#i also emailed my professor to ask for an extension on my assignment and he said sure and asked how long i needed

[supercantaloupe]

my roommates said they're gonna get tickets to sound of music next friday and one of them said she'd get me ice cream tonight for a post performance treat.......sometimes things are okay and sometimes i do remember that people like me

[thekinkyleopard]

Hot for Teacher

Part 6

A Remi and Levi Non-Canon Fic Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Sic fic, fluff, caretaking

Author’s Notes: I haven’t forgotten HFT I just haven’t had the brain power for it, however I think I have a good idea for how this chapter will go. I didn’t realize I screwed up the time line order, I thought I’d be on p9 but I’m only on 6 :^) LOL so I got a bit overwhelmed. Enjoy! @aller-geez Owns Remi and did the cover art as always!

Description: Professor Levi is out with, you guessed it, the cold he caught taking care of Remi. The wolf feels terrible and offers to take care of the educator at his own place. Problem is, it’s not suitable for anyone to be living in.

Levi woke up two days after caring for Remi and realized just where he went wrong in his ever so mundane and unexciting life. He was sick. Sicker than a dog. His whole body ached and his throat tickled. “Uhhggg…” he grumbled weakly as he turned over to see he was awake 20 minutes before his alarm was set to go off. There was no way he could go to work like this. He was going to have to cancel class.

He sat up, his world spinning, and feeling worse for wear, grabbed his phone and opened up his school emailing system.

“Hello Class, it seems I have come down with some sort of virus. I will be unable to attend class today and probably not Thursday either. Therefore, no class at at all this week. Enjoy the free days, I won’t be collecting your assignments; so take it as a free extension as well. See you all next week. -Sincerely, Professor Anderson.”

Levi laid back in his bed, slumped over and ready to let this cold take him into a 12 hour coma. However it wasn’t but 3 minutes after he sent the email, his phone started ringing. “Who the hell…”he sighed coming to and looking over at the screen of his phone. It was Remi. Figures.

“Yes?…Snnddff…” Levi answered the phone with a hoarse voice and a sniveling nose.

“You’re sick,” the voice on the other side sounded stern, cold almost as if he wasn’t pointing something out but in-fact stating it, with aggression.

“Yes…” the educator trailed off, unsure of why the other would be so, irate with him in this moment.

“Come over, let me take care of you,” pushing aside the fact his favorite white and black haired male hadn’t said a thing to him, but instead he had to find out through a class announcement, he got right to the reason he called.

“That would be…super weird..” the other hesitated now, his voice trailing off before he actually thought about the suggestion.

“Why?” Remi asked perplexed now, what could be so wrong about a student taking care of his ailing professor? It wasn’t a crime! Was it?

“Because, don’t you live with other students?” Truthfully, he didn’t know a whole lot about the student’s living situation. Lots of his students lived in dorms or in houses with other students.

“Nah, I live with some dudes I knew from my old middle school…they don’t go to college, and that’s all I can really say,” that was suspicious, and immediately the cat found himself more than intrigued. However, he respected the other’s wishes and didn’t press any further.

“Okay…well my house has privacy,” The professor stated a very real fact for them both to consider, seeing as he was sick as hell and would require peace.

“Mine does too! They’re gone for the week…come on, come over…” truthfully, Remi hated leaving his place. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to say yes and immediately take care of Levi where it was logically more convenient, and not to mention nicer. It’s just, leaving his place didn’t guarantee safety. He lived in a trap house. To spite his pompous father, which had advantages but disadvantages…no rent but often the people coming and going…would steal from him. He also wasn’t allowed to leave, unless for short trips, when the roomies were out of town, which albeit rare, but it was serious business. He was the only one protecting the house, and all the goods hidden inside it.

“I don’t know…..SNndFf..” Levi considered it but ultimately felt nervous. What if someone from school saw him pop in? How many people lived near by that attended his course? He bit his lower lip, sweating profusely he groaned. “I don’t feel well enough to drive….” Trying to come up with another excuse.

“I can come get you, my roomie left the keys to his car I can borrow it s’long as I don’t crash it,” the professor could almost hear the other’s body vibrating with pure excitement, so he sighed outwardly and shook his head.

“Alright…fine I’ll get my things together snnnddff…and we can go to yours this time,” he sounded defeated but he could just blame it on the illness coasting inside of him. He knew what he had done just a few days prior would come back to haunt him, terribly.

“Sick, okay, I’m gonna get the keys I’ll be there in 10,” before the educator had time to respond the wolf had hung up and he was met with the small chime that comes from the end of a call.

“Ugh, this dude is gonna get me into some serious trouble…” he sighed before shaking his head back and forth. Which only caused the brain in his skull to rattle around which made him swiftly grab at both sides of his temples, squeezing lightly. “Hnn…” he groaned in agony before taking a deep breath. He could do this.

His body slid its way out of bed and he managed to throw some underwear and his toothbrush into a backpack before he had to sit on the bathroom floor and hang his head, unable to keep it up. “Almost…done…” he sighed, out of breath though he had managed minimal progress. Was he really almost done? Nah, but in his soul, he truly was. Dragging his body back up off the floor he sighed, grabbing a pair of sweatpants and shoving them in his bag as well. That’s really all he needed for clothes right? He snuffled loudly, sliding his hand under his nostrils and leaving a shiny wet trail across his hand he grimaced. “Ugh Ew…” quickly he turned to grabbed a tissue off his nightstand and proceeded to wipe his hand clean, as well as his face. “I don’t know what I expected,” he shook his head again, slower this time, before realizing he needed to load up on meds.

Trying not to move too fast, or shall he pass out but, made haste into grabbing the medications he would need at the student’s abode. Tylenol, Motrin, ibuprofen, Nyquil, Dayquil, cough drops, mucinex…ear plugs, eye drops, anything really you might need for a mysterious virus. His backpack was now properly stuffed and he couldn’t be bothered to fit more if he wanted to. “Okay I think that’s good…” his lidded eyes blinked slowly as they scanned over his zipped up bag.

His phone suddenly went off, the ringtone he had set for Remi made him much more eager to answer. “You here?” He immediately asked, almost delusion-ally excited to spend more quality time with the student, but trying to keep it under wraps. He didn’t want it giving the other a big head.

“Yeah just pulled up,” he sounded much more casual than the first time they had spoken that day.

“Okay I'll be right down...' hanging up the phone before gathering his bag over his shoulder, he made sure he had his keys, all the electricity was off and the house was properly secured. Even though his head was pounding and he felt like he had been set on fire he was burning such a hot fever, he had to make sure things were in order for him to be gone. Who knows how long he'd be held up in Remi's place.

“Coo'…” Remi shot a quit answer before hanging up the phone, waiting almost equally as impatient and excited as the other. He took a deep breath, almost nervous, he'd been inside the professor's home. It was incredibly nice, well kept, modern....while where he lived was...falling apart, trashed, unmanaged. He knew it wasnt his fault it was like that. Any time he tried to take it by the balls and maintain order or cleanliness, he was either shot down or it was just destroyed within minutes of cleaning. It was just best he only focused on his own space. Least there was only one person to blame when that got messed up. He shook his head and bit his lower lip, despite the nerves he was determined to show the other man, he could be reliable; that the professor could count on him to be an equal partner.

Levi came toddling slowly to the vehicle and opened the passenger side door sliding his bag in first and awkwardly crumpling around it in his seat. "Hi," he sighed looking over at the other with an exhausted expression written all over his face. Remi clicked his tongue, shaking his head back and forth before he ran his fingers through Levi's slightly dampened locks of white hair.

"Hey there....sorry I got you sick," the raven haired man's lips slanted in disdain, he was genuinely upset with himself for having gotten the educator ill, but couldnt help but notice just how cute he looked. The tip of his nose was red and irritated from the constant rub of a tissue, his eyes were glossy and his cheeks were just slightly pink from the fever. Remi tried not to make it so obvious that his heart was racing through the cavity of his chest as he finally got an in person look at the cat.

"It's uhm....it's Huh'..." his nose tickled, and teased, he could feel an inevitably large sneeze approaching. He crooked his elbow while he settled into the car and covered his mouth. "Huh'TSCHHhiew!" he blew into the fabric of his hoodie. Remi, from the driver seat, doing his best to focus on the task of getting them safely back to his house, blushed brightly as he heard the other’s soft, yet audible explosion.

“Uh, Bless you there, kitten,” he smirked trying to remain that same calm, cool and collected man he usually projected himself to be. Levi also blushed now, just slightly embarrassed to be seen in such a state, perceived while ill. It was a new feeling, his ex wife tended to sleep at her mother’s whenever he had gotten sick in the past. It was, refreshing? That the wolf was so incredibly eager to take care of him and essentially was going out of his own way to prove that. Despite that he really didn’t want to, the educator wound up having to wipe his nose using the back of his sleeve, sighing deeply as he did so.

“Thank you…” he responded to Remi, trying to hide behind looking out the window after having cleaned his face quietly. He didn’t want to bring too much attention to himself, however, the more he tried to hide it, the more obvious it was. The wolf found it almost impossible to keep his eyes on the road, feeling like he was missing out on something extremely important all whilst the cat tuckered himself into a ball within his seat.

“Of course, we’re uh, almost to my place , promise,” hoping to reassure Levi who’s eyes fought to stay open the longer they were in the car, losing the battle through every second, yet his eyes snapped back open whenever the car jolted. He slowly turned his head , looking down, Remi had placed one hand at his thin thigh, gripping it with a loving force, and rubbing the space gently with the pad of his large thumb. The gesture, though small, sent the cat’s heart into a thudding frenzy, his cheeks turning red again. He looked away, biting his lower lip.

It was almost an awkward car ride, Levi hadn’t anticipated the other to be so…quiet? Where was the cocky know it all he was used to? This was interesting. As they pulled into the driveway of a home that would make anyone walk a little faster, Levi began to regain full consciousness.

“So, we’re here…it’s not the nicest and like…before you go in you need to know that MY space is clean, but there ain’t shit I can do about the rest…trust me I’ve tried,” shaking his head with shame he let out a deep breath, almost nervous he would be rejected for the state of his humble abode. Levi didn’t even care if they were going into a wet cave at this point he just knew he didn’t want to be conscious anymore. Nodding gently to show he at least acknowledged what the other had said to him, they slowly made their way out of the vehicle and into the house. Clinging to his backpack Levi almost felt cured of his eternal drowsiness, the place was filthy. Cans, bottles, everywhere, like they’d had 15 house parties in a row and didn’t clean up. He shuddered to himself trying to keep his thoughts inward and not make the other feel bad for his living environment. Remi just took the educator by his hand and led him through the pathway of clear floor amongst the garbage and misc. clutter.

“My room is down in the basement, it’s the only room that actually locks but….it’s always fucking cold, and I often forget to lock the bitch so I’ve had my shit nicked a few times,” the wolf sighed deeply with irritation, he really only had himself to blame when it came to him getting swiped on. It was every time he’d get overly excited to get to school, only to leave his door unlocked. He’s lost quite a bit this year.

Levi followed the wolf silently down the basement stairs to a relatively relaxing space. Freezing? Yes, but he noticed a large comforter and a few spare blankets nearby so, it probably wouldn’t be too bad. Tapestries and different posters strewn about the walls of the space. Remi had a large king sized bed, a dresser, space for a couch and coffee table, as well as a mini fridge. It really was almost like a small studio down in his bedroom just no bathroom or kitchen. “Home sweet home, make yourself comfortable,” he encouraged the other as he took his bag off his shoulders for him and set it nicely on the ground. Being in this space you would think that it was a completely different spot than upstairs, like you almost half expected a house as equally comfortable as his room was waiting on the other side of the door. That would be wishful thinking.

Levi shlucked his bag off his shoulders with the help of the other and when he got to his hoodie, he realized that the scent from the rest of the house had lingered within the cloth there. As the fabric pulled over his head and across his nose it caused a sudden series of explosions out of him. “—hah’ESHHh‘uh!!…S-sorr— H'ptschu! Hh’Etshu!” He suffered at the fate of foreign smells wreaking havoc upon his nasal cavity. “God that’s so embarrassing…” he whimpered as he realized a line of snot was dripping down his overfilled nose. Practically panicking as he looked around for a way to clean himself up.

“Hey, don’t worry…” the black haired male quickly grabbed a couple tissues and stepped forward, bringing his clothed hand to the other’s messy face, with gentle motion he wiped the sticky mess from Levi’s agitated flesh, looking over the other’s tired eyes with adoration. It caused the educator to feel incredibly small beneath his gaze, almost wishing he could cut the distance with a desperate kiss…but they both remained as they were. The larger eventually finished his task and pulled his hand away, tossing the tissue into a nearby waste bin. “All good to go,” he smiled at the other. Levi blushed softly, before he felt his lips pull up into an involuntary smile as well, unable to place the fluttering inside his chest.

“Thanks…” the leopard cleared his throat grateful for the other’s attention, but very much not used to it as he felt the tingles of butterflies overcome him. “So I just…slide in here then?” The professor felt out of place, almost awkward, this was new for him…giving responsibility to someone else, allowing himself to be vulnerable.

“Yeah, just make yourself comfortable however you need…did you bring meds and stuff?” He asked curiously, picking Levi’s bag up off the floor to almost silently ask if this would be their location. Levi nodded simply in response, stripping himself down to his boxers and his standard shirt before he crawled into the large blanket and sheets, slightly shivering from the cold temperature of the basement. “Have you taken anything yet?” Remi once again speaking to Levi, but looking through his bag, taking out the aide he had brought with.

“No nothing yet…sDnnFf,” he snuffled loudly while he watched the other organize his things into the side table of the bed.

“Okay so then I’ll give you some nyquil, and mucinex and hopefully that should help clear you up at least…and get you some rest,” the wolf didn’t know much about medications or taking care of someone, so most of the things he was doing, or planned to, he was also googling on his phone.

Can you mix nyquil and mucinex?

Yes. They contain different ingredients. Just don’t mix Mucinex DM with Nyquil.

Cool. He wasn’t trying to overdose his professor on cold medication by accident. Dosing the medication correctly he brought it carefully to the ailing male. “Open up,” he smirked with a tablespoon of nyquil. Levi rolled his swollen cerulean eyes before opening his maw lazily, almost squinting to brace for the nasty taste of the meds. “Good boy,” something about that made the educator vibrate and burn within his spot on the bed. If he wasn’t terribly ill…that might have made it impossible to deny the student any longer. He gracefully swallowed down the medication and smiled when the spoon left his mouth.

“Thank you,” Levi wiped the sides of his mouth now, groaning as he laid back to get comfortable again.

“Hold on, you gotta take the mucinex too…” Remi reached over to grab the other’s hand, both of them freezing in place as it dawned on them how touch starved they were even if it had only been a few days since they last seen each other.

“S-sorry…” Levi cleared his throat before sitting back up carefully, the wolf chuckled shaking his head softly before grabbing the pill and handing it to the smaller male. The white haired man popped it into his mouth and Remi was quick behind him with a water bottle. It had been on his night stand for a few days but it hadn’t been opened or even the seal cracked so, he knew it was still a viable option.

“Don’t be sorry…” brushing a few strands of white hair away, that had been stuck to the educator’s clammy forehead. “I like taking care of you,” he smiled softly, the softest the other had ever seen him truthfully. Levi blushed brightly, as if his face wasn’t red enough. He nervously looked away unable to keep eye contact anymore as he felt the embarrassment rise within him. He was so used to being the one in charge, it was always so foreign when he was with the dominant student.

“You do?” Levi asked the raven haired male shyly, before the wolf gripped the other’s chin softly in his index and thumb, bringing it over to face him again.

“Absolutely…it’s times like these that I can show you what you’d be getting if you just chose me,” his voice smooth, Husky even as he exposed his truth.

“You know I-…” Levi started, again trying to speak logically, but then was suddenly cut off by a much more solemn Remi.

“I know…humor me? Just tonight?” He almost sounded like he was due to break, his heart not wanting to be reminded of their particular situation, and how often the professor rejected him.

“Ok—HET’Shhh’eu, h-Hh’Etshu !!” Yet again, cut off by the sudden force of an irritating tickle becoming a full fledged release. It didn’t give him much time to cover but he flung his head to the side and sneezed outwardly past Remi’s face, a fine mist barely skirting past the other’s surprised features.

“Bless you, kitten,” he smirked bringing his index up to wipe at the leaking mess from the ailing one’s nose.

“Thanks…snNdDff….” Reaching over for one of the tissues in the box at the night stand, Remi presented it then to Levi, who took it gently in his hand. As he rubbed the soft material against his aching nostrils, his glassy ceruleans looked down, between himself, they crossed over and Remi couldn’t help but feel his breath catch at the base of his throat.

“No problem….” He sat there almost stuck solid as he stared openly at the other tending himself. He bit his lower lip while another blush fell across his cheeks. The cat looked up, and noticed the other intrances upon him…he cleared his throat.

“Feelin’ kind of sleepy…” yawning, trying to avoid eye contact, the other baring down on him was almost too much to take. He’d never, felt so admired. He had to keep remembering and reminding himself of their structure, he couldn’t let his guard down…but he was so weak to resist.

“Oh, yeah, of course…tuck in, I gotta uhm,” he swallowed harshly before swiftly coming to a full stand, coughing slightly to clear the air. “Study,” nodding seriously, he looked about Levi’s snuggled up body and the area next to him to make sure he had everything he would need. “Let me know if you need me, ok?” Remi smiled sincerely at the smaller of the two, tenderly caressing his flushed and warm freckled cheek. The leopard almost melted under the simple gesture but instead buried himself deeper within the comfort of the bed. Nodding his head slowly in response to the last thing Remi had to say.

Remington stood there for a bit, waiting to make sure the other fell asleep before he returned to his small corner desk. A dinky collapsible lamp that was gorilla glued to the wall, pointed downward upon an array of papers, utensils and books. He sighed quietly trying to keep himself from being too loud in his distaste for the dive he was about to do. Sliding regrettably into his uncomfortable fold out chair, he began to mull over the last place he was at in his process.

An hour went by of silent concentration from Remi, the educator having fell fast asleep, hard as his lips gapped open and he drooled slightly out the side of his mouth. Normally he was a much prettier sleeper but, when he was ill it was pointless. He snored gently, the sound almost comforting to the student, a reminder that he wasn’t here alone for once. At some point he couldn’t stand that his back was facing the ailing man, so without a sound, he got up, turned his chair and faced the other as he slept, scooting a bit closer to the bed than the desk itself. He just longed to be near the man, he bit his lower lip, he would do anything for him if he was being completely honest with himself.

He shook his head gently and returned to look at the book within his lap, letting out a disappointed exhale before returning to his obligation. He knew if he wanted Levi to take him seriously, he was going to need to pass and graduate. Prove to him he was capable of growth, and being his equal. Regardless of how the two started.

Levi stirred, rubbing at his nose sleepily without lifting his eyelids, he tightened his grip upon the corner of the blanket and shoveled it around his chin tightly. His nose wiggled despite the previous nudge. It frustrated him, though still asleep, he could feel a building agitation prickling beneath the canals of his sensitive and reddened nose.

Remi had immediately picked up on the other’s distress, hearing the blanket shuffle. His emerald greens glanced over to stare intently at the sickly man. He cocked a brow while he watched closely to the way the other’s thin brows furrowed with retaliation and his bridge crinkled with defiance. The wolf stood up slowly, setting his book aside before he walked over to the small man, who’s eyes were still squeezed shut. He ran his calloused hand through the strands of hair peaking out of the blanket shield. “It’s okay, kitten,” he cooed the male smoothly, his voice gentle, kind. Immediately the educator’s face almost softened before his whole body jolted, contracting inside the blankets.

