressing her lips against his.

___

Monday (Counseling)

"How are you doing?" Counselor Nivison asked.

"Oh, I'm alright. Just a little nervous about the finals."

He nodded, looking down at his folder.

"Think your gonna pass it?"

"When do I ever fail?"

"Exactly." He chuckled. "That's the confidence I wanna see. Go in there and grab that test by the ass, show the world you can pass that final."

"That's what I plan to do."

"Do you wanna talk about anything that might be going on in school? Grades...a boyfriend...a crush?"

Y/n blushed red. Did he know? No, how could he...unless he lives in the fuckin walls...

___

Monday (Gym)

Y/n and Mr. Souls sat on the bleachers while the other students played basket ball.

"How's Schlatt been treating you?" he asked.

"Great, I'm happy."

"Not pushing too much is he?"

Y/n shook her head, silence falling between them.

"I think Counselor Nivison knows what happened."

"Ted? How could he? No one else was there."

"No...but there's still cameras in the classrooms."

Mr. Souls smacked his palm against his forehead, he thought for a second.

"You're 18 right?" He asked.

"Eric, I'm in college. I'm actually 19."

"Thank God."

Y/n giggled, "You guys couldn't lose your jobs for this could you?"

"If they found out we basically gang banged you over a desk...yeah. but in this collage, a teacher and student relationship isn't against the rules, unless your fucking on a desk."

Y/n nodded, "I hope he doesn't say anything to Principal Kif, I don't even know for sure if he knows. Either way, Schlatt and I are spending time together tonight."

Eric smiled, "Good for you two, I'll keep an eye on Nivison. If he tries to say anything...I'll make him fuckin regret it."

___

Ted watched as Y/n pulled her bookbag out of her locker, Schlatt walking up and discreetly kissing her temple.

"You ready to go, princess?" He asked.

Y/n nodded, taking his hand as they headed for the door. Ted went to fallow them, but Eric came out of nowhere and pulled him into the science room.

He closed the door, and slammed Ted into the wall. Yeah, Eric was shorter but he was still intimidating. The counselor swallowed the lump in his throat, fear setting in.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eric growled.

"How was she?"

There was silence between them for a moment, before Eric broke it.

"What?" He asked, sounding stunned.

"I've dreamt of how she'd feel, how she'd sound begging for me."

Eric lowered his brows, "You wanna fuck Y/n?"

Ted nodded, "Do you have any idea what it's like? Sitting in my office with her, those beautiful eyes looking to me for guidance, putting her trust in me? Letting me know some over her most deepest secrets? Ive wanted to feel her for so long, and now...Schlatt has her in his grips."

Mr. Souls patted his shoulder, "I think we can work something out."

___

"Welcome to my home." Schlatt said, opening the door for Y/n.

She walked inside, dropping her bag next to the door. Her eyes wandered, surprised at how comfortable his house looked, it made her feel calm.

"You like it?" He asked.

"Yeah, it's so you."

Y/n turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a bruising kiss. He hoisted her up onto his hips, pressing her back into the wall. Y/n groaned when she felt his erection through his pants, she ran her hand between them and started palming at his cock, making his breath hitch.

"Fuck, I need you." He growled, pushing her dress up and smirked when felt she was wasn't wearing panties.

Schlatt rubbed slow circles against her clit, trailing hot wet kisses down her neck. He slipped his fingers into her, while still abusing her clit with his thumb.

"You're so fuckin wet, sweet pea." He whispered.

"N-need you."

"Yeah? You want Daddy to fuck you?"

"Mhm, p-please."

With a dark chuckle, Schlatt pulled his cock from his trousers and lined himself up with her. He gripped her hips, slowly sliding past her entrance.

They pressed their foreheads together, both letting out a strained moan as he bottomed out. Y/n pressed a feather light kiss against his lips, telling him she was ready.

Schlatt started with slowly thrusts, their breathing in sync as he went faster. Y/n buried her face in his shoulder as he rutted into her.

"Such a pretty girl." He whispered. "Gonna make you fuckin cry."

"P-please, don't stop."

Schlatt smiled, her words making him go harder. His hand returned to her clit, rubbing tight quick circles against it.

"You like that? Huh? You like it when I fuck you like that?"

"Mhm, I- ahh! Please! More, I need more!"

Schlatt pulled out, pushing her to her hands and knees, getting behind her and pressing her head to the floor.

Schlatt thrusted back into her, keeping up his relentless pace. His fingers worked magic against her clit, making tears stream down her face and soak into his carpet.

"You gonna cum, princess?"

"Oh God! Y-yes."

He smiled leaning over so his chest was pressed to her back, he thrusted as hard and as fast as he could go, eating up every moan and cry she made.

"I- I'm so close."

"Cum for me, let daddy feel you baby."

His words sent her over the edge, Schlatt soon after. He kissed the back of her neck and tucked himself away, rolling her onto her side and picking her up bridal style.

Schlatt brought her over to his couch and laid her down, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

"Ill be right back."

He went over to the door, picking up both their bags and bringing them into the kitchen. Schlatt set hers on the table and rummaged through his, snatching out his phone.

The screen read: One new message from Eric

Schlatt shrugged, typing in his code and going into texts.

Eric: Hey, hope you and Y/n are having a good time. Ran into Nivison, this fucker has some secrets we didn't know about.

Schlatt: what do you mean?

Eric: it involves Y/n, I'll call you later. I got a basketball game to coach for. You two enjoy your night.

THE END ❤️

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[coralstudiies]

SURVIVAL GUIDE & STUDY TIPS

hello everyone!! this post is a collab with the lovely and amazing @boinkhs because we've both reached 2k followers :D she'll be doing study tips for college students and i'll be doing study tips for high schoolers. check out her post here!

i've split this into part 1. survival, which concerns how to study & learn better in general and just tips on how to get through high school. part 2. is on specific study tips for each type of subject, namely sciences, maths, languages and humanities.

Hope this helps <3

1. Don't snooze please

you just end up snoozing 5 times then you’re late for school

2. If you find you have difficulty getting out of bed, just keep in mind ONE TASK you need to do.

for example, making your bed. then you just gotta focus on that! it should help fight the sleepiness because you’re forcing your brain and limbs to be active.

3. Do the necessary things like brushing your teeth, putting on clothes and eat breakfast

i don’t know why but some people don’t eat breakfast before coming to school like ???? excuse me ???? please eat at least a small snack, or a fruit or something. your body doesnt function on an empty stomach! also, drink some water to hydrate yourself

4. On the road, you should do something that puts you in a good mood.

for me, i go straight to spotify and listen to my playlist. you should also review the previous day’s learning so that you refresh your memory before going back to class. personally this is my fav part of the day HAHAHA

5. If you like, you can choose to read a book.

just make sure you’re calm but ‘warmed up’ to focusing in a sense.

1. Hydrate frequently

idk man it just keeps you awake + i dont feel so icky if i drink enough water

2. Learn actively

if the teacher asks questions, try to answer. sit at the front row. offer to help give out the worksheets or notes. clarify your doubts after. when they speak, copy down notes. don’t worry about the aesthetic; i mean you can but you need to write fast and neat which unfortunately doesnt come together very often. i suggest you spend more brain power digesting and understanding the content.

3. Don’t over highlight

ONLY KEY POINTS that are stressed by the teacher. you can tell when their tone changes, expression changes, when they use more hand motions, or they keep repeating a few key words. yes , that. highlight that. stare at it while listening to them speak. make sure you understand. if you don’t please ask. but make sure you don’t have a fluorescent page because that’s not ideal study material!

4. Write down any questions you have

if they’re answered in the lesson, cancel them off. if not, ask after the lesson. dont be scared! *sends virtual courage*

5. Use whatever free time you have to finish homework

because you’re gonna thank yourself later. you should spend more time at home revising than doing homework. ( doing homework isnt equivalent to revising PLEASE I KNOW SO MANY PEOPLE WHO SAY THEY REVISED FOR 3 HOURS BUT ALL THEY DID WAS HOMEWORK ) also it feels better knowing you have one less thing to worry about

6. Record down all assignments, due dates and test dates

do it in a planner or your phone. doesn’t matter just keep them somewhere. it can be demoralising to see an entire entry of shit to get done but still it’s better than not knowing what needs to be done. ignorance is NOT bliss. try to color code or symbol code them, for example • for assignments (due date behind), - for tests etc. act on this when you go home (see below)

7. Have a file/binder some form of organisation to keep different subjects’ worksheets, tests, notes, reading etc.

you can have one massive binder, one binder for each subject, one folder file for each subject or anything that suits you. for me, i clip all materials of one subject together with a binder clip. the materials i use most are at the front for easy reference. then put those bundles into zipper files, perhaps one for math and sciences, another for languages and humanities. or whatever suits you best! make sure you have everything in one place so you don’t panic and dig through a pile of dog-eared paper.

8. If you can, when it’s near the exam period, don’t stay back after school unless it’s to study.

i used to stay back for training and to play volleyball with my friends and i kid you not we would play from 2pm to 6.30 pm and get nothing done but it was fun. and i’m not saying deprive yourself of that fun but when the exams are near, you should be studying somewhere quiet/ somewhere you can focus. you should go somewhere (preferably home) where you can focus and get things done.

9. Decide if you’re a lone wolf or if you need a study buddy/study group

personally i’m a lone wolf because i hate distractions and i don’t want to distract others. but when my friends ask me for help i don’t mind staying back a little to teach them and/or study with them. Personally i find that for subjects like english which require you to write about an array of topics, studying with someone else can help in generation of essay points and to just broaden your understanding of the topic. so yeah it really depends, just do what suits you :)

10. Take notes in class

try to understand while copying, and if you didn’t understand something, you should raise your hand and ask for the teacher to repeat so that you hear it again. also, it gives you more time to take notes as they re-explain the content. read them after the lesson is over to help internalise some facts. you can create your own method of organisation for your notes, e.g. colour coding.

1. Review the day’s learning on the way home.

if you take public transport, try to flip through your notes and worksheets to review new content for the first time.

2. Eat lunch, have a snack, take a shower, everything that’s necessary.

if you use your phone while eating, make sure you don’t eat slowly just to use your phone because that’s wasting time.

3. If you’re super tired, just have a 15-20min power nap

nothing more otherwise you will NEVER wake up until the dead of night. just take a nap to get some energy back. doesnt matter if you wake up feeling more tired, because you’ll shake that feeling in a while. keep a glass of water beside you so that you can drink it once you wake up!

4. Look through your ‘list’ that you made earlier in the day. (in class, pt. 6)

you might want to spend max 10 mins updating your schedule. then stare at the dreaded homework. start with the easiest and least time consuming to build up momentum. this could actually be the remainder of what you’ve finished in school. then look at the due dates. do them in order of due dates. unless it’s a huge project or assignment, you might want a head start on it!

5. With the remaining time, you should start revising

review the day’s learning AGAIN.

make notes/mindmaps/flashcards whatever works for you. you should prioritise the subject or chapter that you were most confused about. quickly revise and try to clear up any questions you have about the chapter. if you have additional time, go ahead and make notes for the next subject! another way is going through corrections and clarifying your doubts with friends/teachers, and summarise the day’s learning on a post-it or two. if you’ve already taken notes in class, look at other sources e.g textbook and combine what you’ve learnt before re-writing or re-organising your notes.

1. Pack your bag!

remove unnecessary materials, and pack the necessary one. make sure your bag isnt too heavy. you can choose to hand carry some files or binders if they’re too bulky, but make sure you’re all packed before the next morning

2. Have a meal & clean up

again, basic necessities. don’t go to bed hungry or feeling icky because thats not how you treat yo self!

Before class:

if you’re going to continue on a chapter, review the content that came before it. Try to make your own connections between the already learnt and to-be learnt content so that you’re mentally ready for class.

In class:

take down notes, highlight, annotate and DRAW DIAGRAMS. you can’t do sciences without diagrams. for physics or chemistry which require more calculation, copy down the problems your teacher goes through and solve them along with him/her. write the formulas on a post it note so you can stick it onto the page where you’re writing for easy reference. if the teacher plays a video which is MOST DEFINITELY NOT GOING TO WAIT FOR YOU you have to write only the relevant points in the most abbreviated form possible.

Note-taking:

I find that linear notes help me most in sciences. for chapters that involve lots of interconnected processes, for example o chem, then mindmaps or flowcharts will be helpful. also if you tend to forget something, post-it that stuff on the front page of your notes where you are FORCED to stare at it. yes. write down example problems and their steps, then write explanations for each step so that if you’re confused you can always refer back. again, draw any required diagrams.

