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deliciousscaloppine · 4 years

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From the subverted tropes prompt list by @megalodont, nieyao for @irleughlivelyatalanteangodfan - this bit is also the latest chapter from QINGHE HAREM STORIES

21. Finding their diary where they’ve written about you.

Huaisang didn't know a person could suffer this much. His muscles ached, his joints creaked, the sweat poured down his face in rivulets. He had been pushed at the limit of human endurance and then some.

"When is this torment going to end?!" he shouted at the heavens.

"Young master, you are just standing there." his personal trainer said.

"Under the sun!" said Huaisang. "I am going to die of heat exhaustion."

"It's November. It's quite cold actually."

Twenty minutes into gruelling evasion and avoidance, his personal trainer had finally given up and released him - and they called this woman a professional!

The physical exercise of nagging however, had riled him up for action. It was in moments like these when a boy should prove himself a man. If he needed new clothes, he would have to just go out and get them. And if Dage refused to pay, he should be forced to.

Huaisang would prove himself a man true in the political arena of Unclean Realm. His brother would learn to respect him as a force to be reckoned with. And even if Huaisang had to use underhanded means to achieve what he knew was the best course of action, then so be it. Men strong-arm their way into greatness.

Extortion and blackmail would be his saber. And he would use it to cut down Nie Mingjue's responsible fiscal management.

For this reason, he would have to gain access to an item of intimate value. His Dage's journal! If some illicit dalliance took place between his brother and Meng Yao, that would be quite the scandal. Dage would have no choice but to pay to silence him.

Huaisang crept into his brother's abandoned bedroom and rummaged through a dresser, until he found the soft leather bound diary. He opened the page to the most recent entry and read:

08:00 Woke up and brushed my teeth. Had a very light breakfast with a calming tea. Meng Yao offered me a cold compress and I accepted it gladly. Note to self: Get Meng Yao a cozy square pillow. Giving me cold compresses on his knees, must be uncomfortable for such a dainty young man.

09:00 Supervised training in the courtyard after being informed of daily matters of import at court. Note to self: New disciples look pretty uncoordinated, perhaps we should start them off with lighter sabers. Returned to my rooms for my seal, Meng Yao was there. I offered him a cold compress of my own. He works so hard for the betterment of the Qinghe Nie, he more than deserves it.

10:00 Sect Leader Yao wants to see me for something. Is this how criminals on death row feel like? If so, must revise those petitions for the abolition of the death penalty.

11:00 Finished the meeting with Sect Leader Yao. I was so frustrated, I thought I would burst. Thankfully Meng Yao was there to offer me a cold compress. I could not not reciprocate. I love it when it's just me and him, giving each other cold compresses as if there is no one else in the world but us. It makes me happy.

Huaisang blew air through his nose exasperated. There was not one incriminating thing here, just the particulars of his brother's day and Meng Yao giving him cold compresses. Huaisang continued to read.

11:08 Huaisang, I've just been informed by a third party that you might be reading my journal to keep yourself updated on my moods. You are not getting any more money for clothes and that's it. Now stop reading my journal and go schedule some saber practice for early tomorrow morning. I am spending enough money already getting you a personal trainer. Do me the courtesy of actually sitting through her lessons.

Huaisang closed the journal as if he had been caught red-handed.

“Dage is getting really smart. That can't be a coincidence.” He said to himself.

He returned Dage's journal to where he found it and moved to the other side of the courtyard carefully so as not to pass in front of the entrance of Blade's Hall, where his brother and Meng Yao were having a light lunch and then some more cold compresses according to the journal. His brother's joints must have been in a really bad state from all that saber practice.

Huaisang entered Meng Yao's room from the window. It smelled faintly of pine needles and freshly-chopped wood, which was his brother's favorite scented candle.

Walking on the tips of his toes he approached Meng Yao's bed, and searched underneath the pillow for the other little book of import. He removed the strand of hair that Meng Yao used to see if anyone was going through his things while he was gone, and began reading last night's entry:

Dear diary,

We are expecting some important guests from Lotus Pier shortly. For this reason I asked he who must not be named to have some of the new disciples move the sword stands to make room for the reception. If you can believe the nerve, he told me it was not my job to arrange the force, and that if I wanted to move the sword stands then I should do it myself, because my job was to clean the house.

I managed not to say anything, but I had some very violent visions. I liked in particular the one where I was bathing naked in his spilled blood. I looked really sexy. Of course these are only impotent fantasies and not indicators of any real desire to harm the man. My true nature unfortunately is passive and demure as befitting of the station and prospects of a humble servant. Once more I must bow my head to these insults, smile kindly and plot bloody revenge...in my mind and mind only.