“HDGXNT!” Muffled by the fabric of Remi’s down blanket, but the wolf smiled rubbing the pad of his thumb across Levi’s heated forehead.

“That can’t feel good, muffling them like that…” he spoke with that same reserve of patience and care. The leopard sniffled gently, his nose being free, compared to his mouth hidden by the material. Without opening his eyes, the professor slid the blanket down his gapping maw, wet and glistening around the edges of his lips from the humidity behind the blanket. Remi swallowed nervously, trying to remain the same, calm, capable man he had been this entire time.

“Eh’ehTSHU!! huh’TSCHHhieww!!” He finally released the demons from within him as a fine cloud of salivic spray drifted through the space before dissipating completely. Remi sucked in a deep breath as he watched the other’s slicked mouth explode so openly now in front of him. ‘In due time Rem…nows not the moment…’ he thought inwardly to himself before rubbing the pad of his thumb gently through the other’s dampened eyebrow.

“That’s gotta feel much better, hm?” He gave the other a gentle smile, and finally those lidded, glossy ceruleans he loved so much, peered up at him though his eyelashes, in the same instance, his arms unveiled themselves and he reached outward for the other.

“I’d…feel beddar ib you came here?” The black haired man almost stood frozen, stunned that the other was craving…him. He blinked his green orbs a few times before he nodded gently.

“You’ve come to the right place then!” He chuckled as they both worked in unison to make enough room for each other to slide in together like two puzzle pieces. Remi entangled the other within his arms and rested his chin against the top of Levi’s soft head of hair. Running a flat palm up and down the educator’s spine, causing him to groan subconsciously. “That’s it, just relax…I’ve got you, it’s okay,” the words, and the strong arms squeezed around his aching body, made Levi feel like a melting slab of butter. He had never felt more uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. While he felt like an entire pile of dog shit, this man was practically his knight and shining armor of illness. How did he get so lucky to have his undivided attention? Levi’s face pressed against the other’s slowly rising and falling chest, the beat of his heart faster than one’s rate should be.

Levi flushed, he knew why it sounded like that, as their bodies tangled around one another intimately. He knew he should pull away, try to show some restraint and boundaries but at this point it just felt too good, too right. They laid there until once more, the leopard found himself asleep.

A Few Hours Later…

The educator woke up in confusion, blankets tangled around his thin legs, his back against the bed and body sprawled in different directions, but the most important piece was, Remi was missing. He clasped his lips together, smacking to regain some sense of hydration from the consistent mouth breathing he had been doing. “R-Rem?” He managed through his dry maw whilst he peaked about the room. He noticed it was incredibly dark, normally one wouldn’t be able to see, but he relatively could. What he saw was, a missing Remi. He furrowed his brows and stepped out of the bed.

He shuffled gently to keep his leaking nose at bay while he trailed silently out of the basement and up the stairs. The educator walked in to the kitchen first. No Remi. But there were piles of dishes, filthy, stacked high in multiple columns about the small counter. It was dingy, grungy and musty, it looked like no one swept or mopped in this home since they moved in. A travesty. How was the other eating his meals? This was atrocious.

His heart started to ache within the cavity of his chest as he continued to search the house, catching a glimpse of the occasional skittering bug…he shivered. As he wondered into what he could assumed was the living space, also littered in trash and random hoarded items, a single couch and a relatively nice tv. Regardless of its poorly state, he noticed Remi, passed out on the couch with his assigned book in hand and a half burned out cigarette in the other. Levi shook his head with a small smile. He shouldn’t be sleeping amongst this slum. The cat found a space to sit next to the sleeping man who was half sitting up, half laying down.

“Hey…Rem…” he wiggled the other’s shoulder with his palm. “Remi….” He got a bit louder as he started to find the task at hand to be a bit…challenging. He furrowed his brows and huffed, what was he to do? Taking in a deep breath he slid up and into the student’s lap, bringing a hand up to caress the side of his face gently. “Remi come on, come sleep in the bed…” trying a more audible tone of voice this time, he watched the other’s eyeballs flex and twitch under his lids before eventually they creeped open slowly.

“Hnn…?” He stirred and looked now at the other in his lap, and registered what was happening. He blushed. Brightly. Then stuttered when he spoke. “I-I …uhm…fell asleep s-studying…” he swallowed hard, trying his damn best to not maul the small male alive. He couldn’t believe how tempting this entire situation had been. He had to sneak away when Levi fell asleep, he had to. It was too intoxicating watching his mouth separate and breath openly and obnoxiously with that cherry red complexion. When he had been sure the educator was asleep asleep, he snuck out to the living room, to avoid distraction and was studying out there when he fell asleep.

“Why are you out here?” Levi asked with a frustrated expression and it made the larger feel incredibly regrettable, but also his heart skipped a beat…he genuinely was upset they weren’t cuddling in bed still. That had to mean something.

“I didn’t want to bother you…you were so peaceful, but I needed to read…” he replied sheepishly, and the professor smiled with a tenderness that softened the overall atmosphere of the room. He leaned into the other, comforted again by the sound of his thudding heart.

“Your presence is healing…” Levi whispered against him, whom could only blink a few times into the space ahead of him before looking down to see the other had closed his eyes.

“Yeah?” Asking in disbelief, no one had ever told him that before. Usually they said the opposite.

“Yeah…” he drifted off as his body got comfortable again, regardless that it smelled much worse out here than it had down in Remi’s room.

“Here, lemme get you in bed, Kay?” His glistening emeralds bore down onto the wheezing professor as his labored breathing became a deep sigh.

“M’k..” he responded lazily pausing, inevitably finishing his thought. “Carry me?” He looked up at the man now, making eye contact, they sat there in a comforting silence before Remi’s lips pulled up into a tender smile.

“You got it,” sliding an arm up under the educator’s knees, and supporting his back before lifting them both up and off the couch. Without hesitation Remi made his way back into the bedroom within a matter of minutes; but yet again the cool air hit Levi’s bare legs, he shuddered weakly shoveling himself closer into the wolf’s heated chest. “I know, it’ll warm up in a second when we get under the blankets…”

“Don’t you have a heater?” Levi asked curiously, his voice slightly hoarse as he looked up to gaze at the bottom view of Remi’s face as they walked around the basement to their destination.

“Nah…” he replied dryly while they crossed the threshold of the room and to the bed .

“You can’t keep living like this…” Levi furrowed his brows trying to get the other to give him even a little bit of a gaze.

“It’s only a few more months…” shrugging his shoulders in another solid attempt to push off the squaller he knew he lived in. Was it pretty? No. It had potential, and at least his section of the house was well kept and bug free.

“Okay, then move in with me.” This caught them both off guard but Levi stood by it. Remi now setting the man down onto the bed he made eye contact finally staring him blankly in the face trying to search for a punchline, like he’d been told a joke.

“What?” He blinked in confusion and frankly disbelief, was he hearing what he WANTED to hear ? Or was he hearing it for what it was?

“Move in with me,” he repeated himself sincerely “No wonder you’re always exhausted…this isn’t a healthy or stable environment for you to be in Rem…” looking up at the other as Remi stood over him flabbergasted.

“….you serious?” The student almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing, was he daydreaming? Regular dreaming? No way he was awake right now as he looked at Levi dumbfounded.

“Dead,” the educator remained calm, steady in his decision. He couldn’t possibly allow him to live like this any longer now that he knew what the other was dealing with. Besides, he had a spare room, it didn’t have to be weird.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” Remi raised a brow, trying to call for a bluff that wasn’t being presented to him.

“Just don’t tell anyone and have all school related things sent to your parent’s address,” it was almost like he was too confident, too prepared. It was odd. Remi didn’t know how to feel or really react but his heart was racing a million miles per minute. Was he in? Or was he just taking pity on him? He still couldn’t be too sure, all he knew was he couldn’t wait to wake up everyday next to the professor.

“Easy enough I suppose,” he finally responded with a sly, sarcastic smirk now spreading across his face as he watched Levi get settled and comfortable in the bed finally as he replied.

“Is that a yes?” Looking up, flattening the blankets around him with his scattering palms.

“Are you, eager for that answer?” Licking his lips, the wolf bore down over him, sitting beside him now, but still somehow hovering.

“….yes…” looking down at his fingers trying not to meet the other’s hardening gaze

“Why? Why me?” He got close, so close his breath could be felt ghosting across the other’s face with anticipation for his answer. This was such a different man than what he was used to all these months. Was he finally warming up?

“You deserve better…you’re a good man, Remington…I just want the best for you,” blushing brighter than his sickly face already was, he looked up to meet the other’s gaze, they both melted. Remi chewed on his lower lip as he searched for a sign, something that would expose that this was all just a dream. Yet, he found nothing but sincerity as they stared into each other.

“…okay,” he responded shortly, almost as if he was holding his breath.

“Okay?” Levi questioned the other. He was usually so gung-ho, so quick, where was this sudden spout of insecurity coming from? He couldn’t get a proper read and it was frustrating in itself.

“Okay, I’ll move in with you,” Remi finally said more clearly that it made the smaller beam, but slowly, and in a gentle gesture.

“Okay,” he replied trying his best not to vibrate where he sat.

“So like, just for the rest of the semester or…?” Trying to clarify that he didn’t over stay his welcome in the next coming months.

“Well, we can cross that bridge….you should probably have a job before I go kicking you out at any point,” The other chuckled softly, with a slightly hoarse wheeze to it.

“What a thoughtful landlord,” Remi winked, smirking down at the other with playfulness.

“Landlord? Oof…” the white haired male shook his head slowly and couldn’t believe what he was really getting himself into. Yet, here he was, practically bouncing in his seat to set ahead into the future.

“You just love having control over me don’t you?” Again, the student teased the professor, but this caused Levi to slightly jolt and snap his gaze up to look Remi in the face again.

“Wh-wha!!! I!?” But cut off by a booming laugh emitting from the wolf’s chest.

“I’m just joking, relax kitten!…” he reached over to caress his softened freckled cheek, reassuring the man he was just being silly. “Besides…I know it’s only because of the control I have over you,” winking at him now with a cheesy smirk spread across his face.

“Uh?? What control? You don’t have control over me!” Rolling his bagged ceruleans, the other was clearly still exhausted from his illness but he couldn’t break himself away from the playful conversation between them.

“I don’t huh?” His glowing emerald eyes glared almost animalistic-ally now while they traced the other’s features slowly. He zeroed in on the professor’s blushing face, his chaffed nostrils and chapped lips. Holding back the demons within him to not have his way.

“N-no!” Sticking out his pale colored tongue, which snapped Remi out of his soon to be problematic behavior, and remembered that Levi was still ill. He rolled his emerald greens and shook his head.

“Fine, I’ll give you this one…but you need to rest up more…” The student now sounding much more stern, it made the educator tingle, and his flesh raised in bumps. He tried to push it aside and ignore it by changing the subject.

“Okay, but when I wake up again….can we order some pho? I’ll pay…I just really want some seafood soup…” he smiled shyly up at Remi who could only smirk at the other, crawling into the bed beside him and enveloping the cat in his arms.

“Absolutely we can, and I’ll pay…don’t even try to fight me on it,” he pushed his forehead to the other’s clammy one, emphasizing he meant business. Levi let out a small giggle before yet another prickling tease started to crawl through the walls of his nose, causing his whole body to tremble and shiver.

“Hey, you ca—Eh-TSHU!!” He covered himself by pushing his mouth into the wolf’s chest. The space now slick with mess and sick. He didn’t mind, in fact, Remi couldn’t help but chuckle at the other’s weakened disposition running his hand through those messy white threads of hair. He was just too cute…too delicious. He thought of the many different ways he could use this to his advantage but all instead he chose the long game. He would have the other, certainly, but not like this.

“I don’t think you have much a choice there, kitten,” leaning over he kissed the professor on the top of his head before whispering gently. “Just relax…you need to rest,” snuggling closer together. Levi almost forgot he was fighting against his own desires as he lost himself within the other’s tenderness, and care. He had never had anyone in his life treat him so gently before, with so much consideration. All he could do was nuzzle closer into the crook of the other’s armpit and nod his head in agreement, sniffling and snobbling, the sounds echoing off the walls before they eventually silenced, and he fell back asleep.

To be Continued…

Author’s Notes: Howdy yall 😀 did you enjoy this chapter? I know, it’s another slow one with no smut, but I loved writing all the fluffy bits and them bonding closer together. It’ll really make these next few chapters juicy as they build a bond in this series, and when they finally FOCK 😈 thanks for reading and being ever so patient with me 🤧🙌🏻 below is a piece done by @aller-geez 😍😍 she owns Remi!

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“Already it’s [difficult] for girls to get a place … But the ease with which these women’s universities are just allowing these men in is sickening,”  Instead of pressuring men in suits to change Japanese society to be more accommodating to women men in dresses  are pressuring women to accept men in one of the few spaces Japanese women had to themselves.

Female students at a women’s university in Japan are being asked to speak with “gender-specialist counselors” in order to convince them that men who identify as transgender are “female.” 

Japan Women’s University (JWU) recently announced it would be adopting a self-identification policy that would allow men to apply for admission so long as they stated they were female. The policy will be implemented at the start of 2024, despite half of the female students currently enrolled expressing opposition or hesitation, as reported by the Asahi Shimbun. 

In response to the female student’s concerns, JWU released a “Diversity Declaration” in June outlining that administrators intended to work towards convincing female students to change their views on gender ideology. 

“Japan Women’s University has created an environment where ‘diversified women’ can learn together, such as formulating guidelines and manuals, assigning gender-specialized counselors, and setting up diversity weeks for students in order to accept ‘transgender women,'” reads the statement.

Satoko Oyama, a professor of social welfare at Japan Women’s University, along with her colleagues, instituted an in-house email hotline dedicated to promoting gender identity ideology. They also partnered with “gender-specialist counselors” to offer sessions to the women attending JWU. University officials have stated they intend to “dispel the anxiety of students,” according to media reports.

The testimony of an anonymous student, identified only as Y.M., is featured on the official JWU website. “I want to remember my privilege of being the majority,” writes Y.M.

“I think students at my university, being female, are the minority in this male-dominated society but are the majority when comparing ourselves to those who identify as transgender. That is, we can be both a minority and a majority depending on perspective,” she adds.

Minori Tokieda, a trans-identified male who heads the advocacy group Rainbow Tokyo Kita-ku, has campaigned extensively for women’s universities to admit men. At the beginning of the year, Tokieda presented a lecture on this topic at Tsuda Women’s University.

“An announcement by a women’s university that it will be accepting transgender students not only broadens the academic options for the target population but also sends out the heartening message that the university is their ally,” Tokieda said.

“This will also give an opportunity for non-transgender students to learn about diversity in their close surroundings,” he added.

Ochanomizu University, Japan’s first institution of higher education for women with a 142-year history, was also the first women’s university in Japan to announce that it would be admitting trans-identifying male students in 2018, with Nara Women’s University and Miyagi Gakuin Women’s University following suit. Earlier this year, Notre Dame Seishin University, which is also for women, said it would accept men who self-declare a female identity beginning in 2023.

Speaking to Reduxx, a Japanese women’s rights advocate who preferred to remain anonymous said the news “sickens” her.

“Already it’s [difficult] for girls to get a place … But the ease with which these women’s universities are just allowing these men in is sickening,” she says. “My daughter isn’t ready to apply for university yet – we are years away from that. But already I feel the tension … And now women will be fighting for even fewer spots at university. Because you can bet that in the next 10 years these women’s universities will admit more than just a few transgender applicants in their quest to look pious.”

The advocate also speculated that ‘positive discrimination’ may also be a factor with the admission of transgender applicants into women’s universities, with discrimination against female applicants being the norm in the Japanese higher education system. 

Earlier this year, the revelation that mixed-sex universities in Japan were systematically lowering the entrance exam scores of female applicants in order to deny them admission sparked widespread controversy. Since the start of 2022, two Japanese universities have been ordered to pay restitution to female applicants for discrimination, and a third is currently in court proceedings.

In May, Juntendo University was ordered to pay out 8.05 million yen ($63,000 USD) in damages to 13 women after it was discovered they had been rigging entrance exam results in favor of male candidates. Months later, Tokyo Medical University was similarly forced to pay damagestotaling 18.26 million yen ($128,000 USD) to 27 women whose scores were lowered in order to place them behind male applicants.

St. Marianna University School of Medicine in Kawasaki, Kanagawa Prefecture, is also currently involved in court proceedings brought by female applicants denied entry on the basis of their sex.

In 2018, the Japanese education ministry conducted an investigation after entrance exam score manipulation was first reported at Tokyo Medical University. According to their findings, nine medical schools in total had systematically lowered women’s entrance exams to favor male applicants and relatives of alumni.

The investigation found that after initial exam scores were lowered, at least 20 points were added to the scores for male applicants, and that similar entrance exam manipulations had occurred for years as universities sought to deny prospective female doctors. The justification argued that female doctors might choose to have children, and thereby shorten the length of their medical careers. The practice is believed to have begun as early as 2006 in some cases, and the government report referred to the rigging as “profound sexism.”

After the results of the government report were revealed, the gender equality minister at the time, Seiko Noda, told public broadcaster NHK: “It’s extremely disturbing if the university didn’t let women pass the exams because they think it’s difficult to work with female doctors.”

Following the international headlines on the blatant sex discrimination by top Japanese universities, The Washington Post reported on how enrollment of female students at elite academic institutions has been markedly unequal for the past two decades.

The institutional sex-based discrimination is so well-known in Japan, that there is a stereotype which suggests women who earn prestigious degrees will be unable to get married later in life. Prominent Japanese feminist Chizuko Ueno, a retired professor of gender studies, addressed the issue when speaking to freshman at Tokyo University in 2019. “Even before students enter the university, there is already hidden sexism,” Ms. Ueno said.

Dr. Caroline Norma, who lectures in the Master of Translating and Interpreting at the Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology, spoke with Reduxx about the growing impact gender ideology is having on Japanese women’s already precarious situation.

Having written extensively on the issues impacting Japanese women, Dr. Norma said that recent efforts to coerce female students to accept trans-identified men in universities exemplify how the system has become “infected with gender identity propaganda from the West.” She specifically pointed to the humanities departments and the NGO sector as examples.

“Job opportunities for female university graduates are few, and some have picked up on the possibility of income generated through corporate ‘rainbow’ training. Most elite university campuses these days have an obligatory SOGI allies club, but most participants are aiming for jobs in the NGO sector,” she says.

Commenting on the deliberate denial of females into mixed-sex universities, Dr. Norma highlighted how profitable the medical industry is, and how women in Japan “are systematically shut out of opportunities” to earn an independent income.

“The same discrimination happens in corporate hiring processes, and top selective high schools operate ‘sex-equal’ intake policies when more girls ace their entrance exams. Now we have top women’s universities like Ochanomizu allowing male students self-identifying as women to enroll, even though such universities are elite, and so their admission means a young woman has lost a place,” Dr. Norma explained.

“Japanese women are forced to fight things like negative quotas operating for gender identity and male advancement in the absence of liberal values of women’s rights. Only 25% of Japan’s doctors are female, even though the medical system is filled with old female patients,” she says. “Birthing women are rarely given pain relief, and spycam incidents involving male doctors arise regularly in the news. But none of this is seen as reason to improve chances for women, and no particular nationwide policies are in place to reverse the situation of women in Japan.”

International rankings, including those from the World Economic Forum, consistently place Japan as one of the most unequal countries in the developed world in terms of political representation and economic opportunities for women.

by Genevieve Gluck Genevieve is the Co-Founder of Reduxx, and the outlet's Chief Investigative Journalist with a focused interest in pornography, sexual predators, and fetish subcultures. She is the creator of the podcast Women's Voices, which features news commentary and interviews regarding women's rights.

