#mondays are always hell and i have a very important exam next week as well and tuesdays are also Hell soooo

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

me spending two days in a row doing a Taxing Thing followed by a very long night out with people being social (something i know for being exhausting even though i enjoy it): why the fuck am i so exhausted

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VII

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1864.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

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You wanted to slap yourself. What the hell was wrong with you today? Why did you tell Peter that?!

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...” Completely baffled with you behavior, you were deeply ashamed, unable to look the guy in the eyes and wanting nothing but fall into the earth.

“Ah, I got it. It’s Steve, isn’t it?” All of a sudden, Peter let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes skywards and rubbing his neck. “Of course, who else would say such nonsense. Blackmail, really? Funny he didn’t call me a stalker or anything.”

“Listen, I didn’t mean it, I’m really-”

“It’s ok.” He closed the locker, slamming its door loudly and making you jump. “It’s not your fault. If I heard that from somebody, I’d be scared too.”

He spent a couple of seconds staring into the wall until he rubbed his neck again tiredly and huffed. It took him less than a minute to regain his composure, and you heard him murmuring, “What a freak.”

He didn't return to the corridor, heading to the sports hall for his PE class, instead moving to the bench in the locker room and motioning you to sit. Feeling terribly awkward, you hoped he wasn't going to do anything out of anger, even though he had every right to be upset at your stupid behavior.

"About what he said," Peter took a deep breath, "it's nothing like that. I don't dig up some nasty stuff in the web to blackmail people. I've never done it. The reason why Mr. I-am-better-than-you said that is because I've made him take me into his little bodyguard group when I heard him talking to Loki. You're nice, and I wanted to help. Of course, Steve started acting like I was some creep, so he refused, and I had to remind him that, technically, he had to report your issue to the administration, not play a hero. I said that if I go and tell the whole story to the dean, Steve's gonna be in trouble because he knew who thieves were and didn't report them."

It was a loud off your mind. Goodness. Rogers called this a blackmail? Really? Just because Peter pushed Steve into taking him into their group?

You were less and less sure Rogers was sane. You definitely had to be careful around him.

"I can't believe he called it a blackmail." You admitted quietly, and the guy sent you a tired smile. "Peter, I'm so, so sorry. It was so stupid of me."

"Nah, don't worry. I'd freak out too if I didn't know the whole story."

You knew your apologies weren't enough, but you hoped Peter didn't take it to heart - if you can take such an accusation easily, that is. Shit, shit, shit, why did you believe everything these guys were saying? You didn't even know them in the first place! Why on Earth did you go asking them their opinions on others if all of them were biased, and every guy could twist the truth the way he liked? You shouldn't have let their words affect you that much.

"Whatever. At least now you know what Rogers is like." Peter sent you a grim smile and got up, picking his bright yellow sackpack from the floor. "Shit, I gotta go if I don't wanna be late. Let's meet in a library later, alright?"

"O-of course." You hurriedly stood up and left the lockers room after him, turning to the library: your Lit class was cancelled, so you decided to go study right away. At this time, the library was usually full, and you felt safe there.

Your thoughts were all about the guys again even when you were staring at your laptop, trying to focus on Excel numbers. Why did you feel like the atmosphere between them was so dense? If they were at such terms with each other, why did they group together to help you? What, because all of them loved you so much? It was ridiculous. There was something else to it, and you didn't know. You had a feeling no one was going to tell you the truth until you figured it all out by yourself.

Weird. It was all so weird. Steve's plan, their behavior, the relationships between them, and your nagging feeling they all were hiding something. Was it them who were actually following you?

The thought scared you to the point you started shivering. Oh shit.

"Hi there," the guy appeared behind your back so suddenly you almost jumped, looking at him wide-eyed, "sorry, did I startle you?"

"H-hi Jake! No, it's ok, I was just... studying." Both of you were talking in hushed voices, knowing the librarian would kick you out immediately if she heard some noise. "How are you?"

"I'm great, how're you?" You could hear concern in his voice: he was one of Thor's friends you met yesterday, and although you spoke briefly, Thor definitely told him more about you. "You look a bit worried."

"Oh, it's Math, I didn't really understand the topic, and we're having an exam on Monday... guess I'll be studying the whole weekend." You gave him your best smile to reassure you were totally ok, and the guy relaxed a little, smiling at you, too.

"I'm sure you'll pass. Thor said you're very smart."

What, he said that to all of them? Was he simply boasting about his girlfriend to his friends or was there something more to it?

"You're too kind. Thank you."

His smile grew wider, and he landed on the next seat to yours, resting his hands on the table. Apparently, there was something he wanted to talk to you about, and you grew uneasy.

"Listen, about these incidents... Thor told us all about it, so if you see any freaks following you around, you can message any of us, and we'll come right away." Looking at his serious expression, his bushy brows furrowed, you hoped he eas being sincere with you: you had enough with people you could no longer trust. "And also... that kid, if he's giving you troubles or anything, just let me know, and I'll tell him to keep his hands to himself"

Oh, he was talking about Peter, wasn't he? He had probably seen that silly photo. Wow, you though, Peter was totally right about Instagram: it was the best news source in the academy.

Thanking him for his concern, you laughed a little, convincing him there was nothing serious except for the theft and promising to tell him if anything weird would be going on. While it should have made you feel safer, in fact, you only grew more frustrated with this situation. You wanted to forget about these freaks and just spend you day like any normal student would, but everywhere you went people were staring at you as if you had a horn; one boyfriend or the other was always close to protect you from some unknown danger, and although you believed they tried to help, you hated the feeling they were hiding something from you. Why did you have to be going through all this? Wasn't it really better to drop off school, spend a year working and then apply to a better place?

Thinking of the faces your parents would make once you returned home, you realized it wasn't. This school with all those creeps wasn't worse than home that never felt like a safe place you wanted to come back to. Besides, all money you saved up until now were only good for buying food and things like that: you'd never afford to rent a decent place unless you found a well-paid job. It meant staying with your parents, and it wouldn't be much better than here, just different. If you wanted to drop off, you had to find a good place to stay.

Well, you could at least try, right?

When Peter met you in the library, the two of you no longer talked about anything important, simply studying together to prepare for the exams next week. It didn't feel off: from time to time you met his gaze, and the both of you smiled. You were thankful he didn’t talk about Steve or other guys or that weirdo in the lockers room.

Once you returned home, you went straight to bed, completely exhausted. Luckily, you did much more than yesterday, so you could rest now, but then you thought of Thor kissing you and bit down the pillow, angry at yourself. Why did you keep thinking of him right now?

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When you woke up the next morning, you felt like something was off: your body ached, your throat hurt, and your headache was only making it worse. Dammit, you caught a cold, probably. And that’s when it was finally the day to meet Steve, the guy you thought was a mastermind behind all these manipulations that were making you sick to the core. 

Anyway, it’s not like a mere cold would prevent you from doing everything you had planned. You left your bed and went to the bathroom, moving the dresser before again. 

Honestly, it felt terrible. It was definitely because of that flimsy dress you wore to school yesterday when the weather was becoming chilly. Argh. Watching your puffy eyes and swollen nose, you sneezed. Today you had to apply way more makeup to look decently.

Steve showed up earlier than either Thor or Peter: you had to skip your breakfast, hoping to buy something cheap in the cafeteria.

“Good morning.” He said with his everyday polite expression that soon shifted into a concerned one. “Are you alright?”

What, was it that bad? You did your absolute best to apply enough makeup and do your hair. Did you still look so sick?

“Good morning. Yes, I’m ok, just feeling a little sleepy.” You yawned on purpose, covering your mouth with your hand, and Steve’s face softened.

“Did you study all night?”

“Yep, exams are driving me a little crazy.”

“I understand. I also stayed late last night.”

Of course, the student council president studying all days long to be number one student in the academy. If you didn’t know of his twisted nature, you’d think he was the most typical nerd.