Answering techniques:

if there’s a ‘standard’ way to answer it then you have to make sure you follow that way even in your homework because it’s muscle memory. when you get to exams, your hand will automatically write in the same format so you don’t lose marks or spend time recalling the correct format.

imo sciences are quite logical so as long as you remember and follow the flow you’ll be fine!

In class:

copy key terms, facts and examples and write all examples that the teacher has gone through. write all formulas and definitions on a post it, then shift it around the pages as needed. if there’s a type of problem you particularly suck at, ask your teacher for help IMMEDIATELY because it’s so easy to forget the steps to a problem.

At home:

do your homework, do additional practice, correct your mistakes, clarify, and repeat. memorise formulas and definitions (perhaps using flashcards or post its) then practice more and make sure your concepts are strong. there’s no easy way and sadly this is all i can comment.

In class:

copy down notes, think actively, and if you’re given a sample essay you should annotate the heck out of it and keep it somewhere safe.

For essays:

read up more and write up. befriend the best writer in class and ask for their essays. write essay plans and consult your teacher. brainstorm possible approaches with friends. read the news, and copy the links of interesting online articles for future reference. have a go-to list of examples and quotes you can use, for any and every topic. read these like your bedtime story and never forget to keep updating them.

For comprehension passages:

read the questions first. then you’ll be more sensitive to what you need to read in the passage and how you need to analyse it. try to question yourself about how and why the author does something or makes you feel something. do not rush-read the passage or you will fail horribly (personal experience). do one or two extra comprehensions and ask your teacher to mark them.

In class:

ARROWS TO LINK EVERYTHING and annotate any class notes given. write down new examples provided by the teacher. if there is a link you ‘can check out’ go check it out. it’s probably something thats gonna be on the exam.

At home:

you have to rely on mindmapping and flow charts because everything is linked in some way and you cannot ignore those links!!!! although i do my humanities notes in linear form, my in class notes are all in the form of mindmaps. and actually i revise from those in a pinch because i can see everything at one go. watch vids on the concepts, for example plate tectonics. those things are so hard to see when they’re deadass sitting on the page and not budging. watch a video where they really move instead of being frozen.

If you’re so frickin lost:

watch more videos on the concepts, watch more videos on the events, search up interpretations online and ask your teachers!!! for everyone who gets equally lost as me when i’m faced with a new chapter, another way is to pre-read before the teacher starts teaching. if you’re lazy to read just watch a couple clips on it so that at least you have some background. even if you wake up the next day with 0 concrete memory, which you won’t, you’ll already have the flow of things which will help you if you’re usually the straggler.

(disclaimer i study geography although i've tried history and english literature but i think that they're similar to some extent, especially on how to study them)

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[saint-ess]

Study Tips From a 4.0 Student

These are study tips/ advice I use in my everyday university classes to maintain my 4.0

Understand the basics

Understanding the basics will help you build upon that knowledge.

For example, if I forget a basic formula, I write that formula OVER AND OVER again before starting a practice problem that uses said formula until its engrained in my memory.

Read as much as you can

I understand reading is boring, but I find it helpful to read my textbooks cover to cover because there are a lot of interesting information that professors often overlook.

Take Notes & Rewrite Notes

In the images provided are notes I've taken in class versus notes I rewrote at home. Not only will this help retain the information but it's a great way to clean up messy notes that might be difficult to follow when reviewing them in the future when studying for midterms/finals

Define all unknown terms

If I cant define a term (regardless of subject) off the top of my head within the first five seconds of reading it; or I'm unsure of the definition I write it down.

I have a special designated notebook I like to carry for terms I've defined whether its math/architecture terms/ a random word from a book I'm currently reading.

Also make sure to review the defined words.

Take breaks/ Rest/ Self Care

Take time to take a break. Dont burn yourself out, you wont retain any information if you're too tired. You also will be more likely to make silly mistakes if you're tired.

Practice as many practice problems/ keep separate notebook for practice problems

In the images are the notebooks I used for my latest math semester. The books on the left are ONLY for notes and the the books on the right are ONLY for practice problems.

PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE

Practice until you're confident. I like to practice a subject until I'm confident if someone handed me any problem I can easily solve it without having to look at my notes.

Memorize

Memorization is the key to being prepared.

Make flash cards to memorize terms or equations.

My Trig teacher had us memorize all trigonometric function identities, I would spend every free time I had writing and rewriting all functions until I could write them without looking back at my notes.

STOP PROCRASTINATING!

Stop it. Just start right away. You wont feel overwhelmed by all the work you put off if you stop procrastinating.

Start all assignments as soon as you get them

Starting your assignment immediately won't make you feel overwhelmed when more assignments are given.

Be conscious about time management

I like to designated time throughout the day/week for certain assignments/study and I rotate between each class to get everything done efficiently.

Efficiency is key!

For example I dedicate an hour a day on math problems, then switch to reading for Architecture then jump to physics and repeate.

Have a work schedule and stick to your schedule

Once you get into the rhythm of your classes you begin to understand how what assignments are when.

KEEP YOUR SYLLABUS!

I like to input whatever assignment is due on my personal calendar. I also write on my syllabuses to make sure I'm keeping up with assignments

Making a schedule to coincide with assignments that are due and upcoming tests will help keep you organized!

Remove all distractions

I love my phone but when I start studying/working I make sure to keep my phone on airplane mode so I can still listen to music but not worry about incoming messages or be tempted to look at my insta/tumblr app

It's a point system

The more points the better. Professors will often tell you how much everything is weighted.

For examples some classes will have something along the lines of...

20% Assignment

40% Test

20% Midterm

20% Final

So you kinda get an idea the more points you have the closer to 100% you are, your goal is to be as close to that 100%. Before every class I like to break down the percentages and see what's the LOWEST possible score I can get per assignment

In the image below is one of the math calculators I made using Excel trying to see how low of a grade I can get on my final to keep an A

Look ahead

Take some time to look at future chapters. You dont have to take notes or 100% understand the concepts but familiarize yourself with key information that will come up.

Understand concepts where you can explain them to peers

I often tutor for funsies students to not only familiarize myself with the concepts but also if you can teach a subject you understand it to its entirety

Ask for help/ look for resources

There are so many online resources like Khan Acadamy, organic chemist on YouTube and even asking questions in class. I am always asking questions on topics I don't understand and need clarification.

Check out different online journals like JSTOR for information on different subjects!

Never walk into a test unprepared

I've never walked into a test thinking "I'm gonna fail/ I'm so underprepared"

The professors will go over key details and key concepts that will be on tests. Make sure to study and understand thoes topics!

Go into a class with the mindset "I want to learn"

Even if I'm not invested or interested in a topic I try to go into every class wanting to learn something new.

I've found this to be a positive way of learning and understanding new concepts.

Keep old notebooks

I've kept all my notebooks from past semesters in case I need to go back and review something I forgot or need to clarify some key information.

GOOD LUCK STUDYING!

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Here is the next chapter of my little book, enjoy!

"Whhhyyy, must you always liieee" Sierra sings under her breath. She hums some of the song she doesn't know as she packs her backpack for school.

"SIERRA" Sierra's mom calls from the kitchen. But Sierra doesn't notice, she continues to gather her books and sing on the top of her lungs "Something, something, tiiimmmee."

"Sierra! For the love of god. Turn down that music!" Sierra's mom bursts through her bedroom door. Startled, Sierra fumbles with her radio trying to turn it off.

"You done packing?" Sierra's mom asks Sierra. She simply nods and gestures towards her packed bag. Today was the first day of college, well the first day of the last semester.

"Okay, well, hurry up and get dressed then go to the kitchen for some breakfast." Sierra's mom hugs her daughter. As soon as she leaves Sierra throws on her college hoodie and a pair of blue jeans.

She throws on a pair of sneakers and grabs her blue backpack. She runs down the hall, nearly tripping on some of her little sister's toys.

"Karlene" Sierra grumbles under her breath as she pushes away a toy. She quickly walks into the living room and turns left into the kitchen, where Karlene and their mom are eating.

The kitchen is a simple layout, it has bright orange walls with cream-colored tile flooring. The dining table is by the large window on the right, with a bathroom behind it. In the middle of the room is where the fridge lies with tons of magnets and pictures on it.

Stairs leading to the basement are in between the fridge and the door to the pantry. And on the left are all the cabinets and cupboards making an L shape, with the last cabinet by the doorway.

With one black and white oven, with a microwave above it. An assortment of different appliances crowd the white cabinets.

"Good morning!" Sierra's twelve-year-old sister calls from the kitchen table. Sierra takes a seat next to her as their mom hands her a plate of bacon,  toast, and fried potatoes.

"I still don't understand how you don't like eggs" their mom sighs as she walks back to the oven. Sierra just shrugs and picks up the fork and starts eating her food.

"I like 'em, just not alone," Sierra says between bites. After shoveling down her food, she lightly fans her mouth and coughs.

"And I told you to let it cool down" Sierra's mom hands her a water bottle. Sierra takes a swig of it and sighs as her burning mouth gets cooled.

"Technically, you never said that" Sierra smirks and her mom rolls her eyes. "Well, you should know better. Now you need to get going, you'll be late" her mom takes her plate to the sink.

"Pfff, I'll be fine" Sierra throws her bag over her shoulder and stands up. She pushes her chair in and messes up her sister's hair.

Sierra pecks her mom on the cheek and heads to the front door. "Byyyee" Sierra calls out to her mom and sister "I'll be back around three" Sierra calls out again as she opens the front door.

"Okay be safe, remember don't accept rides from strangers" her mom calls out from the kitchen. Sierra snorts and closes the front door behind her.

She shivers slightly from the weather, luckily it hasn't been raining a lot to need boots, but Sierra is careful not to slip. She pulls her hoodie up and stuffs her blonde hair in it.

After ten minutes of splashing in muddy puddles and walking on the wet sidewalk, Sierra finally reaches her school. In big bold letters above the double doors spell out the school's name.

Cowbell community college, it's technically called Iowa community college but everyone calls it Cowbell since the founders of it also sell soup, and the school smells like vegetable soup.

Sierra walks in the double doors with a few other students, trying to keep her head down.  She sighs as the school heating system finally is fixed and she hit with a wave of warm air.

She pulls down her hood and shakes her hair out, her long hair falling neatly on her back. She looks around the familiar large room. The walls are plain white with black tiled flooring. A large chandelier hangs from the ceiling.

As soon as you walk into the building you're met with a sitting area with brown stairs around it leading to the other three floors. Sierra takes an empty seat on of the many chairs. She pulls out her schedule from her backpack and looks for her first class.

She groans, math, the worst subject ever invented. Sierra slowly looks up at a large black clock, it reads eight-fifteen. She glances back at her schedule, her first class starts in fifteen minutes.

'Guess I can kill some time in the library'  Sierra packs her schedule back in her blue backpack. She jumps out of her seat and throws her backpack around her shoulder and starts to climb the long stairs.

Fortunately, the library is right next to Sierra's math class. The library was and always will be Sierra's favorite place in the school, with the science lab in a close second.

Sierra could go on and on about how great a library is, but nobody really cares except for one of her two only friends, Madison.

And like Sierra, Madison likes spending her free time in the library. Sierra grabs a random book about animals and takes a seat next to her.

Madison is very pretty, her long brown hair is in a beautiful French braid, and her brown eyes are glued to the book she was reading.

"Good morning Mads" Sierra greats her friend. Madison looks up at her and gives her a beautiful crooked smile.

"Morning" she says "have you heard anything from Barbs?" She sits up from her hunched over position.

Sierra shakes her head no. Barbra is Sierra's other friend, she doesn't really know how they became friends since she was "popular". But Sierra is grateful for any and all friends she can make.

Sierra never understood why she almost no one liked her, everyone she knew said she wasn't ugly, well except for her eyes. She always hated her mismatched eyes, but her mom always said they were like her dad's and that they mean something important. But Sierra never believed her.

Sierra shakes away that last thought and focuses on her book. Her and Madison read for the remainder of Sierra's time, once her phone goes off she puts the book she was reading away and says goodbye.

The hours tick by painfully slow, and as soon as the professor dismisses the class Sierra jumps up, grabs her bag, and quickly leaves. She pulls out her phone to check the time, thirty minutes till three.

'Ahh, I got some more time to kill' she stuffs her phone in the pocket of her hoodie and heads outside through the back door. In Sierra's opinion, the backside of the school is a lot better than the front side. It's a large field with a huge oak tree, and a small road leading towards a few houses behind it. Underneath the shade is a couple of dry benches.