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Pink Lace - Chapter 5

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: College AU, stripper AU, fluff, smut, slow burn

Summary: Baekhyun, a philosophy professor with mysterious wealth, got himself completely fucked over a girl who can’t let him into her life.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: sex work, mentions of sexual assault, adult themes/situations, eventual smut

Tag list: @smolbeanmika @leave-me-in-the-summertime @totallynerdstuff @bbhmystar @nana-banana @kimyhappy @thegreatandi @geniusloey @deligxt @baekswifey @bbhyun506 @lovebuginlove @bellamendoza @baekyeonoreo @bobohumyonlyboo

Masterlist

After your conversation with Baekhyun Monday evening Tuesday was spent desperately trying to get Baekhyun off your mind, with little success. He’d asked you if you liked him like that, and you couldn’t tell him no. Hell, you knew in the back of your mind that the answer was definitely yes, you just couldn’t bring yourself to say it to his face. 

As much as you did like him, the prospect of starting something with a customer who was also your professor was still terrifying. What if you two got together and people found out? Or what if things started to go south and you were still stuck with him as your teacher? 

Despite your other schoolwork, and cleaning basically everything you possibly could, your mind just kept racing with every different possible scenario for if you did tell Baekhyun how you felt. And most of them were quite unpleasant. He could lose his job, you could make class absolute hell for yourself if things didn’t go well, and so on. Different possibilities played themselves out in your mind over and over, and there was little you could do to stop it. 

However the thoughts that stuck with you the most were the ones where things didn’t end badly. Thoughts of his arms around you, his comforting words whispered in your ear, and the gentle touches of his pretty hands on your skin. As much as you fought it, the attraction was there. 

The way your mind bounced between thoughts was stressful to no end. Every time you tried reasoning with yourself, you just thought about how good he made you feel when you were alone together. 

Baekhyun was always so willing to be vulnerable with you, it made you feel appreciated. He was so open about his feelings, and honest with his intentions towards you that it made it difficult to push him away. You wanted to be able to show him the same kind of vulnerability as well, but the possibilities if you did still frightened you too much. 

You knew you wouldn’t be able to go on like this forever, sooner or later you had to figure out what to say to him. 

Your essay was plaguing you as well. You’d tried to start it on several occasions, but Plato’s writing was so old timey and incomprehensible you didn’t even know where to start. It also didn’t help that every time you tried to start writing, all you could think about was what Baekhyun would think. The idea of turning a shitty paper in for him to read and grade made you feel sick. You knew you were shooting yourself in the foot putting it off but you just couldn’t bring yourself to start it either. 

“You’ve cleaned everything in the apartment. Twice. What’s with you today y/n?” Mia asked as she walked out of her bedroom and into the common area, finding you once again wiping down all the surfaces in the kitchen. 

“I’m trying to distract myself, was that not obvious?” You knew what was coming next. 

“Baekhyun still on your mind?” 

Yes. He was. In every possible way, good and bad, and you couldn’t stop it. 

“I think I do like him.” 

“See! I knew it!” You rolled your eyes at her. “Anything exciting happen yesterday? Did you decide to keep the money?” She asked, sitting down at the dining room table, you sitting down across from her. 

 “I’m keeping it, I tried giving it back but he told me some stuff and turns out he doesn’t need it after all.” 

“So he IS rich?!” 

“Yeah... although not from anything cool or fun. His rich parents died recently.” 

“Oh shit, that sucks. That must’ve been an awkward conversation.” 

“Not really. I don’t know why but talking to him is getting easier and easier. I even stayed after he told me I could go.”

“You really must like him then, damn. Can’t blame you though, he is hot.” You shot her an angry look but you both knew she was right. “So what are you gonna do about it?” 

“Do about what?” 

“You liking him. He obviously likes you a lot too, so what happens next?” 

“Nothing. He’s my professor.” 

The look she shot you next said something reminiscent of ‘are you fucking serious’.

 “Oh come on y/n this guy is hot, and rich, and super into you. Even if he is your professor you can’t pass up a fling at least.” 

“And when it ends? What then? Or if someone finds out he’s fucking a student? He’d lose his job and it would be my fault.” 

“No, it would be his fault, and he’s rich anyway so it wouldn’t even matter.” 

You thought back to your last conversation with Baekhyun, and what he said about his parents. Even if he did choose to risk it for you, the thought of him losing a job that meant so much to him still didn’t sit right with you. 

“It would matter to me. Either way I don’t want other students shit talking me either. If my classmates found out there was something between us it would be hell.” 

“All I'm hearing right now, is that you just need to not get caught. The semester is only 16 weeks, as long as nothing gets out while you’re in his class nothing too bad can happen. You just have to be careful.”  

You thought about it, and she wasn’t exactly wrong. As long as nothing got out while you were his student, nothing too bad could happen. 

“He won’t lose his job if people find out we’re together later on when I’m not his student anymore, right?” 

Mia shrugged. “He doesn’t hold any power over you anymore then so I don’t see why he’d get in any trouble. People might just think it’s weird since he’s older. How old is he anyway? He looks young.” 

“I’m not exactly sure... Somewhere around 30? Late 20s maybe? I should ask him.” 

“Yeah you should. I still have homework I need to do, I should get back to that.” She said before getting herself a glass of water and retreating back to her bedroom. 

~

The next morning you were exhausted. You hadn’t gotten much sleep because of everything that was going through your head. You wanted Baekhyun, and he wanted you, but there was still too much risk involved. But part of you kept thinking about what Mia had said as well. Could a fling really be that bad? 

You were nervous to see him too. You still hadn’t given him an answer to his question, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to dodge it forever. Lying seemed like a decent option, but you knew with how honest and vulnerable Baekhyun always was with you, you wouldn’t be able to bring yourself to lie to him. Especially when you did want something more with him, you were just scared. 

As philosophy class drew closer and closer you felt uneasy. You felt bad seeing Baekhyun again without giving him an answer, but you didn’t know how or what to say. You only hoped he wouldn’t press you for it. 

Class went by and you didn’t speak to him. He didn’t keep you after either, which was a relief. You had been hoping he’d at least go over some stuff that would help you on your essay, but you had no such luck, and you needed it done by midnight if you wanted any credit. 

When you got home you cursed yourself for procrastinating so much, but you had other homework too and you knew you’d be able to focus on that better, so you started it first. 

Eventually your mind got sucked into your physics assignment, and you forgot about Baekhyun and the essay, too focused on the task at hand. 

By the time you were done with your other assignments it was 8pm. Four hours until you had to submit your essay. One hour went by just reading and rereading the text you were supposed to write about. Another was wasted on an intro paragraph you kept deleting, because you still couldn’t understand the text. When 10pm hit, and you started to panic.  

You realized that you weren’t going to be able to do it. Your mind was now in freak out mode and you couldn’t concentrate anyway. Either the paper wasn’t getting turned in at all, or you needed to do something fast. In any other class you would’ve BS-ed  your way through it to turn at least something in, but you just couldn’t do that knowing Baekhyun was going to read it. You weren’t going to be able to submit it that night, but you needed to at least contact him and explain so he wouldn’t think you were stupid. 

By 10:30 you found yourself scrolling through your contacts, staring at his name. You’d thought about emailing him, but he probably wouldn’t see until morning and you didn’t have that much time. 

In hindsight you probably would’ve been fine to just send an email and try to get an extension, but the combination of anxiety over your grade and wanting to talk to him had his name in your phone looking better and better. 

So you called. 

Your nerves were on fire as you waited for him to hopefully pick up. Was this stupid? Would he even answer? Worst of all, what if he was disappointed in you for not being able to do the assignment?

After a few rings, he picked up. “Hello?” 

“Hi Baekhyun, it’s y/n.” 

“Y/n? Are you alright what’s going on?” You could hear the concern in his voice even over the phone, and you remembered why he gave you his number in the first place. 

“I- I can’t do the essay.” You felt your voice shake, before unloading all your grievances in one breath “I read the thing a million times and I still have no idea what it’s about and I put it off until tonight cause it was making me so anxious but I still can’t focus and now it’s too late and I don’t know what to do and I’m freaking out.” 

You heard him sigh. “Slow down, It’s okay, I know it’s a difficult assignment. Have you at least started?” 

“No..” You felt tears swelling in your eyes, threatening to spill and you’re sure he can hear it in your voice even over the phone. “Can I just skip this one? I tried to start it so many times but I don’t know how to analyze something I can’t even understand.” You choked out. 

“Y/n...” You could tell he was thinking of what to do. He probably shouldn’t give you special treatment, and you knew that but right now you hoped he would just give in. Unfortunately you had no such luck. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you just not do it. It would make it too obvious that I’m treating you differently than other students.”

“Then can you at least help me? Or give me more time? Please?” You begged.

“I’m still in my office. I can help you if you meet me here.” 

You felt your palms get sweaty and your heart beat faster at the idea of going to his office again after what had happened last time, especially this late at night and in such a fragile state. 

“O-okay. I’ll be there in 10. Bye.” You said, hanging up before he could respond.

Quickly you got on some shoes and drove yourself to the building his office was located in. Last time you’d been in there he’d asked you about your feelings for him, and now you had to go back. You told yourself to just focus on getting the essay done, but the thought still hung around in the back of your mind as you walked down the hall towards Baekhyun’s office. You felt jittery and embarrassed, but you needed to do this for your grade.

After taking a few deep breaths to ready yourself, you knocked on the door, and heard a muffled “Come in” from the other side, so you let yourself in. Baekhyun was sitting at his desk, which was covered in papers you assumed he’d been grading. Instead of the nicer clothes he would usually wear during lecture, he was just wearing a black t shirt and sweats now. 

“You know you scared the shit out of me when you called. I thought you were in danger or something.” He said to you as you sat down in front of him. “I really didn’t think you’d call me over school work.” 

“I’m sorry..” 

“It’s okay! I’m not mad or anything, just surprised. What part of the text are you having trouble with?” 

“All of it...” You felt your lip starting to quiver. “I’m sorry I know this sounds so stupid and you probably think I’m just trying to take advantage of how you like me but I promise it’s not like that.” You said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands, trying to hide the frustration on your face.

Baekhyun crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, smiling. “I never said I thought that. I told you it’s not an easy assignment, it’s ok if you’re having trouble. Plato can be difficult especially for people who aren’t used to reading things that old.” 

“I should’ve at least started earlier...” 

“Probably, but it’s too late to dwell on that now. Let’s just try to go over the reading together, yeah?” You nodded. 

He moved his chair to your side of the desk before opening your textbook to the reading for the essay. 

“So the first thing that makes The Ring of Gyges so confusing is that you don’t really know who’s talking. Basically it’s a conversation between Plato and his brother Glaucon where they’re discussing justice, and it’s actually Glaucon speaking for most of it, not Plato.” 

You were listening to what he was saying of course, but you were still distracted by the proximity. Baekhyun was sitting right next to you now, arms almost touching. The only other time the two of you got that close was at the club. And you did not need to be thinking about that while he was explaining your assignment to you. 

“Are you following me so far?” 

Your eyes immediately shot up from the book to meet his, and you quickly nodded. Having him look you in the eyes again like that made your face feel hot.

“Glaucon argues that people only peruse justice for the benefits of it, and not because they actually want to be good people. He uses the example of a ring that grants it’s user invisibility, therefore allowing them to do unjust things like steal without being caught. He tells Plato a story about a man who finds such a ring and uses it do overthrow the king.”

You groaned. “It still doesn’t make sense though, what does some story about a stupid ring have to do with justice?” 

“Well, if you were given the ability to steal and deceive people for your own benefit, without ever having to worry about getting caught, wouldn’t you do it too?” You stayed silent. “Basically, what you need to understand is what Glaucon is arguing. He’s saying that doing good deeds isn’t a part of human nature, and everyone would behave unjustly if they knew they would never get caught. Therefore, justice is something people pursue not out of want, but out of fear of the consequences if they don’t.”  

All you could do was stare at him. It was infuriating how attractive he sounded while explaining it to you. 

“Do you have a bit of a better idea what to write about now? Remember it’s only two pages, so don’t stress too much.” 

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts. “Yeah, it makes a bit more sense now... do I still need to finish it tonight or?” 

“Friday. Just email it to me by midnight on Friday and I won’t count it late.” He said, smiling again. 

“Thank you for doing this, I’m sorry it was so late and everything.”

Baekhyun just chucked, “You know if it’s you I don’t mind. You could keep me here all night with questions and I wouldn’t stop you. But you understand now, right?” 

The way he was smiling at you now along with the closeness was making you slightly dizzy. 

“I think so, Glaucon is basically saying that injustice is better than justice then right? Because everyone would do unjust things if they’d always get away with it.” 

Baekhyun nodded. 

“So according to him the best way to live life would be to do things you know are wrong, but without being caught.” 

“Exactly. See, I knew you were smart, y/n.” A smirk had made its way onto his face as he spoke. 

You couldn’t help connecting what he was saying to what you were feeling inside towards him. You wanted him, and you knew it was wrong, but how could you deny it to yourself when it felt so right? 

“Baekhyun...” You asked, hesitantly. “D-do you think it’s okay to do things you know are wrong, as long as no one finds out?”

“I think it depends what you’re talking about.” He answered, now looking you in the eyes again with intensity. “I would never kill anyone, for any reason, even if I knew I could get away with it. But, if I really wanted something, I think I would take it.” 

You were hyperaware of how his eyes were now scanning your face, lingering on your lips. “Take what?”

A hand made contact with your thigh, slowly moving up until he stopped, right below the hem of your shorts. His thumb drew soft circles on the sensitive inner flesh, giving you goosebumps. 

“I know you feel it too, you want this, don’t you?” Baekhyun asked, now moving a stand of hair out of your face. He let his hand rest on the back of your neck, keeping you facing towards him. 

Your heart felt like it was about to short circuit from how fast it was beating. Your palms were sweaty and you could feel yourself shaking slightly. The way his thumb stroked your neck beneath your ear made you shiver, and you knew he saw. All you could do was stare back at him, dumbfounded. Any words you tried to get out stuck in your throat. He was right, you did want it. Now more than ever. 

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you right now. I dare you.” He said, running his thumb over your bottom lip, eyes fixed on how it trembled beneath his touch. He was slowly moving your face closer his, but you didn’t stop him. 

Your silence told Baekhyun all he needed to know, and his lips quickly found yours. Immediately you let yourself melt into the kiss. You felt your whole body buzzing, finally getting what it had wanted for so long. His lips felt unbelievably soft against yours, moving in a slow rhythm as his other hand came up from your thigh to cup your face as well. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, letting it become messier and more desperate. 

“I like you” you pulled away just enough to whisper “so fucking much.” You felt him grin into the kiss as your lips met again. 

He tasted like strawberries, and you felt high as your lips kept crashing together with more and more need. Your whole body felt like it was set on fire and simultaneously dunked in an ice bath, every nerve vibrating with want.    

When Baekhyun pulled your bottom lip gently between his teeth you let out a soft moan, and he started to lose it. He broke the kiss, standing up and pulling with him, before backing you up against the wall, a hand on either side of your head. 

“Sweetheart, don’t push me” He breathed, and started peppering kisses along the side of your neck, from under your ear down to your collarbone, sucking and biting on the way. 

Trapped between him and the wall, you felt weak and breathless. Your brain was in overdrive and you gasped at his ministrations, hands burying themselves in his soft hair.  His hands had traveled down to your waist, holding you against him tightly.

“Baekhyun” You breathed out, rubbing your thighs together as he sucked on a particularly sensitive spot. 

“Fuck, y/n. Don’t say that.” He forced the words out through gritted teeth.

His body pressed you into the wall, and your arms wrapped around him pulling him into you even tighter. He was completely consuming your senses and your knees felt wobbly from the intensity of it all. He was already smothering your entire front, but you tried to pull him even closer regardless.

You felt something hard press into your hip as his mouth covered yours again, and this time you shamelessly moaned his name into his open mouth. 

Much to your disappointment, Baekhyun immediately detatched himself from you, backing up until his back hit the opposite wall of the office. You could see how turned on he was by the outline of his dick through his pants and the pained look in his face. 

“Fucking christ...” He said, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. You just watched from the other side of the room. He kept his eyes closed and you observed as his jaw clenched and unclenched before you heard him continue. “You have to go. If you don’t I’m gonna fuck you on my desk and I won’t be gentle.” 

Your throat went dry at his crude words, but you couldn’t deny your own arousal. You walked back towards him, reaching out to touch his chest which was now rising and falling rapidly, but he grabbed you before you could make contact. His grip on your wrist was so tight it was almost painful. His knuckles were white, and you could see a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face. 

His eyes bore into your own with a stare that warned you not to try anything more. 

“I’m sorry y/n but you have to leave. Not tonight. Not like this.” With his free hand he grabbed your belongings off his desk, shoving them into your arms. 

Still speechless, he opened the door and pulled you outside before going back in and closing the door behind him. You stood and stared at his office door for a minute, recollecting yourself and processing what the hell had just happened. 

Eventually your shaky legs began making their way down the hallway, back towards your car. You were pretty sure a janitor saw you as you turned the corner just down the hall from Baekhyun’s office. You kept your head down, trying to hide your face best you could while hurrying past. 

Once you were sitting in your car, you slumped into the seat, mind still in a daze after what happened in Baekhyun’s office. You waited for your breathing and heartrate to slow down before you drove away. 

Baekhyun left shorty after you as well, unable to concentrate on anything but the sound of you moaning his name. He felt terrible for throwing you out of his office but he’d meant what he said. He didn’t want his first time to have you to be in his office, purely fueled by pent up lust. He wanted to give you more than that. 

More than anything, he just couldn’t believe he’d gotten what he’d wanted for the entire summer. It didn’t seem possible, but now it had happened. And you actually kissed him back. It felt too good to be true. He felt himself once again struggling to sleep, but this time because he was too excited. This time, he didn’t have to keep himself up wondering, he knew he had you. He just couldn’t wait to see what would happed now.

You on the other hand couldn’t stop worrying about that exact thing as you stared at the ceiling above your bed. What would happen now? The thoughts weren’t fearful anymore, there was just too many of them to shut your mind down enough to sleep. 

You’d finally allowed yourself to give into him, and there was no more turning back. 

Next Chapter

[studyblrfersure]

If I can give anyone any advice for college/university (besides “for the love of all things that are good and right in this world, stay on top of your work”), it’s to communicate with your teachers/professors.

I’m in my senior year, and life’s been a bitch, as it do. Well, one of my classes has literally two homework assignments for the whole quarter: the midterm essay and the final essay.

That means that SO MUCH of my course grade is riding on these two papers.

My brain lately has been avoiding stressful responsibilities (like catching up on all my over-due reading) by being distracted by anything and everything, leaving my midterm (due this past Monday) wholly unfinished.

So I emailed my teacher a few hours before the deadline and flat out asked if I could have a couple extra days to submit it, and turn it in by the end of Wednesday (today). He said, “yeah cool. good luck”

Noice.

It’s Wednesday, and I emailed him an hour ago like, “hey, it’s been rough, I won’t have it done by tonight’s deadline, but thanks for the extension I appreciate it. I’ll probably have it done on Friday, so I’ll submit it late.”

(Own your mistakes, don’t whine about shit, but also express gratitude when they’ve extended you courtesies that they didn’t have to extend[!!]!)

He just emailed me back like, “pfft nah I won’t start reading them until Friday morning anyway, so just turn it in over the weekend and you’re good. Lemme know if you have questions about the material [it’s dense stuff] good luck.”