Huaisang, if you are reading this, I know your brother wants you to practice with the saber. Don't bother looking for it in your room. I've left it to the cleaner's. It was not dirty, but it had developed rust due to not being used. You are welcome.

P.S: Please stop pestering your brother about new clothes. Come see me after saber practice for that. I know a guy.

#nieyao #nie mingjue #meng yao #nie huaisang #qinghe harem stories

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mattygraygubler · 5 years

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our campus: chapter 2 (tom holland fanfic)

summary: frat!tom and reader go to the same college and y/n is tasked with being his tutor, they don’t really get along at first (because i love reader and tom hating each other trope)

warnings: none???

word count: 2.3k

a/n: bold is texts, any ***s refer to the footnote at the end of the chapter, this one is a shit ton of dialogue and texts, sorry bout it

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“Drink some green juice, Y/N,” Isabelle said, handing you a to go cup from Jamba Juice. Isabelle never drank enough to have a bad hangover, so when you all slept in on Sunday, she went out to get hangover cures. After two nights of parties, it was insane that she was still completely fine.

You had a queen size inflatable mattress on your floor, so the four of you were able to sleep as comfortably as possible in a not-so-large dorm room. You complained for a while at first, saying you should have just gotten an apartment, but it was too late. Next year.

“Y’all wanna go to starbs and study?” Emily asked. Ally groaned, putting her head under her pillow.

“No. I gotta shower and then eventually go to a theater thing.” She responded, slightly muffled.

“I am also going to shower, and then try to do some of my justice and law readings and then I have to go tutor that Thomas kid.” “Ooooo please text updates!” “Emily, it is literally like tutoring anyone else, I really doubt he’s cute.” You responded. “Whatever,” she said with a smile. Your friends filed out and you took your time with a long shower.

When you got out, you realized it was already 2:30, and most of the day was gone. You put on some ripped black jeans and a shirt from urban outfitters, quickly did some makeup, threw on your sneakers and were out the door, headed to the library.

“Y/N!” You heard the second you walked into the library.

“Hi Kyle,” You said and smiled as he fell into step with you.

“We missed you this weekend,” he said, referring to his fraternity, delta chi’s party.

“Sorry, I was outvoted.” You said with a small smile. Kyle was a hottie, but incredibly bright. You befriended each other in a math class freshman year, he invited you to dchi parties, and you were now on the short list to be their sweetheart.*

“Well don’t get out voted next time! C’mon, if Jamie is sweetheart I’ll die, and if you don’t come to parties, we can’t elect you sweetheart.” Jamie had broken Kyle’s heart at the end of freshman year, and her, along with one other girl were also contending to be sweetheart.

“Ugh you drive me insane.” You responded, rubbing your temples.

“In the best way,” he said and kissed your forehead before walking to the back of the lib.

You had reached the glass doors to the honor’s lab, basically a wing of the library where honors students studied and hung out in between classes, during meals, whenever. It had “Honors College” written across the doors in black painted letters.

You pushed open the doors, saying hi to people as you walked towards an empty table. You took a seat facing the doors, so you could see anyone who didn’t belong.

It was an honor system, no one would be penalized if they tried to sit in the honors lab without being apart of the honors college, but you would get a lot of incredibly nasty looks from some very smart kids. It only happened during fraternity pledge season, when frat boys were hazed and dared to do stupid shit, like have a sit-in in the honors lab.

There weren’t a ton of kids in the honors college, so you all formed sort of a little family. Everyone got along (for the most part), and helped out with difficult assignments.

Pretty soon, you were encompassed in your law readings, not fully catching on why Fear v. Minnesota was so important.

“So what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a dump like this?” You heard a british voice ask. You looked up to see a boy with brown eyes and slightly curly hair leaning on the table. Clearly attempting to put the moves on you.

“Dump?” You asked.

“You heard me, baby,” he said.

“Well it is very clear that you are not a member of the honors college-”

“And you are?” He asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

“I am, yes.” He became red.

“I’m Y/N, I don’t care what your name is, but unless you have a reason to be here, I’d leave before Paul pummels the shit out of you.” You said. You nodded your head to the left, where Paul and two sophomores were standing, arms crossed, clearly incredibly upset that this outsider was here.

“Wait, did you say your name was Y/N?” He said, looking back at you.

“Yes…”

“I’m Tom.” You looked confused. “Holland? You’re supposed to tutor me?” Your eyes widened with the realization.

“Thomas,” you muttered. He laughed.

