# we all know my love for math

• Reporter: What is 2+2?
• Donald Trump answers the question: "I have to say a lot of people have been asking this question. No, really. A lot of people come up to me and they ask me. They say, 'What's 2+2'? And I tell them look, we know what 2+2 is. We've had almost eight years of the worst kind of math you can imagine. Oh my God, I can't believe it. Addition and subtraction of the 1s the 2s and the 3s. It's terrible. It's just terrible. Look, if you want to know what 2+2 is, do you want to know what 2+2 is? I'll tell you. First of all the number 2, by the way, I love the number 2. It's probably my favorite number, no it is my favorite number. You know what, it's probably more like the number two but with a lot of zeros behind it. A lot. If I'm being honest, I mean, if I'm being honest. I like a lot of zeros. Except for Marco Rubio, now he's a zero that I don't like. Though, I probably shouldn't say that. He's a nice guy but he's like, '10101000101,' on and on, like that. He's like a computer! You know what I mean? He's like a computer. I don't know. I mean, you know. So, we have all these numbers, and we can add them and subtract them and add them. TIMES them even. Did you know that? We can times them OR divide them, they don't tell you that, and I'll tell you, no one is better at the order of operations than me. You wouldn't believe it. So, we're gonna be the best on 2+2, believe me."
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A: You are late! We were suppose to be at the cinema at 5, Papá!

L: Lo siento, cariño. I had to present my essay to my teacher, the dude wouldn’t let me go unt— hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?

K: ehh…  *internal screaming*

A self-indulged au in which Lance is a single father that with all his studies and his job he barely has time to spend with his daughter (that he loves dearly), of course Math teacher Keith doesn’t like the fact that one of his favorite students seems to be neglected by her father since he has never seen him at school and she always tells him that his father is busy to even go pick her up from school.

Things changes when he sees him for the very first time, though ;3

ooh i love the killian knows advanced math and so helps henry with his hw trope! so cute and is totally canon! and now that we know killian speaks greek it's not a far cry to assume he's at least trilingual! could you write a fic where multilingual killian helps henry with his french or latin?

Haha! Thank you! I apologise in advance - my ignorant ass can barely even speak English, and it’s my native tongue, so all french is provided by Google translator - i’m sorry!

“So come on, Henry.” David prodded as he placed breakfast down in front of him. “Let’s hear some of what you’ve learnt.”

Henry blushed as his grandparents and his mother looked at him expectantly.

“I’m still learning- it’s not much.” he protested.

“That doesn’t matter, honey. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” Snow reassured him.

“Okay. Um… Combien pour cinq de vos pommes vertes?”

Killian reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the kitchen as Henry spoke.

“Ah, Tout dépend de combien vous offrez, monsieur.”

Four heads turned to stare at him as the kitchen fell into silence, making the man squirm.

“I may be a little rusty but I assure you there were no lewd words in that sentence.” he defended himself.

“Seriously? French too?” Emma balked.

“Wait- you speak French?” Henry asked.

“Well aren’t you just full of surprises.” Snow commented, impressed.

Tarantino

@nervousmemzie said: “Jughead promposal to homecoming?”

A/N: If Jughead doesn’t do cute things in a dorky way then I don’t know what to expect. Also sorry if this is short, I’m writing this at like 3am.

“Do I look okay Betty? Is it too much?” Jughead asks the blonde.

“Juggie, I think you look very handsome.” Betty confirms, trying to calm Jughead’s nerves.

“What if they say no? Or already have a date?”

“I know for a fact they do not have a date and would be excited to have you ask them.” Betty smiles at him.

It’s WEEK FOUR of Hannah’s Sunday Reading list, and lemme tell ya, I had so much to read this week!! Not complaining - it’s been awesome! I’ve been introduced to so many new authors, and to say I’m excited would be an understatement!!! As a reminder, don’t forget to tag me in future posts, and just in general never be afraid to tag me in anything! Believe me when I say that I love to read all your stuff :-)

Anyway, enough of me rambling. Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:

Profiled by @arewereal3000 (Spencer Reid x Kinsley (OC))
You guys, this is 6,500 words of awesomeness. I am already in love with your OC Kinsley. The bond she seems to have with the team makes me smile so much, and that back story… girl, that’s gonna be juicy!! I’m beyond excited to read more of this, you have no idea. Also, you said this is your first time writing fanfiction in a long time?! You’re a natural, my dear. This was perfect. :-)

Tied Together with a Smile by @original-criminal-fanfics (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Oh, the fluffy goodness in this beautiful fic! Such a Spencer move to be there for his friends when they get their hearts broken. I’m loving the whole dynamic between Spencer and the reader - as you know, I’m a sucker for the whole “best friends” thing. Lovely written as always, pretty girl.

Seven Years Later by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Mari, you clever girl, you. Spencer’s name in the book… too funny! But this whole thing broke my heart. As much as I wanted the reader and Spencer to get back together, at the same time… I didn’t? I loved the tragic ending and I really don’t think there was any other way to end it. Loved this a lot!

Spencer’s Fury by @spencerreidsmiles (Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez)
YES! Another victim of Reidvez!! Muahaha… This fic made me feel all gooey inside. I can just imagine Luke trying to get drunk Spencer in bed and Spencer rambling on and arguing with him. So in character. I needed some Reidvez fluff in my life and you definitely brought it. Lovely as ever, my friend!

The Perfect Family - Part 6 by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
So obsessed with this series. I know that I’ve said that a million times, but I can’t help it - I must let the world know how awesome it is!! I’m patiently waiting for the next part… or not so patiently, I guess… You’ve left me on a cliffhanger and I must know what happens next!!!

Football for Dummies by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x JJ)
I’ve always wondered about this date… I remember the first time I watched the episode where he asked her out I was rooting for them so hard! My guilty pleasure is Spencifer… Jenecer? Idk… Anyway, this was so awesome to read because I can imagine that was exactly how that date went. Made me smile :)

Bubblegum Bitch by @reidbyers (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I can’t even tell you how much I love this reader!! She seems so badass and opposite of Spencer… A match made in heaven. I love that Spencer is wrestling with his feelings so much in this. Poor guy doesn’t know whether to slap her or kiss her. I won’t give away the ending… but just know that I love it so much. :-)

Passive Aggressive Partnership - Series by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Once again, you have outdone yourself with this one, Nicole. The detail and depth in these cases are mind blowing! I for one do not have the patience to seriously think all of that stuff through. And the reader, omg! I love her to bits. I think I’ve said this before, but this series is a masterpiece. If you guys haven’t read it yet, please do!

Second Chance by @axstheticminds (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I needed this Zugzwang do-over so badly. I loved that Penelope and JJ were in on it this time and helped Spencer get through it. I’m so excited to see where this goes! I could see it going so many different ways… I just hope that your version ends better than Maeve’s. ;-)

Intertwined by @holagubler (Spencer Reid x Reader)
This really touched me. The way the reader felt before Spencer, the way Spencer made her feel… I’m basically just a puddle on the floor right now. This was so beautifully written! Like, I’ve read it over and over again and each time it gets better. You are so so talented, my friend!

Counter Act by @criminal-minds-fanfiction (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Flood warning!!! Your smut is amazing as always. I look up to you with all kinds of writing, but especially smut. You are too good at it! The descriptions, the way everything flows… I envy your skills, Cher! This was too good. I love that you included Penelope into this - she makes me laugh! Also, the title… you crack me up!

Touch by @zugzwangxo (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Oh Lee… are you trying to kill me? You captured how I imagine Spencer in bed perfectly. Sure, he puts on his vanilla front, but I think we all know that he’s a kinky son of a bitch… I also looked up the song and loved it. Your attention to detail is amazing and makes reading everything you write so enjoyable. I don’t know how you do it. The Queen of Smut strikes again!!