You spent most of the time either in silence or talking about studies, the academy, and everything related to it. Steve acted like a gentleman and a scholar, albeit a little too demonstratively. Walking with you as if he were a king of the place, he constantly replied to greetings of others, waved to his acquaintances and smiled. You felt so off you wanted to find Loki and walk with him: unlike Steve, he was considered unpleasant by the prevailing majority of students.

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?” America golden boy asked you for the last time, and you forced yourself to smile.

“Of course. Thanks for coming, see you later, Steve.”

As he finally left you in peace, you almost fell down into your chair, your fever only getting worse despite the fact you took some painkillers. It was going to be a long day.

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See You On Monday | SVT Interactive AU

06: The lost wallet

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Warnings: a little angsty if you squint? Words: 1.638 A/N: Hey there! So here’s the sixth chapter of my little experiment and I’m sorry to say that but it’s the end... for now? Maybe I will continue it next year but I’m visiting family for the next couple of weeks so it’s better that way than making you wait although there aren’t many people reading it anyways hahaha. Sorry if it was boring. There are some things in queue so it won’t get quiet on this site. Anyways, here is part 6. As always, I hope you like it ♡

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Wait, maybe the game has an autosave setting. Maybe you can continue where you left the game? Isn’t it often like this?

Determined to enter again and see how the boys are, you put on the VR glasses again and start the game. In the worst case scenario, you could just restart the game and change your previous decisions. To be completely honest with yourself, you can’t shake the thought off of you what the black pills were for.

And when the screen changes, there is really the possibility to choose ‘load’ instead of ‘new game’ only.

Without a second thought, you press ‘load’ and suddenly everything around you turns black again. Silence. When some seconds pass and you still can’t hear anything, you slowly get uncomfortable. You can’t see a thing. Turning your head around doesn’t help either.

“Hello?” You dare to ask but besides your breathing, it was still silent. 

Extending your arms, you try to feel something, carefully taking small steps forward when a familiar voice hits your sensitive ears.

“Welcome back. It’s a pleasure to have you back here with us.”

The narrator.

And all of a sudden you feel your anger rising up again. “Why did the game end without me doing anything? Why am I alone here and can’t hear them anymore. More importantly, how are they??” Your questions left your mouth faster than you’ve planned but now that you said them, you impatiently wait for an answer.

“The game ended because it was the end. Your end. You can’t hear them because they aren’t here. And what do you think, how are they, hm? Any idea?”

You aren’t only angry but now annoyance is adding itself to your emotions.

“What a stupid question. They must be fine!”

“Oh, there’s is no stupid question out there.”

“Whatever. So how are they?” You stand there, looking up in hopes to see anything but your eyes are still meeting the darkness.

“It has nothing to do with you anymore. You played the game and failed.”

“But I chose ‘load’. Doesn’t it suppose to transfer myself back to the last saving point?”

“And here you are. In this dark room. You came back so I can tell you again that it’s over for you.”

“What the hell!? You are kidding me! This game was too short! Also this end sucks!”

“Different decisions, different endings,” the low voice replies coldly, making you ball your fists.

“This is really a stupid game. Who the hell would pay for it?” You scoff and try to end the game again, having enough of this bullshit, when you hear the narrator again. “You. You payed for it.”

“Hah, I didn’t!”

“You did.”

Trying to remember if you are in the right or wrong, you cock your head to the side but it didn’t help you remember so you finally turn off the game. Somehow relieved when you are back in your living room, holding the VR glasses in your hands while you are met with the cover of the game.

“I really wonder how they are.. they sounded in pain at the end…” you ask yourself out loud but without awaiting an answer. You are alone at home and this was just a game. A really bad game to begin with.

Clicking through the menu and the settings, you open the Play Station store and you see it. You actually payed for it. 5 dollars.. for what? A demo? “This was a demo? What the hell???”

You stare at the screen in disbelief. There was no way you could understand the hype at uni about this game. Even you could have planned and created a much better game.

Shaking your head, you grab your phone and unlock it on your way to the kitchen, feeling very hungry all of a sudden. You see a message from your friend.

- Wow a full day without a sign from you. I guess you are playing the game. It’s awesome, isn’t it?? Let’s talk about it tomorrow, Nighty!

Tomorrow? A full day without a sign? There are literally question marks flying above your head after reading the text on your phone screen. You read it again. Maybe you read it wrong but no. Letting your finger swipe over your screen, you check the date and time and gasp loudly. Sunday, 8:42 pm!! 

Instantly your stomach growls and you cover it with your hand. How is that possible?? You just came back from uni and played the game for maybe 2 hours max. But two full days?! No way..

Still confused, you make yourself instant noodles and after a quick shower, you decide to go to bed. When you are in bed, the tiredness hits you hard. You didn’t know how exhausting the game was. The second you close your eyes, you immediately fall asleep and into a strange dream. You see the boys from the game. All 13. You even count them. You are all playing happily at the beach. The weather is beautiful, the sky blue with only a few small clouds. Feeling the sand in your shoes, you are about to take them off when Mingyu runs over to you.

“Y/n please take a photo of us. I will take one with you in it afterwards if that’s okay?”

“Oh sure!” Taking his camera, you wait until everyone stands in line, getting ready for the picture. They make grimaces and joke around but the fifth shot is okay, everyone smiling into your direction, you giving them a thumbs up. You switch positions with Mingyu and fill his spot beside Minghao but he thinks that you should stand in the middle so you switch places with Seungcheol as well, leaving Seungcheol to be in Mingyu’s place now. 

You look to the left and Wonwoo gives you a wide smile which you give him back wholeheartedly. You feel happy and as if you’ve known them for a decade. Hoshi’s hand settles on the small of your back, making you look to the other side, facing him. 

“Thank you for being here with us… miss ghost… miss y/n.” 

Your smile falters. “W-what?”

The loud sound of your clock wakes you up the next morning. What was this dream? Even after crawling out of bed and getting ready for uni, you are still not able to shake off the thoughts about your dream last night. It feels as if they said their goodbye to you and deep inside it makes you sad. You could have done a better job in helping them and changing the story but no. You failed. You died.. or worse, they died?

When you arrive at the campus, everything was the same, despite the thoughts of the game in your head. Also the memories of the strange dream. You halfway listened to the professors and even with your friends, you can’t find the motivation to sound interested. You feel sorry but hearing about uni stuff and about the subjects for the next exams? No thanks. And hearing the people around you talk about the game? Also, no thanks. You haven’t really processed what happened over the weekend and you still feel tired. It was definitely not enough sleep you think to yourself.

Only half an hour left and you can leave uni and go back home. The nice feeling of relieve filling up your tired body knowing that you can jump right back into bed again soon. That’s when you hear a voice two rows in front of you and absentmindedly your eyes follow the sound, sighting bored.

“What is this?”

“Oh, I lost my wallet. Haven’t bought a new one yet so this one has to do for now.”

“I see. Hope you didn’t lose a lot of money?”

“Believe me, I lost a lot. Photos, money, credit cards and the cards from the coffee shops! They were already full!”

Your eyes widen at his words. From your seat, you can only see the back of their heads but you are sure that you have heard those words before. The rest of the conversation isn’t interesting anymore nor tells you more about the person in front of you but you follow it anyways in hopes for more informations. 

Finally uni was over and you quickly excuse yourself to your friends that you have something really important to do, almost running after the boy from earlier because he already left the room after you were done packing up your stuff and separating yourself from your group of friends.

While you follow the boy, you try to find the right words. How should you talk to him? How should you explain yourself without sounding like a complete idiot. The fact that you aren’t the best in starting conversations with strangers makes you fear the confrontation even more.

You reach the main gate and stop in your tracks when you recognize the person who was waiting for the boy you follow, your heartbeat increasing. It was Wonwoo. The boy from the game. You are 100% sure. He wears a long black coat but around his neck is that familiar white scarf you’ve seen before. As the boy reaches him, he pats him on his shoulder and hands over a white paper bag when he looks over his shoulder, locking eyes with you.

His brow twitches and all you can do is to stare at him in sheer confusion. The boy from your uni turns around and your mouth opens a little. It was Seungkwan. But when he sees you, he turns back to Wonwoo again. Oh yeah, he never saw you in the game.. but Wonwoo did. And his expression shows you that there is something unspoken between the two of you.