Sierra pulls up the hoodie again and runs towards the oak tree. She pulls off the hood as soon as she reaches the benches. She wipes off any water that might be on it and sits down.

She closes her eyes and takes a feel breath in, the smell of dirt and rain calms her. After a minute or two she opens her eyes again and looks up at the large branches of the oak.

After five more minutes of listening to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain hitting the leaves and the sound of a few cars going by.  HONK HONK. Sierra whips around searching for whoever made the noise.

She gets up from the bench to look at the road to see a large forest green truck, with its driver waving their hand at her. Sierra smiles at the sight, she quickly grabs her bag and sprints towards the truck, not caring about her hair.

Once she gets to the driver side window, the driver pokes their head out and says " get in loser, I'll drive you home"

Sierra nods and walks around the front of the car to the passenger side. She opens the door, throws her back in the back and hops in. "Thanks, Barbs" she wipes her hair away from her face to look at her friend, her long black hair is up in a tight bun, her gorgeous green eyes are watching her every move, and she is wearing a black t-shirt underneath a red leather jacket with tight black leggings.

Barbra smiles at her, showing her perfectly white teeth. "No prob, just try not to get to much mud in here, it's my brother's truck"  Barb makes sure Sierra buckles up before she starts driving.

"What happened to your car?" Sierra asks as she looks outside the window, watching the rain pour down.

"It's getting fixed, not sure if you heard but I hit a large bird and it cracked the window," Barb says as she gestures to how it hit and how it rolled up onto the roof of the car.

"Do you know what kind of bird it was?" Sierra asks, fully aware that Barbra has no knowledge on animals.

"Of course not" she laughs "if I'd have to guess, I'd say it was a turkey, but I have no idea" she stops at a stop sign and glances around, but before she can put her foot on the gas pedal, someone speeds past her.

"Idjit! Stupid idiots" she smacks the steering wheel in anger "it's like no one knows how to crapping drive!" She growls lowly. She turns left then pulls into Sierra's driveway.

"Thanks for driving me, if I would've walked, I would've been soaked" Sierra smiles at her "did you want to come inside?"

"Sounds good Mel" Barbra says, Sierra smiles at the sound of her nickname being used. Which is just a short version of her middle name.

They both hop out of the car, and Sierra quickly grabs her bag from the back as Barbra runs to the front door. Sierra runs through the spot where her mom's car would be trying not to get too wet.

Sierra quickly unlocks the door and lets Barbra inside. She shakes off any water from her bag as she closes the door behind her. They both kick-off their shoes and jump on the large comfy couch.

"Your house will always, always, impress me" Barbra says as she sinks lower into the couch.

"You're welcome here any time" Sierra says as she looks for the remote to her large tv.

"I know, I know, I just don't want to barge in every single day" Barbra sits up and sighs.

"Nonsense! You're not some pest, you really are welcome here any time. You're also welcome to any and all food" Sierra gets up to check the couch cushions for the lost remote "where the hell is the remote" she mutters to herself.

"Any food?" A wicked smile appears on Barbra's thin face.

"Well, not the pie" Sierra says "oh no." Sierra notices a note on the coffee table left by who she assumes her mom.

"What?" Barbra sits up trying to look over Sierra's shoulder.

"I forgot to clean the kitchen" Sierra says frantically "and this note says mom is at the store and will be home in an hour" Sierra runs a nervous hand through her hair.

"Hey it's okay, I can help" Barbra stands up and stretches out her back.

"Thanks" is all Sierra can mutter.

"I mean, how much will we have to do? Wipe the counters? Do the dishes?" Both girls head for the kitchen.

"Mop and sweep the floors, scrub the sink, wipe down the table, and wipe all counters" Sierra rushes around the kitchen quickly wiping all the counters.

"I'll start sweeping" Barbra heads for where they keep their brooms. Barbra comes back holding the mop, a bucket, and the broom to find Sierra quickly wiping down the table.

"Whoa, Sierra" Barbra puts down everything and rushes to her friend. "Calm down" she gently grabs her shoulders and spins her around "you're going to hurt yourself if you go that fast" she says calmly.

"Sorry" Sierra says quietly.

"It's okay" Barbra let's go of her shoulders and says with a slight smile "Now, take a deep breath and calm down, im here to help. We'll get this done in no time"

"Right" Sierra takes a deep breath and slowly wipes off the table. After thirty minutes of cleaning the kitchen, both girls collapse onto the living room couch with a bunch of snacks.

"See what'd I tell you" Barbra tosses a pretzel in her mouth "we'd get it done, and we have twenty minutes before your mom comes home"

"Mmhmm" Sierra grabs a handful of pretzels and stuffs them in her mouth.

Barbra sits up to face her "you know, a friend of a friend is throwing a party tomorrow, you should come"

Sierra smiles and shakes her head " thanks for the offer, but mom would kill me if I ever went to a party" Sierra sighs sadly.

"C'mon live a little, your mom is too strict with you. It's just a party, what's the worst that can happen" Barbra grabs a bottle of water.

"I can think of a few, and my mom could go on and on" Sierra huffs "it's really not worth the trouble"

Barbra pouts "but...ugh...Sierra, you don't have to listen to her! You're twenty-three! You're an adult, you can make your own decisions" Barbra argues.

"She's just looking out for me" Sierra turns her gaze from her angry friend to the floor "plus, I've got homework to do"

"Well I better go" Barbra quickly grabs her keys and stands up. Sierra nods and watches her friend head for the door "thanks for the help, you should invite Madison, I'm sure she'd love to go, but have fun"

"Ok will do" Barbra says as she slowly closes the door "hey you've got some mail" Barbra calls through the door.

"Toss it inside, it's probably for my mom" Sierra sighs. Barbra puts a letter and a small package on the coffee table in front of her.

Without any words, Barbra leaves and Sierra grabs the letter to inspect it. In big, black, cursive writing, her full name and address in the middle.

She quickly grabs the package to find her name and address in the same writing. She blinks in confusion and looks at who sent it. It says it's from Klexsity, School of Power, in Texas.

"What the hell?" Sierra mutters.

I hope you guys liked that, I am having fun writing this and I'll put up the next chapter as soon as it's done. I have a wattpad where the chapters come out sooner, it's Vegetaforthewin if anyone is interested

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rewind | 01

pairing; jung jaehyun x reader

genre/warnings; fluff, best friends to lovers! au, swearing

word count; 2.7k

:: summary; you find an attractive man in one of your old pictures, except you have no idea who he is. you suddenly have the urge to do everything you can to find out who he is, and maybe if you're lucky, make him fall in love with you.

author's note; yay the first chapter! as i've said before, this will be a mix of some social media edits and the actual text so don't be confused if pictures randomly show up in the middle of the story!! i really hope you all enjoy!

( gif credits to owner. )

You rummage through one of your drawers, cleaning out the stacks of papers as well as some clothes and a few books.

You were – finally – moving out of your apartment shared with college student slash best friend Mark, and you were ecstatic. This was the first time you were going to own an apartment by yourself, and just the idea of you being alone without being bombarded with Math questions made you feel giddy inside.

Once you reach the bottom of the drawer, you let a sigh of relief as you wiped a bead of sweat on your forehead. Summer was going to start soon, not like it mattered for you. You graduated from college a year ago but still got excited whenever summer came. Maybe it was because Mark had more free time than usual, but you weren’t really sure.

You pull out a crumpled piece of photo paper, wincing when you see how old and dirty it was. Dust laid on the edges of the paper because of how long it stayed at the bottom of the drawer. You carefully blew the dust away before flipping the photo around.

You stare at your appearance in the photo. You looked gross, to be honest. The photo was probably taken four years ago when you were just starting college. Your bangs looked hideous and your outfit looked like a wreck. You wanted to burn the picture, hoping it never got to see the light of day again.

Just before you were able to do the deed however, another detail caught your attention.

You had no idea who he was, but damn, you had to admit, this man was practically perfect.

His hair looked styled to perfection, he looked extra hot in the basketball jersey (no one in your college was that cute that’s for sure) and he had this smile that brightened up your day immediately (accompanied with a cute pair of dimples). You were practically drooling over him, and mind you, this picture was taken five. years. ago.

If he was this hot during college, how hot is he now? You end up wondering as you stare at the photo in your hands.

You stare at the jersey again. The team name was covered, but he was definitely not from your college. But why couldn’t you remember anything about him?

The picture looks familiar, except nothing is coming to your mind. You have no clue on who this handsome man is, or what he does, but you sure wanted to find out.

Was I drunk? You shake your head. You never drank enough to get drunk, especially in college. You cared too much about your grades and reputation, even Mark was annoyed with it. But Mark is the biggest nerd you know.

You stood up and walked to the living room filled with boxes, grabbing your phone to text your friends.

“I’m home!” Mark calls out as he leaves the coat by the rack. You run out of your room and take his bag from him. You check the clock hanging above the TV in the living room. “Why are you home so late?” You scold him as you drop his bag by the couch.

“I went out with some friends.” Mark shrugs as he drags his feet towards the kitchen, looking for something to drink. You follow him, taking out a glass and pouring Mark a cup of water.

You watch as Mark gulps down the beverage, looking away once Mark raises an eyebrow at you. You’re silent, playing with your fingers as Mark practically stares you down.

“Uh..did you find..anything?” You don’t know why you're embarrassed about asking Mark. You guys were best friends, and Mark wasn’t used to you being embarrassed around him. He gulps down the last of his water before wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jean jacket.

Mark's quiet for a while, setting down his glass and just staring at you, not saying a word.

“Nope. I'm so sorry Y/N.” He mutters sadly. He gives you a sympathetic look as you look down at the floor again. “Did you try asking Doyoung and Ten?” He takes your hands in his and you sigh, nodding.

“Doyoung’s out of town with no wifi and Ten hasn’t been responding to my messages when we damn well know that little shit doesn’t do anything.” Mark laughs at your comment on Ten before giving you an encouraging smile.

“You can do it. I bet you’ll find him soon.” You shake your head, losing hope and confidence. Finding him would be nearly impossible, especially since you didn’t know anything about him except for what he looks like.

“What if I grow grey and old and I still don’t find him?” Mark nearly chokes on his second glass of water at your statement. Water spills on his shirt and on the kitchen counter and all you can do is groan. “Gross! Mark keep it together!” You take a rag from the sink and throw it at him.

“Is that seriously your only concern right now?” Mark coughs as he wipes the wet spot on the counter. "You coughing your soul out of your body? Yes." You take the rag back from him before wiping the mess yourself.

"You know what i'm talking about."

You cross your arms in annoyance. Were you being irrational? Maybe. Were you taking this search a bit too far? Definitely. That didn't stop you though.

“Yes!” You argue back and he shrugs his shoulders. "Are you that desperate for love?" Mark leans against the counter. You think for a while. "Maybe." You admit sadly. You didn't date in such a long time it was getting annoying.

Mark finally decides to give up.

“Can I at least see the picture again?” Mark asks and you nod. You come back, handing Mark the photo you protected with your entire being. Mark raises his eyebrows in approval. “I see why you’re spending your time looking for him. He’s cute.” Mark says as he stares at the photo intently.

It’s quiet for a few moments. “Yo, what if he has a girlfriend?” Mark snaps his head towards you. You didn’t think about that. You shake your head. “Well, I didn’t think about that.." You reply, sound hopeless. Mark sighs before placing the photo on the table.

It was possible. A man with such a pretty face wouldn’t be single, right?

“It’s fine! You can meet up as buddies!” Mark claps, joking around and you immediately glare at him. You take the photo back immediately.

“Shut up Mark.” You mutter. It’s silent again.

“What if you guys had a relationship?” Mark wiggles his eyebrows and you nearly choke at his behavior. A relationship? Never. Right now, Mark sounded absurd. “First, I would’ve remembered that much, and second, college me would never.” You point at him.

“True. The college you would never.” Mark snorts at the vague memory of you during college. He runs his hand through his soft black hair, and you actually felt a bit sorry for the kid. You decide to drop the topic. You pat his head. “How are your scores?” You ask, referring to his finals. He got the last of his scores today, and he was worried the entire week.

“They’re actually really good. I flunked my Math and Chem, though.” Mark sighs, running his hands through his hair once more.