Why Are There Letters in Math? by @dontshootmespence (Spencer Reid x Reader)
This was so beautifully light and fluffy… I wish I had Spencer as my calculus tutor when I was taking that class! The relationship between Spencer and the reader felt so right. I love the playfulness of the relationship! Once again, you have outdone yourself with all of the details. I don’t know how you do it woman!

Spidey Senses by @imagicana (Spencer Reid x Reader)
I am on the floor. I friggin’ loved this so much!!! It was an interesting twist having it told from Penelope’s point of view. The humor in this was perfect… it made me all giggly inside. I know that you didn’t tag me in this, but I just had to put it on my list. It was too awesome not to be on it. Your writing is so awesome!

Attack by @wrecklessimagine (Spencer Reid x Reader-ish)

Master Post of Helpful Programs and Apps

I decided to make a master post of all the programs (free, of course) that I have used over the years to get me through AP’s, studying and exams! Most of these are either apps on my iPhone or programs that I have downloaded onto my Mac. However, all of these *should* be available for Android and PC as well, just let me know if something doesn’t work out!

• Grammarly: This is a service that I use in computer program form, it is both a Chrome extension and a downloadable application. Not only does it edit your online posts (SUPER helpful to avoid making mistakes in important emails or posts!), you can download your paper into the application and it will edit both grammar and spelling in a way that I find more uniquely helpful than regular old spell check. Additionally, if you are reading a PDF or other article for school online you can click on certain words and Grammarly will define them for you!

• Zotero: Guys, I can not stress enough what a freaking godsend this program is. You download it onto your computer, and you can save articles/PDF’s from databases directly into it as you are researching, which negates the need for thousands of tabs! You can also have it create your bibliography for you, which is insanely convenient, and you can take notes on the article within the program. That being said, the format was very confusing for me at the beginning. I would recommend watching YouTube videos on how to use it and doing the full tutorial online before you start!

• Scribd: Scribd is both an App and a website where you can look up books and read them for free online. It does have ads if you don’t want to pay for the full version, and I would recommend the phone app as opposed to the website formatting wise! I used this to find books at the last minute, and I also used it to find the teachers key for one of my textbooks in order to check my work while I studied for an exam.

• Quizlet: Let’s be real, we all know what this one is ;) But I have to give it a shout out! Flashcards, quizzing yourself, fun games, TONS of language options…oh Quizlet how I love you! Comes in both website and app form.

• Pomodoro: A study timer that uses the Pomodoro method of timing out your study session with specific break time lengths and study time lengths to optimize your performance. I use this one for memorizing vocab and to study for repetitive tests like math, but I really do not find it useful for writing papers. That being said, everyone is different and some people swear by it! iPhone and Android app.

• Forest: I love this timer app, I use this for reading and writing papers! It has the added bonus of tugging at your morality by bringing life into the equation. As you study and don’t touch your phone, a little tree is growing. When your time is up, the tree is added to your forest. But if you touch your phone before your time is up, the tree dies! I honestly get super invested in it. App for iPhone and Android.

• Genius Scan: This one is a bit more logistical, you can take pictures of documents on your phone and it scans them and converts them to PDF’s. I used this to share notes with classmates and to have my own notes with me for on the go review. I use this one surprisingly often! App for iPhone, not sure about Android.

• Wunderlist: Wunderlist is my all time favorite to-do list app. Generally, when I’m studying, I use a notepad to make my task list because I love the satisfaction of crossing out tasks. However, I use this for everything from chore lists to groceries to lists of books I want to read. You can have categories and multiple titled lists, and it’s super satisfying to check things off! App for iPhone, not sure about Android.

These are all the apps and programs that I use with extreme regularity, but I love productivity apps and I am always looking for more! If anybody has anything to add or has any recommendations for me pleaaasssseee tell me about them. Good luck studying!

Could you post landslide intros dedicated to or involving/mentioning Lindsey?

Hey anon, I’m not a Buckingham Nicks expert but I gathered some videos and quotes that are unforgettable. Now, compiling all the Lindsey mentions would require a lot of time and work because it’s not uncommon for Stevie to tell the story of how she wrote the song and Lindsey is usually mentioned. The “24 Karat Gold Tour” alone had many of those stories, there’s a great video here.

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I need to dedicate this tonight to Lindsey, & he knows why – He’s my one true love for now & for always. It’s called Landslide.”
Rumours Tour - UCLA Oct. 4, 1977 (No video that I know of.)

This is a very simple song and I would like to dedicate it to Buckingham Nicks, because I hope that maybe someday he will find it in his heart to spend some time with me again and maybe do some more music.” - Behind The Mask Tour, Inglewood, 1990.

And second of all, because this is a really special night - as you can see, we are filming you as we speak -, I want to make a special dedication tonight that I really haven’t made before. I want to dedicate this song to Lindsey because he taught me how to play the guitar that I used to write this song, he inspired this song, and I wrote this song about him. It’s called Landslide.” - Say You Will Tour, Boston, 2003.

We used to pretend it was written about him (her father). Of course it wasn’t but, it was actually written about him *points to Lindsey*, but we both loved my Dad so we gave him that one.” - Fleetwood Mac Live, Philadelphia, 2013. (Pictures)

But secondly I would like to dedicate this song to my band. I’d like to dedicate this song to Fleetwood Mac. And I don’t know if Lindsey can hear me. Can you hear me? So, okay, so I’m, tonight I’m going to dedicate Landslide to our band. So I’m really dedicating it to Fleetwood Mac and I’m also really dedicating it to you, Lindsey. For all the wonderful things that you have done for me. Teaching me the little pick that is in Landslide that I would never have known had it not been for you. And all the really wonderful music that you have brought into my life. And just for being a wonderful friend all these years. And, um, I just want you to know that even though we argue, the love is always still there.” - Fleetwood Mac Live, Amsterdam, 2013.

Lindsey and I have probably played this next song, since 1973, three million times. Every single time we have ever walked onstage since 1973, we have played this song, so just do the math. It seems to me that here in Nashville - I mean, think we’re more nervous about tonight than we were for Madison Square Garden or for The Forum. Um, I don’t know why but it’s something. And I wanted to say to him and to you that, you know, Lindsey and I, we put a record out called Buckingham Nicks and it started to sell across the south. It started to do really well in Birmingham, Alabama, and it started to actually simmer right when we were joining Fleetwood Mac.
And had we not had Fleetwood Mac - we would’ve just joined Fleetwood Mac - and we may very well have ended up here. And I think about that sometimes. It could’ve just as easily gone towards country music, country rock ’n’ roll music, as towards serious hard rock ’n’ roll music, which is what we did. We could’ve very well ended up here, living here, with fifteen children. And grandchildren. And been like these two little rock ’n’ roll people and ended up being country people. So I want to dedicate this song to Lindsey because without him, this song could never have been played because I could only play it once, and he took it and made it into the song that it is today. So thank you, Lindsey, for that.
” - On With The Show, Nashville, 2015.

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Do you know what just occluded to me? There's that long post that states we have a total of 2 mins and 48 seconds of otayuri screen time. Now, we have 3 minutes and 18 seconds thanks to Welcome to the Madness (assuming I did my math right)

Wow…. 0.0 That’s insane….. And it’s so big.  Viktuuri, obviously, is bigger… but not by much.  THATS SO INSANE.  I NEVER THOUGHT OF IT THAT WAY, OMG.  #shook.

Ok just saying it again:  OTAYURI FANDOM, YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU.