The tiredness in your body is long forgotten.

[sweaterkittensahoy]

The story of Britton Bean started with finding her photo on the Humane Society website. It was April. We weren’t supposed to get a dog until July. 

But. Those ears. 

And she met all the requirements we had for a dog: Small (apartment management requires dogs under 20 pounds); female (to hopefully make it easier to become friends with the bestie’s dog; a rescue. 

So, I posted this tweet, then frantically texted @whatsmyappeal​, who was at work. Basically trying to talk myself out of going and meeting this dog. Because I knew. I just <em>knew</em>.

I mean. Those <em>ears</em>.

Here’s the thing about adopting a dog in PDX: If you adopt through the Humane Society, you have to move fast. Dogs and cats get adopted fantastically quickly in PDX. On average, dogs who pass behavioral tests and physical exams can be put up for adoption on Tuesday and gone by Wednesday. PDX is such a busy place for the Humane Society, that they take in a LOT of animals from neighboring states. It’s called the Second Chance Program. Animals from neighboring states who pass health and behavioral tests are sent to PDX so that shelters near-capacity can keep space open for animals that need more specialized care or simply more animals in general. 

We’ll circle back to this in a second.

So, here’s this adorable, scared little girl up for adoption, and I’m trying desperately not to run out and grab her. We’re traveling in June and July; which is why we decided to wait until late July to even consider adoption. I had been looking at listings just to get a sense of how often small dogs came into the shelter. This was not the moment to adopt. 

But. I knew she was ours. I just knew it. 

I ended up calling the husband and laying out a plan. We’ll go and meet her. He gets final say in if we take her home. If she doesn’t feel like a good fit to him, we’ll wait. It’s important that we both want this dog. 

We go. We fill out paperwork. We wait an hour. We go into the meeting room, and here she comes. She’s scared and nervy. Incredibly quiet. We find out she’s had a very, very exhausting week. 

On Monday, she’d been found on the streets of Fresno. 

On Tuesday, they’d put her on a truck to bring her to PDX.

On Wednesday, she’d been spayed. 

And it was now Thursday, and we were meeting her.

Sean and I took a few minutes to discuss pros and cons: We couldn’t get a real sense of her overall personality at the moment because she was clearly terrified and exhausted. But we’ve always planned to adopt a rescue, so we’re well aware of issues we may have to overcome. What we had seen was promising. She was sweet and curious, if a bit shaky. 

We took her home. On the drive there, we changed her name from Butterfly (named by the shelter) to Britton Bean. ‘Bean’ because she’s small and ‘Britton’ after my great-grandparents. They’d always been dog lovers and no one in the family had used the name elsewhere, and I think they’d have been delighted to find out our pup had their name. 

We got her home, and put her inside, and she sniffed around for a couple of minutes, then spotted the couch and LEAPED onto it, rolling around and digging at it in clear excitement. 

That answered our first question: She knew what a couch was. She probably hadn’t always been a stray. 

A couple of hours later, we had answers to other questions: She knew how to walk on a leash. She liked belly rubs. I had no doubt that before she’d been found in Fresno, she’d been somebody’s pet. 

For the next two weeks, she basically slept. Can’t say I blame her.

When she wasn’t sleeping, she was on watch. A few days after we got her, we took her for a car ride. She climbed right into Sean’s lap in the driver’s seat and stared out the window. She knew what a sweater was and liked to wear them. She knew to flop over to get her harness put on. 

When they’d found her in Fresno, she’d clearly recently had puppies. But she was found alone, and the guess was that the puppies had been weaned, and she had been dumped. Frenso’s got a bad habit of that. 

It didn’t make sense to me. She was two years old. If they’d only been using her for breeding, it seemed unlikely she’d be so good on a lease or want lap sits or know how to ride in a car. And while she was a bit skinny when we got her, she only had to put on a pound and a half to get back up to a good weight. Strays who have puppies tend to need to recover a lot more than that when they’re picked up by rescues. And if they’re lifelong strays, they don’t know how to walk on a leash or what lap sits are. 

Looking at our girl and knowing what I knew of backyard breeders, I did some research, and I came to a conclusion. Our deer-headed, big-eared, long-bodied baby was a Chiweenie. 

A Chiweenie is a “designer breed,” which is the nice way of saying someone got it into their head they had to further cute-ify dogs to their exact liking, and so they took a Dachshund and a Chihuahua and had them make babies. Now, where I come from, we’d call that a mutt, and there’d be an ad in the paper for free puppies. But since someone did it on purpose and gave it a cutesy nickname, puppies can cost up to $500 each. The fact that Bean was found on the streets with clear signs she’d had puppies but wasn’t skeletal? I’m pretty sure someone bred her specifically to sell her pups, and then dumped her when the pups were weaned. 

But prior to that? I think she was someone’s beloved dog. Like I said, she knew what a couch was. She could walk on a leash. She was housebroken. She knew how to signal to go out. She knew what sweaters were and how to ride in the car. 

I have a whole backstory of guesses of how she ended up at the Humane Society to come home with us, but I’ll skip that. Because what’s important isn’t where she was, it’s where she is, and that’s with us.

She is not without her challenges. She barks at nearly everything. She has separation anxiety (RIP living room blinds). We’re working on it. She crates well, thankfully, so we can keep her safe if we need to leave her alone, but we also have a dogsitter and try to take her with us on errands whenever possible. 

What’s good is that while these things are issues, they’re improving. The barking is toning down in a lot of places, and her separation anxiety is getting less prominent. I work from home now, so when I leave the house, she seems to think I’ll never return. If Sean leaves for work, she’s fine. If he comes home after work, then leaves again, she gets a bit moody but does all right overall. 

Even better is that the things we’re working on are changing. First, it was getting her to stop barking at every little thing. Now, it’s focusing on getting her to ignore other dogs walking by and getting her to stop threatening people dropping off mail and packages. But there’s a new twist: She barks for attention now. If we’re not giving her enough attention by her standards, she’ll come right up and bark at us. It is very, <em>very</em> annoying. But it’s also a good sign. She’s getting more comfortable, so she’s pushing boundaries to see what we do. 

We do what we always do: We work with her, then praise her when she acts appropriately. She had to go one-on-one for training, but she did great. She loved it. The trainer thinks that she’ll never be super buddy-buddy with other dogs in general, but it’s a real possibility she’ll learn to ignore dogs on walks and maybe even be able to make a friend or two over time. We’re seeing her ability to ignore other dogs already, and that’s damn good for less than a year’s work. 

She hates the cold, so we got her a warming stone for her couch nest, and the heating pad lives on her bed in front of the entertainment center. Her sweater collection grows almost every week, and she has three pairs of pajamas so far. She’s figured out that being out in the cold with the sun out is perfectly fine for a walk, but we’re still working on her accepting being out in the rain. She absolutely loathes the rain, but she’s a PNW girl now, so she has to deal. We don’t make her stay out longer than she needs to go to the bathroom if she doesn’t want to, and she has a little, fake grass patch on the porch so she can pee there in the middle of the night. 

She’s clever as hell. You put a hunting dog and a rat-catcher in the same body, it’ll happen. It’s led to pooping in the house in the middle of the night because she’s discovered if she doesn’t shake off before she does it, we don’t wake up to see if she needs out. 

She’s sweet as can be and loves treats. She also loves people once she’s gotten used to them, though she’ll still decide she needs to bark for five minutes when they visit. We took her to someone else’s house for Thanksgiving, and while she was overwhelmed at times, she mellowed during the night and was playing with her toy by the end of things. 

She gets a Puppacino once a week and knows when it’s happening. Her tiny claws are stabby knives of death, but we can’t trim them super often because her quicks are so long. She plays with her toys for about ten minutes at a time, and if she really wants your attention, she’ll get in your lap, stand on her hind legs, and lick your nose. 