“Darling, the only times I hear that are when a professor is calling on me, or a girl is yelling my name in bed.”

Ok, who the fuck was this kid?

“I’m gonna move on from that sentence.” You said and gestured to the seat across from you. A text popped up on your phone, in the honors college junior’s group chat.

hc* jnrs ⋛

Paul

Ok who the fuck let tom holland in here

Jessie

he’d need at least triple the amount of brain cells he has to just find the doors

You actively laughed out loud at that text and looked at jessie, who was now standing with Paul. Paul laughed as he waved to you, and Jessie just winked.

“Something funny?” He asked as he pulled his laptop out.

“Just a funny text. You can put that away and grab your notebooks, by the way.” You said as you texted back.

You

gronk asked me to tutor him

what’s the big deal? you guys know him?

Lindsay

i’m sorry im home rn, did someone say tom holland?

Paul

Y/N’s tutoring him so he came into hlab, didnt realize she was his tutor, and hit on her

Leila

LMAOOOOO

Jake

THOLLAND IN THE HLAB IM SHITTING MYSELF

Lindsay

he hit on Y/N? poor bastard doesnt know what hes in for

You

do you guys know something about this kid i dont?

You finally looked up from your phone to see Tom sitting there, empty handed, staring at you.

“Where’s your notebooks?” You ask.

“Uhm, I don’t have any. I just use my laptop.”

“Ok your homework tonight is going out and getting notebooks for all your classes.”

“Really? You’re giving me homework?” You raised your eyebrows.

“When I tutor kids,” he winced when you said kids, “I have some ground rules. You break a rule, I stop tutoring you. No second chances, no redos. Got it?” “Got it.” He said, holding back a smile.

“Something funny?” “No, no, please, tell me about these rules. I must warn you, I have always been a rule breaker.” He winked and you simply rolled your eyes.

“This isn’t a game, Holland.” You said. The smile left his face. “Rule one is you follow all the rules. Rule two, if you break a rule, we’re done, no exceptions. Rule three, if I give you homework, you do it. Rule four don’t be late. And finally, I am adding a rule five just for you.” You said, writing each rule down on a piece of paper which you handed to him. He laughed.

“Problem?” You asked.

“I’ve never had a woman…”

“What? Reject you before?” He was obviously referring to rule five, which was do not hit on me ever again.

“Listen, darling, I was just surprised is all. I didn’t expect someone so beautiful to be part of the nerd brigade.”

“Do I need to add another rule about you not making fun of my friends?”

“No, no, I apologize.” He said with that cocky grin still on his face.

“Pull out your planner.” You said.

“My what?”

“Right, you’re a brit. Pull out your diary.”

“Oh I don’t use one, sweetheart. Got this great thing up here,” he said, tapping his head. “Keeps everything sorted out.”

“Well clearly that’s not true or you wouldn’t be missing assignments.” He shrugged.

“I didn’t forget about them, just chose not to do them.” “So your story is that you’re choosing to fail your classes and risk expulsion?” He just shrugged again.

You pulled out a notepad and started a list.

Buy notebooks for every class

Download a planner (diary) app on your computer

Make a list of all assignments (including readings) due within the next week

“I’m going to need a copy of your schedule.”

“You know, babe, usually we schedule the date after I ask you out.”

“Look at you, five minutes in and you’ve already broken rule five.”

“You can’t honestly expect me to follow rule five when you’re this attractive.” You gave him a cold stare, and started packing up your stuff.

“Wait, wait, Y/N, I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do it again.” You paused and raised your eyebrows dangerously at him. “Correction, I won’t do it again.”

“Good. Now I want a copy of your schedule and syllabi. What’s your schedule like tomorrow?”

“I have rehearsal until nine. After that I’m all yours.”

“I have a sorority event until nine, you can meet me here at nine fifteen.”

“You’re in a sorority?”

“You’re surprised?” You asked.

“Which one?”

“Delta Nu*.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. Why are you so surprised?”

“That’s, like, the highest tier on campus.”

“Sororities aren’t a hierarchy, anyone who tells you different is fucking with you.” You said as you gathered your stuff. You didn’t have time for his anti-panhellenic bullshit.

“Hlab. Tomorrow. Nine. Don’t be late, and do your homework.” You said. “Oh, one more thing.” You handed him your phone, opening up a new contact. He raised his eyebrows, and you raised yours back, daring him to make a comment. He didn’t simply handed you his phone so you could enter your information.

You walked straight out of the lib, leaving Tom in your wake. Kyle saw you leaving, gathered up his stuff and shouted “Y/N! Hey, wait up!” You paused, waiting for him to catch up.