*waves* hi all, you lovely bunch you, how are you all doing, i hope all is well.

guess who created a new studyblr ;) not many people know me tbh, but anyways, fun facts about me:

• i dont like capital letters and idk why
• i love maths, like, really really love maths
• i also love classics, classics is the bomb
• i dont like water, i know it doesnt have any taste, that is the problem
• nicki minaj, yes, twenty one pilots, yes
• sometimes i have no common sense but i have learnt to deal with it
• after many years, i have finally embraced my beauty, both in my personality and looks, im hot af ;)

sooooo that sums me up pretty nicely me thinks, please i beg of you ALL, slide into my askbox so we can be friends, one big happy family, yes indeed, also like and reblog so i can check out ur blogs <3

Chance-Part 2

*credit to gifs owner,I found it on google*

A/N:Here you go lovelies,hope ya like it xx

Word Count:728

Part 1  , Part 3  , Part 4

Y/N’s POV
Once we entered the restaurant I saw all the pack members present already.Me and Theo walked towards the table they sat.

“About time guys”,said Stiles.He looked slightly surprised seeing us together,but didn’t say anything.

Lydia and Kira smirked at me,I rolled my eyes knowing exactly what they’re thinking.

I took a seat and Theo sat beside me.We ordered our food and started talking.

“Dude,that Greenburg pisses me so much,he took my maths notebook few days ago and didn’t return it yet”,Stiles ranted.

“Tragic”,Lydia said sarcastically.

“Well-”,Stiles began,then got interrupted by Scott.

“Hey,that’s Liam”,he said.

“with Hayden as usual”,I mumbled.

“Hi guys,woah didn’t expect y'all”,Liam chuckled.

“Yea sure”,Liam said and took a seat.Hayden looked slightly annoyed but didn’t say anything.

Our food arrived and we began to eat.

I saw Liam and Hayden’s interaction and felt jealous.Liam began to feed Hayden some fries,and they were being all lovey-dovey.

Theo suddenly leaned towards me and whispered,“Hey,you okay?”

“I’m fine,“I smiled at him.

I caught Liam looking at us briefly before continuing to pay attention to Hayden.

"Uh guys,we better leave now,Liam and I also made plans to watch some movies”,said Hayden.

“Oh yea,right”,Liam nodded.

“Okay,bye then,it was great having you two”,said Kira.

“See y'all at school tomorrow”,said Liam,then he left with Hayden.

“Guys we better head home as well,I have an essay to complete”, said Lydia.

Once we said our goodbyes,Theo and I sat in his car and he started driving.

“I had a great time today”,Theo grinned.

“I’m glad to know that”,I smiled.

“The pack is amazing and I’m really thankful that despite me doing horrible things,you all are giving me a second chance”,Theo said genuinely.

“Well everyone makes mistakes and you better not ruin your chance this time”,I jokingly yet seriously said the last part.

“Never”,he said confidently.

“So there’s this place in the woods,where I go to just feel relaxed and when I feel extremely lonely”,he began,“will you like to see that place?”,he asked me.

I was contemplating the decision as to whether it was too soon to trust him again.He,obviously,sensed my anxiousness.

“It’s okay,we can go some other time”,he said with a small smile.

I began to feel bad,maybe he’s actually changed?I thought.

“No,I want to go today”,I replied.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

So he began to drive towards the woods,it was dark so I thought what could possibly be seen in darkness that makes him feel relaxed.

He stopped in front of a tree and got out the car,I followed him.He walked a few steps and I gasped seeing the sight in front of me.

The town is seen clearly from here,the lights in the town made it look beautiful from the far and the sky was full of stars.He sat on the ground and began patting the side beside him asking me to sit.I smiled and sat down next to him.

He sighed contendly and looked at me.

“It’s beautiful”,I breathed.

He chuckled lowly,“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Thankyou for showing me this place”,I said.

He nodded and continued looking at the scene in front of us.

“Thankyou for coming here with me”,he said after awhile.

“It’s no big deal”,I said.

We stayed there for a long while then he drived me back to my home.The car ride was fun like before,this time we mocked few of our annoying classmates and talked about music and story books.We have a lot in common,I figured out.

I got out from his car and he walked me towards my door.

“Today was amazing”,he said.

“True,I enjoyed the evening”,I replied.

“So see you at school tomorrow?”

“Yea sure.”

“I know you’re car’s still broken,I can give you a ride to school tomorrow?”,he asked.

“That would be lovely,thankyou”,I replied.

“No problem,so bye!"he said.

"Goodbye”,I smiled.

He left,I enterd the house and grinned broadly.Theo is a great guy.I took my phone and sent Lydia a message saying she don’t need to pick me up tomorrow for school,Theo insisted to pick me up tomorrow.Lydia wanted to know details of what we did and talked about tomorrow at school.That girl,I swear to God.

I took shower and got ready for bed,slightly (actually very very) excited for tomorrow.

Always Listening- Cisco Ramon x Reader

Words: 1573

Warning: a little angst but mostly fluff

A/N: First Cisco fic! It took me a while but here it is. I always take a while but I have been busy I have to go to a 4 hour meeting for my school’s program and then come home and work on a 5 page essay due tomorrow. Wish me luck and Happy Readings!

Y/n’s POV

I walked into Jitters to meet up with my cousin Caitlin and our friend Cisco to talk about a meta detecting device, and immediately my mind was picking up the thoughts of those around me.

I need to pick up Matt after school.

Did I leave my stove on?

Is he staring at me?

This place is too packed!

What is taking this cashier so long?

Where is y/n?

“Here I am.” I say taking a seat next to Cisco. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the whisper like voices of people’s minds.

“Hey, Cisco and I were just talking about ways to track more metas. Earth-2 had some watches and we were hoping to create something like that.”

“Yep, I got a small idea of what to do for the device to make it work but it is a slow process.” He scratched the back of his neck and thought, “So slow I haven’t started, I need to stop procrastinating.”

“You will figure it out, you always do.” I say trying to stifle a laugh about him procrastinating. I haven’t told anybody about my powers except for Caitlin and I made her promise to not tell, I didn’t feel comfortable sharing that information yet. I knew they wouldn’t judge me for it after all Barry is the famous town superhero The Flash but I knew they will want my help with things and I don’t mind helping but using my powers can be overwhelming.

After finding out power I did a little research and found out that the human mind has at least 80,000 thoughts in one hour so immediately I force myself to learn to turn it on or off like a light switch expect it doesn’t work like a light switch just yet. It works more like a sensor, the more people around me the less control I have and the more things I can pick up. I once went to a dog parade and it was so full that I actually started picking up animals thoughts.

“I will get us something to drink so that we can talk about this.” Caitlin gets up and goes to the cashier, she turns to face me and taps her temple a couple times. When she found out I had gotten my powers we came up with small ways to communicate, her tapping her temple meant that she wanted me to read her mind. I looked around and noticed there was quite a lot of people in the room, it would be risky to open my mind to all of it. The only reason I read Cisco was because I was already starting to get overwhelmed.

She gives me a pleading look and I gave up slowly opening my mind to everyone’s else’s mind.

“Cisco is going to find out you have powers when he figures out how to make the device work. You should tell him, he likes you enough to understand that you didn’t want to go out in the open with this yet and don’t say he doesn’t like you because that boy is practically dying to be with you. I know you well enough to know you want to be with him as well, so tell him!” She thought.

I wish I could reply to her by putting some sort of witty response in her head but I am obviously not that advanced. I look over at Cisco who was giving me a “what are you doing” look. I smile and place my hands on the table, Caitlin was right I should tell him. If anybody will understand is him since he also wanted to keep his “vibing” powers a secret.