Y’all I can’t. I’ve been so stressed lately I started crying when I got that.

✨Reach out to your instructors if you need help/extensions!✨

Don’t be like me and just wallow in your pity and spiral deeper into your stress. Most of the time they’re willing to help if they’re able to.

[dr-gaytorius]

I email my teacher because I hadn't realized that for some reason one of the assignments is due on the 27th instead of the 30th like all the others for this week, and I had initially overlooked it because it is almost identical to another assignment - which occur in a regular trio of quiz, discussion, and paper. It was just a surprise extra that for some reason is almost identical to the usual one and also listed very confusingly within the module drop down menu AND as a separate post at the very bottom of the course's content page.

Regardless, I have been locked out because I confused the deadline. I message my teacher apologizing and explaining that, and asking for an extension. He asks for what. I reply saying the aforementioned assignment (the only thing that was due last night for the course). He asks which questions I want to discuss.

I don't want to discuss any questions, I never mentioned that, I simply want access to them. And all of them. So I simply say that it isn't so much that I need to discuss the questions but access them as I mistakenly missed the deadline and have been locked out of the quiz, and that I was hoping he would give me an extension.

He says that I'm just below a 90, and asks if I want to "retake it."

I can't retake it, I haven't taken it once, I have been locked out. I have never seen these questions in my life, I don't want to discuss them, I just want the ability to answer them. I didn't hide or obscure this information in walls of text, my messages were clear and brief. You're a college professor and you can't read? You're going to pass to the list of people I need to depend on but just simply can't? I'm going to kill you.

I haven't even answered yet because I just got back home from errands and and sat down and read his email I immediately got so mad I teared up lmfaooooo. This has been a 4 hour long correspondence btw

Honestly things would just be so much easier if my teachers read their emails properly or at all

[obeymeluv]

The Bros and School Headcanons

I have other stuff in mind but this is something short I can put out for now.

It’s my headcanon on the types of school/college people the bros are. I guess you can consider it college AU?

Lucifer

The Type-A asshole everyone probably hates

Doesn’t originally start out that way, doesn’t mean for people to hate him. Soon LIVES for it. Seriously, it’s like his coffee.

Prideful AF. MUST be top of the class!

His motto: “Do it right, do it once.”

Runs on an insane amount of coffee and just as insane (read: little) amount of sleep

The type to remind the teacher about assignments that were due in class if it seems like they’re going to forget about it

Asks about extra credit on day one

If people ask repeat questions that were LITERALLY just answered, he gets pissy and silently suffers

Ends up a little sad and burnt out, wondering if the grade was worth skipping out on other opportunities

Says he’s not going to do it next semester, but gets addicted to that grade high

The “friends” he makes in class are usually fellow rivals and they have a hot and cold relationship that somehow works really well

When he drops the grade-chaser stuff, he’s actually really nice to be around. He has really deep, interesting conversations that are between philosophical and educational (you just have to pull his head out of his ass first)

Mammon

Some people wonder how he got into the class, some people wonder how he’s passing it

Mammon is the dude who looks like he doesn’t know about the subject but is an absolute FOUNTAIN of knowledge

Always has sunglasses on and has some kind of drink within arm’s reach. Usually a very big coffee with lots of espresso

Constant bedhead (even if he says he fixed his hair)

Tried sitting in the front row the first week, kept getting sleepy. Now sits in the back row towards the doors.

He’s either early or late. Never on time.

The one that brings a notebook and a pen to class. Nothing extra.

Usually falls asleep or cat naps. Says he learns through osmosis

This asshole is really good at auditory learning and gets by recording the lectures

Blows through exams like they’re nothing. He’s a good BS’er and gets C’s, minimum. Usually low B’s.

This guy laughs at the Type-A stresser’s and enjoys his minimum studying

Can be suckered into group studying fairly easily but most people won’t study with him because he turns study sessions into anything BUT studying

Knows people who know people. Could probably get his hands on old tests and stuff. If he can, it’ll cost you. A lot.

Levi

This poor baby has testing anxiety hella bad when it comes to subjects he’s not super interested in or that he’s already struggling in

If he likes the subject and feels confident in it, there’s no testing anxiety.

Also brings a drink to class. It’s an energy drink.

Always comes to class early and is usually in a pair of wireless headphones, browsing on his phone

A great visual learner.

His notes are written sloppily and kind of sporadically but they’re decently organized with notes in the margin and things like that

Doesn’t like asking questions out loud. Will either email the teacher, ask after class, or make a friend that isn’t afraid to ask them for him.

If he’s having a good day, he’ll try to make jokes that only make a few people laugh. It’s usually bad timing and he’s a little sad.

MUCH BETTER AT DRAGGING PEOPLE! It’s not something he thinks about. It just slips out! Before his face can overheat, he realizes people are laughing and he kind of basks in it for a while.

Has coordinated stationary; is probably animes he’s into or colors he likes

If he has a laptop, it’s absolutely smothered in stickers

The BEST guy to have a study session with. Something about being in a library or quiet area ramps up his focus and he’s like a second-hand teacher.

Very different from his in-class persona, but is often spot on with ‘If I were the teacher, I’d put this on the exam.’

Want to be friends? Comment on his merch. He’ll start a conversation if he sees a shirt/pin/bag/pencil or anything he likes. It helps if you offer Starbucks or snacks in exchange for being tutored

Satan

Takes pride in his grades but doesn’t go out of his way to make people hate him

Will casually drop his grades when asked, but won’t own up to being the top grade. Very vague (”I did okay. Just like I expected.”)

He more or less enjoys the satisfaction of seeing a good grade come back to him after all that studying

Prone to over-thinking

Probably the first one done, but he’ll do 2 or 3 look overs to check everything before turning it in

Low-key exhausts his professors with written assignments because he gives them a fucking book. It’s all technical and correct but, really, it was only supposed to be three pages!

The one that will yell at the obnoxious people interrupting lecture. Will throw things at them if they’re in reach.

Super protective of his books and class materials. Has a hoarding/scooping reflex when messy people spread out their stuff or unwrap food. The books are not to be desecrated!

If an obnoxious eater/drinker is beside him, he thinks about strangling them to the point where it distracts him from lecture

Usually reads ahead and works ahead

If he gets points off of something, he’ll want an explanation. If he feels the points were taken away unnecessarily, there will be words

If he gets too overstimulated with noises or just hits a point of being fed up, he’ll leave lecture

Rarely brings food or drink to class but can be found at the Starbucks on campus before class. Maybe after. Some days it’s both.

Best notes around. Very technical and perfectly organized. Not colorful or anything, but definitely the envy of people.

Sells his notes/study guides each semester for money

Asmo

That guy who can slide into any friend group

Socially sharp. Can tell who the most prepared are and has an instinct for who the strongest class partners will be

Makes friends with the TA’s before the professors.

Totally convinces that TA to give him hints about the upcoming exams

People either love him or hate him. Most people love him, some people hate them because they can’t be him.

Almost always has a drink and it’s rarely the same. Usually a healthy smoothie or one of the cute juice drinks from Starbucks.

The type to bring in outside food and pick at it while he listens to lecture. Tries to listen, anyways.

Really easily distracted. Gets bored with monotonous voices and HATES teachers who just read off of a powerpoint.

His notes are very colorful and aesthetic but may not be the most informative

Does his best to stay on top of assignments but usually has 2 or 3 big screw ups a semester

Somehow always gets his ass saved. Boy has good karma in stock

This is the guy that things ALWAYS seem to work out for, and they fall in his lap

Proposes cute/semi-extravagant study dates. They are rare and exclusive. Extended to a few choice people (no, it’s not to sucker anyone into giving him class notes.)

Aim’s for C’s because anything more is just a bonus. D’s and F’s are unacceptable.

Will drag a bad partner in a heartbeat. If they didn’t help in the group project, their name isn’t going on it.

Beel

Also one of the types that doesn’t look like he belongs, but he does

Is a fountain of random knowledge

Very strong memory, but not perfect. The type that needs a little push before the absolute WALL of information comes out.

Really strong test taker

Brings tons of snacks to class

Once brought a whole-ass meal to class. He ate it one-handed and took notes with the other.

The guy that somehow gets roped into favors by other people. It’s usually quick stuff and he’s good about setting boundaries to make time for himself and his studies

Want him to study with you? Mention about splitting a pizza or something.

Your hype man. Good guy to reassure you before tests if you get test anxiety

Sick and skip class? He’ll check in on you AND send copies of his notes

Doesn’t always get assignments in on time. Only late once or twice a semester. Either eats the point difference or convinces the teacher to give him an extension.

Will take you out for post-test fun errands

Belphie

Does he exist? You won’t find out until it’s time to take an exam.

Belphie does a lot of research before he signs up for a class. Would like to go 100% online but knows that isn’t realistic, so he combs teacher reviews to get nice, easygoing professors

Has a photographic memory, so all he really needs are the powerpoints and to check out reference copies of the textbooks from the libraries

Tries to take the same classes as his brothers so he can swipe the textbook for a bit

If his only option is a morning class, he DEFINITELY picks the same one as one of his bros to make sure he gets up and goes

More of a night owl

The one that’s addicted to caffeine, stays up all night, and somehow gets 7 assignments done. Has periods of intense focus then it’s back to not knowing what day it is. He just wants sleep.

Usually seen with Beel or Satan. Tends to show up at events with free food.

Loves finals week when they bring in dogs and pets.

Has wireless earbuds and is always listening to a podcast, Tedtalk, or something soothing

Catnaps through class. Even if he’s woken up from a dead sleep, he can answer whatever snarky question someone asked

Takes advantage of the meditation classes and alternative therapy walk-ins promoted by the Mental Health Clinic. He really likes guided meditation with singing bowls.

[yoon-kooks]

The Devil Writes Romance | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fanficwriter!Yoongi

Summary: When you’re assigned to work with Min Yoongi on a final project for your Writing Fiction course, you stumble upon the fuck boy’s secret identity as a sappy fanfic writer. With the heart and soul of an aspiring editor, you’re somehow convinced by the boy himself to help make his fictional romance more realistic and heartfelt. Before you know it, you’ve made a not-so-innocent pinky promise with the devil.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex :-)

A/N: this is basically a pilot that sets up a lot of plot for a potential series so lmk if you like the idea and would continue reading it as a series! also special shoutout to @chewymoustachio​ for the love & support 💖

As spring semester comes to a close, your only goal is to make it through finals week unscathed. Like many of your fellow English majors, most of your finals are extensive papers rather than traditional exams. Normally this would not stress you out, but your Writing Fiction course has thrown a curveball your way: half of your grade is dependent on your partner, Min Yoongi.

Personally, you’ve never been a fan of partner or group projects because you always somehow end up with incompetent teammates who either do a half-assed job or ghost you until the day before it’s due. Either way, you’ve learned and become accustomed to relying only on yourself.

However, as your Writing Fiction class has taught you, a writer’s world is not built upon independence. Rather, it’s built upon the opposite. Writers depend on others for support, feedback, and revision. That’s where your final project comes on.

For your final project, everyone in your class signed up for the role of either a writer or editor, and you’ve been randomly paired up with someone who chose the opposite. It’s no secret to anyone that you dream of becoming an editor in the industry. You love the idea of reviewing other writers’ works and providing them with as much feedback and constructive criticism as possible. Naturally, you signed up to be an editor.

As fate would have it, you find yourself paired with the boy who’s pretty much slept with the entire class, including the TA, and allegedly the professor. The only person left unchecked on his list is you. Somehow, you’ve heard more gossip about his sex life than his skills as a writer, which is why you believe you’re fucked for this final.

“Hey, Partner,” Yoongi catches up with you in the hall after class. His signature cedarwood cologne is too heavy to ignore as he strides beside you. “Are you free tonight?”

“To brainstorm some story ideas?” You tilt your head and add an innocent tone to mask the skepticism. Truthfully, you know what he really wants. It’s not your first rodeo.

“I actually already have a story in mind,” he says. “But I was thinking you and I could-”

“What’s the story about?” Because you’d much rather hear about that than one of Yoongi’s many excuses to get in your pants.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he shrugs as the two of you walk out of the building and into the beaming afternoon sun. You lift an arm to block the light out of your face, only to realize the boy’s shadow blocks it for you. Apparently, there are perks to walking with a buddy after class. “I’ll send you the draft tonight.”

“The professor literally just assigned the project and it’s not due for another week,” you raise an eyebrow. Weird, you’ve never seen a college kid so proactive and eager to get a head start on their final project. Something tells you the boy is just spouting bullshit and telling you what you want to hear. “You don’t have to rush and write all ten thousand words in a single night…”

“Well I don’t have any other plans tonight,” he says. “Unless you want to-”

“Nice try, Yoongi.” You start walking further ahead of the boy. You’re forced to squint as to not be blinded by the sun. “I guess you can have fun writing your story, then.”

“You really know how to play hard to get, Y/N…” Yoongi whines in that raspy voice of his, eliciting the tiniest smirk on your face. You might not approve of his fuck boy tendencies, but you’re also not opposed to teasing him a bit.

“If you really want to impress me, keep your word and send the draft tonight.” You spin around and wave farewell as you battle the sun. “Your editor will be waiting.”

As soon as you arrive home, you realize Yoongi isn’t the only one without any Friday night plans. With nothing to do, a large part of you hopes your partner keeps his promise so you can at least try to be productive over the weekend. But ten thousand words is a lot to write in one night. It’s more than likely that he won’t be able to pull it off.

In an attempt to wind down, you scroll through the blog feeds of your favorite writers. Many of them, such as @suga-fix and @jk-seagull, are college students like you, so you can appreciate all the time and effort they put into their craft on top of their school work. While the fan in you loves to shower them with sweet and supportive messages, the editor in you hopes to one day be able to also provide feedback on a professional level.

At the very top of your feed is a short post from @suga-fix, a romance fanfic writer whom you recently found while scouring the #jiminscenarios tag for something free of smut.

“Does anyone else struggle to ask their crush out or is it just me? Asking for a friend.”

You giggle at the innocent question. In addition to writing the sappiest Jimin fanfics, Suga is known to post snippets of his own nonexistent love life on his blog. From what you understand, he’s a boy who’s never experienced true love firsthand. Recently, however, he’s been gushing over his pretty classmate. You’re waiting for the day when he builds up enough courage and finally lands a date.

Until then, you’re satisfied with reading his ongoing fictional love story featuring the popular idol, Park Jimin, as a struggling romance novelist who finds inspiration in a skeptical wedding photographer. You absolutely adore the story, the characters, and the underlying narrative, but the editor in you can point out an area for improvement: his romance game. 

You notice the two main characters lack a certain level of chemistry to get the readers quaking and itching for more. Most of the time, the intimate scenes end with poor Jimin getting friendzoned, which certainly has its charm and humor. But truthfully, you expect a little more love from a romance fic.

You suspect that, to some extent, this is intentional as the characters are the type to dance around intimacy and have pessimistic views on romance overall. However, you also wouldn’t be surprised if Suga’s own personal inexperience with romantic scenarios is what holds him back the most.

After catching up on your socials, eating dinner, and hopping out of the shower, you sit in the darkness of your room and check one more thing before calling it a night. No email, no text, no draft from your partner. Not that you were actually expecting anything, but it would’ve been nice for the fuck boy to prove you wrong.

To be fair, you know how long and painful ten thousand words can be. If Yoongi is in fact sprinting through those ten thousand words and gets them to you by the time you wake up, you’ll consider him a man of his word.

[4:56AM] Yoongi💋 “I emailed you the thing”

[7:24AM] Y/N “Ooh, I’ll take a look 👁👁”

[7:25AM] Y/N “Btw I don’t appreciate you adding an emoji to your contact info on my phone”

After changing Yoongi’s contact name to something more appropriate, you go into your email and find the story draft that the boy had sent at exactly 4:55AM. The word count on the document says 10,382. Not too shabby, Min Yoongi.

You grab your morning caffeine and crack open your laptop to read your partner’s story on the big screen. Right away, you notice the document is titled “Untitled1” which is never a great sign, but you’re willing to forgive him if its content is stellar.

The first thing that puts a smile on your face is the main character, Jimothy. His name reminds you of your favorite idol, Jimin, with a playful touch. He’s the romance novelist who attends his friend’s wedding where he has a chance encounter with a pretty wedding photographer-

Wait. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this story before. In fact, you know exactly where it came from. You pull up Suga’s Jimin fic and put it side-by-side against Yoongi’s version. While it’s not exactly a copy-and-paste situation, the romance novelist x wedding photographer premise is too similar for it to be a mere coincidence.

At first glance, you find it funny that Yoongi took the time to reword everything to not be caught by the plagiarism police. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he did a quick search of Jimin fanfiction and picked one that was moderately popular but not viral enough for anyone to notice. Jimin fanfic just so happens to be your guilty pleasure, so there’s absolutely no way you’d let a plagiarist slip one past you.

But upon further review, after digesting the entirety of the fic, you find that Yoongi’s flow and choice of words are eerily similar to Suga’s style without recycling a single line. Likewise, you notice the same lack of chemistry in both versions of the story. You suppose this can only mean one thing, and you need to confront him about it in person. Because the last thing you want is for him to ghost you like everyone else you’ve ever worked with.

[8:42AM] Y/N “I just finished looking it over”

[8:43AM] Y/N “Wanna get coffee & discuss? ☕️📖”

[8:45AM] Yoongi🐍 “Oh? I thought you weren’t interested in a date with me 🥺”

[8:46AM] Y/N “Let’s meet in about an hour at the coffeehouse on campus?”

[8:46AM] Yoongi🐍 “See ya there, my editor”

As you stir the oat milk into your second dose of caffeine for the morning, you wonder how you can bring up your suspicions in an appropriate and professional way. Should you confront him about it immediately, gently coax him in that direction, or take a more passive approach to see if he’ll mention it on his own? Because if you’re going to be this boy’s editor, you want to do it right.

“Thoughts?” Yoongi enters the chat with slightly damp hair and an iced Americano in hand. Your only thought in that moment is about how fucking good he smells, even in the presence of the rich aromas of your favorite roasted coffee beans. But you’ll leave those thoughts to yourself.

“My first thought was that you sent me a document titled Untitled1,” you say.

“I have a working title,” he assures you. “But I’m curious to hear what clever titles my editor has come up with after reading through the whole thing.”

“Pink Cheek Syndrome sounds appropriate.” Because that’s the title of Suga’s original fic. It’s also the term coined by Jimothy to describe couples who aren’t as in love as they’d like to believe. It’s a facade to fool everyone, including themselves.

“Great minds think alike after all.” Yoongi leans in to give you a high-five, but you just throw a balled up napkin at his palm. Confess. Just confess already.

“Can I ask what inspired the concept?” You bite your lip. “You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Don’t you ever feel like people get into relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship?”

“Yeah.” All the time, in fact.

“It’s pretty shallow if you ask me,” he says with a nonchalant chuckle, as if he’s not the shallowest person on campus when it comes to established relationships. “PCS is just a commentary on people like that vs people like you and me.”

You and him? You’re not sure you have anything in common with someone who breaks hearts and sleeps around so casually.

“Sounds like something a fanfic writer would come up with.” Because it is.

“Sounds like something a fanfic reader would say,” he throws back at you.

“In fact, there’s a Jimin fanfic I read once called Pink Cheek Syndrome,” you say. The dose of coffee moving up Yoongi’s straw suddenly freezes. “You’re the original writer, right?”

He swallows hard and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“The writing style matches even though you didn’t copy and paste,” you scroll back through Yoongi’s version for reference. “And besides, scrambling to write ten thousand words in one night is typical fanfic writer behavior. A true plagiarist doesn’t know what it means to put those hours in.”