She is a very good girl, and will likely live well into her teens. Right now, she’s curled on my lap to warm up her feet because we went for a walk. In a couple of hours, she’ll wake up and shake off and move back to the couch or come in and stare at me until I turn on the heating pad on her bed. If she doesn’t get her pill pocket at four, she’ll come and lick my nose.

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Peter has been studying for his last final for what feels like years when his phone buzzes against the hard surface of the university library table.

MJ: Hey dork. I need a small favor.

Peter’s brow furrows.

Peter: Shoot.

MJ: I have been sexiled yet again

MJ: and while I would normally just kill time around campus for the next couple of hours I just finished my last final and I feel like if I don’t take a shower in the next 10 minutes I might not ever smell clean again. Would you mind if I came over and used your shower?

Peter couldn’t help the frown that slips onto his face. This is the 6th time MJ's been unable to get into her dorm since January because her roommate is having sex. She normally doesn't complain because she loves her roommate and is generally a huge supporter of any woman who actively claims their sexuality but she had let it slip to him once that she was beginning to feel like she spent more time avoiding her dorm than actually living in it. He doesn’t even need to think about it when he types out his response.

Peter: Of course, Em. You don’t have to ask, I made the extra key fob for a reason. I’m still studying for my Orgo Lab final but it’s all yours for as long as you need it. 🤓

Even though he was technically not allowed to, he’d taken his key fob apart in Mr. Stark’s shop and made duplicates for Ned and MJ to get into his building when it had become clear to them that his living arrangement in a newer dorm that gave each resident a private room and bathroom was, by far, the most agreeable place for the three of them to hang out.

MJ had used her’s a hundred times over the course of the last 9 months, Peter is sure, but there is something oddly intimate about letting her be there while he isn’t. When he'd typed his message, the only thing in his mind had been his memory of MJ during last semester's final season, exhausted and worn, and even Peter had to admit, looking a little worse for the wear. Now that he's paused long enough to push past that mental image and the immediate urge to fix it anyway he can, he thinks that perhaps saying "you don't have to ask" may have been a bit too much. He panics for a long moment, trying to remember what state he’d left his room in but eventually resigns his worries to the back burner when he remembers that MJ once saw him blow his nose with a sock and then proceed to leave the snot crusted sock on his bedside table for a week and has since managed to voluntarily and enthusiastically kiss him 59 times since (yes he’s counted). Either she was just as gone for him as he was for her or she had a serious lack of regard for the hygiene of others. 

He can't help the surge of excitement he always got when he and MJ crossed into any new territory in their relationship. He'd given her the key to his dorm as a friend and now she'd using it as his girlfriend and that felt very significant to him in a way he knew would make her fondly roll her eyes at him if he shared with her.  

MJ: omg I’m definitely taking a nap in ur bed and you can’t stop me!

MJ: also thank you

Peter squirms as he reads the first message and tries desperately not to think about MJ freshly out of the shower and in his bed.

He’s seen her just out of the shower twice in his life, and would be lying if he said they were anything less than moments that defined his teenage sexuality. The first time was when she accidentally got snowed in at May’s apartment one weekend in their junior year of high school. She'd stopped by the bring him his homework and decathlon flash cards after he'd missed school due spider-manning a little too hard the night before, and didn't get the chance to go home until Monday evening. That was the weekend she'd found out about him and also the weekend that he'd first realized that he was probably in love with her, a realization that came about largely because of how incredible she looked after her shower. He remembers the very confusing combination of feelings he’d felt when he’d seen May’s green stripped pajamas sticking to MJ’s still wet skin as she stumbled into Peter’s room from the steam-filled bathroom and shook out her hair from it’s bun. He’s still convinced that the whole scene happened in slow motion.

The second time was during their summer abroad after graduation. They were staying in a bunk bed laden Airbnb in south France with Ned and Betty and a couple other Midtown Tech graduates. Peter had been talking himself in and out of just finally asking her out all summer. They were practically already dating in that they spent most of their time together, wholeheartedly supported each other's hopes and dreams, and very routinely accompanied each other to various events that society required people to bring dates to. His only hang up was the unyielding fear that making things romantic would ruin the best friendship he'd ever had outside of Ned. That hang up was mostly stomped out when he saw her next that night. She’d stepped into the room in blue silk shorts and a matching tank top wearing, and Peter remembers this very clearly, absolutely no bra. She had water droplets sitting on her shoulders and arms as she wrestled her hair into a towel and she finally moved her body upright he could see the faintest sliver of exposed stomach resting just above the band of her shorts. It was, in Peter’s opinion, one of the most under appreciated Michelle Jones looks of all time. And Peter had very thoroughly appreciated it at least 4 times.

He glances back down at his Organic Chemistry text book from the screen of his phone, the page half hidden by the notes he’d been going over, and groans at the reality that he’s at least an hour away from an A on his final and more realistically two if he wants to walk in feeling really confident.

Peter takes a second to gather his will and silently reminds himself that even if he was with MJ in his room at that moment the most that was likely to happen would be some making out and co-napping since they hadn’t actually done anything more than that yet. His monkey brain then counters back at him that literally nothing in the world actually sounds as good to him in that moment than making out with MJ and then taking a nap and he’s back to grumpily looking down at his textbook.

It only takes a couple minutes of begrudging reading for him to actually gets caught up in the material and loose track of time for while. It's an hour after their original conversation that his phone buzzes and snaps him back into the real world.

MJ: How much longer do you think you’ll be studying? You should come nap with me.

And then the temptation to say fuck it and just chance getting a slightly less awesome grade in Orgo was back in full force. He takes a deep breath and pries himself away from the alluring thought of a warm bed and an even warmer MJ. 

Peter: The thought did cross my mind. I am probably another 45 minutes away from feeling very confident for this exam, though. Will you wait for me?

Peter hits send and forces his attention back to the material. Whatever the answer, the sooner he finishes studying the sooner he’ll be able to see her.

Five minutes later his phone buzzes and he flips it over to see that he has a Snapchat from MJ.

When he opens it his barely suppressed moan is caught in his throat. MJ is laying on his bed, hair twisted up into a towel, glasses on instead of her normal contacts, lips covered in his f a v o r i t e shimmery chapstick that tastes like mint, all of which would make Peter want to jump her bones even more than he normally does, but on top of all that she is very clearly wearing one of his shirts. One of his Stark Industries shirts.

He’s so overcome by the image that it disappears and he has to replay it again to read the text she’d left in small print over her shoulder.

“I’ll be here all night….” It read. At that Peter actually does moan at that. Out loud, and it turns a couple heads from near by tables. He doesn’t care though because this picture of a very cuddly and soft MJ in his fucking shirt literally waiting for him to get home is too suggestive for his over crowded brain to take. He closes his textbook with more force than is sticky necessary and shoves it into his backpack, scrambling to do the same to the highlighters and notebooks he’d spread around the table as well.

When he’s packed up he grabs his phone and texts MJ.

Peter: I’m coming home now

MJ’s response is almost instantaneous.

MJ: what happened to feeling really confidant for your Orgo exam?

Peter rolls his eyes and then grins. If she wants to play coy he can too.

Peter: it got really hard

He sends and then waits for her to open the message before typing again

Peter: to focus, I mean

MJ’s response lives in the gray dot dot dot at the bottom of Peter’s screen for what feels like ten years before she finally send it.

MJ: Maybe I can help you work it out…

And it’s the ellipsis at the end that forces him into action. Suddenly, before he can bully his brain into keeping up with his body, he’s out of the library and making his way steadily across campus to his dorm with the kind of speed that he normally only employs when he’s patrolling but he’s loathe to find a time that more desperately calls for such measures.

In the end, he learns two very important lessons.

The first is that there is nothing hotter than coming home to find your girlfriend spraying canned whipped cream directly into her mouth clad not only in your T-shirt but also in your boxers. And as he later finds out, absolutely nothing else.

The second is that you tend to test better when you take an exam after a post orgasm induced sleep. Who knew?

[amnachil]

The College Society Chapter 2 Part 8

This is the last part !

Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey Thursday January 10 – Friday January 11

It was his last exam. The Dean's grandson finished it easily. He was sure to pass anyway. When he went out, he glimpsed Theo. The bastard was waiting for him. What the hell does he want ?