“You okay there? You sort of started making faces at nothing like this was an episode of Awkward.” He rested his hand on my shoulder and smiled brightly.

“What?” I laugh at his choice of reference and sit up, maybe a better posture will give me the guts I need, “I do have something to say.”

“Okay, well you know that as always I am listening.” he slides his hand down to my own which is something he does often but now that Caitlin pointed out he might liked me back it felt like it was more than just friendly support.

I look back at Caitlin who was looking at Cisco and me, she quickly turned around and smirked. I look back at Cisco and see the doors behind him opening revealing at least 15 frat college boys walking in making a lot of noise.

“I wanted to say that- I got um…”

“We are going to get so drunk tonight.”

“Mary won’t be happy to know I am with the guys again.”

“When should I tell Jessica I love her?”

“Is that my math teacher?”

“What time is it?”

“Y/n…”Cisco looks at me waiting for me to finish my sentence but I feel my hands start to shake. I look back and notice Caitlin talking to the cashier.

“Caitlin.” I struggle to say,“Get Caitlin.”

Cisco nods and without asking questions he runs over to Caitlin. I close my eyes and try to push away all of their thoughts. They were getting louder and louder, I could feel tears form in my eyes.

“Y/n? Are you-” Caitlin stops herself when she sees the state I am in. I shake my head and cover my ears because now it felt as though they were screaming their thoughts.

“There is too much, I can’t-”

“Cisco, help me get her out of here.” Cisco wrapped his arm around my waist and helped me stand up. Together we walked to Caitlin’s car and quickly got in.

“Caitlin, I don’t know what to do. What is going on?”

“Y/n can read minds, the more people there is in a room the less control she has over whom she reads. Just try to calm her down or something and I will drive us to a small empty area she always goes to when she gets like this.” Caitlin tells Cisco who was in the back seat with me. He pulls me into his arms and I can smell the cologne he uses. His body radiates a comforting warmth that stops my hands from shaking but my minds was occupied by others still.

“I can’t believe he is going out with her.”

“I have a lot of homework tonight”

“Wonder if there will be snacks at our meeting today.”

“Girl, that shirt with those shoes? What were you thinking this morning?!”

“Okay, let me think. The problem is that there is too many minds for her to read she can’t block them but maybe she can concentrate on just one mind.”

“I don’t know how and I don’t think it will work.” I groan in pain and cringe.

“Not with that attitude, I need you to at least try it.” He sits me up and cups my face so that I am looking directly at him.

“I-”

“Focus on my mind and my mind only. What am I thinking of?”

I try my hardest and see small memories and the thoughts he had when those memories had happened, everything around me started to fade away and the once painful loud noise was turning into background noise.

“What am I thinking?” He asks again, his voice calm and soothing. “Concentrate on me only. Nothing else matters just get into my mind.”

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Even when she is a mess she is cute, how? Cisco stop think of that, think of something else that isn’t her or her beauty. She seems to be calming down, that is good. I hate to see her cry,why didn’t she tell me about her powers?Wait, stop. Think of numbers 123…”

“Cisco? You are bad at controlling your thinking.” I giggle and shake my head, I look around and notice we are in an empty parking spot. Caitlin turns around to face us and her eyes go wide.

“Were you two about to kiss?” She waited for us to answer and I looked over at Cisco just noticing that he was still cupping my face and sitting pretty close to me.

“What? No, we weren’t kissing” I say and pull away from Cisco.

“Okay, y/n whatever you say. I’ll take you home, you are going to want to rest for a while.” She turns back around and starts the engine again.

“We really weren’t kissing, Caitlin.” Cisco groans as he sits back.

“I wish we were.” he thinks. I look over at him and smile.

“What? Why are you smiling at me like that?” I laugh and move closer to him, I give him a small peck on the lips. I pull myself back to my seat with a smirk on face.

“What just happened? Does that mean she likes me back? I should probably do something like-” he moved closer to me and kisses me. At first I was shocked, I had given him a small kiss but this was different, it had so much emotion in it. It felt like we were both letting all out bottle up feelings out but then he pulled away.

“You know, I am going to give you the best nickname ever for your powers,right?”

“I would be offended if you didn’t.”

Same Love (feat. Mary Lambert)

Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

When I was in the 3rd grade I thought that I was gay ‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was And I kept my room straight I told my mom, tears rushing down my face She’s like, “Ben, you’ve loved girls since before pre-K” Tripping, yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she? A bunch of stereotypes all in my head I remember doing the math, like “Yeah, I’m good at little league” A pre-conceived idea of what it all meant For those that like the same sex had the characteristics The right-wing conservatives think it’s a decision And you can be cured with some treatment and religion Man-made, rewiring of a pre-disposition, playing God Ahh nah, here we go America the brave still fears what we don’t know And “God loves all his children” it’s somehow forgotten But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five hundred years ago I don’t know

And I can’t change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can’t change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm

If I was gay I would think hip-hop hates me Have you read the YouTube comments lately “Man that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily We’ve become so numb to what we’re saying Our culture founded from oppression Yet we don’t have acceptance for ‘em Call each other faggots Behind the keys of a message board A word rooted in hate Yet our genre still ignores it “Gay” is synonymous with the lesser It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion Gender to skin color, complexion of your pigment The same fight that lead people to walk-outs and sit-ins It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference Live on! And be yourself! When I was in church they taught me something else If you preach hate at the service, those words aren’t anointed And that Holy Water that you soak in is then poisoned When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen I might not be the same, but that’s not important No freedom 'til we’re equal Damn right I support it!

I don’t know

And I can’t change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can’t change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm

We press play, don’t press pause Progress, march on! With a veil over our eyes, we turn our back on the cause 'Till the day that my uncles can be united by law Kids are walking around the hallway Plagued by pain in their heart A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all But it’s a damn good place to start No law’s gonna change us, we have to change us Whatever god you believe in we come from the same one Strip away the fear, underneath, it’s all the same love About time that we raised up

And I can’t change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to And I can’t change Even if I tried Even if I wanted to My love, my love, my love She keeps me warm

Love is patient, love is kind Love is patient, love is kind (not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I’m not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I’m not crying on Sundays) Love is patient (I’m not crying on Sundays) Love is kind (I’m not crying on Sundays) Love is patient, love is kind

9

When I was in the third grade I thought that I was gay,
‘Cause I could draw, my uncle was, and I kept my room straight.
I told my mom, tears rushing down my face
She’s like “Ben you’ve loved girls since before pre-k, trippin’.”
Yeah, I guess she had a point, didn’t she?
Bunch of stereotypes all in my head.

I remember doing the math like, “Yeah, I’m good at little league.”
A preconceived idea of what it all meant
For those that liked the same sex

The right wing conservatives think it’s a decision
And you can be cured with some treatment and religion

Playing God, aw nah here we go
America the brave still fears what we don’t know
And “God loves all his children” is somehow forgotten
But we paraphrase a book written thirty-five-hundred years ago
I don’t know.

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
She keeps me warm

If I was gay, I would think hip-hop hates me
“Man, that’s gay” gets dropped on the daily
We become so numb to what we’re saying
A culture founded from oppression
Yet we don’t have acceptance for 'em

Call each other faggots behind the keys of a message board
A word rooted in hate, yet our genre still ignores it
Gay is synonymous with the lesser.

It’s the same hate that’s caused wars from religion
Gender to skin color, the complexion of your pigment
The same fight that led people to walk outs and sit ins
It’s human rights for everybody, there is no difference!
Live on and be yourself.

When I was at church they taught me something else
If you preach hate at the service those words aren’t anointed
That holy water that you soak in has been poisoned.