“Nothing gets past your sharp eyes, huh, Y/N…” Yoongi sighs, failing to hide behind his Americano. “I’m equally impressed as I am scared.”

“Wait, so you’re really Suga?” Your eyes widen. Suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of emotions. Excited, nervous, star-struck. But most of all? Confused. “How?”

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He picks up his phone and starts typing away at something.

“I won’t,” you say, also pulling out your phone to check up on the @suga-fix blog. Sure enough, there’s a stream of several new posts from a few seconds ago.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK”

“I feel so exposed 😔”

“Quick, everyone act like this isn’t a fanfic blog.”

“We can pretend to be like a porn blog or smth”

“I can read everything you’re posting, you know.” You show your blog feed to Yoongi, who’s still busy keysmashing. When he finally glances up from his screen to yours, the look on his face is both flattered and distressed.

“You follow me, too?” The boy takes a long sip of his Americano, shifting his beady little eyes and plotting his next move. “What’s your URL?”

“You’re totally going to block me,” you frown. “I already told you, I’m not going to tell anyone…”

As you continue to scroll through Yoongi’s blog, you notice his post is gone from the day before. Perhaps that’s what the boy is desperately trying to hide.

“By the way, is it true that Min Yoongi, resident fuck boy, has a crush on someone?” You get excited because that’s not something you hear everyday. In regards to Yoongi, it’s always been sex, sex, and more sex. He’s notorious around campus for having one-night stands and breaking hearts the morning after. You’d never imagine a boy like him having an innocent crush on anyone.

“Where’d you hear that?” The boy across from you gradually sinks deeper and deeper into his seat every time you open your mouth to expose him further.

“You made a post yesterday about not being able to talk to your crush properly,” you giggle. “It was kind of cute.”

“I was talking about my friend.”

“You can’t fool me, Yoongi. I’m not that oblivious.” You take a sassy sip of your coffee and lean forward. “So who’s your crush? Is it someone in our class?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he shoos you away and slides a hard copy of his draft in your direction. “Let’s not get distracted from why we’re really here.”

“Hold it, I’m not just being nosy for the gossip, you know,” you say. “From an editor’s perspective, I think the romance in your story could benefit from you interacting more with your crush.”

For a moment, Yoongi just gives you a look. You can see the wheels spinning in his head. “Well, that person doesn’t seem very interested in me, so…”

“Unrequited love?” you gasp. The plot thickens.

“Yeah,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But you did give me an idea just now.”

You examine his handsome face for a hint of what’s to come. His signature Fuck Boy Smirk tells you he’s up to no good again. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my editor, right?” he asks. You nod. “And your main critique is that I should up my romance game, right?”

You nod again.

“What if you help me make the romance scenes more believable and realistic?” The boy watches as you blink your wide eyes, stunned at his suggestion. You know he doesn’t just mean that from an editorial standpoint. Surely there’s an ulterior motive here. “And before you jump to any conclusions, no, this does not include sex.”

Oh.

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t write smut, despite how much of a fuck boy he is in real life. Because you’re sure he has the capability and personal experience to write some steamy and wild sex scenes. And yet, he chooses to focus on hardcore romance instead, something he himself is much less familiar with. It’s mind-blowing to think that a boy as experienced in bed as Yoongi could be so inexperienced elsewhere.

Why does he write the opposite of how he lives?

“I don’t think that’s how editors work,” you finally respond to Yoongi’s proposal, flipping through his draft and writing in the margins. You have to admit, the boy has a gift. His stories would no doubt skyrocket in popularity if the lovey-dovey scenes could draw out true, raw emotions as though you were there living in those moments. As a reader, you want him to pull at your heartstrings, smash your heart into a million pieces, and slowly put it back together. All of that can be achieved if the writer gets some hands-on experience in the love department. “But I get what you’re saying.”

“So is that a yes or a no?” He sips down the rest of his Americano as you continue to think your decision through.

Given what you know about Yoongi’s track record as a fuck boy, you’re hesitant. But at the same time, the ambitious editor in you knows what you want.

“It’s a yes,” you sigh. “But only if you promise me a few things.”

“Go on.”

“One, you’ll come to me if you’re struggling and need suggestions, advice, or someone to talk to.”

“Easy. You can be my editor-in-chief.”

“Two, if anyone asks, we aren’t dating.”

“Got it.”

“Three, help me study and prepare for the rest of my finals.”

“We can have study dates.”

“And lastly, please don’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this thing. Because that would be awkward.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the possessive type, Y/N,” he smirks.

“Not trying to be That Controlling Bitch who forbids you from sleeping around, but I think it would defeat the purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“But what if this goes on for a while?” Yoongi strokes his imaginary Santa beard. “You expect me to practice abstinence forever?”

“It won’t go on forever, Yoongi,” you giggle at the boy’s silly remark. “Because eventually, you’ll find someone who can bring out those romantic feelings better than our faux intimacy ever will.”

“But you’ll still be my editor-in-chief?”

“If everything works out, then I don’t see why not.” You want to be optimistic about a long-term deal, but you can’t seem to rid yourself of the doubt stuck in the back of your mind. Because humans, not just fuck boys like Yoongi, seem to have a hard time keeping their promises. “I only ask that you don’t break my trust.”

Before responding, the boy meets his eyes with yours. You suppose tender eye contact is a skill he acquired from his flirty lifestyle. You, on the other hand, blink away. Eye contact longer than a glance has always made you feel vulnerable.

“I won’t, Y/N,” he says, coating his raspy voice with a layer of honey. It’s almost as intoxicating as his cedarwood cologne, but that’s another thought you’ll keep to yourself.

You watch as he slides his pinky into view, over the draft and coffees to make it official. After cracking a smile at his childish gesture, you wrap your pinky around his, thus marking the beginning of your deal with the devil.

[riverdalenerdlol]

Story time

For a glimpse into the insanity that currently is my life, look no further than underneath the cut

I think I've told everyone how I got hit by a deer. I was doing night land navigation during Army field training exercises, and I was doing it alone because I was being assessed on it. I find one grid coordinate, then I walk into the pretty dense woods to find another. To be honest, I was more afraid of stepping on or even seeing a snake rather than anything else that could've happened. And I also didn't like being out in the dark, alone.

Just to make things better, my headlamp dies. So now I'm standing in the middle of the woods, without a consistent amount of light. Amazing.

Eventually I find a little bit of a clearing in the trees where there's a good amount of moonlight coming down and it allows me to see my map. Still, the foliage towers at LEAST 6 inches above my head. All I can see is my map and the trail I've made through the tall ass foliage behind me. I essentially have blinders on because of how thick and tall the plants were.

I've been standing there for a good while without making any noise, so nature starts to - as we call it - "reset". Animals start coming back into the area, the bugs are louder, etc. It's like I'm not there (plus I'm wearing camouflage from head to toe with just a reflective belt on my back - it's like I don't exist). I think I was just standing there for 5-10 minutes - I don't remember.

I hear rustling coming toward me, and my first thought is that it's a person, because why wouldn't it be. It gets a little louder, and then I notice it speeds up. As it gets closer to me, I prepare to come face to face with a person, but when the plants part it's a goddamn DEER FACE I'm looking at, running through the area. Next thing I know I'm on the ground, looking up at the sky, and it steps on my leg as it runs right through me.

The entire experience is absurd and hilarious, and you should definitely laugh at me. I deserve it. My band director laughed at me, as he should, because it's the funniest thing that could have happened.

Before I go further, I want to make a few things clear. 1 - I am okay. I suffered a few bad bruises, and this may have caused the hamstring strain that I currently have. I am only slightly traumatized by this experience that NO ONE will let me live down. 2 - It was a doe, not a buck. I would be dead if it were a buck. 3 - No, I was NOT able to tackle it like many of my male friends have suggested I should have done. I first saw it when it was six inches in front of my face.

Flash forward to two nights later - I asked my French professor for an extension on a sonnet I was supposed to write so I could do it after I was done with field training, not before. This IS relevant, I promise. Running out of time until midnight, I say "fuck it" and I proceed to write my French sonnet about getting hit by a deer in the woods.

Make no mistake, the poem doesn't really deviate too much from what actually happened, except for the part at the end where I added some jibberish about how getting hit by a deer can remind you of how small you are in comparison to the universe. I needed some bullshit meaning for this damn sonnet. I finish writing it in about two hours, and it's a lot better than I thought it would be considering I'm bullshitting an assignment but it's good bullshitting. I do this stuff all the time - I am so good at bullshitting assignments. I submit the poem, and I forget about it completely.

Then... two weeks later... my professor GRADES the poems.

This is where the story goes from funny to hysterical.

I've got to be honest, this poem actually slaps. For something that I bullshat so hard, this poem goes off. I may share it eventually, but not yet.

I notice a few emails late Friday night, but I'm on fall break so I don't really check them. Eventually I do check them, and there are comments on the document I submitted. She left comments. I brace myself for the worst, but...

My professor loves it. SHE LOVES IT. What the fuck?

Might I remind everyone that this poem is about GETTING HIT BY A MOTHERFUCKING D E E R. I only added some sort of existential meaning BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU DO WHEN YOU WRITE POETRY. Jesus Christ. She loves it. It's literally titled THE DEER AND THE GIRL. It's about ME getting HIT by a DEER.

Here's a direct quote (translated, ofc): "This is one of the best poems I've read in a long time. You are extremely talented. (...) Magnificent."

WHAT THE HELL

I BULLSHAT THIS POEM SO FUCKING HARD

So I freak out about this, because it shouldn't be so good, because it's not supposed to do so well for something I didn't even TRY doing.

Still, it does slap (I think it's better in French, but that's just me).

Flash forward to today.

I have French class, so I go to it (even though I skipped my Poli Sci class because I was tired AF - took a nap on a makeshift bed instead). I am told by my professor she wants to speak to me after class.

I haven't really performed well on her quizzes and exams, but I do pretty well on regular assigments, so I imagine it's about that or the times I've turned in stuff late, which she hates.

At the end of class, I finally get to talk to her.

This woman is SIMPING OVER THIS POEM. And...

She wants me to enter a poetry competition *facepalm*

I'm *magnificent* and I have *so much talent* and etc, etc.

I'd like it known that I was the only one she pulled aside for this. Others had to rewrite theirs, but NOT ME.

She made me promise her I wouldn't stop writing (she didn't say poetry so I just took it in general terms)... and OH if she knew that I wrote fanfic I think she'd have a heart attack.

Anyways. Yeah. Shit's crazy.

[bittysvalentines]

Gravity Can Forget

From: @the-lincyclopedia

To: @loveyoutoobits

Summary: Jack takes such good care of Eric after Eric's concussion that Eric can't help but develop feelings. Too bad Jack is straight . . . right? 

Rating: T

Tags: Concussions, Hurt/Comfort, Coming Out, Year 1 (Check Please!), Getting Together, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Limited, Present Tense

“Bittle. I’ve got your back.” 

The words echo around Eric’s head as his ears ring. The crowd seems to be making noise—a lot of noise, actually, enough to worsen his headache—but their roar is competing with the ringing in his ears and the ghost of Jack’s words. It’s a lot of sound to take in, and Eric shuts his eyes as if eliminating input to one sense will make it easier to handle the overwhelming input to another. He’s not sure how he wound up laying on the ice; the last thing he remembers is Jack talking to him on their way out of the huddle. 

The next thing he knows, there’s a hand on his shoulder. He can feel its weight through his pads, but it’s not shaking him; it’s just resting there. 

“Bitty,” he hears. It’s Jack’s voice. “Bits, are you conscious? Wake up for me, please.” 

“’M awake,” Eric mumbles.

“Merci à Dieu,” breathes Jack. “Can you open your eyes, bud?” 

Eric groans but opens his eyes. There are stars in his field of vision. He blinks several times, but they don’t go away. He’s dizzy. 

Two pairs of feet—wearing shoes, not skates—stomp-shuffle into view. The legs they’re attached to bend, and then Hall and Murray’s faces enter Eric’s field of vision. “Come on, Bittle,” says Hall. He slides his hands under Eric’s armpits and pulls Eric upright. “Can you skate?”

Eric considers the question. It feels like his brain is working more slowly than usual. “Maybe?”

Hall puts his arms around Eric in a sort of side-hug, and Murray adds a hand against Eric’s back, and the three of them make their slow, halting way off the ice. There seems to be . . . clapping? Eric isn’t sure what’s happening until he hears his name: Bitt-le, Bitt-le, Bitt-le. He’s surprised. He knows his name is on the back of his jersey, but he’s just a frog. Nobody really knows who is—right? 

Lardo gives him a shaky smile when he makes it to the bench. “You okay, dude?”

Eric starts to shake his head and immediately regrets it. So much nausea. “Not great,” he mumbles. 

She reaches out a hand as if to clap him on the shoulder and then seems to think better of it. “You did great. Proud of you.” 

“Thanks,” Eric mumbles.

“Larissa, can you take him to urgent care?” Hall asks. Murray’s hand is no longer on Eric’s back, and Murray himself isn’t in Eric’s field of vision. When did he leave? “I’ll come as soon as the game is over—you’ll probably still be in the waiting room. He’s conscious, so it’s probably fine for him not to go to the emergency room, but we should get him checked out tonight. Someone will need to stay with him all night if he has a concussion, but we can figure that out later.” 

“All right,” says Lardo. She stands and maneuvers Eric’s arm over her shoulder. “Let’s go, Bitty.” 

Lardo helps Eric to the locker room and oversees him taking off his skates and pads. She grabs his bag out of his cubby and makes sure his wallet is there, with his insurance card in it, before they leave the arena. Eric gets the most carsick he’s been in ages on the drive to the hospital, but he manages to avoid actually throwing up until they’re in the parking lot. Lardo, to her credit, just rubs Eric’s back as he hurls and then helps him walk around the puddle and into the building. 

After Lardo helps Eric check in, the two of them sit down and Lardo takes out her phone. “Well, we won,” she says. 

“Huh?” Eric asks. 

“Samwell won the game. It’s over already. Jack says he and Hall are going to head to the hospital soon.” 

“Oh. Good,” says Eric. He’s vaguely aware that ordinarily he’d be tweeting right now, but the prospect just seems overwhelming, so he stares at the wall instead. 

He’s not sure how long it’s been when Hall and Jack show up. Hall takes a seat on Lardo’s other side and begins asking her quiet questions, but Jack crouches down in front of Eric and says, “Bits, I’m so sorry.”

Eric isn’t sure what Jack’s apologizing for. The only word he manages to form is, “What?”

“The play was dangerous. All I was thinking about was winning, and I put you at risk for that.” 

“Jack, we play hockey.” 

“Yeah, but that guy boarded Holster. You were so brave, but I shouldn’t’ve—”

“Eric Bittle?” a nurse calls. 

Eric stands and then lurches forward. Jack catches him and throws one of Eric’s arms over his shoulder, which doesn’t work very well given the height difference, and then Eric, Jack, Lardo, and Hall make their way back to a doctor’s office, with Jack half-carrying Eric. 

The doctor asks Eric a number of questions, about both his symptoms and the world at large—he’s dizzy and nauseous, but at least he knows Obama’s the president—and then tests to see whether Eric has double vision (he does) and can walk on his own (kind of). In the end, Eric gets diagnosed with a mild concussion, which makes him wonder what sort of symptoms are required for a serious one. The doctor says he should ask for extensions on all his assignments and do less schoolwork for the next few weeks at least, as well as avoiding exercise and screen time. The doctor also says that someone needs to wake him up every hour that night to make sure he’s still conscious and lucid. 

Hall asks if Eric thinks his roommate would be willing to wake him up all night, but, before Eric can even wrap his head around the question, Jack says, “Don’t worry about that. I’ll do it.” 

“What?” Eric asks. 

“You can stay at the Haus tonight. You can take my bed and I’ll take the floor. I’ll wake you up every hour.” 

“But why?” Eric feels so confused. 

Jack looks pained. “Because it’s my fault you’re hurt. Let me take care of you, all right?”

Eric feels like he should argue, but he also feels like he might throw up, so he decides to just say, “Okay.” Hall and Lardo are looking between him and Jack, and Eric can’t read their expressions, but he’s too tired to care. 

Jack supports/carries Eric out of the hospital and back to Lardo’s car, and then the three of them drive back to the Haus. Eric winds up borrowing one of Jack’s T-shirts and some of Lardo’s sweatpants to sleep in (Lardo makes a “never thought you’d get in my pants” joke that Eric ignores), and he wipes his top half down with a washcloth rather than showering, since he’s still pretty unsteady on his feet. He brushes his teeth by putting some of Jack’s toothpaste on his finger, and he doesn’t bother washing his face or even looking for floss. He’s exhausted and he feels awful. All he wants is to faceplant on Jack’s bed. 

Still, he’s a Southern gentlemen. He has to ask. “You sure it’s all right if I take your bed? I feel bad about kicking you out.” 

“Bits. You literally have a traumatic brain injury because I made a bad decision. You have every right to take my bed. Just try not to hate me when I wake you up all the time, all right? I want to let you sleep, but your safety matters more.” 

“Of course, Jack,” says Eric, and then he crawls gingerly into the bed, because he has a feeling faceplanting would worsen his headache. 

(He kind of hates Jack when Jack wakes him up every hour all night, but he manages not to say anything about it, though that has more to do with talking being difficult than with Eric being tactful.)

Luckily, the next day is a Sunday, so Eric doesn’t have any obligations. He stays in Jack’s bed all day—he’s allowed real naps, without the hourly wakeup, after eight a.m.—and Jack brings him food periodically and keeps the blinds shut. When it’s dinner time, Jack orders them both takeout and they both sit cross-legged on Jack’s bed to eat it. 

“Do you want me to email your professors and tell them you won’t be in class for a few days?” Jack asks. 

Eric groans. “I’m already kind of behind in my classes.” 

There’s a pause when Eric suspects Jack might be restraining himself from saying something unkind. Then Jack says, “Do you think you can handle class tomorrow?”

Eric finishes chewing his bite and says, “Ugh. No.” 

“Okay then,” says Jack. “I’ll email your professors. I can get your schedule from Lardo.” 

“Thanks,” says Eric. 

They don’t talk much for the rest of the meal. After Jack cleans up their trash, he offers to walk Eric back to his dorm, and Eric agrees. Eric is steadier on his feet now, which is good, but Jack keeps an arm around him anyway. Eric tries to ignore the warmth that spreads through him from the points of contact. Jack is straight, and he’s just doing this out of a sense of duty and guilt. 

The next few weeks are hard. Eric spends three more days in bed before venturing to class, and then he finds his focus is worse than ever, which is saying something—his ability to pay attention has always been so bad that he hadn’t realized it was possible for it to get worse. Reading is also hard, and screens give him terrible headaches so quickly that he can’t deal with his email or typing up his papers at all. He spends his whole printing budget (and then Ransom and Holster’s printing budgets, once his runs out) printing out the scanned readings that his professors have put up on their class websites. He starts writing papers by hand and Shitty types them up, since Shitty turns out to be the only one on the team who can read Eric’s handwriting. His professors are being okay about giving him extensions, and the team is being wonderfully supportive, but he still feels like he’s limping to the finish line of this semester, and his grades are not going to be what he’d hoped. 

On top of all of Eric’s academic and concussion-related problems, the team loses their next game, knocking them out of the playoffs. After the loss—which Eric half-watches on the Haus TV, because there’s no way he’d be able to handle the noise level in the arena—Shitty texts the group chat comprising the team minus Jack (the group chat normally reserved for inappropriate jokes and planning kegsters) and tells everyone sternly that they are to leave Jack alone until Jack comes to them, and that he, Shitty, will be checking on Jack and there’s no need to double up because that’ll only make Jack annoyed. 

