i could swear i was going to study tonight

Kasperi Kapanen - Stressed.

Originally posted by martinfrks

Hi! I wanted to say that I love y'all’s writing a lot! I was wondering if I could get a fluffy Kasperi Kapanen one? I don’t see nearly enough about him and I kinda love the little bean. Thanks!

A/N: im so sorry if this is poorly written or too short or even both! i had one of my exams this morning and i have another tomorrow so ive been studying like crazy these last few weeks, hence the theme of this, so please forgive me for any mistakes! -Jas

As summer was slowly creeping upon you, it came with the dreaded fear of all students, high school or university.

Finals.

It’s not that you were a bad student and didn’t pay attention to any of your professors, you just never learned how to properly study.

So here you were, at two am sat in the kitchen of your shared apartment with your boyfriend hovering around.

“(y/n), baby, please put your books away and come to bed” he mumbled into your head.

“Just let me go over this last section of the text book kappy, then i’ll be right in” you sighed.

“You’ve already said that twice tonight (y/n). I’m serious. You need sleep to pass too” He said in a firm tone.

You snorted at his statement. “i think studying so i know the information is more important”

you heard him sigh for what felt like the billionth time tonight and felt your chair being moved.

“Kappy what-” you were cut short by your boyfriend picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

You smacked his back in protest. “Kasperi Kapanen i swear to god if you don’t put me down babs will have to call up a new player!” you could feel his shoulders shake from laughter.

He tossed you down on the bed and laid himself across you so you couldn’t get up.

“Now, you are going to study, then tomorrow me and you and a few of the guys and their girls are getting brunch. Then and only then will you be able to study when we get home.” you gave in and allowed your body to relax because you knew this wasn’t a battle you would win.

“whatever, just cuddle me for now please” you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“don’t gotta ask me twice” he said as he latched himself around you, playing with your hair.

Sleep came easy after that.

-Jas

Family Sentence Starters

“So, there’s this girl/boy…”
“Could you help me with my homework?”
“Could you help me study?”
“Where do you want to go for vacation?”
“Can I go? Please?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll do the dishes tonight.”
“Hey. Did something happen at work/school?”
“No way. You’re off the clock. Tonight you’re going to relax.”
“You know you can talk to me, right?”
“I felt the exact same way at your age.”
“Hey! Quarter in the swear jar! Right now!”
“You’re grounded.”
“Just wait ‘til your father/mother/etc. gets home!”
“Don’t take that tone with me!”
“Of course I still love you.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

Study Date

requested or nah: nah

writer: it meh, Drey

starring: you and cliffo

contains: FLUFF

summary: Helping Michael with biology never seemed so stressful

*non-famous*

writings

“Okay, Mikey, what’s Oxidative Phosphorylation?”

“ An extra large pepperoni pizza with a side of cheese fries and extra hot buffalo wings.”

I dropped my pen and ran my hands over my face in frustration at the sight of my best friend, Michael, laying on his back at the end of my bed singing a song about llamas in monotone under his breath.

“Michael, we need to study for this test or we’ll never get to graduate,” I scolded him.

“But it’s like, in a week. We can do it on Saturday,” he retorted. I stared at him in disbelief.

“The test is in two. Days. And we’re only halfway through the notes!”

“Eh, we have time.”

At this point, I was walking over to his side to try to drag his lazy form off the bed.

“No, we fucking don’t. I swear to god Michael Gordon Clifford-”

“Hey,” he exclaimed as he suddenly stood up knocking me off my feet and onto the cool carpet,“ Chris is hosting a party tonight, we should go and then we could-”

“Michael, no! We need to- Just- I- UGH.”

I groaned and started making my way to the kitchen, Michael following me like a lost puppy.

“Y/N-”

“No, Mikey, I don’t fucking WANT to go this party because we need to fucking study for this big ass test we have in two fucking days that determines our overall GPA and if we graduate or not so if you want to go to this party, then fine, you can go, but don’t expect me to-”

“Yo, Y/N, babe, chill,” Michael reassured me as he grabbed my shoulders as he guided my breathing back to its normal pace.

I sighed as I grabbed two mugs from the cupboard, Michael shuffling to make himself comfortable at one of the seats at the counter, his stare lingering on my form. 

I handed him his warm mug of tea as I sat in the seat across from him.

“I’m sorry,” Michael apologized, his nervous stare looking up at me.

“No, Mikey, it’s okay. I’m the one who overreacted. This test just stresses me out so much I hate it and I really want to pass. You know how much I want to get into the School of Music at Leeds.”

“I know, I know babe, but yaknow, Cliffoconda kinda needs to get out a bit more…” he muttered sheepishly.

My jaw dropped in shock.

“You don’t want to study ‘cuz you want to get laid?”

“Well, yeah, wait, no, I-" 

I scoffed sardonically at his excuse to get out of studying.

"Michael, I swear to god, if that’s your excuse, your cliffoconda is soon to be cliffogoneda,” I huffed, stomping off to the living room, Michael once again following me.

“Y/N, yaknow I didn’t mean it that way-”

“Yes. You did." 

I huffed and settle myself on the couch, crossing my arms and legs teepee style in a childlike manner, jutting my lower lip out in a pout. Michael chuckled behind me as I heard him shuffle closer towards me, then pulling me up and settling me on his lap, wrapping his arms around my stomach as he rested his chin in crook of my neck, his stubble tickling my neck.

"You know I was joking,” he murmured.

“It didn’t sound like it though, Mickey. You know how serious I am about this and I’m just worried for you. I really want us to be together throughout college,” I explained calmly finally facing Michael and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I know babe. But I mean, I’m flunking anyway so what’s the use?”

“Mikey, if you get at the very least a seventy-five percent on this test you could bump your 2.0 GPA to at least a 3.5, so yeah, that’s the use.”

“Well, I guess it’s worth a shot.”

“Are we done now?” Michael groaned, his binder settled on his face.

“Yes, Michael, we’re done now. You happy?”

“So much, thank youuuuuuu!" 

Michael jumped on me, smothering my face in light smooches.

"MICHAEL GORDON CLIFFORD, GET YOUR FAT ASS OFF OF ME,” I squealed, attempting to shove him off of me but he just lies still on me.

“Mikey, you’re squishing my boobs.”

“Well you’re right about that. They are pretty squishable.”

“Mikey!" 

Slapping him on the shoulder had no effect.

"I’m kidding, I’m kidding.”

“Anyways, thanks for doing this. I owe you,” I said as Michael set me on his lap once again.

“Well… You could give me a lap-dance…”

“MIKEY.”

“Kidding, kidding. Anything’s fine as long I’m hanging out with you.”

“Sleepover?” I suggested excitedly.

“Can we play Advanced Warfare?” he asked, his jade-green eyes twinkling.

“Alright fine, but I get to choose the movie.”