“What did you get? a 93?” You joke and Mark scoffs in reply. “Nope! An 89." He clicks his tongue. He walks out to the living room. You give him a look. "Yikes! Your finals were never that bad. Should I stop letting you out of the house?" You laugh and Mark rolls his eyes playfully as he enters the kitchen once more. "It’s fine. I’ll pass the subjects at least.” He gives you a goofy smile and you laugh again.

“That’s good. I know how hard you worked for them.” You say with a soft smile. He leans in for a hug and you gladly wrap your arms around the kid. He was so cute. Although you were older than him by two years, he was like your own child. “Thanks.” Mark yawns, stretching his arms.

“Go to sleep Mark. You worked hard today.” You pat him in the back and he nods. “Okay. Goodnight Y/N.” Mark mumbles as he walks towards his room.

“Goodnight. Sleep tight!” You smile, and Mark gives you a thumbs up in reply before leaving the kitchen. You take the photo in your hands and leave the kitchen, shutting all the lights in the process.

You sigh, tapping your fingers against the hard wood while waiting for your friends.

You promised your three idiotic best friends that you would treat them out for dinner today, which ended you up at a fancy Chinese restaurant at 8:00 in the evening. Of course, these losers would offer to eat at the fanciest restaurant in the district as long as they’re not paying.

After a few minutes, Mark arrives first, panting and sweating all over. He grips on to the chair, stopping you from saying anything. “Sorry.” He pants. “I got lost.” Mark pulls the seat in front of him and sighs in relief once you hand him a glass of cold water. “Those little shits. Doyoung and Ten told me that you weren’t paying today and the last one to arrive would pay for everything.” Mark wipes the edge of his mouth with the napkin in front of him.

“Hey.” You tell him in a harsh tone. “They’re still older than you. Don’t treat them like that.” You give him a look and Mark’s angry expression washed away almost immediately. “Sorry.” He sheepishly replies. You roll your eyes. “It’s okay. I’ll scold them later.” You smile playfully and Mark lets out a breathy laugh.

The next one to arrive was Doyoung, who just came home from his out of town trip. “Thanks for treating us today.” Is the first thing he says as he sits down in front of you. Mark chokes on his water, a few droplets flying out of his mouth and landing on Doyoung.

“What the fuck, Mark? Gross!” Doyoung groans as he uses the napkin to wipe the water on his shirt. "Mark this happened yesterday! Get a hold of yourself!" You pat Mark's shirt which had a few water droplets as well. Mark ignores him as he continues to cough. “Who are you?” Mark almost yells and you pat his back. Doyoung rolls his eyes in response. “I did a lot of thinking because there was no fucking wifi and data. I was practically suffering.” Doyoung sighs dramatically.

Finally, after waiting for an agonizing and painful fifteen minutes, Ten finally decides to show up for dinner. He smiles and places his fanny pack on the table. “Fashionably late as always.” He sits down beside Doyoung, smirking at his own comment. You place your phone down beside you and give Ten a smirk of your own.

“You’re paying for your own meal.” Your face tells him that you were dead serious, and had no intention of lying.

Ten gasps. “Take that back!” You give him a challenging look before raising your hand high in the air. “Waiter!” You call out, and Ten practically leaps on you, trying to pull your hand down. Doyoung chuckles as he hides behind the menu while Mark just seems to be dead hungry. Ten continues to attack you until he sees a waiter approaching. He quickly returns to his original seat, making you smile wide.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” Ten whispers in your direction and Mark stares at you, waiting for your response. You smile sweetly at the clueless waiter in front of you. “Sorry, I called you by accident. You can go now.” The waiter rushes away at once to keep up with the other orders of the customers. You turn to Ten. “Anything?”

You can practically feel Ten’s fists clench under the table before he huffs. “Anything.” He says.

“Okay! I’ll get back to you for that.” You lean back in your seat and Ten sighs in relief. “Good! Now that we’re all here can we order? I’m starving! ” Mark complains, clutching his stomach.

Ten calls the waiter as Mark gulps down his third glass of water. Doyoung just gives Mark a weird look while the waiter writes down all your orders, wrapping it up with Doyoung’s long list of orders. You sigh once you hand the menu to the waiter and drop your head in your hands. “I’m going broke.” You mutter.

You sigh, scrolling through your notifications before Doyoung breaks the silence.

“Any luck with pretty boy?” Doyoung takes a sip of his drink. Ten shakes his head in response. “No offense, but this dude’s probably dead. None of my friends know who he is, and I have a lot of friends.” Ten says and Doyoung rolls his eyes.

“There are 7 billion people in the world. It’s going to take more than your friends to find him.” Doyoung states the obvious.

“Do you wanna try asking social media?” Mark suggests, leaning his elbows on the table. Ten claps his hands. “Watch! You’ll get invited to star on Ellen!” Ten says excitedly and Mark snorts. Doyoung just chuckles at Ten’s statement.

“It’s fine. It’s not that important.” You assure your friends and Mark’s trying so hard to hold in his laugh. “That’s not what you said yes-” You kick Mark harshly in the shin, causing him to yelp in pain. As Mark rubs his shin, you notice Doyoung’s constant staring in your direction.

“We didn’t do shit and yet you’re still treating us.” Doyoung gives you a sorry look and you place your hand on top of his. Sure, Doyoung was a shithead most of the time, but he still cared about you and supported you whenever you needed it. That’s why you loved him.

“Consider this as Mark’s congratulatory dinner for acing his finals.” You clap your hands and Mark looks down shyly, too embarrassed to respond. “Yeahhhh nice one Mark!” Ten pats Mark a bit too hard on the back, causing the younger to cough and wince in pain.

Doyoung gives Mark a high five, and he chuckles, his cheeks turning a bright red.

After dinner, you recite a quick prayer as the waiter heads your way after Doyoung asked him for the bill. You reluctantly take the booklet from him, closing your eyes as you expect the worst. Doyoung leans back in his seat, looking pleased while Mark leans over to see how much your wallet has to suffer today.

“Damn it.” You mutter as you open your eyes and stare at the bill in horror. You reach into your purse and take out your credit card. Doyoung and Ten clap as you place the card in the booklet and slam it shut. The waiter looks at the four of you amused as you hand the booklet back to him. "Doyoung, you're treating for my birthday." You say angrily.

You step outside in the freezing cold, hugging your coat tighter against your body. “See you guys tomorrow?” Ten turns around and the three of you nod.

The four of you agreed to meet up the next day to go “shopping”, which is actually Ten going shopping while the rest of you lounge around, waiting for him. Mark loops his arm in yours.

“See you.” Mark says and Doyoung waves at the three of you, walking in the direction of his car. Ten waves goodbye as well, following Doyoung who was giving him a ride home. Your Uber arrives, and the Mark and you climb in the car. It’s quiet throughout the entire ride, neither of you saying a word.

The driver drops you off and you thank him, stepping out of the car before Mark slams the door shut. You wrap your hand around Mark and he smiles gratefully before following you in the apartment complex.

“Tired?” You laugh at Mark, who was already dozing off in the elevator. Mark nods, his head on your shoulder. The elevator doors open, and you practically drag Mark towards your shared apartment.

“I think i’m just going to head to bed.” Mark mutters as you enter your home. “Okay.” You bid Mark goodnight before entering your almost empty room and shutting the door.

You flop on your bed, letting out a sigh of relief as you kick off your heels and rub your aching ankles. You’re drifting off to sleep, not really caring about your current state until a soft ding! resonates through the quiet room.

You fall off your bed, too lazy to grab your phone. You practically crawl to grab your purse all the way across the room. You quickly open your purse, retrieving your phone and flopping back on your bed.

You squint your eyes as you adjust to the bright screen to your phone. An unknown user pops up on your phone. You're confused on who the hell this person is, or what he’s talking about, but nevertheless, open up his account.

You enlarge his profile picture. He looks familiar.

Another ding! resonates, and you open up your new text message from Ten. “Y/N!!! I FOUND HIM!! I FOUND YOUR GUY! his twitter is @jung1997!!” The text reads.

You open this guy’s Twitter. His username? @jung1997.

Your eyes go wide as you click on the guy's profile picture and enlarge it once more.

You immediately run towards your drawer and pull out the picture. You compare the pretty boy’s face to the profile picture displayed on your phone, and they almost look the same.

That’s when the realization hits you.

You found him. You finally found your mystery man.

“Oh…Oh…OH SHIT!”

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[mayareth]

School Days AU Cradlesona

The event is here, yay! I’ll do Margareth first, since she is my ”real” Cradlesona, but maybe I’ll do a school days version of Cassiopée and Grace too later.

Year/Course: 2nd-year political science degree with a minor in law.

Favourites Subjects: International relationships and History of politics (and everything to do with foreign languages, history and geography in general).

Least Favourites Subjects: Philosophy and General political economy (and everything to do with math, science and art in general).

Affiliated Organizations: Association of Political Science and Administration Students (APSAS) and Union of the Students of Cradle Central University (USCCU it defends the student's rights and organise diverse events and protests).

Student History: She had the opportunity to enter to the Cradle Central University thanks to the Godspeed family recommendation. Her adoptive parents hadn't enough money to pay her a five-year cycle so she chose to go for the three-year cycle. However, her teachers saw how hard she worked and offered to help her to access to the full cycle. Margareth is also one of the leaders of the USCCU.

Student Life: Everyone sees her as a very organized person, thanks to her good grades, but that's not the case AT ALL. Margareth tends to work late at night to finish her work on time and she often starts to prepare them very late. Margareth doesn't go to party regularly but she will gladly attend to some if she is invited to by other students. Encourage the students to protest when they are not respected or heard by the head of the university or by the government. Will gladly volunteers on charity projects (often with Grace). Margareth will barely sleep during the exam session but once it’s over, she will spend all her free mornings in bed!

Study Habits: Start to study around 8 pm so doesn't get much sleep (5 hours maximum per day during the exam session). Margareth hates to summarize her lessons so she will prefer to study the entire book than to rewrite something shorter. Has some difficulties to take notes during the classes since she doesn't want to use abbreviations. Saturday is a no-work day for her, apart from the ones during the exams. Margareth’s greatest fear is to have to do group projects. She can't stand no to be in total control of her work. If it's good, she wants the compliments all for herself but if it's a fail, she is willing to take the entire responsibility and never have to drag the others into her mess. Also, she doesn't want any other deadlines than the one where the project has to be hand over to the teacher. With the years passing by, Margareth learnt to manage her anxiety. Still, she will act as if she was stressed before an exam while she is pretty calm compared to certain students. She is that girl who will study a little AND very late at night but have better marks than yours.

Relationships:

1. With the other characters

Ray Blackwell: They attend some classes together (foreign languages and philosophy) and got close pretty fast since they got paired to do the first group project and are from the same faction. Both are members of the USCCU. They can often be found together in the library, reading, sharing books and researching information. Run into each other at parties (it was more likely Fenrir who arranged things to make them meet every time they hang out). They finally started to date each other after a fancy ball at the end of their first year at university.

Lancelot Kingsley: Despite being close to the Red faction (while she is more of a Black girl), he is a good friend of Margareth. They often work together for group projects since they attend to nearly all of their classes together (when Lance come to school of course). Both of them are really appreciated by their teachers and are among the best students of all their promotion. A lot of lunchtimes are spent together, debating different issues of society (it makes Ray jealous sometimes).

Fenrir Godspeed: He knew Margareth before going to the university since he often goes at her bookshop with his family and stayed friend with her since then. Try to drag her to parties and desperately want Ray to confess his feelings for her. Margareth sometimes workout and go running with him. Both Ray and her attempt to make Fenrir eating tomatoes.

Jonah Clemence: He was jealous of Margareth at first, seeing her spending so much time with Lance but once he got to know her best, she became a member of his very close circle of friends. They train together to improve the way they speak to a large crowd. Jonah and Margareth also always eat a millefeuille together for their birthday tea time.

Luka Clemence: Margareth went to talk with him because she needed some cooking tips and advice to keep a healthy vegetarian diet. She heard he was one of the best students in his major (Jonah also mentioned him a couple of times). He was very shy at the beginning but then he opened up to Margareth and found themselves cooking together pretty often. Despite knowing she is a friend of his hatred old brother, Luka talks quite often with her because he is aware Margareth won't repeat anything compromising to the future Queen of Hearts.

2. With my other Cradlesonas

Grace: They don't attend the same classes at all (since Grace is studying surgery) but they see each other at parties and, more importantly, at charity events and during USCCU meeting, as Grace is also one of the leaders of the union. We can't say they got along very well at the beginning, Margareth judging the future Lady Clemence as superficial and haughty and Grace seeing the future Lady Blackwell as boring and cold. As they got to organize meeting together, they started to talk more often and became really good friends, seeing each other nearly every day, chatting about the way their day had gone or even gossiping sometimes.