Which is why Eric is so surprised that Jack keeps checking on him daily after the loss. It was also a surprise right after Eric got concussed, because the team was training feverishly for the next round of the playoffs, but it’s even more of a surprise the day after the team gets knocked out of the playoffs, because Eric has seen how hard Jack takes regular-season losses, and this was the last game of the season. 

But, in spite of Eric’s expectations, Jack keeps sending How are you texts, keeps dropping by Eric’s dorm with food or medicine, keeps inviting Eric to the Haus. Eric’s stomach flips a little every time it happens, and eventually he can’t put it down to concussion-induced nausea anymore. It’s so inconvenient that he has a crush on Jack, his straight, hockey-robot captain, but that’s undoubtedly what’s happening. 

The poll for the hockey awards and for next year’s captain hits Eric’s email a couple weeks after the concussion, and Eric forces himself to deal with the screen time in order to vote. He reads the descriptions of the awards—the Carlisle Award mentions “enthusiasm,” which SMH is basically drowning in, but ultimately Eric votes for Shitty—and of course he votes for Jack for captain. The team comes first and last for Jack, and Eric is positive that, without Jack’s help with checking, he wouldn’t still be on the team—he probably wouldn’t even still be at Samwell. And that’s not even mentioning Jack taking care of him these past two weeks. 

The banquet is a week later. Eric is shocked when he receives the Carlisle Award but not at all surprised when Jack is unanimously voted captain. Jack seems surprised, though. After the banquet, he catches Eric on the way out and says, “Hey, Bits, can I talk to you about something?”

Eric keeps glancing at Jack while the rest of the team files out of the clubhouse, but Jack doesn’t say anything more to him while the other guys leave. At last, everyone else is gone, and Jack says, “Would you mind walking with me?”

“Sure,” says Eric. He’s got a baseball cap with him that doesn’t work at all with his suit, but direct sunlight still hurts enough that Eric’s willing to let his style drop a bit. He puts the cap on as the two of them step outside. 

“I, um, I wanted to thank you for voting for me,” says Jack. “I know I haven’t always treated you well—I haven’t treated you the way a captain should—and just when you started trusting me I let you down. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, for both of those things, and I feel like I don’t deserve your vote, but I’m, uh, really grateful that you voted for me anyway.” 

Eric puts a hand on Jack’s arm. “Of course I voted for you, Jack,” says Eric. “You’re a great player, but you’re also a great friend. I probably wouldn’t have been able to stay on the team without your help with checking, and you’ve been so good to me these past few weeks as I’ve been dealing with the concussion.” 

“You skipped some details,” says Jack, “but, if that’s how you want to remember it, that’s okay with me.” 

They haven’t walked very far yet, and Eric’s wondering if all the fanfare was for this. “Is that what you wanted to say to me? That you’re glad I voted for you?”

Jack runs a hand through his hair. “No. I mean, kind of, I guess? I definitely wanted to say it. But there’s another thing I wanted to say too. Well, two other things.” He clears his throat. “So, um, first of all, I’m bisexual.” 

Eric squeaks in surprise. “You—really? Oh wow, Jack! That’s great! I mean, not that you wouldn’t be great if you were straight. Just—thank you for telling me!” 

Jack chuckles a little. “You’re welcome. Um. Now the hard part. And I know there’s like a 99% chance that the answer’s going to be no, and I want you to feel free to say that. Like, this is me speaking as your friend, not your captain. Everything’s going to be fine if you say no, with the team and with me personally. Shitty knows I’m doing this, and he’s going to check in with me in like an hour, and he’s really good at cheering me up. So just say whatever you want to say.” 

Eric doesn’t know what this is about. He knows what he’d like it to be about, but that would be delusional, right? “Jack. What is it?” 

“I, um, I wanted to ask you out? And I know it’s rotten timing because the school year is almost over and we’re going to be in separate places over the summer, and, again, you can absolutely say no and everything will be fine, but Shitty gave me a pep talk and told me to go for it, and—”

Eric, who’s been feeling like a balloon has been expanding inside of him, suddenly deflates. “Shitty put you up to this?”

Jack stops walking. “What? No, Bits, no no no! I’m asking because I want to ask. I just wouldn’t have had the courage to do it if Shitty hadn’t talked to me about it.” 

“Oh,” says Eric. 

“You can say no, Bits—it really will be fine—”

“You silly boy,” says Eric gently. “Of course I’m saying yes.” 

“What—you—really?” Jack gabs. 

“Yeah,” says Eric. “Really.” 

“Do you want to go back to the Haus?” Jack asks. “My room locks—I mean, not that we have to do anything—but we could get a bit of privacy if you want it. Or just hang out with the guys. Whatever you want.” 

“Jack,” says Bitty. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for weeks. A room that locks sounds great.” 

Eric has never seen a smile this big on Jack’s face.

[autoirishlitdiscourses]

Discourse of Monday, 26 April 2021

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I do not overlap with yours, but I also think that it's actually not that you were reciting and discussing the selection you picked to the course's discourse about Shakespeare every day, because unless you are, I think. Reminder: if people aren't getting quite full credit on author, title, date, you really have done. One would have helped you to ten pages long; this counts everything including participation and attendance that is excerpted in Plough. Let me know what you're going, and you managed to articulate as fully integrated parts of your quarter! If you have done quite a challenge, and want to make sure that you just need to be aware that you just need to make huge conceptual leaps immediately. If you happen to have a good student and I will take this into account. Still Life-Le Jour. Have a good performance even though this is potentially profitable idea, but may not be able to give you a grade somewhere in the front of me wanted to demonstrate that you score at the top of the first three and four the other students were engaged, and the Stars: Nora Clitheroe, The Stare's Nest again so that I can. You had said to other people talking. A-for the quarter winds up being more successful in any way that helps to further your analysis and perhaps point him toward your larger-scale details and of putting them next to each other. Similarly, looking at the Recitation Assignment Guidelines handout. You're got a perfectly acceptable to cite poems by Eavan Boland, and would have needed to happen for this particular passage. If you don't have a hard line to walk, and it's completely up to this page:. Can you confirm she was having. Make sure that your formatting is impeccable. I felt the same degree that you gave quite a nice touch, too. Let me know if you want to know how GOLD looks for undergrads, I'm dying for it and so this hurts your ability to appreciate the argument in a productive exercise I myself tend to think about how you achieve full and open honesty about where you need to be this week. I'm sympathetic here. Not mine. Yes, that's fine provided that the one that the professor is a mid-century American painter Willem de Kooning's Woman series is full. My current plan is to think about what audiovisual and historical issues at stake. Looks like you. Picking a selection from each paragraph, you have any questions, OK? The assignment required and gave what was overall an excellent sense of the several topics that each of you effectively boosted the other's grade while you write, and have moved forward even more specifically on the section guidelines handout. I say thank you for being a good job here. The first of these guidelines with you. Soon to be fully successful. Yes/no pass, knowing where you are nervous about possibly having accidentally leaked confidential information, but rather to help you to think about how recruiting works and the marketplace, and is able to avoid. And your writing is quite enjoyable. Have a good move here, I can find a recording of your group, and your health allows. What this relationship between these texts in an otherwise dull day. Again, please read September 1913. Com that you are attentive to what other students in great detail, I absolutely understand that this is unfortunate because they tend to do that metaphorically. If he lets you expand or drop material if that doesn't work, might be surprised if they cover ground which you are planning on getting out of your recording early. Needing to study for a more impassioned which may differ in some form, even if only because they're also doing Wandering Aengus—6 p. I'll be on campus today, actually.

The Butcher Boy song 5 p. 57. It's absolutely OK to depart/intentionally/from the syllabus pretty well, you should come to each other. But analysis requires moving outside of your outline will be. Thanks for your section this week. I'm glad that it never really rises far above the compare/contrast paper which is to make it support that negative value judgment: that you could be squeezed in most places is basically structured in a moment. Good luck on the edge of something genuinely wonderful job of moving between the texts are primarily theoretical, critical, or it becomes apparent that more supports your specific point, just as Shakespeare doesn't necessarily have to make this transition which you dealt. I'm terribly sorry and embarrassed. On James Joyce's Ulysses: discussion of a topic of your skull with the same names to denote the same time, and your visual texts, how does this statement relate to the class's actual level of knowledge and their outline doesn't bear a lot of the recording of your own notes for week 3. Plan for Week 8: General Thoughts and Notes 23 October in section; we talked after section, and perform the resulting articles and see what other people to dig into in conversation. Kilmainham p. Other administrative issues? It sounds like a fair number of good news. Nothing immediately proposes itself to me, but I completely forgot. Recitation/discussion 5 p. It turns out, it's a beautiful little gem that is particularly relevant here; but make sure neither of those finals. Is that Walter definition of race were like, or historical in nature. Hi! Tonight's paper-grading rubric above. Your paper is that the paper is due or a bit more so that I have never been a pleasure to read and thought about the course syllabus that reciting twelve lines of text may only be minimal changes later tonight, a productive way to avoid a assuming that everyone in class. Alternately, if you'd like to know tonight instead of discussion. So I hope you won't have time to meet me. Still Life with Four Apples; probably others. They are presented in the class and the group develop its own; I will still be elusive at this point is that you will receive at least 70% for a student whose final grade at your main ideas. One thing that will help you to give a paper to pay off in terms of the top eight or so of all but the group may help you here. Be sure to give quite a good selection, and apply it with a selection from Ulysses this Wednesday.

Again, thank you for a job well done. Some suggestions: Georges Braque painted food-related topics not only contributes to a natural end or otherwise set up to you after I qualified it by then. I looked at them, but perhaps it would be helpful, I think that you wanted the discussion as a section you have questions about Cyclops or it becomes apparent that more information about just to pick up a fair grade for the historical and literary readings are passionate and engaged and engaging, and some broader course concerns and did a good choice on topic.

You should aim to do so by 10 p. Just send me email since then, is perhaps not easy deal for you, I will still be elusive at this point, if you want to examine, because I think? TA Christopher Walker and the Stars: Nora Clitheroe, The Butcher Boy can best be read in ways other than that, taken together, then looking at his wife, Annie, in part because it's an appropriate analysis that supports your larger-scale payoff … but as a section you have any questions, which is fantastic and free! Let me know. You're very welcome to sit down on Wednesday can you make the switch function in GOLD you should email me and holding eye contact in that relationship can make your own readings within the realm of possibility for you. There were some pauses for recall and retraction/corrections, but want to prepare a set of ideas in here, though this is really successful paper at an IV coffee shop on lower State, but the power company left me reading by candlelight for several reasons, including class, but not past your level of familiarity with the group to list their impressions of how your questions touches on. Hi! So, for instance. It took the midterm and the text, and the 1916 Easter Rising, the F on the final, too, that there will only be recited during our first section; got the lowest score was 46%. Make sure to do you mean by talking about. In particular, for instance, you will leave me with a worn pick, OK? However, if you want to make it productive to look at the performance, and I think that there are a lot of material. You need to focus on whatever revs your engine, intellectually speaking, but you handled yourself and your readings are often primarily just due to my office door SH 2432E, or unclear. You're welcome to leave your paper. Let me know what works best for you if I try very hard to avoid explicating yourself as the audio or visual component of your mind until you recite more than 100% in section. Similarly, the nude painting Fluther & Peter are tittering over in O'Casey, both of which revolve around a male visions of beautiful women, his understanding of the test, but some students may not have started reading Godot yet if they're cuing off of the Wandering Aengus Performed 16 October 2013 Thus, love of a letter grade; made an excellent job!

This doesn't change the way of thinking about it not perhaps rather the case and I appreciate your quick response! Like It, Orlando, in our backgrounds. Overall, you could engage in related to the reader/viewer, and you met them at their level of familiarity with a lifetime's regret; d it's YOUR JOB to make his slide show available to, you're about in lecture tomorrow! Of course.

[thetourguidebarbie]

You’ve got to be kidding me + Klaroline :)

Inspired by a tweet I saw posted somewhere about group projects.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Caroline whispered, staring down at her phone, feeling rage build quickly inside of her as she read the tinder messages over for the fourth time.

[klaus]: hello, sweetheart.

[klaus]: any plans tonight?

What an ass. 

They’d been thrown together for their philosophy project early on in the semester, courtesy of Professor Saltzman, resident life-ruiner. Klaus had studiously avoided her attempts to get him to talk to her after class, to the extent of being absent for the past few weeks. He’d also refused to answer any of her texts asking when they would meet up, and managed to fall completely off the grid whenever she tried to track him down through his friends or facebook. It was infuriating, the lengths to which he was going to avoid her. Sure, the philosophy project was stupid, but they still had to do it, and not all of them had a trust fund to fall back on. She had student loans that weren’t paying off themselves, and even if she hadn’t, he was being a jerk.

And now he’d had the nerve–the audacity–to message her on tinder, a place she usually went to escape stress rather than to have her blood pressure rocket up to dangerous levels. Did he even know that she was his partner? Her picture didn’t look any different from her in real life, or at least not enough to excuse him forgetting her face. Ugh. Infuriating. Did he seriously think he could just message her as though she’d be up for a one-night-stand with someone she knew for a fact was a slacker? 

Caroline Forbes did not date slackers, nor did she have one-night-stands with slackers. 

Caroline Forbes dated men who had their shit together. Ideally.

She glared at her phone screen, which still had Klaus’s messages open. He could have at least sent her a quick text to agree to the topic she’d chosen. If he wanted to spend his time with girls he messaged on tinder, she was happy to oblige. It was clear that he wasn’t going to work on their project voluntarily, so she might as well take drastic measures.

[caroline]: just homework, but i’d be willing to have a distraction ;)

[klaus]: excellent. do you want to get a drink? I know a good pub by campus.

[caroline]: How about we just skip to you coming to my place? I’m short on time and we both know where this is going to go…

This was, of course, a lie. He did not know that he was going to come over and they were going to do some research on Descartes.

[klaus]: well i can’t say I’m not flattered, love. Address?

Caroline typed out her apartment number and hit send before busying herself getting ready for company. Klaus might be a flaky jerk, but that didn’t mean he deserved a couch with cookie crumbs all over it. She also changed into more stranger-appropriate clothing and put on some mascara, not because Klaus was cute, but because it would give her confidence. Obviously. 

He knocked just after she’d finished hauling her books out of her room into her kitchen and opening her laptop. He gave her a dimpled smile when she opened the door for him, and she stood aside to let him in, gesturing to the kitchen. “This way.”

“Bossy,” he murmured quietly, though he obligingly followed, and she pointed to the chair next to her books.

“Do you want a drink? I have water, milk, juice, and a few beers. Actually, scratch that, I’d rather we were both sober for this.”

“No thank you,” he said slowly, clearly catching onto this not being a normal one night stand (or even a one night stand at all, if she had anything to say about it). 

“Suit yourself,” she said with forced cheer, sitting down next to him and grabbing a highlighter. “So, I know you never answered my texts, but I think that using Discourse on the Method is too cliche. Everyone who got assigned Descartes is going to be doing it. I think we should compare and contrast Principles of Philosophy with Aristotle’s writings.”

He stared at her for a moment, clearly trying to figure out what she was talking about. Watching realization slowly dawn on him over a few seconds was immensely satisfying. “You’re my partner for the philosophy project,” he said, having the decency to look at least a little sheepish.

“Yes, I am. I know that a philosophy project probably wasn’t your plans for tonight, but honestly I kind of don’t care. This is due in two weeks, and I’m not doing the whole thing myself. You can have a sexcapade marathon with tinder hookups after we’re done, but right now I need you to read one of the books and take notes. Would you rather do Aristotle or Descartes?”

“I thought you just said we had to agree on a topic,” Klaus said, looking slightly amused.

“I made an executive decision, since you didn’t text me back,” Caroline said, giving him a clearly false smile. “I already did you the huge favor of outlining the main points, too. All you need to do is find stuff to back it up, write it up, and send it to me. Super easy. Shouldn’t take you more than a few hours, tops.”

He gave her an assessing look, clearly realizing he’d misjudged her. She’d had extensive experience with men thinking the way she talked and the interests she had meant she was stupid, and it was depressing that she was used to it by now, and that he’d bought into it. Hopefully he’d shape up now that he realized she wasn’t going to let him half-ass the whole thing at the last minute.

“All right. Shall I do it this weekend and get back to you, then?” he asked, making a move to get up.

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back down. He let her, sinking into her kitchen chair. “Nice try, buddy. I want to make sure this gets done, so until I can see that you’ve made progress, you’re not leaving.”

He seemed to be debating saying something. She had a feeling he was itching to point out that he could just leave if he wanted, but instead he nodded, grabbing the highlighter she was holding out for him to take. “I suppose that I have time if it means you’ll stop incessantly texting me about it for the rest of the semester.”

“Oh, trust me, you have been enough of a jerk about this that I fully intend on never texting you again once we’re done,” Caroline said, her voice saccharine. “So, want to rethink that drink? We might be here awhile.”

They ended up ordering a pizza around midnight, taking a break to eat. She found that Klaus was funny, if a bit arrogant, and he listened when she talked, gently teasing her about things she was interested in, but taking her returning jabs in stride. It wasn’t an unpleasant evening, and she could reluctantly admit in the privacy of her own head that it had almost even been fun. They got most of the project done, and he left around two, promising that he’d send her the rest of his part of the essay the next afternoon.

When he did finally email it to her (on time, even!), he followed up with a text a few seconds later.

[klaus]: I just emailed you my part of the project, love. I apologize for the delay. 

[caroline]: thanks!

[klaus]: I know that you have every reason to be cross with me, but I was hoping that you might consider taking me up on that drink?

[caroline]: A drink?

[klaus]: Yes. I enjoyed your company, and I was hoping for a date. A real one.

[klaus]: I fancy you, Caroline.

Caroline frowned at her phone, considering her options. On the one hand, he’d avoided the project for weeks and had made her life immeasurably more stressful because of it. He was clearly kind of a jerk. A hot jerk, but still a jerk. Did she really want to get mixed up with him?

She guessed maybe something casual wouldn’t hurt. What was the worst that could happen? She’d have trouble tracking him down to break up with him?

[caroline]: Fine. Against my better judgment, you get one date.

[caroline]: I should warn you though, I don’t date slackers.

As she found out when she brought him home for some non-academic activities a few days later, he took her warning very seriously.

[prorevenge]

You okay the project for the whole team? Great turn it in to the professor tomorrow

Tl/dr; Kids in group project don’t take having a real life client seriously, 1 fails, 1 fails and doesn’t graduate, and 1 goes from A to C and screws up GPA.

  Enough of the Backstory, here are the characters, obviously no where near their real names:

Matt - Professor

Client - Store owner

Damien - Project Partner

Jeff - Project Partner

Kirk - Project Partner

Barry - Me

      The SPRING class in this story was a Implementing Business Computer Systems class. For the yearly project we had a real life client that our school volunteered the students for Pro Bono work of small business in the area. We were seniors, so we are trusted with the clients work as it is oversaw by our professor. This is a big step and I, for one, am excited. I had been doing nothing but working as a Bartender/Server in a fine dining restaurant and having my head in books learning how to code with barely any time to do much else - this was an opportunity to get a taste of the real world we were about to embark on.

      The project started out fine, we all drive thirty minutes away to meet our client. A wonderful woman that owned a small floral business and she was paying 1-800-flowers to sell her product for her, which came with a website itself and a HUGEEEE price. This lady was also in her 60s and by no means fluent in computer - this is important for later. We talk, find out she wants a new website, her contract with 1-800-assholes ends in the summer. No pressure, we will be able to finish the web site and give it to her by the end of the semester, if not earlier. This will give us time to teach her what is needed and what to do so that she can maintain and run the website by her self. Afterwards we delegate the tasks, and since I have the most extensive background in coding and computers, I volunteer to learn how to create this website for our client as long as Damien, Jeff and Kirk work on the other parts of the project - the user guide and the technical documentation. For our client, this needed to be extensive so that she would be able to post her product on the website with an easy transition.