“Can I walk you home?”

“You don’t have to do that, Ky.”

“I want to. I was just about to leave anyway.” You smiled as you and Kyle left the library, headed across the quad towards the junior dorms.

It was a short walk before you reached your dorm, Kyle heading to Heart Hall directly next to your building.

“See you tomorrow?” he asked. You smiled and waved.

Once you were back in your room, you paused realizing you had nearly twenty missed texts.

♡girly girls♡

Y/N we need to know his last name so i can get the dirt on the right person

and Y/N i need to know RIGHT THIS SECOND if he was cute

guys shes still tutoring her, let her phone be and she’ll facetime us later and answer all your dumb questions

You replied, saying you were tired and you would meet them for lunch in the cafeteria in your building like usual.

hc jnrs ⋛

Jake

How has Y/N not heard of him shes in a diff frat every weekend

Cassy

Jake please tell me i didnt just detect judgement in your jargon

Jake

Cassy please tell me you didnt just use jargon in a text message

Jessie

jake does make a good point im shocked Y/N doesnt know about him

Leila

WHATEVS I NEED AN UPDATE

Is she still with him/???

Jessie

Yup but she looks like shes about to punch him

Paul

If she doesnt, i will

Jessie

shush paul girl can take care of herself

ok looks like shes packing up

Leila

Y/N!! i NEED an update

You

i have not heard of him, no

whats his deal? besides being incredibly flirty and not reading my vibes, like, at all

Jessie

rumor has it he gave all the phi alpha’s chlamydia

Julia

as a proud phi alpha i just wanna drop in and say that he did fuck quite a few of us, but he gave none of us (and none of us have) chlamydia

Jessie

he def gave someone chlamydia tho

Paul

id believe it. hes a massive scumbag

Cassy

a HOT massive scumbag

Jake

-_-

Cassy

everyone in delt is hot

You

wait a sec, did you say hes in delt?!?!

max please confirm

Max

yeah hes in delt with me, so is that other brit that he came over here with us

Cassy

Harry!!!!!!!

Max

harrison**

Y/N

wait harrison? i think he knows my friend emily

Max

well its not a huge campus, and emily does know everyone

Jessie

wait Y/N what was he like

You

an asshole. im debating telling gronk i dont have time to tutor him

Julia

that wouldnt be very hc of you….

You

whatevs. Im finishing this near v minnesota reading then passing out. see you guys tomorrow

Jessie

KISSES!!!

Paul

you know jessie theres these awesome things call emojis

Cassy

paul do u ever stfu

It wasn’t until you caught up with both group chats that you realized you still had unread messages.

Tom Holland

is that your bf???

hes cute

didnt peg you for the monogomous type

hes in a frat right??

why arent u answering? too busy with ya boy 👀👀👀

You

do you bother all girls with annoying questions? not a cute look

Tom Holland

no such thing as a “not cute look” on me darling

you didn’t answer my question

It was at that point that you turned your alarms on, turned your phone on do not disturb, and plugged it in. Before long you were in bed, hoping for more sleep than you’ve gotten the past couple nights.

*A sweetheart is a girl who is friends with all the boys in the fraternity, always goes to their parties, and acts kind of like a “mom”ish figure in a lot of their lives. Normally they’re a junior or senior and serve for one year. They’re essentially the female face of the frat. For a better definition click here.

*delta nu is not an actual sorority, i didnt want to alienate any orgs (i am a proud member of greek life if you couldnt tell) so i just used the fake one from legally blonde

*hc stands for honors college

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfiction #frat!tom

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hotchnerfuckmeup · 7 years

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Update - 10/02/17

Hey guys. I’m here, I’m alive, I’m okay.

Well, not totally okay, but I’ll get to that in a moment.

I just thought I would drop in with an update on where I’m at emotionally, mentally and physically. But first I would like to thank the few of you who have stopped by my messages/ask box/other things to check up on me. I’m so grateful to have made the friends on here that I have, and I’m so amazed at the amount of love I have received in my absence.

Side note, as I was gone, I reached 3.000 followers. Just wow. Even in my absence, I managed to gain such a following and I honestly can’t believe it. If I could tell you guys how thankful I am to have you, I would, but really, there are no words. Just thank you.

Alright, so physically I am okay. I’ve been trying to put myself on a diet and I’m trying to find time in my schedule to create a workout routine. Eating healthy and healthy living will overall help with my depression, so that’s really what I’m going for. Once I get to it and really commit, I have a feeling I will be up for writing again, and that excites me more than anything!