"Hey buddy." he said with a grin. "You have a minute ?"

"Make it thirty seconds, I don't have the fuckin' time to talk with you."

"Okay. I'll chase Liam after all. I want him."

"You want him."

You greedy pig. Fuckin' asshole. Dickhead. I don't know enough curses to qualify you. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey just smiled dangerously. This bally fucker.

"And why are you suddenly interested ? You failed month ago to get him."

"That's right, but I think I can be in luck now. I have some... advantage. And damn, he became so hot during christmas. Hunky but chunky. I love it. Sorry, you were too slow. He's mine now."

The blond lad just laughed. He laughed so loud that all the students around heard him.

"You're a little swaggerer Theophile. Are you seriously defying me ?"

"Hell yes."

Not that far ago, you were begging me just to have the right to suck my cock. You'll regret this overconfidence. Liam had faced a hunter way more dangerous than Theo. He survived to this Raphaël dude, he can beat a fucking swimteam captain like you too.

"You don't ask what's my plan ?" wondered the law student.

"Sorry but... since you're not a real opponent, I don't care." replied the Dean's grandson.

"Really ? Well, considering you're hunting him for more than one month now, I can only suppose you are rusty. Maybe the best hunter just failed. Maybe he isn't the best anymore."

"And maybe you are missing my dick so much you want it again ? Who knows ? I'm done with your bullshit for today. Bye."

The next morning came quickly. Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey didn't sleep well, because he and his spy Nancy made some research about Theo. And they discovered something really interesting and important. Maybe he have a fucking advantage after all. After that, Nancy and him had had sex, and so he had slept only four or five hours. Anyway, he got some business to make. The faster, the better. The Dean's grandson met Steve Callagan, the head of the music club, in his room. He had just finished a breakfast apparently. There were one thing or two to know about the guy. He was a watcher hunter. He loved to see two chicks or one guy one girl have sex. No gay tho. Never understood why. Two guys, two dicks, it can be funny. And Steve had, like Theo, an official girlfriend, the lovely Bettany. Her name is a porn in itself. Anyway, they were cute together, except Bettany was a chubby chaser and fattened the musician quite a bit. There're more people liking meaty partner than you would say at the first sigh. Myself included some time.

"You want something Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey ?" asked Steve when they were alone.

"I heard you had two tickets for this famous movie saturday. I want them." he commanded. "A porn tape in exchange ? I have recorded a lot of stuff during the holidays, including a sexy delivery girl. Exactly your taste."

"I'm sorry dude but... Matthew Davos from the swimteam already gave me a video of himself and this black runner chick. I took it against a concert ticket. And now Betty really wants to see the movie."

For god sake. Who care about a stupid black girl who looks like an elephant and a little thief ?

"Give me those ticket or I swear to god I'm going to find Bettany straight away and I'll fuck her so hard that she'll be unable to walk for a week. Then I'll be back there and you'll suck my fuckin' dick until you couldn't blow in this stupid tuba of yours. Okay ?"

And Damian Nicholas Smith-Carrey got the tickets.

Liam Saturday Januray 12

When he finished his lenghts at the pool, the chestnut lad took a deep breath and went to see Colton. Exams were over and this afternoon, Dami invited him to see a movie. He hadn't much time to discuss with his friend, but he intented to help him as much as possible. But I hope he'll not talk about my past... Colton was currently stretching. Normally, Christmas was the perfect time to be slacking a bit. (Liam did. He had lost a bit of definition but he was working out again now). (It might be the reason why all those girls were accosting him at the gym or the pool). (But he always tried to avoid them, because he suspected the witch to be among the crowd). Anyway, Colton as for him was as handsome as ever. Well-built, not too strong, not too thin. He hadn't the single bit of fat on him. (To Liam, it was a lost, but whatever).

"Hey buddy." started the chestnut lad. "How went your exams ?"

"Good I think." replied his friend. "But I wasn't as focused as I wanted to."

"Why that ?"

Liam decided to play it dumb. It was better than talking about Leila who had threatened him. (She was the evil twin, obviously).

"Barbara cheated on me, and then she left me." Colton confessed with sadness. "She said it was better this way."

Of course, the dark-haired lad was too diplomat to say something mean. He had a sweet tone, even when he announced bad news. Liam suspected him to be half teddy bear. (Teddies Bears were alive, yes, and sometimes they sent a child in the human's world). Anyway, the lad was disgressing. He was here to help his friend.

"Maybe I can do something about it ?" he asked. "Wait, did you said she cheated on you ?"

(Yeah, it took a long time before Liam realised what it meant).

"She didn't say with who, but I'm guessing someone important at the university, cuz right after, she became the future head of the student union. When this girl, Summer, will finish her mandate, they will present Barbara as their favourite candidate. Anyway, I think we can't do much about this. I'm going to swim now, see you later."

Well, she liked to be the class delegate in highschool after all... Liam had suddenly an idea. He could probably know who was the guy in question. He just had to ask Dami. (He was pretty sure this one was important for the university). (He once had said something about the Dean, but Liam didn't remenber well). And then, maybe he could work on something.

Speaking of the devil, he met Dami on the early afternoon for a movie. His blond friend carried with him a bag filled with something, but he didn't say what. They entered in the theater and took their sit.

"You'll see, it's a good movie." assured Dami. "And there, I cooked this. Tell me if you like it."

He offered a cake. Two month ago, Liam would have declined. (At least try, because his friend had some authority). But now, he glady ate it. The film went like this. It really was good. And the chestnut lad consumed everything Dami gave him. He just didn't realised how much it was. There were all kind of pastries, crusty and spongy, with cream, jam or chocolate. In Liam mind, they were both eating peacefully. Yet, at some point he discreetly slipped a hand beneath his shirt and rubbed his belly. He was rather bloated. (It didn't stop him to eat whatever Dami offered tho). Eventually, he realised his tum was very swollen. Looks like I'm stuffed. I ate more than I thought. For a moment, Dami stopped. The movie was almost over when something happen. But Liam didn't realised it happen until the end. When he was about to stand up, he noticed his friend was holding his free hand. Oh.

"I asked you if it was fine." whispered the blond lad. "And you said nothing."

His eyes were showing a mix of excitment and cautiousness. Liam hesitated a second. What does this mean exactly ? Maybe Nate is right. Maybe Dami saw this as a date. But was it a problem ? Liam didn't know the answer at this question. He soflty took his hand off.

"Don't worry, I'm okay with it." he said. "Can you tell me something ?"

His friend frowned, but nodded.

"You probably know Barbara Henrion ? Is there a chance you know who slept with her and offered her a favor afterwards ?"

"She had sex with Javier Esposito, the vice-president of the student union." answered quickly Dami. "This one told me about this. But you know, they're all sleeping with each other in this union."

"Well thank you. And thank you for the movie and the snacks. You really are an awesome chef dude. I have to go to work now so... see you soon."

Liam then joined the night shift of Pasta's Place, as usual. The work happened to be a bit difficult with a full belly, but he managed to do well. Judy checked on him at least ten times. She said he must be careful at everytime of the night and the day. According to her, there was some guy who might corrupt him. (Liam supposed she was referring to some minions sent by the forces of chaos). Anyway, before going to bed, the lad called Nate. Luckily, this one wasn't partying this time, just chillin' at his place. They rapidly talked about Dami, obviously.

"To my opinion, you should give it a try." suggested his bestfriend. "I mean, you deserve a bit of happiness after all what happened. And I think you're ready now, you got enough time since your ex. Plus Damian sounds cool."

"I don't know man. Maybe I'll ruin everything like last time. I don't feel confident yet..."

"Dude, you were in highschool, it was your very first relationship with another boy and he had a lot of issue on his own." reminded Nate. "Damian is two years older than you. He's certainly more mature. It'll be different. It has to be."

Liam nodded slowly. As always, his soulmate was right. But he needed to go slowly. I mean, I don't know Dami that much after all... I must take my time.

"I bet you nodded." whispered Nate. "You know I can't see you through the phone right ?"