Cassiopée: They were designated to be roommates from their first day at Cradle Central University. Despite having opposite personalities and major orientations (Cassiopée is studying engineering), they quickly became close friends, sharing everything from clothes to secrets. In the end, they even found out their boyfriends were best friends. They work out together several times per week and Cassiopée sometimes help Margareth during charity events (despite the fact she doesn't appreciate Grace). Cassiopée also made small weapons for Margareth in case she got assault when she is alone.

Uniforms:

They evolute depending on which year you’re in and on your faction (Black/Neutral/Red). You can choose but you don't belong to an army while you’re at the university. Fights aren’t allowed and all the teachers must keep neutral opinions! However, since Margareth is on a political science degree, I thought most of the students of this option, at least, must already have an opinion about which side they’re in.

First three years:

Black Faction - Red Faction - Neutral

Two last years:

Black Faction - Red Faction - Neutral

FINALLY!!!! I’m so late and I have the worst excuse in the world: I was lost in the uniforms. I really wanted all the factions to be equals and it took me DAYS to find the perfects uniforms. Also, I know I shouldn't have included factions but that was so tempting! Hope it's not too late, I’ll try to do Grace and/or Cassiopée this month and even to write a fic (maybe even NSFW, who knows?)

Tagging @lovingsiriusoswald and @emeraldtawny since it’s based on her University AU Headcanons

#ikerev #school days cradlesona #university au #margareth #my cradlesona #my writing #I’m so late #it’s like the last day of the event #I’ve been busy with my student job and... #perfectionism got me again #hope it pleases you though

[cocojosse]

A short story

The end sucks, but it’s something.

It’s 7076 words, English is not my first language.

As silly as it might sound, I honestly thought that what I heard when speaking to people was them speaking to me, even if they half of the time they didn't move their lips. I thought it was normal and didn't question it when I heard people say the answers to their own questions, or when I saw people on the street holding hands and laughing but said out in the open that they would rather be anywhere else. I often asked what people meant with what they said and for the most part only got weird looks in response. Instead of understanding that what I could hear wasn't normal and stopped talking about it, I instead spoke my mind and questioned almost everything I heard.

When receiving gifts, when I was younger, I used to always guess what I believed to exist in the package. Of course, I was always correct no matter how much they tried to hide the content. I would also always win in rock, paper, scissors when playing it in kindergarten. In the end everyone started to just give me money on Christmas or as birthday present. Everyone in kindergarten also stopped trying to be my friend as I always speaked my mind and unknowingly spred others secrets around. I realized quickly that something was wrong with me but was too busy self-pitying myself to figure out what.

My father worked a lot and would often not be home until late at night after leaving early in the morning. My mother on the other hand started staying at home as soon as I was born, you would think that a mother should have noticed its own child's strange behavior, but I learned quickly that she was blinded by the thought of having a perfect child and brushed every weird act away. I could hear what people really thought about me and would, without explanation, distain myself when knowing I wasn't wanted. I grew self-conscious of how I acted, dressed and spoke. Even though I grew weary of my speech I still asked about the things I heard. My dad noticed my strange behavior and distanced himself from the family even more and either worked harsher hours or passed free time at bars. Whenever I was lucky enough to see my father, he was in an argument with mom. Mostly about how stressed he was from work and often whined about the smallest things, like how the food he warms up after coming home always was either too bland or too salty. The biggest reason to why they argued though was because of my weird actions, he understood what it was I could do and didn't feel safe in his own home and therefore tried to explain this to mom.

Just a week or so before my seventh birthday he left for another woman, stated how mom has grown to dense for comfort and that I was a monster he never wanted, at the same time exclaiming the impossibility of me being his daughter. When leaving, mom broke down by the doorstep and closed herself in her room, for weeks living as a ball of depression in her room with meals being delivered to her door, she finally stepped out of her cave. And for the first time in a long time saw my face. It was like a string in mom snapped and she quickly started blaming me for dad's disappearance. She no longer wanted to see me as the perfect daughter and instead searched for flaws around me that she could comment on. While searching she found my strange ability, she grew outraged finding the one thing that father always tried to explain was there and the biggest reason for his departure.

She started giving me rules to follow to be allowed in her home. I was no longer considered family. For me to not be able to spread her secrets I was not allowed to talk, to be allowed to eat I had to make the food, I had to do everything in my power to make myself the house ghost. Every time she saw me, she sneered, gave me a row of dirty looks and thought the worst things she could think of about me, knowing that I would hear and take it to heart, I wasn't worth her words. I spend most of my time in our library, mother didn't bother putting me in a school so until I could attend one, I took care of my education on my own. When mother was home, I obeyed every big or small rule she had for me, didn't speak, never looked her in the eye and cooked the best food I could because of the many cook books I studied. I did after all still love her and wanted her to be happy even if the thought wasn't mutual. Mother quickly started working again and worked just as long hours as father did, I barely saw her. She must have started to enjoy her work more or just wanted to be even further away from me, either way she started going on business trips for weeks at a time. After all the reason behind mother's fortune and big house wasn't because of her and fathers divorce but because of her own efforts as a business woman.

On my ninth birthday mother contacted me while being on a vacation in Dubai and asked me rather harshly if I have been studying, and even if originally not told to I told her that I have been spending most of my free time in the house library and should be on the same level as others my age in most subjects. Mother told me with a lack of interest that she had enrolled me in the school closest to her home. She gave me strict instructions on what kind of equipment I was supposed to buy and told me that I was supposed to start in about two weeks when summer break was over. Even if she forgot about it, I like to think that was my birthday present and had hope of her maybe still having gentle and loving feelings towards me.

Everything went on as usual except that the ghost of the house danced around laughing and singing to express her joy. I had always wanted to meet new people and liked to think that I had learned my lesson from kindergarten. I had under two weeks straight daydreamed about countless scenery's, different conversations and the kind of people I would meet. I set up a countless set of rules for how I should act and speak. I picked out the perfect outfit and studied extra hard for a couple of days just so mother wouldn't think of me as a disappointment.

The high hopes I had for my new beginning quickly crumbled when what first greeted me was scared and angry looks, I didn't understand that those who went to the town's kindergarten could have gone to the same school as me. So, I didn't have time to make a name out of myself with the new me, because others already had. I was supposed to go there from third grade to sixth, I knew mother wouldn't care about my situation, so my only option was to suffer through three years of hair pulling, name calling, pushing, things being thrown at me as well as my things being destroyed and, in some cases, punching and kicking. I hadn't even once out loud said a thing I heard someone think, most of them had no proof of what a few others were saying, even teachers just believed what children said about me being able to read other minds.

When I went through the last day of sixth grade, I was welcomed home to mothers' servants and maids packing the hole house away and when looking out the window I saw three moving trucks. One of the maids came to me and explained that my room was already packed and that I could wait out in the one of the cars. She must have seen my questioning expression because she then quickly explained that me and mother were moving to Scottsdale, Arizona and explained that mother was already there. While in the car on my way to the airport I remember doing some research on the town we were moving to and started getting a little worried when I saw six cases of kidnaping in the area but quickly pushed the thought away. I thought that this time, in a new state, new city, miles from my first ever home, I could maybe have a new start where no one knew who I was.

I ended up spending all my free time for summer brake looking around town, getting to know my surroundings. I found the town library and passed a lot of my time studying the towns history, I have for a long time been interested in geographic history but once again grew worried when looked at one of the TVs in the library that showed another case of a missing child. Because mother usually isn't home, I have and is still being raised by our house maids and was delighted when knowing that our staff moved with us.

And here I am in Scottsdale, Arizona's very own Mountainside Middle School, in one of thier classrooms for seven graders. They started school a week ago and because there were so many knew students except me, I wasn't as big of a mystery and I have been able to stay out of everyone's way. This school is already a lot better compered to my first one, everyone is a lot nicer and of what I can tell, bullying is extremely rare here. I met almost all the teachers except my math teacher who apparently have been sick for most of summer break and still felt a little sick a week after and stayed home. I have made one friend though; her name is Emma and she is currently sleeping in her seat next to me using her arms as a pillow. I kind of understand her reason for falling asleep, our history teacher Mrs. Owen is trying to teach us about the golden age while most of the students are either talking with their seat mate, in hushed tones, or are almost sleeping. Lucky for all the student as well as the well ignored teacher this school has a bell to alert us of when class has ended and that bell just rang.

Everyone starts standing up making the chairs scrape against the floor as well as the volume quickly started to raise, this didn't wake Emma though. I poked her cheek a couple of times with her just turning her face from me while grumbling. I sigh, "Emma, wake up", she doesn't move. "Please Emma, wake up", I try once again while poking her cheek. No, go away. "Emma, I won't go away. Just please get up, people are starting to stare." She knows how I don't like attention and kindly enough turns her head gives me a small glare but, in the end, rises and takes her history book, note book and pen from the end of the table. Fine, she thinks while starting to turn to face me. She can be incredibly stubborn and hard headed, but she was the first and only one who talked to me on our first day just four days ago and our friendship just kind of bloomed from there. She's loud, I'm quiet, she hates school, I appreciate it. But she is kind, she usually doesn't show it, but she cares and doesn't judge easily. I don't know her that well, of course I want to get to know her, but I don't feel an extreme need to, she is my first friend in years and I just want to live in that dream for a while before I maybe open my mouth and destroy it all.

While walking out of the classroom we are met with a wall of students quickly walking to get to their locker to get home. While being in this big crowds I'm happy that I learned how to close out most thoughts, before it all crashed on to me and I couldn't help to hear everything on a 15 meter radius around me or anyone I made eye contact with, now I here just a few and of course also anyone I wish to hear the thought of. I use the ability now more mostly to get to know the real character of someone I never met before.

Finally finding an opening in the moving wall of students me and Emma quickly starts walking in the same direction as most others. "You busy this weekend?", she asked while walking. "No, I was just planning on studying for the most part, why". She made a funny face as soon as I mentioned studying. "Well, if you want to do something that's actually fun, I thought that we maybe could have a sleep over." She stops by her locker while I continues walking to mine which is just 7 lockers down. Thank god. Mr. Wilson is finally starting on Monday; this substitute is killing me. Who is Mr. Wilson? It's going to be so much easier when Mr. Wilson comes back. These are just random thoughts from random students but who is that? I don't think we have a teacher named Wilson.

I start putting everything in my bag with Emma looking over my shoulder. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. I can feel a headache coming along, I wonder why. She is still doing her little chant while having the decency to look completely unbothered by how slow I am while leaning on the locker next to mine. The halls are emptier now with only a few still by their locker while some are walking towards the exit. "No, I'm sorry but I can't this weekend, mother is holding a gathering slash party for the company she works for." I say while closing my locker and putting my bag on my shoulder. It's a black Armani shoulder bag, sure mother doesn't like me, but I'm still related by blood and can't, in her words, run around bringing shame to her name because of cheap clothes and products. "We could maybe be at my home; my family shouldn't be bothered by it." I would honestly really like to, I mean she is my first friend in a long time but one of mother's rules is for me to stay at home at all time when she is home. Not for my company but to keep an eye on me while at she is able to. "I'm sorry but mother doesn't like me being out of the house when she is home, I'm sure she will be away again next weekend and would love to have a sleep over then if that's alright?" She looks a little sad, her shoulders slumping and eyes darting to the floor but quickly goes back to being normal with a small smile tugging at her lips when hearing that I maybe could next weekend.

We started walking towards the exit, in a calmer fashion now when we aren't being pushed forward by a wall of bodies. I can't keep my smile from blooming on my face while looking towards the door but at the same time hearing her thoughts. She seems to be delighted thinking of how she wishes for Monday to come quicker. That reminds me. "Emma." She looks towards me. "You have been at this school since fifth grade, right." She turns her head more towards me and nods slowly. "Yeah, why?" I keep walking with my face facing forward while looking to and from her face moving only my eyes. "It's nothing really. I just heard some people talking about somebody called Mr. Wilson. I haven't heard the name here before so I'm just wondering if you know who it is." My eyes stay on her face when she turns her head towards the exit with a sour expression on her face. Ugh, I forgot that guy existed. Okay, someone has a grudge. "You know how we have had a substitute for a week in math? Mr. Wilson, full name: Oliver Wilson, is the actual math teacher." She answers quickly and snappily, seeming not wanting to talk about him. It's okay, I got the hint Ill drop it. Awkward silence quickly fallows. And I regret dropping it.