When everyone else is more comfortable remaining voiceless
Rather than fighting for humans that have had their rights stolen
I might not be the same, but that’s not important
No freedom 'til we’re equal, damn right I support it.

(I don’t know)

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
She keeps me warm

We press play, don’t press pause
Progress, march on
With the veil over our eyes
We turn our back on the cause
'Til the day that my uncles can be united by law
When kids are walking 'round the hallway plagued by pain in their heart
A world so hateful some would rather die than be who they are
And a certificate on paper isn’t gonna solve it all.

But it’s a damn good place to start
No law is gonna change us
We have to change us
Whatever God you believe in
We come from the same one
Strip away the fear
Underneath it’s all the same love
About time that we raised up… sex

And I can’t change
Even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love
She keeps me warm.

Love is patient
Love is kind
(I’m not crying on Sundays)

Andalite Tails are made up of a strange combination of tail bones, cartilage, and elephant-trunk-like musculature. The very end of the tail, where the blade connects to the tail, is made up almost entirely of very powerful muscles. The blade is connected to these muscles by microscopic cartilage fibers made of an unknown, extremely durable substance that connects to the primary cartilage rod that is in turn connected to the tip of the tail bones. Andalite tails are approximately twice the length of their hind-quarters.

The lack of bones in the very end of the tail allow the blade to recoil from impacts without causing extreme damage, as well as gives the end a large amount of flexibility. A lot of the fine-tuned and delicate movements are accomplished with these very powerful and specifically-designed muscles. This end of the tail will be called the Blade Trunk, because of its similarity to the Elephant’s trunk and the obvious fact that there’s a huge, sharp horn attached to it. The Blade Trunk makes up about 10 to 15 % of the tail itself. Females tend to have slightly smaller Blade Trunks, though the amount of muscles does not decrease. This makes female Blade Trunks more powerful and flexible than a males, but does not support a large blade like a male.

The cartilage rod allows for recoiling and extreme flexibility without risk of breaking. The middle segment of the tail has a lot of muscles, but these are more for support than impact. These muscles support the circulatory system in the tail, protect it from damage, and they allow this entire section of the tail to function like a whip: it can bend and the elasticity of the cartilage, muscle contractions, and the motion of a tail strike itself cause it to crack forward with unbelievable and devastating speed. The rod is capable of bending at a ninety degree angle in a 5 inch section of tail, making it possible for the tail to coil around itself or objects very effectively, and these coils can squeeze with an impressive amount of force. However, multiple loops drastically reduces blood-flow, and tails have been known to get tangled with objects and other tails in accidents. The cartilage rod section of the tail is called simply the Snap, mostly because I’m not a biologist and have no real idea what I’m talking about. The Snap makes up about 60% of an Andalite’s tail. Almost all tail-related injuries happen to the Snap. Someone who over-develops other aspects of their tail but neglects the muscles in the Snap is very likely to suffer severe injury when using their tails for combat. In fact, some of the best tail-fighters in Andalite history have all made the same claim: the Snap is the MOST important part of a tail-fighter’s anatomy.

The base of the tail is made up of a NUMBER of vertebrae of actual bone. The biggest muscles in the tail are located in this area, and it is the muscles here that allow the tail to achieve its immense speed and power. Each of the vertebrae has muscles connecting it to the next one as well as muscles that attach directly from each vertebrae to a large bony plate at the base of the spine/back end of the hind quarters. This multiple muscular attachment allows the tail to be pulled forward very quickly, and combined with the rapid clenching of the muscles connecting each vertebrae the tail can launch forward at impressive speeds. The base of the tail makes up the remaining 25 to 30% of the tail’s length, and is known as the Tail Mount. The muscles in the tail mount are usually bigger in males than females.

A striking tail is an immensely complicated maneuver anatomically speaking. As such, improper form can result in serious injury to the tail. When the signal is sent to the tail, the muscles in the haunches fire off first, pulling on the vertebrae of the Tail Mount. This causes the entire tail to rotate forward, and the rapid acceleration of the end of the tail stump causes a wave-like motion to occur in the Snap. The Snap moves forward, often creating the distinctive “FWAP” sound-effect as the ripple travels along its length. While the Snap is moving forward, the muscles connecting individual vertebrae pull the vertebrae of the Tail Mount into a sharp arc, adding more force to the moving Snap.

By now, the Andalite has maneuvered their body into position to avoid the blade. For a forward, over-head strike they’ve ducked down slightly and tilted their head, for an around-the-body sideways strike they’ve rotated their upper body and moved their hind-quarters into position, etc etc.

When the blade nears its target, the mostly-relaxed Blade Trunk moves and tightens, pulling the blade into position moments before impact. This added movement increases the power of a tail strike almost as much as the Tail Mount’s massive muscular movements, and the Blade Trunk keeps the blade from turning when it comes into contact with a surface.

By now, the Snap has used up its momentum, transferred it into the Blade Trunk, and all that force is placed on the impact surface (usually the cutting edge of the blade). The amount of force is more than enough to slice through steel mesh, remove limbs in one swipe from most Earth animals, and in some rare cases can even slice through several inches of steel (see Gafinilan, with his ridiculous mass of muscle).

Most of the destructive capabilities of the Andalite Tail can be replicated among humans with martial weapons, though the materials used in Earth weaponry are no where close to the material found in Andalite Tail Blades. Most of the bones in an Andalite are made from calcium and other minerals, similar to human bones. However, their spines, tail vertebrae, and the cartilage rod in the Snap is made from an unknown material. This material has unparalleled strength and flexibility. When sharpened, this material creates a blade unlike anything on Earth.

It is the quality of the tail blade itself that gives the Andalite its deadly edge. If an identical tail was equipped with an identically-shaped blade made of Earth metals, it would not be possible for it to cut the way it does (though it would still be a very, very dangerous weapon).

Andalite Tail Speed, while impressive, is not actually unheard of among Earth animals. Snakes routinely strike faster, and a striking Andalite was unable to hit a circling, full-speed Cheetah. Unfortunately, I do not know how tall Visser Three is or how long his tail is, so I can’t come up with actual numbers here. I may be a math major and know what formulas I could use to figure this out, but I’m also not a physics major so I’m not the BEST person to figure this part out.

But lets just make some assumptions, using what limited meta I’ve got here and the Acavatica’s body type for Alloran, a Red Deer:

Alloran’s Hind Quarters are 180 cm (70 inches) long. Thus, his tail is a total of 360 cm (140 inches long). From hoof to “shoulder”, Alloran’s hind-quarters are 100 cm (40 in) tall. The cheetah is about 50 cm (20 in) away from Alloran when he tries to slice down at the cheetah’s head. The cheetah is 70 cm (28 in) at the shoulder. We’ll assume Alloran’s tail is at a ready position, the tail forming a perfect half-circle with circumference 360 cm (the length of this tail, including his tail blade). This arc has a diameter of 230 cm (90 in). This puts his tail blade about 347 cm (136 in) away from hitting the Cheetah. He fires off his tail blade and he misses the cheetah. Assuming he isn’t trying to adjust his strike mid attack (which using my meta would be extremely painful, potentially crippling, and dangerous to do) that means that the strike took more than the time it took for the cheetah to travel a distance equal to the length of its of body while moving at full speed.

A Cheetah’s top speed is 112 km/hr, but in cm/second that is 112 * 1 hr/3600 seconds * 100,000 cm/cm = 3,111 cm/second. The cheetah is 112 cm in length. To clear this distance, it would take the Cheetah 0.036 seconds. This means that an Andalite’s tail blade maximum speed is less than 347 cm in 0.036 seconds, or 347 km/hr.