Mentally, I’m doing fine. I’ve been better, but I’m doing fine.

(Read more is for a rant about why I am totally and utterly not okay. Honestly it can be ignored, but I needed to get it off my chest. It also contains triggering topics, so don’t read if you are triggered by depression or suicide)

Emotionally, I’m really not okay at all. My best friend (this year was our 13th year together), has decided not to be my friend anymore. I have asked her whether or not she was mad at me for anything and she simply said no and ended the conversation. I haven’t heard from her since. I’m not the type of person to confront their problems, so I’ve just tried to ignore it and sat back, hoping and waiting to hear from her again. She has made no effort to contact me or even check on me to see if I’m okay. At one point, I even texted her to tell her that I was at the lowest point I’ve ever been in my life. I had numerous panic attacks a day and I kept crying myself to sleep, honestly it was the worst I’ve ever felt in my 20 years of living, and do you want to know what she said to me?

She told me she was sorry, that she would pray for me and that she hopes I get better. She didn’t offer help, she didn’t offer advice, she didn’t do anything but shrug me off and move on. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about whether or not she would miss me if I was gone tomorrow. I wondered if she would care.

I haven’t spoken to her in weeks, and I still have absolutely no idea why she decided not to be my friend anymore and all I can wonder is what is so wrong with me that she decided to drop me out of nowhere.

I honest to god felt like I was worthless and meant nothing to her. And I basically told her that without using those exact words, and she pretended like it was nothing.

So that’s why I’m gone right now, and it’s been stuck on my chest for weeks now and I just needed to get this all out. If there was a way I could tell her how much she destroyed me, I would, and I would hope she would offer a real solution rather than an apology and a prayer. Because that does nothing. If she’s been praying for me, it hasn’t been working, because I’m still sitting here in my misery.

That’s another thing, I don’t want to tell her all this because I sound so fucking selfish. How am I supposed to admit all this without sounding like a brat who thinks she doesn’t deserve to be this unhappy? She will hate me even more than I already assume she does because I sound fucking entitled and like I’m the only one in the world with problems.

Sorry for jumping off topic (if anyone is even reading this), but the news of Vegas absolutely broke me. I saw pictures and videos and I started crying in the middle of work because it literally broke my heart. If you are in Vegas, please donate blood or tell others to donate blood, or really anything you can do to help save the lives that were injured. And to anyone who lost someone in the tragedy that happened last night, my heart is with you right now and your families. I can’t fathom a life without my loved ones and it breaks me to know that there are people in this world that sit back thinking it’s okay to take the lives of innocent people. I will be here for anyone who wants to talk about it, even if the attack didn’t affect you personally. Please stay as safe as possible and please let me know if there is anything any of you need.

Anyways, so yeah, that’s the big reason I haven’t returned to tumblr. Right before that all happened, I started writing again but stopped when my depression and anxiety basically climaxed. Then I opened up to my best friend about it and she shrugged me off. And just when I didn’t think my depression and anxiety could get any worse, it did. And I was broken. I still am. But I am trying to heal myself, and I will sit here hoping that I will at least get closure for why I am not good enough to be her friend.

It just sucks that the one person who has literally kept me alive in the past no longer exists in my life, and I don’t know why. When I first had a depressive episode, I wouldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I had suicidal thoughts. She was the only person that did something about it. Before I thought about hurting myself, she went to my parents and made sure they knew what was going on

I’m alive because of her. And now, I’m broken because of her.

I can’t go on about this anymore without crying, so I’m going to stop here. This is just something that has been on my shoulders for weeks and only my diary has seen the words that are now written above. If there is anyone who read this, thank you for you time, and just know that I’m okay.

And again, if there is anything, literally anything, any of you need, please let me know. I’m here. I always want to be here.

I love you all. Thank you.

Ashley

#personal #just some thoughts #an update on my life #triggering content below the cut

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closethead9-blog · 5 years

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June 12th, 2019 Making The Time

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#veggies Pan prepared sweet potatoes, yellow bell pepper, and red onion- prepared with olive oil cooking spray. #sidedish #simplecooking This is two servings- one for dinner, and another for tomorrow. 190 calories per serving. #dailypractice #foodplan pic.twitter.com/wc4pUhvG9z

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#whatsfordinner 6.9oz petite sirloin with a side of pan prepared diced sweet potato (175g), yellow bell pepper (45g), and red onions (65g)- prepared with olive oil cooking spray (approx.4second spray). 190 cal for side dish, 537 calories total. #simplecooking #dailypractice #foodplan #whatilike

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