We continue through the school exit down the small stairs to the place where we are supposed to part ways, me going right towards the school bus stop that's just barely seven meters from where I am standing, and Emma going left towards her apartment that's just 10 minutes from here. I start turning my back towards her and begins to walk away. I make it about three steps before a hand takes my left arm turning me ninety degrease left. She sighs running her left hand through her hair with her right one still holding my arm. "I'm sorry. It's not that I'm mad at you or anything I just really don't like the guy. "He is extremely annoying with a way to care free attitude. And his smile is super creepy." As she thinks the last thing, she shudders with an expression making her look partially scared, partially disgusted. "Hey. It's okay, you don't need to apologies." I quickly say back while putting a comforting hand on her left shoulder. I noticed this a while ago, Emma gets emotional very easily so it's easy to accidently hurt her feelings if you don't know her well. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." She raises her head and gives me a grateful smile. Thank you.

When looking around I see my bus about 15 seconds from the bus stop and quickly turn my head toward Emma. "I'm sorry but I really need to go, my bus is coming." I turn around and for the second time today I start walking with the bus stop as my goal only to stop half way and turn around to face Emma to see her already walking in the towards her home. "Emma!" I scream and see her turning around. "I'll see you on Monday, we can start planning our weekend sleep over then." She lights up as a big smile glues to her face and at the same time she nods her head franticly. Okay! A voice happily screams in my head. I hear the bus stopping behind and I turn around quickly and run to the entrance, blip my card and take a seat I the middle of the bus on the right side. Not many people take the bus on Fridays: the reason for all the empty seats.

I don't have to wait to long for the bus to stop right outside mothers' home. I see her black Lamborghini in the spacious drive way while hopping out of the bus. While walking on the stone path leading towards the door, I make sure to be looking down to not accidentally looking her in the eyes for when I see her and check my posture to make sure I'm walking with a straight back, she hates when I don't. I open the door and as usual, its open. The maids know my schedule and unlock the door when my last class ends so it's open when I get home. I walk in, closing the door behind me, locking it as well. I see a couple of boxes on the right side of me, stocked neatly by the wall part of the TV room's wall with the rest being glass so you can look out to the garden. The boxes are all closed using a tape where it said Arizona Nights, I guess its stuff for mothers gathering/party tomorrow. I found out about it under summer break. One of the maids told me that as soon as mother comes home, she was going to hold something party-ish to celebrate the move and that when she was on her business trip, she landed an important deal with a company from Sydney, Australia. I know from the way she said it that I was, as usual, to stay in my room. So, I'm doing exactly that. After all I didn't lie to Emma when I said that I was going to study.

My room was on the second floor that you reached by going up the stairs that were on the far-left side of the house, in the living room. Before going there though I took of my shoes and put them on the floor to the right of me by the hallway wall. Mother and everyone who works here doesn't usually take of their shoes, but I like walking in just my socks. I think its cozy. I turn my body to the stairs and swiftly made my way over there then quietly made my way up and turned right and went in to the first door on the left. When I was younger, like very young, I made a name sign to hang on my door. At the time mother still acted like a mom should so we made it together in our former kitchen. You can really see how its homemade, with a cotton candy blue background and messily written Molly with baby pink glitter. I quietly close the door while facing my room and walked to my desk that's positioned forward in the right corner of my square room. While sitting on my chair in front for my desk I put my shoulder bag in my lap and took out my math homework for next week, as well as all the necessities to finish it.

That's how I used my weekend, finishing the math, science as well as the English homework, the biggest problem probably being keeping my concentration on just that, mothers party started on Saturday afternoon and kept on going with countless different attractions on the schedule, so it ended very early morning on Sunday. Waking up Monday morning wasn't that fun either, I slept only three hours the night before, the smell of alcohol still slightly lingering in the air making it only worse. School starts at eight AM every day so, just as today, I always put a timer to wake up twenty minutes over seven. I get out of bed slowly making my way to my closet, putting on a pair of black high-waisted skinny jeans and a baby blue off-shoulder blouse, keeping my hair straight after brushing it. Taking my school bag with me, I walk out my room and down the stairs quickly noticing my especially quiet surroundings, it being explained to me when I can't see my mother's car through the living room windows. I put on the TV listening to Arizona's NEWS as background noise while making breakfast in the kitchen on opposite side of the house but with no walls closing of the connecting area. "Another child kidnapping took place somewhere between six PM and nine PM yesterday evening in the middle of Scottsdale saying to have connections with the other 7 kidnappings in the area. The thirteen-year-old Emma Rodrigues had a goal of going to the closest food store to her home and then quickly coming home again. The trip should only have taken 20 minutes, but she never got home and have been informally declared missing." The news anchor continued with talking about other events while I stood in front of the TV with a half-eaten sandwich in my right hand staring wide eyed at the screen, processing the former information. Emma, is gone? I mean, I have read about kidnappings accruing in the area all through the year but didn't believe it would be this close.

In my daze I see the bus stop by my house, I will have to think about this when I'm not in shock, I can't think like this. I quickly run to our hallway to put on my shoes, hang my school bag over my shoulder and take my jacket with me just in case. Opening the door, I just run seeing the line of kids shrinking, not thinking of locking the door hoping the maids notice and lock it in my stead. Luckily the bus driver sees me and waits for my arrival, I get on, bleep my card and find an empty seat in the back-right corner. If I would have just had that stupid sleep over with her at her house, then she wouldn't have gone there alone and might have had a better chance fighting back whoever that kidnaping freak is. I feel my hands clenching in my lap and my teeth roughly rub against each other. How could her parents let her out that late on her own? Haven't they heard about the kidnappings in the area? My first friend in years gone after just one week of knowing her. No, I will find her, and we are having that dumb sleep over this weekend.

Should I tell her, or just poke her? I mean the bus have stopped, haven't she noticed? Huh? I look up to see a guy from my class sitting in a chair tree places from me looking nervously in my direction but quickly looks down when seeing that I cough him. No one else is in the bus except some walking out of it, the boy from before now also trying to accomplish the same thing. I stand up and walk to the bus exit my body now on auto pilot while putting my full attention on planning. If she disappeared while going to, or from, the shop then that is the most obvious place to start searching: I don't have any other leads. The police still haven't caught the kidnapper after so long so I can't count on them that much. I have been getting an allowance for some years and have barely used any of it so I should have more than enough for a private detective if its needed. I notice my body stopping in front of my locker and decide to leave the subject occupying my mind to after school pulling out my math book as well as my note book with some pens. That's right. The actual math teacher is supposed to start today. Until proven different my opinion of him will remain the same as Emma's.

When walking in to the classroom I see most of the students sitting like normal but seem way to happy about having math first thing in the morning on a Monday, I guess Mr. Wilson is more popular with the students than I thought. I take the seat furthest in the back on the right side, by the windows. A man, maybe twenty-five years old, walk in six minutes later, a big smile on his face. "Hello kids!" he greets us while putting down the papers he had with him. "Goodmorning!" Some of the kid's greet back while some of the new ones in the class look as confused as I would have been if I didn't know who it was. He does a quick look through on the sitting students, his left eye twitches slightly but I don't think anyone else noticed it. "I see a lot of new students. And I guess by the looks some are given me; an introduction is in order." He pauses, turning to the board with a chalk, writing as he speaks. "My name is Oliver Wilson, you can call me Oliver or Mr. Wilson, it's up to you. I'm 27 years old," eh I was close enough, "and have been teaching math in this school for almost seven months now. I hope I can meet your expectations." For the last part he does a little bow. He raises and then asks if there were any questions for him. One in the middle of the class raises their hand, Oliver quickly points at her as a sign to speak. "I heard you have been sick for a while, are you feeling better?" He chuckles looking down at his shoes but looks up again grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Yes, thank you Melisa. I'm feeling much better." Yet again no one seems to notice the scary glint in his eye or how he is smiling like a psychopath. Another girl raises her hand, takes it down again and without permission asks her question. "Well, what did you do while sick. It was like, hole summer break, right?" Okay, already hate her. What's worse, she was blowing bubble gum while speaking, could she be any more cliché? Ugh no, girl I don't know the name of, I sorry mentally, you know how it is, stress isn't fun so sorry for being mean to you mentally. "Yes, you are right, I was sick for almost two months. And for what I did, I just took care of some bugs." 13-year-old bugs with a pair of arms and legs that is. He chuckles a little for himself. Paus, what did you just say, I mean think? You are officially number one on my list of subjects, containing just you. It seems that I might not need to search the area from ger apartment to the food-store. This ability of mine is making it a lot easier than it would have been originally. "Okay, enough questions, let's start shall we." He picks up the stack of papers that he had with him. "I hope you have been listening to the substitute last week because we are having a pop quiz on the content, she was instructed to teach you." Even if this is a misunderstanding, I would rather follow him after school and be wrong than letting it go and later finding out to be right. Everyone in the classroom is showing their displeasure by loudly groaning, some throwing their heads back with a sigh and some roughly putting their head on their table side looking like they are giving up on life. Now he's standing in front of the class looking at all of us like we are his cherished friends. Emma was right, he is creepy.

Under the school day I planned how I would follow him, how far behind him I would be and what I would do if he drove home. I'm extremely happy right now that I took my jacket with me, its black which means I can wear it over my blue shirt so that I can bland it better. I did some research on him as well, he's not famous but there is always at least a little of information on everyone. He is quite normal except for the thing that he moves every year. Not just cities but states, he moves miles every year, but I can't find a non-written or a written explanation. That's about how weird it gets with him, I might be completely wrong about him but for the moment he is my only lead on Emma's disappearance. I know that the teachers' shifts on Monday's end at five PM so after my last class, I wait in one of the school's bathrooms. While waiting I just read on my phone, I don't want anyone hearing I'm here so the quietest form of entertainment for me was reading, changing every so often to looking through Instagram. When I see the clock on my phone turning 5.15 PM I slowly and quietly walk out the girl's bathroom and make my way to the teachers' lounge. The hallways are deafeningly silent, a feeling of an empty airhorn going of next to my ears is as clear as day. Their door has a window I can look through, into the big room with chairs and messy tables and one very prominent desk light outlining the back of one Oliver Wilson. Now, why haven't you left yet? Finally, I think everyone is gone now. He sighs. This was easier under summer break when it was empty all the time. He turns his desk light of fixing his papers putting it on the corner of his table together with other papers. He stands up and I swiftly turn around hiding in the boy's bathroom hallway peeking from the corner. He walks out the door, closing it behind him and locking it. But instead of going to the exit he goes in opposite direction. Okay, maybe there is a backward exit only teachers use. Not before he gets to the end of the corridor and turn right, I get out of my hiding spot and follow his footsteps hearing them echoing in the dark empty space. It feels like I'm in a horror movie and have taken the character of that one dumb kid that follow the scary sounds. I shake my head disappointed in myself.

I stop by the corner where he turned right and look towards his direction hearing and seeing him slowly without a care in the world walking down the hall while fiddling with a key in his left hand. In that pathway there is no exits, none that I know of anyway. This is just getting creepier and creepier, if he isn't the kidnapper after this, I will honestly be surprised. But then again how would no one know where the kids were if he hid them in a school. He stops in front of a room labelled girls bathroom. Now when I think about, that one has been out of use since a year back, Emma told me. Maybe today she will finally brake tell me what I want to know. While thinking this he unlocks the door and steps inside, fortunately I can't hear him locking it after closing. I run to the bathroom door and put my ear to it, his footsteps are growing quieter every second. Just how big is this bathroom? When I can't hear him anymore, I slowly open the door seeing something not so bathroom like. The actual tiles used in most bathrooms on the floor cover only about half of the ground with the rest being a stair case down and then a path continuing to the right. This is getting ridicules, when was this build and who in their right minds go to these lengths for, well, anything. Should I maybe just call the police and then leave? But what if she really is down there, and I heard what he thought before, I can't just leave her with something like that. I pick up my phone from my right jacket pocket and call 911, I will need backup to help if I go down there and it doesn't work out in my favor. "Nine one one, what's your emergency?" A manly voice asks. "Hello, my name is Molly Anderson. I'm right now in Mountainside Middle school and I think I have found the kidnapped children as well as the kidnapper." I answer quickly and in a hushed tone, even though I closed the door I don't want to risk it. "How old are you?" The man asks in an angry tone. "13, but I can't see how this has anything to do with the task at hand!" I answer back in the same tone, what the hell is he doing. "Mis I have had enough of you and your friends prank calling over this matter, it's incredibly insensitive. "I clench my teeth together. Right now, my patience isn't that high, and he is making me use all of it. "I know its insensitive since one of the kidnapped kids is my friend," I spit out, "and I understand if there have been people prank calling about this subject. But right now, I don't have time for your nagging and/or complaining, I just thought that the police would like to know that if you go straight ahead, left and then open the broken girl's bathroom there is a Goddam basement that's not on the maps and I just saw a very suspicious teacher called Oliver Wilson walk down there opening the door with his own key talking to himself how he hopes a "she" will finally brake and tell him what he wants to know. I'm about to go down that basement because obviously you aren't going to help. So have a good day knowing my, maybe, future blood is on your hands." I growl out before hanging up putting my phone in my jacket pocket after turning it on silent. I take a deep breath calming myself down, I can't make any small mistakes just because I'm angry. I open the door again, complete silence greeting me. With a shaky breath I start going down the stairs looking to the pathway on my right to be met with a faint light at the end of the long tunnel.