All this is very, very rough. This does not take into account mass, force, other parts of the tail moving through the air as well, the shape the tail takes as it moves through the air, etc. its also based entirely off of headcanons about size, shape, and tail-to-body ratio. For all we know, Alloran has a SUPER long tail or a super stubby one. we’ve no idea. So pardon the math. If anyone has better ideas, I’d love to hear them and discuss them!! Also, I don’t know the power and speed needed to cut through steel. If anyone knows how fast these tail blades would need to be going to do that, please let me know.

So, maximum speed is less than 347 km/hr.

If they kill off The Bane Twins...

In 12x17, Not Dolores Umbridge declared that the American hunters will need to assimilate or die.

In 12x20, the Banes twins, witches and hunters, we met earlier this season are back.

I don’t like this math. AT ALL, especially knowing the show’s love of killing of their POC characters.

I could write sonnets to how much I hate the mythology this season, so them killing off Billie and the Banes twins might severely alter my loyalty.

Burn, teachers version

I saved every grade that you gave me
From the moment I saw them I thought I was fine
You said I was great
But I am not fine

Do you know what my mother said,
She said: be careful with that one love, he’s not very good at his job (social studies etc)

You and problems flooded my senses
Your physics just left me defenseless
You taught me pressure and power
You taught me shapes

I’m re-reading the test that you gave me
I’m searching and scanning for answers in every number

For some kind of sign, that I know one plus one (math & physics)

it all never
Makes
Sense

You taught me how to cook spaghetti
You told the whole class how to make a nice lil cake (cooking)

You should probs clear your name, and maybe smile? (Music)

Do you what my father said, when we saw the grades arrive?
He said: is that an E in chemistry?
I tried to tell him Yes

Everyone got that grade this year
But look a B in Biology isn’t that good enough for you (chemistry & biology)

You never liked me
You, you, you (craft)

I’m erasing myself from your English class
Let future teachers wonder how Anneli reacted when I said no (English)

You’ve torn my brain apart
It never makes
Sense
Never makes Sense

The world has no right to my art
The world has no right to my style
They don’t get to see what I draw (art)

My muscles are burning
My legs are just shaking, I cannot feel them (PE)

You forfeit all rights to my food (cooking)
You forfeit all rights to my voice (music)
You will never see me again (English)

With only the memories
Of this perfect student
I hope that you, burn

(No i don’t have a life and this took 4 hours and im in love with it honestly

Hii, sorry for disturbing but I wanted to know if you are okay, because I see that you don't post nothing.. I hope you'll not close this account because I love it! Hope you're fine!

Heey cutie pie ( ´ v ` )~

To be honest I’m doing pretty bad right now.. I have to write my finals soon and my dad just passed away .. i was gone for 2 weeks and now I have to.. redo all the work we had in those weeks.. I’m failing in math (ugh .. have to put more time to learn into it) and .. I’m just being really busy these days ;; ..

To be reeeally honest I literally thought about closing this blog … but yeh .. I dont know maybe I’m just having a phase right now , A ,

- Eru

For Comfort

BBXRae NSFW
#8 for Comfort

Raven could tell that the after the battle Gar was going to be upset. She had spend to many years learning to recognizing each and emotion that flitted across his face. As they zipped up the black body bag she watched as his entire body seemed to collapse. She came up behind him placed her hand on his shoulders and whispered “let’s go home.” She teleported them away from the grizzly crime and into the sweet smelling comfort of their room.

Losing a victims life was never easy for them. Over the years they had been victims themselves as innocent people lost their lives on a number of bases. This time was no different except Gar had known the young man. He was a young college student that worked at the record shop in town. They had become friends, talking music and video games every chance they could. Raven had met him a few times but Gar and him had been closer. She watched as he sat down on the bed and began rubbing his eyes. She didn’t have to be an empath to know what was coming. Anger and self hatred. She knelt in from of him and began pulling off his shoes. “Gar.” She stated softly. “I know that your really upset maybe you want to talk about it?”
“What is there to talk about? I failed him, I failed everyone.” He let her take his shoes off his entire body felt like cement. He pulled off his uniform shirt letting it fall to the ground. Deep purple bruises were starting to form on his dark skin. He’d fought hard just like the rest of the team. And in the end they’d won but at what cost?
She gulped as she did her best to swallow down his rush of emotions. She ran her hands up his thighs then on to part of the bruises. Blue icy magic hit then healing them instantly. “You did everything right. He just was there at the wrong time wrong place.” She reasoned her heart ached for him as she peered into his eyes. “You’re a good person Gar.”
“Person maybe at times, but a rather shitty hero. I couldn’t protect him. How long will it be ‘til I can’t protect somebody else, someone I love with all my being?” He looked up into her eyes. His fear of her getting hurt taking the forefront.
“Gar you’ve saved so many lives before. You’re a great hero that loss someone today. We all lose innocent people. Remember I lost Jane?” her voice shivered “I was positive there was no reason for me to be a hero but you pulled me out of it.” She cupped his face feeling his fear rise. “We promised each other that if something bad were to happen to one of us the other wouldn’t do something crazy. And I’m still here.” She placed his hand on her heart to show him that her heart was still thumbing. “We protect each other but we don’t live in fear. You taught me that.”

Gar needed her in that moment, the fire building in his chest. He kissed her desperately. His eyes focused on hers. She climbed up his lap and threw her arms around his neck. Her tongue pressing into his. Gar tongue dove into her mouth. He quickly started pulling off her shirt. “Don’t ever leave me love.”
She nodded. “I won’t Gar.” She said between his lips. Even after all these years he still had such power over her. His mouth made her heart flutter, his hands made her mind spin. Gar pulled her uniform off and unhooked her bra. His hand where needy and slightly rough. His kisses growing rough he nipped her bottom lip. She gripped his shoulders pulling into him deeper. Her body arching to him knowing what he needed and she wanted.
Gar threw her onto the bed and stripping her fully. His eyes watching her as he striped the last of his clothes off. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and wrapped her legs around his waist and then slammed into her. “Gar!” She cried out gripping the sheets under her.
His eyes were locked on hers, his love for her radiating through every move he made. He reached down and ran his fingers over her pleasure button in time with reach thrust. His other hand angling her hips so each thrust hit her rough patch.
“Garfield!” She whimpered pulling him down to her. She ran her hands down his back scraping his skin. She was losing herself to him and she was living for every second. He kissed her deeply not stopping his assault on her body. He could feel himself ever slipping closer as he pressed his heavier body into hers. He was living every moment of making her loose herself to him. Her fingers tangled into his hair as she the dopamine sparked in her brain. God did she love him more than she ever thought she could love anyone. As she came she looked up at him letting him watch as pleasure played on her face.
Gar cried out as he came with her. “Raven!!!!” His voice loud as his eyes filled with relief. He collapsed next to her. “You make me whole.”
Raven sighed her body humming from the after math. “I love you.” She whispered running her hands over his body. “I think we can go again?” She smirked knowing she could keep it up all night if need be.

Gar’s smirk only grew. “You know we can my goddess. So the question is how would you like it now?” His voice was low and lusty. She smirked the demon in her purring in delight. She climbed up on his body rubbing her skin against his. “Just like this.” She answered throwing her legs over his hip.

the person you do all your yoi edits for someone you know irl? or do you take requests??

You mean @fucking-geraniums ? Then, yep! We’ve known each other for…. Like 7 years now??? (Scrub, do math for me)

Though I do love her (sometimes), I’ll do requests (YOI or other series) if it’s within my ability and I have time, just send an ask/message! It just so happens YOI is the first anime she liked so I’m kind of taking advantage of the fact lol

Vampire Money (Short Story Smut)

Vampire Money (Short Story Smut)
[Michael Clifford]
Rating: R
AN: the intro is extensive, but I hope you enjoy!