Rebecca Monday January 14 LAST PART

She never thought things would change like this, in such a short amount of time. Emilio didn't show up ever again. Of course, she still met him during the University's training. But he avoided her. Bob noticed, but said nothing. In fact, there was one thing her coach didn't know. Rebecca was now dating Matthew. Like Chelsea. They were both with him. It's a nonsense but I don't know. I feel good with him. He was kind, way more than she thought. He also was protective. She felt at ease with him. And god know how supportive he was. When she had been dating Emilio, they were used to talk about running. But he had never encouraged her like Matt did. Chelsea and her were the best among the team, and he was proud of it. He didn't hide his love for both of them. And the weirdest thing ? Sex with the blond lad and Chelsea was awesome. Way different than everything she had try before. The man led the ride, and she was glad with it. I know it only has been six days since we started but... I wonder why I hated him in the first place. He had admitted he was jealous of her at first but it had evolved in feelings for her. So basically, Matthew had a crush and regretted what he had done so he decided to help her. And now they were dating, the three of them together. It was weird, but Rebecca wasn't disliking it.

This evening, during the swim training, she couldn't stop herself staring at her new boyfriend. His tight swimsuit highlighted his handsome body. She had learnt he was 182 cm (6'0") for quite a chunky 77 kg (170 lbs). He was muscular but thick, and she loved it. Liam and Theo might be the only in the pool who could rivalise, despite being both thinner.

"You're looking at Matt with a lot of admiration." pointed out Laura. "Maybe you wanna told me somethin' ?"

"Not really. I was just watching."

"Yeah, watching eh." laughed the petite blonde. "You know, since you broke up with Emilio, you can find another man but... Matthew is with Chelsea. And not your type to be honest. A bit too cocky I think."

"You must be right."

It was what she had thought at the beginning of the year. But he saved her from Emilio. And she liked his confidence eventually. He wasn't a bad guy. Laura continued :

"Anyway, I have another topic to talk about... Promise me you won't be mad."

"Who can against you ? You're so lovely."

"Thanks for that. So... I know things aren't fine between Nick and you. And at first, I thought it was none of my business but... I can stand it anymore. I think you're wrong, since the very outset. I mean, he helped you on several occasion, and yeah, he's a smart aleck, but he was always there for you. And you, what did you do exactly ?"

Rebecca opened her mouth but... nothing came out. She had no good excuse. I was just too proud to admit I was wrong. Their argument started when she had tried to change him. I did that in order to make him conform to my standards. It's not fair.

"You're right." she admitted. "The blame is on me. But what should I do now ? Our friendship is completely over. And you know what ?"

"Hum ?"

"I don't care anymore. Before, when I dated Emilio, I felt guilty but not anymore. I think I understood how works the college society."

"Really ?"

"Hunt, or be hunted, as simple as that." Rebecca affirmed. "I found a pack, and now, I'm ready to be on the hunter side. Nick isn't my concern anymore."

To be continued

And so here we are...

Congratulations Rebecca, you’re now a hunter ! She’s free from Emilio and she found something meaningful for her. Let’s say she’s perfectly fitting in the College Society now ;)

As for Liam well, seems like feeding him was the good choice ! What can make him happier than a full tummy I wonder ? But Damian can still screw this up for sure... And the war with Theo only begins !

Like last time, The College Society will be on hiatus for two or three weeks. Chapter 3 will be longer, and we’ll have a new character POV !

In the meantime, you can read To the Perfection, my other weight gain story !

[kisstheburnsaway]

Crazy, He Calls Me

Original post: HERE

Anonymous asked: Companions and phone sex 👀 are they good at it? what do they say?

[[For starters, I’d like to thank you for making my AU-hating arse think up how in all hells would “phone” sex even work in the Wasteland; that’s exactly how I wanted to spend these last few days. Second, this barely counts anyway. Take it or leave it.]]

[[Also, mild NSFW ahead. Well, you did say “sex” at me. Own it.]]

Cait: Sole gave her one of the better-looking Pip-Boys from Vault 88 after they were finished with their business there, and Cait got almost as addicted to it as she had been to Psycho and was now to Sole. Honestly, it was definitely one of the most useful devices she’d ever gotten her hands on, including that one time when she’d found a still-working vibrator in one of the old hotels. Anyways, thinking back to that time and to how now, typically, she didn’t need one… but… Well, it could always be better in some way, right?

So one day, when Sole was busy with running around and talking to people, Cait told them she’d be in the nearest bar, but she hid in one of the alleys and recorded a holotape which she then slipped into Sole’s gear when they were sleeping.

Sole found it the next day when they were on the road, pulling it out of their coat pocket with honest surprise on her face. Given that they usually stored the holotapes they’d found back at home as soon as they could, it must’ve really been surprising to find one that escaped that scrutiny. Cait watched them out of the corner of her eye as they inserted the tape into their Pip-Boy.

“Oi, love, I was just thinkin’ about you,” Cait’s voice spoke up. Sole threw them a surprised glance, but Cait pretended not to hear or see anything. The tape continued: “And I was thinkin’ how nice your body feels next to me. How good it feels to go down at you to wake you up from a bad dream in the middle of the night. And how good your hands feel when they’re runnin’ all over me body. Mmm…”

That was the end of the tape. Sole didn’t say anything or follow up on it in any way. Except next day it was Cait who found a tape in her gear, and this time it was her heart beating like crazy when she put it in her Pip-Boy. She looked at Sole, but they conveniently pretended not to see anything.

“My dear, the truth is that if you want me, all you need to do is spread your legs and ask nicely. I’m more than happy to fulfill your every desire, whatever it might be. My hands on your body is just the beginning…”

Soon, the idea of recording indecent tapes and hiding them in one another’s gear turned into a sort of a silly game of “whoever gives in first”, which at least more often than not ended with them passionately fucking in their tent at night. Cait couldn’t complain.

Curie: Back when Curie had been a Ms. Nanny, she’d helped Sole download the e-mail program framework from University Point’s terminals. And for that, once they got back home, she’d received her own terminal because, as Sole said, “she contributed and she deserved it”. Fast-forward to a few months later, to a settlement-wide party to celebrate Sole’s birthday, which, organised by Hancock, very quickly turned into drunken revelry. Sole, once they’d had a few drinks, wouldn’t let Curie out of their sight, putting their arm around her and pulling her along wherever they’d go. Curie didn’t mind much—it was indeed an interesting occasion to observe people’s behavior and listen to their stories when they were intoxicated, even if she only sipped a single drink that didn’t work on her synth body anyway.

A few days later, Sole was busying themself with some spring cleaning when they’d heard a chime of a new e-mail from their terminal. It was from Curie, and the title said, “Experimentation Schedule”. Very benign. Also, misguiding.

“My dear Sole,

I have decided upon the schedule of our upcoming experimentation and herefore sending you a draft just like you asked for. I know of many things that you also like to ask for, so I included them in this draft. The schedule for next week is as follows…

On Monday, we shall engage in chemical testing. I would like to take pH-measure of your bodily fluids, most notably the saliva and vaginal fluid. But as we lack proper analytic tools for such tests, I am forced to resolve to using my tongue. I should hope the testing will be most enjoyable.

On Tuesday, we will perform some stress tests. This is most important for the control of your heart and whatever effects your new lifestyle and habits have on it. I would be very unhappy to skip these tests as it is your heart that brings me the most joy in life. The testing will involve exerting much physical effort and passive intake of fluids, administered through my new mouth-to-mouth technique.

On Wednesday, there shall be a physical examination. It is most important to do monthy check-ups and control how your body heals after the injuries it so often sustains. The pre-requisite of this exam is that you are fully unclothed as there should be no physical barriers between the doctor and her patient. Also, in order to keep you from losing precious warmth, we shall make sure your circulation is properly stimulated, allowing you to regulate your temperature more efficiently.

On Thursday, I will show you some washing techniques, to help you keep hygiene at minimal cost when you are traveling. Seeing as proper hygiene is the most important to living a healthy life, I believe this to be one of the most important activity of the week. It will take place in the shower of your home at 5 PM and continue throughout the night.