I heard soft murmurs coming from the other end that grew louder with each passing step. Softly placing my right hand on the right wall while walking forward, its pitch black so I can barely see what's in front of me. The only sorce of light coming from behind me in the bathroom, and far ahead of me. Coming closer to the end of the tunnel but still out of sight if anyone were to look in, I see a white sterile room shaped like a rectangle with one of the shorter ends being towards me. My eyes quickly catch three sitting forms in a small cage furthest away from me, at the end of the room. They all are sitting with their knees to their chins and their arms around themselves, seeming to shiver, two more so than the other. Something is dropped on the floor creating an echo in the room traveling in the tunnel. I try making myself even smaller while my gaze quickly falls on Oliver who is now crutching down to pick up the needle that fell. Behind him I see a metallic table with papers, more needles and small bottles with liquid in them. He takes three needles from his collection and fill all of them with the liquid from one of the smaller bottles that seems to have been used a lot. I have to say, Boomslang venom really is effective. It's good that I learned how much to give. He chuckles lowly. In the beginning I kept trying with the wrong amount, so they grew crazy a lot quicker than intended. It was fun to watch though. He smiles like in school again, like a psychopath.

When he turns his back to me, walking towards the cage with the three bodies, I quickly look around to find a big bookshelf to the left off me. Its barely thirty centimeters place inbetweener the bookshelf and the wall, I try my luck while his back is facing me and run to quietly hide in said space. "Let's see if-

"Order 37! One medium vanilla latte with a slice of carrot cake!" Amelia looks up from the book hearing the barista yell out her order. She quickly puts the bookmark in the book while putting it on the table, stands up and swiftly walks to the place you order/take your order. Amelia got a little frustrated now when the barista interrupted her reading, she knew it would happen eventually since she ordered but it was still frustrating. Amelia took her order from the barista that she now could see was named "Julia" from her name tag. Julia smiles at Amelia while wishing her a good evening. "Thank you, you to", Amelia response. She, more calmly now, walks to her seat seeing her jacket hanging from the chair she sat on, her school bag sitting on the table in front of her chair while leaning to the right on the window to the right of her tablet. The whole right side of the cafés wall being one big window. The seat Amelia's stuff is on has been her favorite seat for a year and a half now since she started coming here. If you look at it from entering door, it's the seat in the furthest left corner with the place you order just five meters to the right of it. Amelia softly puts the plate with the carrot cake as well as the cup of steaming coffee down on the table next to hers, since they are connected, and she needs to rearrange stuff on her table to be able and fit it all. Since her bag is taking up the most space, Amelia takes it and puts it on the chair next to hers. She sits down and puts the plate and cup in front of her, next to her book.

Amelia started reading this book just ten minutes or so ago, right after she ordered and sat down. It got recommended to her by one of the librarians who told her a summary of it. This girl Molly goes through this experience with her kidnapped friend and in the end managed to save just the two other kids, but not Emma. The police show up in the end and helps her, after all that she gets a new view of the police. She believes them to not being good enough for their jobs. Through the book then, the librarian explained, you follow Molly growing up and becoming a detective, and since she can read minds, she becomes one of the best. She moves state to state to different police headquarters who asks for her help, specializing in kidnappings. Amelia likes pretty much any genre when it comes to books but absolutely fell in love with the summery the librarian told her and just had to borrow it. She can't wait to read about Molly when she is grown up. Amelia picks up the book and opens it where she put the book mark, taking it out and putting it on the last page in the book. Finding the sentence where she had to stop, Amelia continues reading "The Clairvoyant".

[brinytrolls]

Hey! I was wondering if maybe you could throw me a post of all your trolls and a lil blurb abt them? I'm a wee bit new to your blog and friggin love your trolls already but I don't know they're names v well or too much abt them.

OOOO ok sure anon!! im trying to work on a new select page with lots of new info on each troll…but due to university its taking me. a long ass time bc i got No Free Tiiiime 

anyway! ill go hemospectrum order, starting with lowest….and hopefully help u learn a little bit about em! ;v; [u can click their names to go to their character pages ;0 tags also included in case u wannna look em up on my blog!! i also have 2 dancestors so throw an ask if u wanna see them too] 

veleno caudae [#vcaudae]

🐍 severely underloved and underrapreciated-she’s a tough vintage city lesbian with a penchant for illegal things and pushing her luck. she works part time as a lounge singer and cabaret dancer, but thats not where her money comes from.

🎲 she likes to gamble against highbloods in risky games of chance, and often cheats or rigs the game. she doesn’t care, she needs the money more than they do. she’s probably one of the city’s richest lowbloods-but no one knows that.

🐍 she’s pretty coldhearted and untrusting of people-being by herself has gotten her this far, and she’s not about to change her system now. 

rest under the cut or this is gonna get LONG

florem viridi [#fviridi]

🐝 sweet lil jade gal just trying to breeze through life. [or..afterlife? it’s difficult to quantify when you’re a rainbow drinker.] life has kicked her down hard in the past, and she’s trying her best not to let it rule her in the present day, despite her anxieties about it.

🌱 she loves nature and all things that come with it-both the beautiful and the morbid. gardening is her main hobby, but it sits alongside hiking, outdoorsy sports, camping and tea making. not to mention a little dissection, taxidermy and carnivorous plant care to shake up her quads more than a little!

🐝 she’s the ultimate grandma friend–trying to feed up all of her friends and quads and help their lifestyle, but she’s not afraid to stand up for herself or tell you if you’re being ridiculous. she’s no pushover, and has a stubborn temper. she’s three ounces of whoop ass

sarkan sarky nerdal [#snerdal]

🐉 my blogs resident dumbass meme man & grubtuber. despite knowing how to build robots and being a pro at maths and science, he prefers to use his tech knowledge to run a pretty well known grubtube channel. he spends way too much time on the internet as a result. 

🎮 has no sense of self preservation whatsoever, doing dumb stunts he passes off as “parkour”, never sleeping [being a shifter doesn’t help], and generally leading a stupidly unhealthy lifestyle. he consumes enough caffeine in one day to fuel a small family, which doesn’t help with his paranoia and jitters about the empire. 

🐉 generally, he’s a pretty sweet dude, although he never knows when to stop joking or tone down the sarcasm. he’s trying his best.

harrel hierax [#harrel]

📰 stuck up birdboy. he works for the mafia, but not out of his own will, forced into it during his studies as a forensics student. he cleans up crime scenes for a price, and is one of the best in the business to cover up your tracks and stop you being chased down by the police. he’s incredibly professional and businesslike to his clients. 

🎷 behind closed doors and away from…illegal business…he’s a total recluse. a huge hypchondriac and germaphobe, he tries to avoid the outside world-and the people in it-in order to try and gain some control of his life. he compulsively and obsessively cleans and reorganises his apartments, hoping it’ll help his anxieties some. it doesn’t.

📰 in the rare alone moments he manages to chill, he really enjoys music, especially jazz. singing, piano and saxophone is a secret passion of his, not that he gets enough calm moments to practise anymore.

faldur gemela [#fgemela]

🐠 a BASTARD MAN. a violet-fuchsia cusp who thinks he’s the hottest shit around, and could not be more wrong if he tried. awful temper, sour disposition, and generally unfriendly attitude make him possibly the worst person to be around this side of the planet. alternia’s portrayal of seadwellers has him believing he’s above the others and deserves everything he wants, and he gets it.

👑 getting everything handed to him on a silver platter has made him jaded and bored-he’s reckless and impulsive with little empathy, turning to other trolls for entertainment ( 😉 ), as well as alcohol, bars, and the occasional murder. spoiled rich kid levels of boredom leads you to extreme things. 

🐠 his quads are trying to make him better, though-trying to make him focus on his less destructive hobbies like reading, writing, book restoration, astronomy and his 15 cats. it’s...a difficult process. 

ans thats everyone!! feel free to ask more stuff abt anyone ur interested in! im aLWAYS open to it!!

#Anonymous #ask #fredmusings #fantroll #THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE #SLAP THAT READ MORE BUTTON AND TAKE A LOOK AT EM ALL #hope this helps tho anon!!!!!

[thewayofthetrashcompactor]

I don't know if you're still doing this, but 4 please :)

Thank you very much anon, I am still doing this!

Send me a number and I’ll write a short Reylo au fic (requests still open! 8, 28, and 40 answered) 

4. teacher/single parent au

Words: 927Rating: K

Ben looked up at the knock at the door frame. A young brunette woman stood hesitantly just outside of the classroom, one hand gripping a battered canvas shoulder bag. He glanced down at his schedule.

“Ms...Veight?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Niima.”

He looked back at his schedule. “I’m sorry, I’m supposed to be meeting with Beebee’s-”

“I know.” She sat in the chair in front of his desk.

“Er - Are you their...sister?”

“No.”

“Um…” He shifted the papers on his desk. “I really can only speak to a parent or guardian about a student-”

“Guardian. I adopted them from foster care.”

“Oh.” Now that she had spoken more than a couple words together, he could hear her accent, and he wondered how she had ended up here. He looked at her again. She had to be nearly ten years younger than him. “You must have been very young-” he blurted out before he could stop himself. This was what he got for spending all of his time with children.

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She shrugged. “We were in the same house. I couldn’t leave them there. “ She glanced away. “The legal situation is...complicated, but I promise, I’m the one responsible for them.” She met his eyes firmly. “I need to get back home as soon as possible, can we start?”

He hesitated. “Okay.” He reached across the desk to shake her hand; she paused, then returned the gesture. He could feel rough calluses covering her palm and fingers, and when he glanced down, he saw black outlining her fingernails. “I’m Mr. Solo, you can call me Ben.”

She nodded. “Rey.” They both sat.

He shuffled through his papers again, looking for Beebee’s notes. “So, what do you do, Rey?” he asked as he searched. There it was, had somehow ended up behind Caitlyn’s.

“Why?” she asked sharply.

He froze in the middle of pulling Beebee’s report card from the pile and looked up quickly. She was tense, looking at him suspiciously. “Just curious, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend-”

She relaxed minutely. “No, it’s fine. I’m a mechanic. It’s skilled labor, I make enough to support both of us.”

He nodded, suddenly understanding her defensiveness. Beebee was far from his only student who showed up in second and third hand clothes. “I’m sure you do. My father worked as a mechanic.”

She half smiled. “Really? What kind of cars?”

“Old junkers, mostly. Never found a heap of parts he didn’t like.” He grimaced. “I was never any good at it, but he’s got a ‘67 Falcon that he still keeps running with spit and duct tape.”

She laughed. “That’s incredible! I don’t think I’ve ever seen one of those actually working.”

He snorted. “‘Working’ is a strong word for what the Falcon does.” She laughed again, and he smiled, then cleared his throat. “We should probably get started; you have to get back, and I have other parents later.” She nodded, and he glanced down. “Beebee’s very bright, as I’m sure you know. Does well in class, energetic, loves to participate. They’re a pleasure to have, and they get along very well with the other students.” She smiled happily, and he stuttered. “Um... Well, since students are preparing to go to middle school next year, we’re getting them ready for the classes there. Beebee is near the top of the group in math, they have incredible talent there.”

She grinned. “I’ll be sure to tell them that.”

He nodded. “So, no worries in math.” He flipped through the pages. “Science is very good as well, they really seem to enjoy it. Social studies is good.” He sighed as he looked at the bottom of the sheet. He’d known this was coming. “However, I am very worried about them in English. They are struggling to meet the grade requirements right now; they’re not quite there, and I don’t want this to hold them back.”