After my least favorite class, pre-calc, I sighed in relief. Mr. W hadn’t assigned any homework for the weekend. Another homework grade would’ve dropped my grade below a B, which would’ve pissed my parents off that I had gotten another C in pre-calc for the third time, despite the fact my parents are the worst at math.

I placed my earbuds in my ears, and loudly played my music, walking to my final period, English 11. Even though I loved writing, I hated English class. The class was very easy, but it was very difficult to pay attention when he sat adjacent to me, on my right, and we both sat near the back of Mrs. Ritter’s dusty but large, classroom. And additionally, Mrs. Ritter is a complete and total bitch.

Michael Clifford. No one really knows who he is, he’s not like the all-star of the football team, he only has a small circle of friends. Most of the attention he recieves is stares, at his flaming red hair, and the black eyebrow piercing.

I’ve had a crush on him for only about a month now, but I’ve never made the effort to talk to him. His music taste is phenomenal, and similar to mine from what I can tell. He wears band shirts practically every other day, and he’s never repeated one of the shirts.

As soon as I made it to Mrs. Ritter’s class, I sat in my usual seat, with 4 more minutes to spare before the bell rings. I nodded along to my music while taking out my English notebook, and heard someone faintly talking to me while I was checking the time on my phone.

I pulled out my earbud and turned around, my phone in both of my hands on the desk. “Huh?” I said, as I now face Michael. My heart begins to thump.

“You like My Chem?” He said smiling, pointing to my phone.

I felt my face blush and burn up. “Oh! Uh, yeah, Iove them.” I smiled back nervously. “I love All Time Low, too.” I said, referring to his shirt.

“Well damn,” Michael chuckled, setting his books down onto his desk, and leaning onto his chair. “We definitely need to talk about music.”

“Definitely,” I said, as the bell rang.

“OK, everyone take out their homework,”
Mrs. Ritter began. “I will be coming around to check it.”

“God fucking damn it!” I muttered to myself, furiously searching through my bag for the Grammar Packet she’d assigned us.

“’Sa matter? Didn’t do the homework?” Michael smirked.

I glared at him, setting my bag back down on the floor. “No, I did, I just don’t have it with me.”

“Tisk tisk, you know what the old bat’s policy is. No homework equals a detention.”

I smiled, playfully rolling my eyes. “Like you did it either.”

Before Michael could respond, Mrs. Ritter interrupted. “(Y/N), where’s your homework? And Michael, you didn’t do it again, of course.”

“I don’t have mine.” I stated, as she checked our names on her list.

“Very well, detention for both of you. You’ll stay after class.” She instructed sternly.

I sighed loudly in frustration. I guess I’d be considered a “goody goody,” because I’ve never had a detention, suspension, I always did my homework, and so on. As you can imagine, my parents are going to kill me when the find out I have detention.

“Don’t worry,” Michael said, interrupting my thoughts. “I’ll make detention fun.” He winked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as I turned crimson red from his sexual joke, and avoided eye contact. Was his joke serious? No one had ever talked to me this way.

“Let’s see,” Mrs. Ritter anounced, looking down at her clipboard through her bifocals. “We will go over the packet but first, Clifford, (Y/L/N), you’ll go out in the hallway. No talking. Each of you get one of the packets on that desk on your way out.” She said.

Relucantly, I made my way out of the classroom as Michael followed behind me, and we each grabbed one of the packets. The packet was at least 5 pages long, and there was about 20 questions on each page. I sighed in annoyance, that I had to complete this again, even though I had done this last night.

But, I was happy I was finally talking to Michael, despite the fact I got really nervous, probably due to the general anxiety I got around males, since I’d been so inexperienced.

I sat down on the cold tiled floor, leaning against the lockers.

Shortly after, Michael came out, with both of our backpacks, and I looked at him with my one eyebrow cocked in confusion.

“Why did you get our bags?” I questioned.

“Because,” he said, holding his hand out for me. “Stand up. We’re leaving.”

I took his hand(which was very nice and soft) standing up, and took my bag from his other hand. “No, no, no, we can’t! We have detention!” I exclaimed in a low voice. “We’ll just get a suspension or something worse.” I let go of his hand, reluctantly.

“Okay, fine.” Michael said, setting his black backpack down on the floor, unzipping it. He then pulled out a black cube-shaped lunch box, then pulled out a bottle filled with a mysterious-looking concoction. “Take this, and dump some of it into a bathroom stall, don’t flush it. I’ll go in and tell Mrs. Ritter, you’ll go to the nurse, you’ll be sent home.“ He handed me the bottle.

"But, what the hell is in this?” I looked at it, disgusted.

“Oh, it’s just a smoothie, from lunch; but it looks like vomit so it’ll be fine. Now, run to the bathroom, remember that there’s cameras.” He reminded me.

“Right.”

I ran down to the bathroom at the end of the hallway on the right corner. Luckily when I entered, there’d been no one in the bathroom.

I smiled to myself. I’m amused that Michael was pulling this off and thought of this little scheme just to hang out with me.

I poured the smoothie into the bathroom stall, and dipped my finger in the water bottle, and smeared some on my sweatshirt. I came back out with my hand on my stomach, and walked back towards Michael, where he had been standing with Mrs. Ritter.

“Oh my, (Y/N), I hope you get better. Michael, why don’t you go with her and take the waste bin right there to make sure she makes it to the nurse okay?” Mrs. Ritter said, actually sounding concerned.

“Will do, Ma’am.”

Despite the fact there’d only been about an hour left in the day, the nurse sent me home, and told me I would make up my detention on Monday. Michael waited in the small waiting area for me.

“Is your mother busy?” She asked me, while I stood in the waiting room with my backpack over my shoulder, and my “puke”-stained sweatshirt in a plastic bag. I looked at Michael and he nodded his head.

“Uh, yeah, she’s working and so is my dad,” I looked at Michael for the follow-up. He pointed at himself. “Could my friend here Michael just drop me off?” Michael grinned.

“I guess that’d be fine. You both never get into trouble, you’ll be okay.” She smiled. “Don’t get detention again. I’ll let Mrs. Ritter know to change your detentions to Monday.” Miss Smith joked.

Michael led me out the door, opening and closing it behind me. “Holy shit, that was awesome. You’re really smart.” I laughed, as we walked to his car.

“Where are we going, though?” I questioned, buckling myself into his black Corrolla.

“Well, it’s,” he turned the keys into the ignition and waited for the blue digital letters on the radio to appear. “2:15, so it’ll be a ten minute drive to my house, so we can just hang there until the time schooled to be over, I’ll drop you off, no one will know what happened. Simple.”

“I see.” I responded, with a nervous laugh. I was hanging out with someone really attractive, with really good music taste, who has their own car, and got me out of detention(for now). How could this get much better?

The next few minutes were silent, but not awkward. The local rock station was on, but neither of us had seem to recognize the song.

Unexpectedly, Michael swerved harshly to the right into Wendy’s. “Jesus fucking Christ, Michael!”

“I’m sorry! We have to go here.” He replied, pulling up to the speaker in the Drive-Thru. I only heard the muffle of the worker speaking. “Yeah, we’ll take two Junior Chocolate Frostys.”

“That’s why we have to go here?” I laughed, while he pulled up to the next window.

“Of course.” He replied handing the girl two dollars. “You like Frostys, right?”

“Who doesn’t?”

“Exactly!” He agreed, taking the two Frostys from the girl’s hands. “Thank you.” He replied to her, handing me a Frosty.

