Classroom Drama

Zaddy (Mickle the Pickle x Princetencio !crack!)

while Princetencio was writing his french test, he suddenly had the feeling he was being watched. He whipped his head around, only to meet the intense gaze of none other than Mickle the Pickle, the biggest player in the school, and a member of Princetencio's friend group, "the alphas." as Princetencio continued to gaze into Mickle's shit-brown orbs, he began to melt under his intense gaze - that was, until Mickle broke the silence between them.

"hey bro, what's the answer for question 6?"

Mickle whisper-screamed at Princetencio. to be honest, Mickle the Pickle was never that bright, and although Princetencio was fairly competent, he was still annoying and didn't usually make use of his competence.

"i think it's <<Samuel de Cartier.>>"

Princetencio responded. why was his heart pacing everytime he gazed into those big bug-eyes? why was he admiring the way the light clawed it's way into the classroom at such an early time in the morning and hit Mickle the Pickle's fresh buzzcut while simultaneously shining into the eyes of the rest of his classmates, (temporarily blinding them and wasting the time they had to finish their tests.)

Princetencio knew what he was feeling, he's fallen for Mickle the Pickle. he should probably tell Mickle about it after class.

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"Mickle- wait, i need to talk to you."

"oh? i wanted to talk to you too, but you go first."

Princetencio gulped, why was he so feeling nervous right now? It doesn't matter, he should just spit it out, right?

"i- i love you Mickle!!!"

Mickle's thick unibrow furrowed.

"um, okay. I wanted to talk to you about my test. you gave me the wrong answer."

Mickle crossed his arms infront of his chest, flexing the (non-existent) muscles he's gained after playing (and sucking at) basketball. Princetencio trembled with fear, but even while feeling so scared, he had to hide his true feelings because that's what society teaches men these days. So he puffed up his chest and offered a snarky comment:

"well, it's not my fault you're stupid enough to beg for the answers, is it?"

this pissed off Mickle to the point where he grabbed Princetencio by the collar of his shirt and shoved him into the wall.

"what did you say to me, nerd?"

Princetencio whimpered under Mickle's firm grip, ready to start begging for his life.

"i- i'm sorry daddy!~"

Mickle's ears perked up at these words.

"daddy, eh? you like this, don't you? you've been a naughty boy."

Mickle lowered his voice and leaned forward, his lips nearly touching Princetencio's. Princetencio was panting, inhaling the aroma of Mickle hot and steamy breath. the smell of shit matched the shitty color of his eyes, in fact, most people even say Mickle's full of shit. Princetencio could feel the pure sigma energy radiating off of Mickle, and he knew he was in trouble when he noticed that Mickle the Pickle's performing the secret mewing techniques used for only special occassions to assert dominance. oh boy, Princetencio was worried now, and rightfully so.

~~~To be continued~~~

A/N: okay, i cringed so hard while writing this. this isn't even crack, this is just... i can't even label this shit, i deeply disappointed myself while writing this shit. i will write more of this ship, but i swear i'm not this cringe. i had to search within the deepest crevices of gen alpha to get my hands on some of this cringy shit. anyways, idk what to do for next chapter so feel free to give me ideas if you want.

maybe smut. /hj

a n y w a y s , 

byeee :)