On Friday, I will teach you about proper hydration and nutrition with a specially prepared breakfast we will consume upon waking up. Once you are properly nourished, we will put this new lifestyle regime to the test with another stress test.

On Saturday, we shall take a long walk through the wilderness and study what we encounter along the way. Getting acquainted with one’s surroundings and environment is an important step to implementing a healthier lifestyle. We will get acquainted very well.

On Sunday we shall take the day off from experimentation and enjoy a quiet night together. As play is also quite important in training of one’s problem-solving skills and hand-eye coordination, I will provide several devices designed to help with the training.

That is everything I have planned for our next week together. I will be impatiently waiting for your approval of this schedule and begin preparations immediately.

Yours forever,

Curie”

Sole didn’t give their approval right away. They needed to go take a cold shower first.

Danse: [[Warning: borderline heresy. Sorry not sorry.]]

Surprisingly, Danse holds the black-belt of phone sex. Sole was shocked when he laughed at their drunken descriptions of their biweekly sessions with their spouse when they used to serve. Granted, Danse had a few too much to drink as well, but there was an unpalpable tang of sincerity to the story he told. Specifically, he recalled that in his first squad, back under the command of Paladin Krieg, he and Cutler would occasionally—and by ‘occasionally’ he meant ‘often’—spout sexual things at each other through the comm-links while the rest of the squad was choking with laughter. And when Sole asked what sort of things, Danse, blushing a little and with an intro of “Oh, we were young and stupid, and it was usually Cutler initiating these wildly inappropriate conversations”, gave them a recap of one of their conversations which went something like this:

“Oh, Danse, you mighty, mighty man… Oh, the things I’d let you do to me at night in my quarters. Over.”

“Yes, Cutler? Like what? Over.”

“Like at first, I’d let you put your hands on me… Over.”

“And what would you be wearing, Cutler? Over.”

“I’d have absolutely nothing on. I’d have undressed and washed and gotten all prepared for you, my lovely Danse. Over.”

“Mm, I’m starting to get behind this idea. I’d definitely use those hands for the betterment of mankind. Over.”

“And after my mankind couldn’t take any more betterment, what would you do? Over.”

(There was no way at this point that everyone in the squad wasn’t laughing, even Paladin Krieg.)

“I would continue our… training exercise. Move on to other locations. Over.”

“Oh, what sort of locations? Over.”

“Wherever you’d want me, my beloved Cutler. As long as you spoke up. Over.”

“Oh, Danse… Over.”

“Speak up, Cutler! Over.”

“Oh, Danse, but there are several unoccupied locations here! What do we do? Over.”

“We shall explore them one by one, no matter how unusual. Over.”

“Yes, Danse, keep telling me. Keep ordering me. I want you to be my Paladin tonight. Over.”

(You should’ve seen Krieg’s face at this point. Priceless.)

“Take my uniform off, Cutler. Over.”

“Gladly, my Paladin. Right away. Over.”

“Now bend over. Over.”

“Please, my Paladin, do whatever you want to me. Over.”

“I will, Cutler. You just relax. Over.”

“Yes, put it in me, put it in! I can’t wait!… Over.”

“Oh, Cutler, you’re so delightfully tight… Over.”

“And you, my Paladin Danse, you are… semper invicta. Over.”

“You make me such, brother. Ad victoriam. Over.”

“Yes, ad victoriaaam!”

…Upon getting their breath back, Sole asked why Danse even engaged in those conversations if they were so ‘wildly inappropriate’. Danse had no answer for them.

[[Did I say ‘mild NSFW’?? Can’t seem to recall…]]

Deacon: Deacon was something else. First time Sole found the note in the dead drop, obviously written in his handwriting, they couldn’t really believe it, especially since it wasn’t addressed to them. But really, who else could it be for? Sole stifled a sting of jealousy as their eyes glided along the lines: “If you were here right now, I would be pushing my dick down your throat. But since you’re not, I can only wallow in my loneliness”. Ah, that bold, bald idiot.

As they scribbled their response on the back of the note and put it back in the dead drop and especially as they closed the container behind them, they felt a rush of something… Like a thrill. Like when having sex in public. Their thoughts sprinted to that time at the park, with… but it was a long time ago. There was no point reliving it. They threw another glance at the container and left.

A few days later, Sole visited Railroad’s HQ, and lo and behold, Deacon was there too. They picked up the pace—it wasn’t often these days that they could see each other, what with his work as a field agent and their own duties and activities. But halfway through the room they saw that Deacon was actually hunched over what looked like a pile of papers, sitting on his mattress, head in hands.

“What’s up with him?” Sole asked no one in particular, but it was Doc Carrington who almost jumped out of his seat to answer.

“He got about twenty replies to that stupid note he left in every dead drop we have… I think he’s crying.”

“Oh, shut up,” they mumbled, but threw him a grin. Sometimes they thought they were the only ones who actually liked Carrington, even for all his flaws. But now they navigated over to Deacon’s mattress and before he even noticed them there, grabbed one of the notes at random and read the reply. “Oh, yes, Deacon, I’d love to gulp you down like a bottle of whiskey!”, it said. It wasn’t Sole’s reply. They looked at the pile of notes beneath their feet and Deacon’s miserable face, trying to stifle laughter.

“You should know my handwriting, honey,” they said. Deacon scoffed and threw some of the notes in the air like the dramatic actress that he was.

“You never handwrote a single thing to me!” he yelped. Sole patted his glistening baldness comfortingly.

“Now, now, it’s okay,” they said. “I didn’t reply to this silly thing anyway.”

Deacon looked up at them, squinted… “Just leave the lying to me, honey,” he said. “You’re lousy at it, I’m sorry to say.”

Sole chuckled. “Okay, fine, have it your way and keep looking for a note you have no idea about. Take a guess based only on how well you think you know me.” Deacon pouted, just a tiny little bit. “Or…” Sole said, leaning to his ear. “You can just pick a few of them out and then come find me, and we can play them out…” They bit the node of his ear playfully and walked off, leaving him slack-jawed and red up to the brow. When they looked around, they could see him frantically sorting through the notes.

Hancock: Since Sole noticed a ham radio at Hancock’s Old State House, they realized that would be a perfect way to communicate when they weren’t together—‘cause God knows Hancock always found a better way to communicate when they were. However, Sole didn’t account on him interrupting them in the middle of the night in the workshop as they were building new defense turrets for their settlement. And it was going really great until the ham radio crackled and bespoke:

“Hey, sunshine!” And then his voice got lower, huskier, and sexier: “Hope you’re naked over there ‘cause I sure am.”

Sole grabbed the microphone and said, “Goddammit, Hancock, you know I’m in the workshop. If I was naked here, I’d be up for losing a few body parts, like you.”

“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” Sole could almost hear him wink over the radio. “But still, how about I keep you… company?”

Sole didn’t reply.

“I mean, after you finish whatever you’re doing, maybe you’ll wanna operate some heavy machinery.”

“For fuck’s sake, Hancock, stop! I’m trying to work here.”

“Yeah, baby…” He breathed. “I love it when you do it with your hands…”

Sole blushed, getting hot all over, but instead of replying, they just focused on the task at ha… Dammit! The task. Period.

“I miss you, Sole…” Hancock’s voice, with its rasp and tone, and slightly distorted by the radio, was reaching Sole on a wholly different level of being. “...And little Han-cock misses you, too.”

“HANCOCK, YOU LITTLE SHIT!”

“Don’t call him names! It’s okay, little one. Daddy will stroke you with love.”

Sole decided to ignore him. Just ignore him. It’s okay. He’s gonna get off that… Dammit! Come off… DAMMIT! He’s gonna be done… D-A-M-M-I-T. Nevermind.

“Sole, darling? Why aren’t you saying anything? Are you masturbating?”

“Why, Hancock, ‘DARLING’, why aren’t you stopping this trainwreck? Are you high?”