“Thanks for buying me one.” I thanked him, setting my Frosty in the second cup holder. Surprisingly, his house had been only across the street in the housing development.

He pulled up into the driveway, unbuckling and grabbing his keys from the ignition and his Frosty. I mimicked his actions, following behind him and up onto the stairs as he unlocked his house. I missed the third step and tumbled backwards, my Frosty splattering across the concrete, and onto me. “God damnit!” I yelled, sitting up, as Michael ran down to me.

“Christ (Y/N),” He pulled me up, holding my forearms. “Are you okay?”

“I guess.” I sighed. “I knew something’d go wrong.” I forced a smile.

“Oh, (Y/N), come in, I’ll get you some fresh clothes, wait here.” He said, jogging up the staircase to his bedroom.

I took the time to look around at the photos hanging in his dining room, which was the first room to enter in his house. You can tell from the photos he has no siblings. The one photo is him with black hair with a teal blue stripe, and his arms are wrapped around his happy, smiling mother. I don’t see any pictures of a dad, so I assume his dad has abandoned him, or maybe died.

The one photo right next to that struck to me the most. In this picture, the bottom left corner is dated 2014, and his hair is lavender. There’s four boys in the picture, one with black hair, one with shaggy brown hair, and another attractive boy with a lip ring and blonde hair, and they all have their arms around each other’s shoulders.

I can also tell from all of the photos on his wall that he’s dyed his hair a lot.

“Oh, those are my best friends.” Michael said from behind me, and I gasped and turned around to face him. I hadn’t even heard him come down the stairs. “Here, you can go change in the bathroom over there.” He said, pointing me in the direction of it.

I locked the bathroom door behind me, then looked at myself in the mirror. I’d been covered in chocolate ice cream, but luckily my hair remained only touched slightly by it. I was wearing a sweater and jeans, so my skin remained unaffected. Unfortunately, my Vans had been caked in it, but I’d wash them when I returned home.

I slipped off my jeans and slid into the baggy black sweatpants Michael gave me. Luckily they had a drawstring, so they fit around my waist accordingly. Next, I slid on the shirt he gave me.

It was a My Chemical Romance shirt.

I left my Frosty-covered clothes in the bathtub, as Michael mentioned I could just leave them there.

“Nice shirt you gave me.” I commented, walking out of the bathroom. I watched Michael eye me up and down before gulping. I recognized that form of behavior, as I had practiced it all the time. He was anxious. Was it about me? He eyed me up but did that mean anything?

He took a spoonful of Frosty. “I thought you’d like it. Let’s go up to my room, I have a bluetooth radio in there.” He went up the stairs and I scurried behind him. Since his legs were very long compared to my stubby ones, he made it up into his room before I did.

Once I arrived to his room which was only shortly after him, he was on his iPhone. I sat down on his bed, which his bed was surprisingly made, and everything was tidy. Seems unusual for a teenage boy.

He put down his phone and adjusted the volume, and I immediately recognized what we were listening to. It was Vampire Money by My Chem.

“How about you, Mikey?” I said, repeating the line from the beginning of the song, as he sat down next to me.

“Fuckin’ ready.” He stared at me, and bit his lower lip. I felt my heart rate increase.

“Well I think I’m alright.” I responded.
My body felt like it was on fire.

“May I kiss you?”

I swallowed. “Um, but…I’ve…I’ve…never…yes.” I spat out.

“Oh, (Y/N), Michael tucked my hair behind my ear. Instinctively, my eyes fluttered shut, as he leaned in.

"3-2-1, we came to fuck,” Gerard sang, as Michael’s lips touched mine.

The way his kiss felt was indescribable. It was almost as if there was an electricity flow between our lips. I followed Michael’s lead, moving my lips against his. We both came back up for breath. His pupils were widely dilated, as his forehead was pressed against mine. “Tell me if we go too far.” He muttered against me. I nodded.

He pecked my lips once more before peppering kisses from my chin down to my jawline, and down along random places along my neck. I locked my fingers into his hair, enjoying how good it felt. Once his lips made it to the middle of my collarbones, I let out an involuntary soft moan, and I was surprised and a little embarrased of myself.

He came back up to my face level, nothing but lust and desire in his eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful, (Y/N).” He murmured. “Can I take these off? He said, referring to my clothes. “Please.” I said back.

He gently pulled my shirt over my head, now leaving my torso half-exposed. “Fuck.” He bit his lip again. He gently laid me back, my lower legs hanging over the edge. I lifted up my hips and he slid the sweatpants down onto the floor. He then stripped off his tight skinny jeans, kicking off his combat boots as well.

I became more nervous at this point. I knew about sex, after all the internet does exist. But, I was still unsure of what to expect next. Michael quickly stripped his shirt off, and I looked up at him in awe. His body was perfect in an odd way. He didn’t have rock hard abs, but I still admired it.

I could feel a rush down to my core, as Michael hovered over me. “What do you want me to do?” He seductively asked, I could feel his hot breath.

“T-Touch me.” I muttered in an almost-whisper.

Although it wasn’t specific, he knelt down at the edge of the bed, grasping my thighs and scooting me closer with him.

He began by kissing up my left leg, slowly spreading kisses up to my thighs. “Michael,” I moaned, wanting him to do more.

His hot breath fanned over my pussy, making another rush of wetness come to my core. At last, he hooked his fingers in my underwear, and slid them down, discarding them with the rest of my clothing.

He placed my thighs around his neck, and looked up at me for final assurance. I nodded vigorously in anticipation.

“Babe, you’re soaking wet. We’ve only just started.” He murmured.

I bit my lip. “Please, Michael.”

Deliberately after my plead, I felt the pad of his tongue press against my slit. I let out the mixture between a moan and a gasp. It was a foreign but amazing feeling. His tongue darted around my opening, then up to my clit, gently licking it. “Oh, Michael.” I moaned, grasping the locks of his hair tightly. He responded positively, and moaned against me, and I felt the vibrations course through my center.

“Michael, I-I’m gonna–” I warned
him, but his tongue then plunged into my center, rapidly moving, and his hand came up to my clit, and he looked up at me.

I began to buck my hips against him, trying to get the most pressure on my core as possible. He rubbed my clit even faster, and I felt myself climax while in a state of pure euphoria.

I then relaxed down on the bed, breathing heavily out of exhaustion. Michael then stood up and my mouth gaped open at the sight.

His dick was fully erect in his black boxers.

He laid down on the bed, next to me. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me in slight horror.

“Your…” I trailed off, pointing at his bulge. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to…” He trailed off.

“I want to.” I reached down into his boxers, and grabbed ahold of his stiff dick. I began to move my hand up and down his shaft, my face a mere inch from his, as I watched him sigh in pleasure, his eyes hooded.

“Faster, please.” He moaned. He was in his most vunerable state yet, and I was the one making him feel like this. I began to pump him faster, and gripping slighly harder.

“Fuck!” He almost yelled, and I felt him twitch within my hand. “I’m gonna come.” He grunted, now coated in perspiration. I was now sliding my hand down his cock even faster, and I felt another twitch and his cum spurted straight up in his underwear. Iand out of his underwear.

After he recovered from his climax, he spoke; “Oh my god, no one’s ever made me come that hard and fast.” He bit his lip.

I blushed, unsure of what to say. I’m Not Okay was playing in the background, as we both laid there. “(Y/N)?” He sat up.

“Yeah?” I responded, sitting up with him.

“I…” He had trouble searching for the right words. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing. Would you like to… maybe do something a little more romantic, like a date? OK, (Y/N), would you be interested in pursuing this relationship and go out on a date with me?”

“I’d very much like that.” I smiled. “Are you counting detention on Monday as a date?”