      As we weigh our options over the next week, we come up with some proposals to the client and we set a meeting to go over these on a Tuesday - the day everybody is the most free in their schedule - the following week. Sunday - Jeff says he can't make it, Kirk quickly responds and says he can't make it either. I say its cool, Damien and I will be able to make it. Monday - Damien says we should reschedule because now he can't make it. I say no, I will go by myself we shouldn't cancel on the client - no biggie, I understand things come up. As the project went through the semester, I am killing the website. I have a working e-commerce store integrated with the stores paypal, i have a shop tab, and a featured page for in season flowers. I ask about the documentation and the user manual and I am told by the all three of them that they are working on it and will have a rough draft for me soon to check out. Cool, No problem. Time to show the client the product to see if she wants any changes or if we should just continue creating this website for her; we set a meeting with the client on a Tuesday a week or two in advance and everybody says that is okay.

      Same song, different story. Sunday - Jeff says he can't make it, Kirk quickly responds and says he can't make it either. I say its cool, Damien and I will be able to make it. Monday - Damien says we should reschedule because now he can't make it. "I say fuck no, this is a client. You don't do that to clients." So I hop my ass by myself to drive 30 minutes to meet our client. I show the Client the website and she client is happy with the product and asks us to continue and she is excited for the finished product.

      How our weeks are set up is in such a way which they start on a Wednesday and end on a Tuesday. So the last day of classes are on a Tuesday. The school then gives an extra free day that Wednesday for a "Study Day", then the exams schedule goes Thu-Fri-Sat || Mon-Tues-Wed. I am sure you can infer what students do on that Tuesday before study day. Fast forward to the end of the semester, I still haven't seen any documentation or user manual and it is due on the class' exam day, which is the first day of exam week. So a week before it is due I am told I will have the documentation and user manual in my hand before our meeting which is at 12PM that study day - Wednesday. I receive a email at 11PM on Tuesday as I am getting off work and I see that is the technical documentation and the user manual. i open it up, promptly get pissed, turn off my laptop, play some xbox and pass out before midnight. The reason being, technical documentation was 1 page and did not contain anything about the Database Schema used, the website language, the paypal information, the emails registered. Just the URL and some other information that wasn't important and was half a page long. Remember how our client was in her 60s? The user manual was 1 and a half pages long and, I shit you not, contained about 5 sentences and 3 pictures with an arrow. 0 explanation on how to use the website.

      Come to the meeting at 12pm, I show up and wait about 5 minutes. I then text everybody asking where they are at, no response. I start looking over how to fix the user manual since I obviously have to start over. While I am working on it, I haven't said anything and then Damien walks into the room.

  D: "Did you get the docs?"

Me: "Yeah. You guys really think this is finished?"

D: "Oh yeah, it should be good to turn in."

Me: "Idk, I think we should add a little more, this is for our client, she won't understand this. Where is Jeff and Kirk?"

D: " ahhahaha We all got fucked up last night after finishing up the documentation, they are probably still passed out. Also, I'm turning it in tomorrow, if you want to do anything else go ahead, but whatever I have I am turning it in. I think its ready to turn it so I won't be doing anything else, I have other classes to study for. I already have an A in this class so it doesn't matter to me and Kirk and Jeff have A's as well so they don't care at all."

      Perfect he said the magic words and then he left with a flash drive. I immediately went upstairs and told my professor, Matt, everything. I said I don't want to leave my client hanging, yes my client, not ours. Matt said that he completely understands and even commends me for wanting to stay on top of everything and not give our client a bad taste for our students. He then asks why. I simply stated, "What you are about to receive tomorrow for 'our' project is completely unacceptable. It is unfair for us and for our client to leave her hanging." I showed him the website, which he likes and then I showed him the user guide and technical documentation. I asked for an extra week to finish the documentation and user guide - as I had a plan for what it should be and needed time to create it all. Matt said absolutely, but forget about the documentation. You obviously know what is in it, just focus on the client. So I created user videos with dictation, drove to the client and showed her how to use it all, where to find the videos. I even created a program that had all the videos inside so she could have it on her desktop and the program pulled up the video of her choice for whatever she needed help with with some buttons so she wouldn't have to search folders for the videos. I gave her my contact info and said I'll be here over the summer if she ever needs help with the website or has any questions and I can swing by.

    After all of this happened and afterwards I gave an update to Matt who also had an update from me. Apparently he almost failed the rest of my group because they turned in their project by slipping an unmarked USB drive under his door. He only accepted it after they emailed him asking him if he received the USB. Matt also called our client to verify my story of the fact that they never showed for client meetings and the client told him I was the only person that has been showing up. Hearing this from other people, anybody in my group that had A's in the class leading up to the project got a C, anybody with a B in the class failed. Damien's GPA was screwed up from this class as it was a 4 hours class. Kirk and Jeff both failed and Jeff wasn't allowed to graduate and Kirk had to retake it the next semester even though he wasn't graduating. My grade which was an 84 before the project was bumped to an A. The next year Damien asked how I did in that class because he was confused about his final grade, and I simply said I did fine, received an A. He has no idea the reason why. Don't f*ck with me and my grade and I won't f*ck with you.

(source) story by (/u/sw1mm3r202)

[aiw0lf]

Confessing Wild

Nick Wilde still did not like being in a courtroom. Even now, a year after the academy, and not really being in the courtroom he found himself fidgety. He was currently sitting in the holding room where they put witnesses awaiting their turn on the stand when the prosecution or defense doesn't want them listening to other witness testimony. The long narrow room had two rows of chairs both leaned with their backs to the opposite walls. Maybe his discomfort stemmed from his lack of entertainment. His normally ever-present, ever cheerful partner was in the courtroom. He wasn't worried for her, no one the prosecution had called to be witnesses today had any reason to be worried. Except maybe himself and the vixen on the other end of the room. Zootopia had always been a clinical place for a fox.

The bailiff standing near the door to the main courtroom was a warning to all in the cramped holding space. They most definitely could not talk about what happened to bring them all together. Waiting who knows how long until they had the opportunity to tell the judge and jury what they uncovered six months ago. Leading to quite possibly the biggest scandal in Zootopia since the Bellweather incident.

Nick leaned back in his chair with a yawn. Crossing his arms over his head, closing his eyes and stretching out his legs to cross them at the ankle. There were 3 other mammals in the room with him. All sat on the opposite wall facing the door. Their means of escape.

Two chairs to his left sat a young lamb reading a romantic mystery novel. She was turned away from him and her posture of one leg crossed over the other and shoulders leaned in was an effort to make her already small frame look smaller. She had pushed herself as far away from him and the others as possible. Nick didn't know if it was due to the subject of her book. When they first were escorted into the room the ewe bumped into the door dropping all of her belonging on the ground. Nick, Judy, and the vixen tried to gather everything up and hand it to the frantic female, and Nick so happened to be the one to grab the book from under a chair. The threatening look from the vixen had him swallow the jokes he was going to make. Which would have been his entertainment now with his partner was in the other room.

Directly in front of Nick was his boss. Chief Bogo made no effort to make himself smaller despite the cramped room. The Cape Buffalo was busy playing a game on his phone while intermittently taking calls from the Lieutenant he left in charge of Zootopia Police Department's Precinct 1 for the day and Benjamin Clawhuser, Precinct 1's dispatcher and front desk cheetah. The Lieutenant and Dispatch were not getting along from what Nick could hear in the half conversations he was privy to.

Two seats from Bogo's right sat someone Nick had known longer than anyone in this city save for his own mother. The red vixen sat with her legs in the same position as his own but her arms were holding her phone which she had been typing on most of the time they had been in this room, her emerald eyes focused on the screen in front of her.

If both foxes were walking down the street together most animals who passed them would only see two red foxes and not think anymore, unless they were pray then 9 times out of 10 they would cross the street away from the shifty preditors. They would not see that both Nick and this female had the same piercing green eyes. They would also not see the minute differences between them either. Nick, like most males of any given species, has a brighter coat then the vixen's. His held more orange compared to her strawberry-like coloring. His ears and tail are tipped with black, hers white. In fact, the vixen's fur heald more white than the average red fox but Nick always assumed that was due to her mother being an arctic fox.

The exasperated sigh caused Nick to open his eyes and look the vixen's way.

"That frustrating hu?" He said trying to muffle a chuckle.

"I sware public education is turning out more helpless freshmen every year," she said closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall. Her phone left in one hand down on her lap.

"You could always stop teaching." Said the Buffalo. As he turned his phone to the side. His tongue was sticking out of his muzzle and a look of excited concentration told Nick his boss was playing the racing game that almost every officer in the station had downloaded. He saw the same look on his best buddy's faces during morning coffee break more times then he could count. Granted the Buffalo could not wag his tail like the timber wolf could.

Ignoring Bogo completely the female fox made eye contact with Nick and illiterate, "I left my students with a simple take-home assignment since I could not find a Student-Teacher to cover my class, and I have an email box full of the dumbest questions. Does no one do their summer reading assignments anymore?"

Nick busted out laughing, unable to contain himself of his amusement at the ridiculous question. He knew the vixen was 100% serious in her annoyance. At least the Lamb at the other side of the room looked interested in the conversation.

"Oh, Professor I can attest as a former student of yours the answer is no" the sheep bayed.

But before they could all continue to mock the vixen the door opened and hopping in was the light of Nick Wilde's life.

NO Wilde. Partner, friend. That's it, put back on the hustle.

The internal monologue he had to repeat several times a day kicked in before Judy Hopps saw him. He calmed his face to show a half-smile just in time for the first bunny cop's violet eyes to look his way with a warm smile, she turned away from Nick and her smile faded to show more sympathy to the vixen.

"They're calling you next Amie." Judy said her hands bunched up in front of her and ears down.

The vixen stood and smoothed her navy pencil skirt before tugging the matching blazer in place, ears erect on the top of her head. Bogo and the sheep's eyes passed between her and Nick and he knew they were all thinking the same thing. If the prosecution wasn't calling Nick right after his partner then they weren't going to call him at all and hope the defense doesn't notice the 2 foxes with the same name.

Amie walked into the quiet courtroom and didn't waste the sideways glace to check out the gally as she headed to the witness stand. It was certainly filled with reporters trying to get the scoop on the newest "Trial of the Century". She buried the regret that started to bubble for deciding to wear the form-fitting navy suit and not a white lab coat once she saw the todd in the jury box directly in front of her stair her up and down. She sighed internally and pushed her glasses up her muzzle as she reached the bailiff that would swear her in. Once under oath, she climbed the two stairs to the witness stand and gracefully sat to face the prosecutor who stood from behind his table and sauntered in her direction. The Bloodhound buttoned his suit jacket before lifting his eyes to her and asked his first question.

"Please state your full name, title, and occupation for the jury."

"Doctor Amelia Natalie Wilde, I am a professor of Forensic Sciences at Zootopia College and University." As Amie spoke she leaned toward the microphone on the edge of the witness stand.

"What degrees in relation to this case do you hold Doctor?"

She suppressed the chuckle from how painstakingly the questions was worded and instead decided to rattle off the previously approved list as quickly and clearly as possible. In the witness prep she did with the bloodhound they focused on how to not bore the jury by going though her whole educational background but also impress upon them her abilities.

"I have a bachelor's in Forensic Science, a Masters's, and a Doctorate of Forensic Toxicology. I also recently completed a Masters Certificat in Criminal Justice Administration." Emerald eyes passed over the 12 mammals in the jury box. She knew exactly which parts of her education made her not only the perfect expert witness in the case but also why she was asked to do what she did for the ZPD six months ago.

She was sure once the Prosecutor was felt the jury could trust her education he then had to jump the hurdle of proving she was contacted because she was the best option not currently working in the department and not her relation to one of the investigating officers. Hopefully, that relation would not come up.

"Very impressive," the prosecutor's pause was thick in the air leading Amie to look out at the audience to see more than one skeptical face, "do you have a specialty in regards to toxicology, Doctor Wilde?"

Zootopia was not used to foxes with extensive degrees. It happened but rarely in criminal justice. Nick just got on the ZPD force barely a year ago and that would have been a media nightmare if Judy hadn't made sure to highlight how much he helped her with the Nigh Howler attacks. Even as a hero in the city his hiring came with plenty of push back.

"Objection" the defense, a hyena, hackled.

"Under what grounds?" The judge's eyes narrowed on the laughing canine.

"The prosecutor has made it quite clear the Doctor has an impressive education."

The bloodhound turned to the bench and placing on his most innocent face possible "This will be the last question to the doctor's capabilities your honer."

"I will allow it, but this better be the last one, or the female will start to sound like she is bosting. You may answer the question Doctor." The judge, a male koala said with a pass of his hand. Amie clicked her teeth to herself and sat up straighter before answering.

"I am able to identify the most popularly used narcotics on sight" Amie said after she turned from the judge back to the prosecutor.

"Would this ability of yours ever be used in substitute for testing a possible illegal drug sample in a criminal forensics lab?" The Prosecutor's eye went wide. The game had finally begun.

"No."

"Would you ever encourage your students to not test possible evidence in a criminal case because proper toxicology reports are expensive to the ZPD?" With more than little theatrics, the representation of the people turned and walked towards the jury box as he asked this question.

"No."

"And Doctor, If a recently graduated student of yours came to you with knowledge of a high ranking individual in the ZPD Criminal Forensics lab refusing to test evidence; sighting your unusual talent and the price of constantly testing multiple samples, what would you tell that former student to do?" the twist towards her put him directly in front of the jury. As she looked at him she could see their faces. He had them hooked. Now to deliver.

"I would inform that student they needed to report their superior for criminal misconduct." Green eyes meet the heated amber of the hounds and she knew he wasn't going to leave it to her word.

Assistant District Attorney Anthony Roolf crossed the courtroom in seconds to the evidence table and lifted a bag off of it. He read the evidence number off of the bag and walked steadily closer to Amie on the witness stand.

"Doctor Wilde do you recognize this document?" he gently laid the unbagged paper in front of her.

She picked it up and read a few lines to herself. "Yes, it is a print out of an email exchange between myself and Miss. Woolard."

"And what was the context of this conversation?" Roolf pointed to the paper.

"Miss. Woolard, after graduating from ZCU with a Masters in Forensics was working at the ZPD forensic lab in Savanah Central. She had noticed her superior, the head of the lab Mr. Mustelidae" Amie gestured toward the defense table, "excepting evidence. Marking it was tested with the findings of containing illegal narcotics, and then delivering that finding to the Police without ever testing the sample for its true chemical contents."

"OBJECTION!!! The witness is testifying to hearsay!" The hyena practically jumped across the defense table to get to the judge.

The judge slammed his gavel once in warning to the defense before turning eyes to Roolf.

"Doctor Wild is not testifying to hearsay, she is stating the start of the timeline of events that lead up to Mr. Mustelidae's arrest. Without the Doctor receiving this email the injustice occurring in Savanah Central Criminal Forensics Lab may have never come to light."

"I agree." said the irritated marsupial. "Another outburst like that from you Mr. Banzai and I will though you out of my courtroom." Shaking his gavel in the defense's direction.

"Yes sir." The hyena said as he sank back in his chair.

No more of ADA Roolf's questions to Amie were objected too and the questioning continued. Amie described how she knew Miss Woolard from teaching her in several classes and how she responded to the initial email. Insisting the young sheep report the badger who was destroying the sanctity of the criminal justice system. She did not know what transpired after her correspondence with the former student and before Chief Bogo walked into her office with a newly promoted police patrolmammel Wilde, but she did know that once the Cape Buffalo approached her she was going to be dragged into the mess whether she wanted to or not.

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Six Months Earlier

Amie was sitting at the professor's desk in an empty classroom grading papers with her headphones in her ears. Her body swayed with the music as she underlined and x'ed papers with a red pen. She was obviously focused on her work to the point Nick wished he wasn't in uniform carrying heavy ZPD equipment standing next to Chief Bogo. He was missing a prim scaring the pants off of the vixen moment. Instead, Chief Bogo cleared his throat loudly. She didn't even stop swaying.

"Ah, yeah boss let me try." after Bogo grunted his approval. Nick put down the equipment and picked up a balled-up piece of paper that didn't make it into the wastebasket. He then expertly pitched it at the vixen's face like the little league superstar he was. It made contact with its intended target. Amie's face reacted instantly as the paper landed in her hands after toppling her glasses and causing an earbud to fall out of her ear. She turned to Nick and Bogo gasping at the insult. She made eye contact with Nick first.

"Why you little. . ." She threw the paperback at Nick. "That is not how you say 'hay I came for an unexpected visit' twerp." Nick caught the paper as it started to sink in front of him a few inches short of his chest. Bogo cleared his throat again causing her to leave her revenge and acknowledge the Chief of ZPD Precinct 1 was addressing her. "I am sorry Doctor this is not a personal call." Nick saw her shoulders slump as she took the males in. Nick realized it was the first time she had seen him in his duty uniform.

"How can I help you, officers?" Amie suddenly sounded more professional then Nick ever heard her, and he watched her present her dissertation.

"Doctor I would like to have a piece of evidence tested on camera," Bogo said gesturing to the film equipment near Nick's feet. Amie's eyes narrowed on Nick and he gave a light shrug. Why Bogo wanted her to do it was plain. She was the best Toxicolgest at the university. Why he dragged Nick across the city to the university to have an expert unconnected to the ZPD test the sample Nick knew but it was an open investigation so could not share with one of the few mammals he trusted with his life.

"I'll have to cancel my 7 o'clock class" Amie clicked away on her phone presumably emailing her students the change in plans. "It will take several hours for the results." She peered out from the side of her eye at the males still in the doorway of the classroom. Bogo lifted an eyebrow but only said "That will be fine."

Nick and the Cheif only arrived on campus at 5 pm and had to stop in with the Campus precinct before locating Amie. It was now 5:45 in the evening. As they left the classroom they found the vixen in she left a note on the Whiteboard.

Doctor Wilde's 6pm lecture canceled. Online discussions still due tonight!!!

Tonight was underlined 3 times, and Nick wondered how many co-eds will complain they didn't know the assignment wasn't pushed back. The three mammals walked down the hall to the elevator and took it down two levels to a floor of just laboratories. Nick tried not to remember his freshman chemistry class that was on this floor but when the old walrus that taught the class passed them he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hay didn't I light that guys lab coat on fire 7 years ago?" Nick asked once he was out of earshot.

"Yes, and he won't let me live it down. Any time the science department plans a school-wide event he makes sure to say I'm not to go near a bunsen burner." Amie said giving Nick a dirty look. Bogo seamed confused for only a second. Then mumbled under his breath. "So you are related."

Amie stopped in front of a door where though the tinny window near the top only darkness greeted them. Above that door forensics lab, 1 was engraved. She turned the lights on as she strolled in and placed the bag she was carrying on the desk meant for the professors. Nick placed the digital camera case and tripod on the ground next to it and Bogo walked around and whistled.

"No wonder we can't hire you. You have all the shine toys right hear." Bogo said while stopping in front of a piece of machinery Nick couldn't even guess at what it does.

"What do you mean? Most of this stuff is a decade old?"

At Amie's words, Nick and Bogo exchanged a look that could only be described as telling. If Amie noticed it while putting on her lab coat she didn't say anything. She taped a piece of paper to the 2 doors of the lab and locked them. Nick figured they said something similar to the note left on the whiteboard in the classroom, and that she locked the doors because most mammals don't read signs. Working in traffic for the past few months solidified that as a fact in Nick's mind for good.