Her hands tightened on her bag. “What do you suggest?”

“The school has resources, but they are somewhat...overburdened.” And wasn’t that the understatement of the decade. “I could also recommend some books, or a tutor.”

She looked down at her worn bag and he winced in sympathy. He’d known even as he’d spoken that none of those were really options in her situation. “I could also work with them after school,” he added instinctively.

She looked up. “For how much?”

He shook his head. “No, just as a teacher.”

She hesitated, then sighed. “Thank you, but they need to take the bus. We live on the edge of the district, and I can’t pick them up.”

He nodded, thoughts racing. “If it would be okay with you,” he said hesitantly, “I could come to your house and work with them there.”

She looked at him sharply. “Are you allowed to do that?”

He nodded. “There are other teachers who work as tutors, usually outside the district. I don’t - this is just me volunteering though, you don’t have to pay, or if you’re uncomfortable-”

She bit her lip, thinking, then nodded. “Thank you. We would really appreciate that.”

He smiled. “It’s my pleasure.” He stood up, and she followed. They shook hands again, then he leaned over and scribbled on a scrap of paper and handed it to her. “Here’s my email. Let me know when works for you; I’m free most evenings.”

She took it, smiling. “Thanks.” Hefting her bag back onto her shoulder, she pushed back the chair and left. He watched her leave until she disappeared around the door.

#reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo fanfic #rey x kylo ren #kylo x rey #anon #answered #my fic #Anonymous

[anthrat]

The Akatsuki members as high-school students

Has this been done before? Probably! Do I care? No, because these are my terrible headcanons and nobody can take them from me.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long time, probably since early February. I’ve been lacking motivation to do anything at all for months and lo and behold, I find this basically finished piece bar one character. I really, really want to start writing again but I’m struggling to think of ideas, so if you have any requests for future headcanons/one shots/etc feel free to slide me a message or something :)

He's definitely the generic super intelligent kid who gets straight A's in pretty much every subject. All of his notes are really well organised, he keeps bullet journals and everything is colour coded - mans notes are literal art. His handwriting is definitely beautiful, we're talking professional calligrapher here.

All of his equipment is immaculate, he cries if one of his books gets a crease or something on it somehow. If you accidentally nudge him or ruin his notes he will silently hold a grudge against you forever - he probably won't act on his grudge though, he just wants to blend in and he dislikes conflict in general.

Despite being fully aware of his intelligence he hardly ever speaks up in classes. He only really speaks when spoken to and so is renown as the token quiet kid. I also envision him as being super pretentious, although he doesn't show it he definitely thinks he's better than everyone else.

His favourite subject would be English because he enjoys analysing anything and everything. If you're friends with him he will make comments on how random pieces of media etc. are a representation of -insert important world issue or theory.- He'd also like art despite it being the only subject he's not very good at. All his art is abstract, he will draw a pink square and claim it represents a patriarchal society.

Doesn't have many friends because he isn't very talkative, spends most of his time at school alone doing schoolwork. Sees school purely as an educational setting and so doesn't see the point in making an attempt to be social.

All of his school equipment looks like it's been mauled by 300 dogs because its all second/third/fourth+ hand. Man would never pay full price for a textbook. He definitely steals all the faculty equipment too. You could fill an entire room with the amount of stationary this man has but he will NEVER lend it to anyone else. If he does lend you something it's because its either A) broken B) barely functional (so like pens which can write 2 letters before running out) or C) you're giving him something better in return/paying for it (even then he'll probably take whatever he lent you back without you realising)

He also definitely runs mini-shops in school where he'll sell stolen equipment and things like sweets/chewing gum/trendy items (he made bank when fidget spinners were a thing) for like triple what they're actually worth.

His favourite subject is definitely history (He's a crusty dusty old man so of course) but he will never admit this. He takes business and economics but hates them, he's already done all of his own research into the subjects and is only doing them to get the qualification. Definitely complains about how he already knows it all already and it's a waste of time for him to learn it again. His only conversation topic is him talking about how he's going to set up his own business as soon as he leaves school.

Is very intelligent but only gets average grades in most subjects because he refuses to try if he dislikes the subject or sees it as a waste of time.

Watched DeathNote once and now thinks he's an actual real life version of Light Yagame. Carries around his own DeathNote and threatens to write people's name in it.

Convinced that he's been bestowed with supernatural powers, whenever he speaks he does lots of flashy hand gestures, - think generic cool-dude protagonist poses - these change depending on what piece of media he's currently obsessed with. His personality also changes alongside the poses.

Basically what I'm trying to say is he's the over-saturated 'weird anime kid' with a touch of superiority complex. Although, he's super confident and has absolutely 0 shame in this fact.

Bless his little heart, he loves writing but is the definition of 'uses complicated words without knowing what they mean'. He's still decently smart though. His grades would probably be pretty average because he struggles to apply himself properly. His favourite subject would definitely be something like sociology where he can freely express his profound ideas, even if some of them are completely god awful. He'd also enjoy any subject which gives him creative freedom such as art or English.

Cannot see this lad as anything but a jock. He loves sports, lives and breathes them. He's probably a member of practically every single sports team and is surviving on the basis he has a sports scholarship of some kind.

Despite him being a jock he'd be the most approachable out of all the Akatsuki members. He's the kind of guy who no matter who you are he'd always be happy to crack jokes and talk with you. He definitely brings in way too much food, he's that dude who brings a whole mini banquet to school every day for no discernible reason. He's always happy to share though, he's definitely the kind of guy who if he saw someone sat by themselves at lunch he'd sit with them and offer them food.

His grades would be a little on the lower side because most of his free time is taken up with all his sports, however, he'd still work hard at his academics regardless. If anything this man is probably the most dedicated, he would hate the fact that he's falling behind all his classmates but at the same time would rather die than give up any of his extracurricular activities.

He'd be fairly popular because of his naturally easygoing and humorous nature, but people would rarely ever invite him to events as they'd just assume he was busy.

Konan is an absolute babe, the kindest and most caring person in the whole school. Forgotten your lunch? She'll buy you some or give you her own. Didn't do your homework? Bitch will give you hers to copy, if it's an essay or something she'll sit with you and help you write it. Looking a little upset? Konan's right there to try and cheer you up even if you aren't friends.

Despite how wonderful and 100/10 a person she is she probably won't have many close friends. She'll get used a lot by others who take advantage of her good nature. She's smart enough to know what they're doing but she doesn't care, she's happy to be of help to anyone even if they don't appreciate it.

She's a bit of a teachers pet though, she's on super good terms with every teacher in the school even if she doesn't take the subjects they teach. Most of her breaks/lunches would be taken up by her helping with display boards or whatever.

Her favourite subject would be geography, she'd really enjoy learning about different cultures and societies. I can see her just really enjoying learning about how rivers are formed and stuff like that as well. Her least favourite would be something like math which is only fact based, she enjoys being able to look at things from different perspectives.

Also bitch would bake all the time, literally every lesson she'd whip out a box of cakes/cookies/anything else she'd baked the night before to share with the whole class.

Carries knives around with him because he thinks they make him look cool. He can and will whip one out at any given opportunity so he can flex a knife trick on you. His knife tricks suck though, he always drops them or cuts himself, if you try and walk away he'll beg you to stay claiming that fortieth time's the charm or something.

He never shows up to lessons, he doesn't even know what one is. If you ever ask him what subjects he takes he'll look at you blankly and ask what you mean. If he ever is in a lesson it's because he was dragged there by a member of staff. Honestly, the few lessons he's actually present for are so chaotic teachers find themselves praying he doesn't show up. Being as he never willingly shows up he'll never know what subject it is, and he'll ask insanely bizarre questions un-ironically because he gives no fucks and has no idea what is happening. For example, you'll be learning about arteries in biology and he'll ask something like "What ingredients do we need?" because he'll have confused arteries with artichoke and think he's in a home economics lesson.

Despite being the weird knife kid he's pretty popular, he's so completely brain dead and unaware of his surroundings that its impossible not to get along with him. He doesn't have the critical thought to bully anyone and so even if he tries to be horrible it always comes off as though he's just trying to be funny.

Oh dear oh lord what can I say about Zetsu? Zetsu is an absolute shit show of a student. Black Zetsu I can see as being very academic focussed, with their favourite subjects being religion, politics and some form of economics. I imagine they’d be very active within school politics/religious scenes, probably the head of some sort of group for both.

Black Zetsu would also be interested in applying for positions such as Head of Year, Class Representative and anything similar. They’re a big control freak and as a result have basically 0 friends. People would find them overbearing and awful to be around. They’re the incredibly opinionated kid who dismisses anything which they don’t personally agree with.

White Zetsu on the over hand, hoo boy. Class clown obviously. The living bane of Black Zetsu. If Black Zetsu wants class representative then you know people will vote for white Zetsu instead because he’s infinitely more popular. He’s incredibly weird but in such an innocent and goofy way they’d have a large group of friends. They wouldn’t be popular per say, but they’d be friends with practically everyone.

Their favourite subject would probably be biology because sex jokes, but I also think they’d enjoy English because uhh… Sex jokes. I just can’t see White Zetsu taking school even slightly seriously.

He basically lives in the art department. If you walk near him he will tag along and start talking to you about art, it doesn’t matter who you are you will be forced to listen to his speech.

Incredibly confident and has no issue starting a conversation with anyone. He's definitely the type of person who every time you see him he'd be with a completely different group of people, whether they want him there or not.

Despite his weird constant art rants he'd be the life and soul of the party. He's always fun to be around purely because of how much energy he has. He'd be the kid who makes everyone laugh completely on accident, although people would probably be laughing more at him than with him.

He'd probably get invited to lots of places by other kids just so he could be the butt of every joke. He wouldn't mind though, he'd brush it off and probably enjoy the attention he gets from it.

Most of his friends would end up being people who know nothing about art though, all the students who participated in any artistic subjects would stay far away in fear of him starting another argument about art.

If the art class ever does clay his has to be put in the kiln separately because it always blows up. He also has a habit of 'accidentally' damaging other people's art if he dislikes it. Eventually he would mellow out and start appreciating other forms.

Nobody knows who he is, people will have sat next to him for years and won't even know his name. The amount of times his name is called in the register and people will pipe up with "who's that?" or "didn't he move to another school?" is genuinely concerning. He doesn't care though, he'd rather go through school completely unnoticed.

Excels at all subjects (besides sports, he's never showed up to a PE lesson because of 'health reasons') despite putting very little effort into academics. His favourite subjects would be biology and math. He'd absolutely hate art as a subject, preferring to do art in his free time rather than make it into a chore at school. He'd have been put in Deidara's class at least once and it would have completely ruined all enjoyment of art as a subject for him. He'd also hate any subjects which prompt discussion such as English or sociology, he doesn't have any opinions on them and he doesn't care to listen to anyone else's.

Honestly, dude is the definition of a background character at school. He just simply does not exist, and I have mad respect for him. On the off chance anyone even tried to speak to him he'd probably completely ignore them, the only communication he has at school is through emails with teachers. He has 0 interest in making friends when they have nothing in common with him.

Another character sort of hard to pinpoint. He’d probably be somewhat similar to White Zetsu, but not quite as popular. He’d be a right teachers pet, with few friends his own age. He’d probably spend spend all his breaks and lunches with teachers in their classrooms, offering to help them with display boards etc.

Despite being a teachers pet he wouldn’t be academic whatsoever. He’d always try his best but bless him, he’s terrible at every subject and ends up constantly making a fool of himself. He’s definitely the sort to raise his hand to make a really great point, but his really great point is basically repeating the lesson objective. When studying of mice of men he definitely asked “what’s the name of Curly’s wife’s husband?”

His favourite subject, regardless of his ineptitude would be drama. He’d always be the most melodramatic and over the top in every character he played, not really caring what other people thought of him. In fact, that’s probably his best feature. Despite his lack of popularity he’d always unapologetically be himself, his goofy and over the top self.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

If we’re thinking more about Obito, I’d like to imagine for the sake of this headcanon Tobi is what he’s like during lower school years and then suddenly one summer he comes back and he’s completely matured into this foreign character unrecognisable to nobody.

He’d become incredibly serious, forgoing the role of energetic teachers pet to a much more muted one. He’d still be just as terrible at all his lessons, and still spend most of his time around teachers rather than others his age but he’d no longer have that fun spark. He’d probably start caring greatly about what people thought of him so his latter years would be trying to stay under the radar completely.

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