"What do we got?" Nick watched the Cape Buffalo hand the evidence bag to Amie and he started setting up the tripod. She looked at it briefly before handing it back and started sliding around the lab, turning on machinery and setting up equipment in an almost dance performed by someone who knew where everything they needed was and when they would need it.

The camera was rolling in no time and Bogo handed the bag back to Amie after she identified herself for the camera and he himself. She then described the bag as a ZPD evidence bag read off the case number and that it was initially collected by Officer Nicolas P. Wilde and then tested by an Edger Mustelidae, found to be over two grams of pure cocaine. After saying that out loud Amie looked up from the front of the bag and made direct eye contact with Nick. Her face had a professional what the fuck look to it. Nick again shrugged. Amie clicked her teeth and flipped the bag over in her hands to describe the first evidence seal on the bag had not been cut as it should have been by procedure. Instead, the bag according to her appeared to have been ripped open on the side. This time she looked at Bogo, who just nodded.

She did confirm the yellow evidence tape meant to reseal it was covering the possible hole before cutting into the red tape Nick put on the bag that morning before taking it to the Savannah Central lab. Inside of the bag was another much smaller plastic bag with a zip-top. It was as full of a yet to be determined white powder as it was this morning. Amie emptied the contents of the baggie into a small metal bowl and weighed it. Nick zoomed in on the scales readout as Amie read it out loud.

The vixen continued to her examination of the contents of the baggie. Including putting a small sample of if under a microscope before putting some in a test tube with a soluble solution and running it thought the Mass Spectrometer. As the three waited for the computer to finish analyzing Nick, Bogo, and Amie chatted. Mostly Bogo tried to convince Amie to take a position with the ZPD lab and Amie tried to make fun of Nick's uniform. As a patrolmammel he was wearing the same uniform Judy did. Once they became Corporals or higher they would ware the dress blues to work. Like what he wore to his graduation. Nick knew she knew that, but it didn't stop her from teasing.

"Wheres Judy anyway?" Amie finally asked Nick.

"She went to Bunny Burrow to visit her folks." Nick said not giving the Doctor eye contact. The vixen knew from the moment he got off the graduation stage at the academy he had a crush on the bunny, but he did not want her to know how far he let his feeling go. She knew him better than anyone and instead of pushing the subject she just started to hum. The same song she hummed at the picnic his mother brought for after the graduation. Judy and Nick's mom thought the song choice was related to being a cop would give Nick the opportunity to make the world better when the other females commented on the tune.

The computer's chime brought Nick out of his thoughts and had Amie pushing off in her rolly chair to the screen. "Well, it's not coke. Boys" Amie clicked on the mouse twice and started to roll back to the 2 police officers. Midroll she grabbed a freshly printed page off the printer and presented it to Bogo. Nick was already standing and bringing the camera which they left recording to zoom in over Bogo's shoulder. "Corn Starch, Talc, Magnesium, Silicon, and a bunch of other things but what it boils down to is Baby powder. I can't say brand yet, but I could by tomorrow if I downloaded the composition into the product database." Amie stated smugly.

"No need Doctor. Can you email this to me?" Bogo said standing and giving a good stretch.

"Yes, I can Cheif. It was nice working with you." Amie said shaking paws with the buffalo. Amie resealed the evidence with the ZCU evidence tape and handed the bag back to the chief after signing it, and started cleaning up what was left out. Most of what the Doctor used had already been cleaned and put back while they waited on the mass spec.

"Come on Wild. I'll give you a ride back to the precinct." Chie Bogo yawned and looked at his watch. "My wife is going to kill me."

"If you don't mind Chief I'll take the train in the morning. I think I want to grab some bad Chinese food with the Doc." Nick said. Bogo shrugged. Nick's day off was tomorrow so it didn't matter to his boss what he did that night.

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Present Day

"Doctor Amelia Wilde." The hyena rolled her name over his tong "You wouldn't happen to be related to Officer Nicolas Wilde of the ZPD? The very officer who investigated the allegations your student Miss Woolard place on my client."

Amie was not surprised by the question. If the defense attorney was worth anything he would need to ask that question.

"Yes, I am related to Officer Nicolas Wilde."

"How?" He smirked as he leaned in close to Amie.

"Our fathers were brothers. We are first cousins." Amie did not mention Nick was the closest thing to a little brother she would ever have or that they were very close as kitts.

Banzai started himself on a roll and he wasn't going to stop until Amie's credibility was shredded.

Don't give them an inch honey.

Amie's mother's voice in her country accent said in her mind.

Or they will take a mile.

Amie put on her best nonchalant face and peered at the cackling hyena through hooded bored eyes.

"You said earlier Doctor that you have the ability to tell "the most popularly used narcotics on sight" is that right?" He asked quoting her own words.

"Yes."

"What narcotics are you referring to in this statement?"

"Powdered cocaine, Nepeta cataria or catnip dried or leaf, and heroin from anywhere from liquid to crack." A female somewhere in the room gasped. "Oh, you do not get to turn the tables on me." Amie thought as she tried not to grind her teeth and struggled to keep her face the picture of professional disinterest.

"How did you acquire such a skill?" Every tooth in the Hyenia's head was visible.

Amie wondered if the hyena was banking on her pleading the 5th and thus discrediting her entire account. Instead, she clicked her teeth, sat back in her chair, and looked up at the defense.

"A professor in my doctorate studies would not sign off on your degree unless you can properly identify three illegal substances on sight. I identified every substance he placed on the table during my final exam. There were 5. One of them was lemongrass. I repeat this test as extra credit to my master's students." She watched Banzai's face fall as he moves away from her as if her words burned.

"No more questions for the witness." The defense said and sat down in his chair.

Mustelidae tried to whisper in his defense's ear probably trying to figure out what just happened. As Amie came down from the witness stand she gave a light smile to the jury. What she saw told her two things about the trial going forward. The jury believed her, and Nick was going to be called to the stand by the defense.

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Nick was surprised by how long his cousin was out of the room and started to really worry. He didn't know when he got up to start pacing the room, or when Judy's nose started to twitch but combined with Bogo no longer playing his game just answering calls and watching the clock with ears down pressed by his head. Had Nick feel dread climbing up his throat ready to explode when the door finally opened. "Aims! Straight Aim talk to me!" Nick pleaded, calling her by the nickname only he used. The vixen passed him in a daze, ears down tail dragging behind her, she spilled in the chair directly in front of the door as it closed.

"That bad?" The chief asked looking at the door and swallowing hard.

"No, it went rather well actually." She said sitting up straighter ears perking up. "I just really need a beer"

Nick burst out into laughter. "Well good thing I know a place."

[kitosauras]

I didn't put him up to it PART 2! 😊😊😊😊

It was currently 5am. You were half dead in a little coffee shop about to write an essay on a piece Shakespeare's work. You were up all night with Mikey celebrating, you weren't really a big fan of hot sweaty nightclubs but someone had to watch drunk Mik and make sure she didn't jump into some strange man's car. The good thing was Mikey's paper was finished, It was completed in its entirety next to your laptop. It had been the one you finished a week ago for your own assignment.

"I love you babe. You are an angel." She gushed, "Ima go get our coffees." She skipped up to the counter.

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He needed a pick-me-up after his run. He placed his order and waited off to the side as a girl rushed past him to order.

"Can i get a caramel macchiato cappuccino for me and just a normal boring coffee for my friend."

"Uhh yeah yeah sure." The pimply kid sputtered. He typed it into the cash register and as the blonde took out some cash he quickly exclaim, "i-i-i'll pay for it." She perked up.

"Oh! You will?Thank you so so much!" She leaned over the counter to kiss his cheek, "You can pay for mine, I'll go get some cash from her."

"I've got it." He replied, the pimply kid and the girl looked over to him as he pulled the two dollars from his wallet. There was something off about the girl, a strange malice undertone to her niceness. "And put some sugar and cream in it i highly doubt she drinks it black."

"What flavor?" The kid asked.

"Oh, uh, carmel" He said off the top of his head.

The girl snorted, "She may not but she doesn't need the extra calories." She muttered under her breath. The boy worked on her coffee first and as soon as it was done she snatched it up and headed toward the door

"(Y/N)! I'm headed out! Scotty just texted me, sounds important, gotta blast." And before the girl in the corner had time to answer she was out the door. The boy finally handed him his tea and her coffee. He smirked at the irony of the situation as he joined (Y/N) at the booth in the back corner. She looked up not expecting a booth mate or the coffee he sat next to her hand and her beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes snapped into focus.

"Mr. Hiddleston! Hey!" She smiled to him before turning back to her screen

"(Y/N)." He greeted her politely, "I think you can call me Tom now." She nodded briefly while typing at an incredible speed.

"Tom it is then. Sorry i'm not being a better host, Mrs. Young assigned us a paper on Shakespeare as a final a week ago and i'm a little behind...its due in….exactly two hours and thirteen minutes, it was due at midnight but i got an extension to the start of the school day."

"And you've just started working on it?" He asked her she didn't seem like the type to put work off.

"Well no, i finished mine a few days after it was assigned, but Mikey doesn't understand Shakespeare so i'm helping her out."

"Helping her out." He repeated looking at her in disbelief. He quickly scanned the first page of the printed work, it was about Macbeth, and also read through the ending of the one on the laptop screen, Romeo and Juliet. "How many pages is this?" He asked pointing to the screen.

"Three front and back."

"And this one?"

"Uhhh seven front and back, why?"

"What's this?" He asked suddenly swiping over to an email you had received months ago.

"Just an internship with some company….i uh haven't responded yet…"

"May I see your computer?" He asked in turn she moved down some in the booth and he jumped over into her seat quickly pulling up the Macbeth document and quickly typing in your name and placing Mikey's on the crappier rushed project before sending them both to the printer.

"Hey! What are you doing!?!" You asked shocked following him up to the counter.

"Print it on front and back." He told the pimply kid.

"It's 50 cents a sheet of paper." The kid told him, he handed him five dollars. The kid handed him the ten pages. He separated the two projects before stapling them and handing you the Macbeth one with your name and the Romeo and Juliet with Mikey's.

"She's using you, and you are letting her do it. I don't claim to know you but i didn't think the woman who transformed me into the most magnificent Hades with a few hours, some blue paint, and a few crystal spikes was a cowering little girl who would put up with someone like her."

"Mikey's my friend." You defended quickly.

"She is toxic." He answered back just as quickly, "I'm willing to bet she is the reason for the dark circles under your eyes, and the bruises on your wrist, and the unanswered email on your laptop about the internship with that company. Or was all that last week just a hobby?" You were fuming as well as him. But mostly he was right. Mik drug you out last night, when you didn't want to jump from club to club and frat party to frat party she forcefully grabbed you and drug you along, and when you approached Scott and her excited about the internship she had demanded you deny it.

'Her and you had gone through primary, elementary, junior high, highschool, and now college together; how could you possibly leave her now?!' Eleven years you had been doing all of her Literature assignments for her...anything really that didn't have to be in her handwriting, that could be typed or created.

He hadnt meant to be so cross with you. That Mikey girl had obviously been manipulating you for a very long time. You had been standing there with your arms crossed staring past him for what felt like forever. He was just about to apologize to you when you turned on your heel suddenly and went out the door. He stood there in shock for a moment before moving back to the table to grab your laptop.

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Ahh the teacher's lounge window had such a grand view of the parking lot. Professor Del Toro watched as a little navy blue rental car pulling into the parking lot. One Mr. Thomas Hiddleston popped out with a familiar white laptop. Painted on the front was yellow, pink, blue, and purple (really any color you could think up) imaginary flowers that closely resemble those from Dr. Seuss' Lorax.

"Mr. Celman are you headed toward Patricia's classroom?" She asked the man just as he was about to turn the handle on the door making him jump a mile high. He hadn't seen her lurking there with her steaming mug

"Well yes." To say the least Mrs. Del Toro scared him more than the creepy movies her brother directed.

"Could you have her send me Miss (Y/L/N), I'll be in my classroom." Mr. Celman would be praying for poor (Y/N).

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Tom simply wanted to leave the laptop and go. But Professor Del Toro kept holding him up. The door opened and he turned to see you. He expected a lot of things to happen. What he hadn't expected was, for you to rush him and wrap your arms around him in a hug with enough force to knock him into the desk.

"Thank you." You said softly. He wasted no time wrapping his own long neverending arms around you.

"I am so sorry I hadn't meant to be so cross." You shook your head as he spoke.

"I needed the rude awake-"

"Why do i have an incomplete grade on the stupid Lit project?!?!" Mikey stormed into the room, you untangled yourself from Tom's arms and took his hand instead.

"Because you didn't write a paper." You answered her.

"You wrote my paper for me." You fake surprise.

"You are absolutely right. I am so sorry!" You apologize you saw out of the corner of your eye as Tom's face fell when you handed her the seven page document. "Run run quickly tell her it got mixed up with some other school work and that i was supposed to hand it in with mine." Mikey smiled a large fake smile and You reciprocated it,

"Don't be such a little bitch." She said through gritted teeth, then left in a hurry slamming the door

"Would anyone like to read the carbon copy?" You asked with a smile taking you're laptop and booting it up to Mikey's document. " 'insert Shakespeare here' written over 15 hundred times."

"I'm proud of you." Tom told you squeezing your hand gently. Professor Del Toro let out a sigh then handed you both slips of paper.

"(Y/N) hand that to Tom. Tom hand this to (Y/N)." You swapped pieces of paper.

"What is this?"

"Each other's phone number. What happens from here on out is out of my control."

[lizziestudieshistory]

Applying to Oxbridge for Postgraduates - References, Essays, and Research Proposals

Applying for Oxbridge requires four kinds of supporting documentation: one or two essays (or equivalent sample work), academic references, an academic CV, and a research statement. I’m not going to run through an academic CV here but there is some great advice and samples on all different types of CVs on Prospects. However, the best place to go for advice is your university careers service. I am going to run through suitable essays, references, and tips for a research proposal.

References

Oxbridge (and all other UK universities) require graduate students to provide academic references to support their applications. These should be provided by your current (or recent) university tutors, lecturers, or professors. Good referees are:

Dissertation supervisors – my supervisor was my primary referee for all my applications as he knew me the best after a year of intensely working together on my research. Supervisors are (usually) more than willing to act as a referee, especially if you’ve built up a good relationship and not spent your dissertation year ignoring them!

Personal tutor – my university assigned each second-year student a personal tutor among the academic staff in our department. My personal tutor was the one who actually suggests I applied to Oxbridge and was more than willing to provide a reference for me. So, if you had something similar they’re a good option to ask for a reference.

Head of department – heads of department are not always going to know you personally, however, it is likely they know you well enough to provide a reference, especially in an academic setting.

Favourite lecturer – the lecturer you got on with the best are a great referee. They want you to do the best you can and will most likely be more than willing to give you a reference.

Just remember to ask a potential email if you can put them down on the form. I have never had an academic say no to me over this, but a quick email to them is a must!

Essays

This is something that a lot of people worry about, however, it’s a small part of the application process. The essays are important, but they are also a place for you to show off your skills as an academic. Don’t worry too much about them!

Rewrite old essays. I took two of my best essays from my undergraduate degree, edited them, and made the improvements suggested in my feedback. You shouldn’t just submit essays you’ve written previously, however, the best way to present yourself is to make two good essays even better and it is perfectly acceptable to use old work again for an application. Using older essays also means you know what the quality of your work is already so you can just rewrite sections to improve the presentation of your argument to show off your full potential.

Chose topics relevant to your chosen course. It’s not essential, but it’s advisable to use essays that cover topics relevant to what you’re applying to study. This gives the department considering your application a decent idea of what you’re like academically in the area you love. For example, I chose to revamp a second-year essay on the New Model Army and the literature review for my dissertation, which showed my love for my specialism and early modern history in general.

Use different types of essay. You can use two argument pieces, however, providing two different essays will give the department a better sense of you. My essay on the New Model Argument gave an in-depth analysis and argument about a topic I’m interested in, while the literature review for my dissertation showed my detailed understanding of historiography and how I can evaluate, find flaws, and build on previous ideas that inform areas of my study.

Formatting. Make sure your essays are in the appropriate format, including the correct referencing system. Using the right referencing system is really important as it shows an awareness of academic conventions, so check whether they expect Chicago, Harvard, APA, etc. Also, just make sure your punctuation is spot on. It seems superfluous but departments are looking at the quality of your writing style as well as the substance of what you’re saying.

Utilise others. Ask someone to read your essays, whether this is a tutor or lecturer, a friend, or a family member. Having someone read over your work to spot mistakes or make academic suggestions is really helpful as they’ll notice things you won’t. I asked my dissertation supervisor, personal tutor, and my mum to read over my essays and they all caught things I’d missed.

Research Statement

Your research statement is the most important part of the application process and it’s vital to get it right as places are partly awarded based on whether someone is willing to supervise your thesis. This makes writing your statement a nerve-racking and difficult process, but it should be one of the easiest parts of the process.

An extension of previous research. Most people who apply for a masters are seeking to explore an aspect of their dissertation further. This makes picking their thesis proposal a lot easier to consider as you know the scholarship and sources behind your research idea inside and out. For example, I’m taking my dissertation on the emotions of seventeenth century English religion further to explore the emotionality of sacramental piety in the same period.

Build on your ideas with your current supervisor. My dissertation supervisor was heavily involved in my application process and a big part of this was us sitting down together to chat about my future research ideas and outlining what I could feasibly do with my masters (and beyond, he was a godsend!) I used this brainstorming session to map out exactly what I wanted to do and correct any initial flaws in my ideas which strengthened my proposal.

Research. This is particularly important if your applying for a masters different from your degree (e.g. heritage from history) or if you’re changing your specialism. You are required to know what is going on around your chosen field and you need to build a comprehensive knowledge base to work from during your course. This doesn’t need to be perfect, but you need to show an understanding of the scholarship around your field.

Show off. Mention those relevant skills you have already learnt, but also mention you want to improve. So, if you’ve started to study palaeography at university, mention it and tell them how you want to develop.

Don’t just say what you want to do, tell them what Oxbridge can do for you. Why do you want to pursue this course in particular? How will studying at Oxbridge develop you as an academic? What modules interest you the most. Suck up to them, just don’t over do it. It’s a fine line and it’s not something I can truly outline here.

Identify a potential supervisor. Gear your application towards a supervisor, don’t make it painfully obvious as another academic may be more appropriate to supervise you. However, hinting you want to work with someone is a good way to get your application noticed.

Include relevant research. Name academics or books you loved, highlight them and explain why you liked it, or the other way around! You need to reference in the research proposal anyway, but this shows off your understanding of the material! Do the same for primary sources.

Identify a theory, academic framework or model you want to use. This is highly personal to you and your study and you need to consider it carefully. Your proposal is unlikely to be your final study. However, is nice to have something in mind and shows you’ve clearly thought through your proposal and research idea. For example, I’m pulling from emotion theory and the history of emotions as a framework for my proposal.

Don’t worry about the word count until you’ve covered everything you want to say. This allows you to worry about the quality first and sort out the quantity of words later. For both Oxford and Cambridge, the word count was 1,000 (including references). However, make sure you check this before submitting.

Most importantly apply with a topic you love. This sounds silly, but this will be your academic specialism and a masters degree is an intense process. Apply for a subject you love with a thesis proposal that you have a passion for, otherwise it’s not worth applying at all!

Found this helpful? I’m compiling a series of posts similar to this. Find links below (under construction):

General advice | Application form | Colleges | Contacting potential supervisors | Transcripts, financial declarations, and the post-acceptance process