“Damn right I am.” And the shameless confidence in his voice honestly turned Sole on more than anything else he’d said so far. But they weren’t going to give in so easily. He wasn’t going to win them over with just the sound of his voice alone.

And as Sole returned to building the turret—realizing, along the way, they’d put more than one part in the wrong place because of being distracted by that irradiated idiot—that irradiated idiot took an audible breath, as if to calm down, and then said, “Alright, sunshine, I’mma go sleep it off. You have a good night and I hope you dream about me kissing every inch of your perfect body and sliding myself into you exactly the way you like. Or you into me, whatever floats your boat, love.” And with another crackle, he was gone. And Sole was left with their thoughts racing and heart pounding.

MacCready: Since RJ brought Duncan to the Commonwealth so that they could both have something at least resembling a real family again, as much as this world permitted it, one big problem arose: they couldn’t travel together anymore, not when one of them had to stay behind and take care of Duncan. That, in turn, brought a lot of late nights, staying up worrying about one another, tension, and eventually arguments. Sole knew these originally stemmed from love, but it was still so… So they decided to look for solutions. After two weeks they managed to modify a baby monitor to transmit both ways and link it to Sole’s Pip-Boy. That way they’d have contact with one another, and a way to send a distress call should anything go wrong at home. And then that bit Sole in the ass, too.

One day, early morning, Sole woke up at their camp they’d only set up in the first place because they wanted to make one more stop before returning back home—and also, it had been late when they were setting it up, and even though they were maybe half an hour away from home, they didn’t want to wake the boys just to have to leave the next morning again. So they made camp, went to sleep, and then woke up at, like, fucking dawn to RJ’s voice spewing crap through their Pip-Boy. At first they thought he was making sense, that maybe the house was under attack, but then RJ said, “The places I’d kiss you in… ’Cause I miss you and I need some masturbation material.”

He WHAT? Sole jerked up and began packing up the camp, at the same time teasing RJ on the line, “I wish I could be there, too, honey, tracing kisses down your firm chest…”

RJ moaned softly, “Oh, yes. I’d love to feel you close. Your hand down my pants…”

“Down your what? I’d have undressed you a long time ago. And tied you to the bed. I’d love to have you completely at my mercy.”

The groan he let out made Sole’s lips twist into a satisfied, vengeful smile. No one, and they meant it—NO ONE would be waking them up at dawn.

“Uhh… What about Duncan, though?” he asked, his voice somewhat shaky.

“I’d leave him with Dogmeat, lock the door… Dogmeat would let us know if Duncan was coming. Don’t you worry. I have it all thought out.”

“Mm. Please tell me you wouldn’t just tease me the entire time.”

“Of course not. First thing I’d do would be to push you all the way down my throat, as far as it would go.”

“Holy f…” he cleared his throat like that was going to help. Sole was now walking briskly with a huge grin on their face.

“And then I’d do you exactly the way you like. Except you wouldn’t be cumming until I let you. And there would be nothing you could do, tied up as you’d be. Mm, thinking about that body of yours splayed out on the bed. Just… yummy.”

“Oh, goodness, Sole. Please come home as soon as you can.”

“I will, love. I will.”

And barely a few minutes later, Sole rushed into the house and moved about as quietly as they could as to not wake Duncan up; they found RJ in the bedroom, hiding behind the bed with his head thrown back, dick in hand. And Sole just stood there above him with their hands propped up on their hips until RJ finally opened his eyes and saw them, immediatelly getting all flustered and embarrassed.

“Hey, b-but in my defense, look what you did to me!” he mumbled, the first fully coherent sentence in the full-minute-long babble.

“Yeah?” Sole shoves his hand down their pants. “Well, look what you did to me!”

Nick: When Sole told him about how they’d used to play with their spouse over the phone, Nick raised his brow and didn’t say anything. The topic never came up again. [[Like, let’s be real, he would SO not be up to it. Leave poor Nick alone.]]

Piper: Sole and Piper never talked about what Sole did with their spouse, how their life was before the war or any of that stuff. It was as if Piper filled in the blanks herself and correct or not, she was happy with it. As if it pained her less to work with those lies than have to listen to Sole’s life about someone else and then see that moment when they reach the end of the story and realize it’s never coming back. The moment when their tearful eyes close over a fake smile as they say, “But I have you now, Red. So it’s all good.” It’s never all good. So she preferred her stories.

But even so, whether it was by some bizarre coincidence or because she really did find out about it somehow, one day Piper did the exact same thing their spouse used to. One day, a messenger came up to Sole and handed them a sealed letter with their name on it. The shock of getting anything from a random caravan driver who had apparently recognised her easily but whom she’d never met before, and all that in the middle of nowhere in Capital Wasteland—that shock dissipated as they opened the makeshift envelope an found an actual love letter from Piper.

“My Beloved Sole,

I have never done something like this before. But these last few weeks when you’ve been gone have been hard. I can’t pretend you’re just around the corner anymore. I can’t imagine waking up next to you every morning. Last night I awoke from a nightmare which I could barely remember, but it was a dream of you never returning to me again. I’m scared. I know you’re not going to be back anytime soon, but if I were to receive a reply from you, even a short ‘I’m okay’ note, I’d sleep much better.

And I’m sorry for writing this, but I miss you. I can’t help it. I can’t even write a good article anymore, so you better get your shapely ass back here soon! My livelihood is on the line!

Speaking of that shapely ass… Ahh, nevermind. I just want you back. I want you next to me. I want to be able to kiss you and touch you, and be with you, and I swear on the Wall, when you return, I’m not letting you out of bed for AT LEAST a week. You’ll repay me in earnest for every minute I had to spend all alone, pressing my hand to my lips as to not let a sound out as I’d push the other down my… Or up. Depends on the perspective, I guess. And all of that thinking of you.

I need you. Get back soon and stay safe.

With love, Piper PS. If someone opens and reads it before it reaches you, I will be SO pissed.”

Sole raised their gaze from above the letters, hand at their own lips as they held back their tears. The caravaneers threw them a weird look from above the fire they all sat around, but didn’t say anything. Piper literally went to Goodneighbor and talked to Daisy, probably in exchange for some favors, to make sure this reached them. Sole ripped a piece of the paper and scribbled a short note before giving it back to the caravan driver, nearly begging him to take it back. The note said: “I’m fine. I love you, too. I promise I’ll be home soon.”

Preston: After the party where Sole literally almost boasted about what phones used to be and what use they made of them with their spouse, Preston was indignant for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t help being jealous. But even so, when they passed out like the adorable idiots they were, Preston was the one to gather them up from the floor and put them to bed. And when he stayed and looked at their sleeping face, so peaceful if not for the quite disturbing muttering, he just somehow wasn’t mad anymore.

“No, don’t touch me…” Sole muttered in their sleep. “Fuck off, whoever you are, there’s a man waiting for me at home…” Preston’s heart fell to his stomach again. But then… “No, his name is My Boyfriend… Now go away.” And Sole turned to the other side and slept soundlessly the rest of the night. When they awoke in the morning with a skull-splitting headache, the first thing they noticed was a glass of water on the nightstand. They gulped the entire thing down, spilling more than some on themselves before they realized there was also a note. It said, “Hey, Li’l Mama, whatcha got on?”

BONUS - Strong: [[Please, don’t. Steer clear. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.]]

I just have this vision in my head, like, a beheaded mole rat used as a crayon, the mask of a pre-war white car his canvas, and those red child-like letters spelling: “Strong like your butt”.

[hestylesimagines]

I Loved you First. //HS

Request by:  lonelybrokenheartedsoul

Concept: YN and Harry, best friends since they were little kids have loved eachother since before Harry left for Xfactor. Deciding that it wasn’t worth losing their friendship, Harry wasn’t ready for YN to start another guy. Especially not his bandmate.

“Why are you doing this YN! Why are you here with him, are you trying to hurt me, is that what this is?!” “NO!” “Then what is it?” “I’m moving on Harry! No more waiting, no more hurting. If you wanted me you could of had me years ago, but you didn’t. You blew your chance!”

Harry stood on the sidelines, glass of red wine in his grasp as he watched the many couples on the dance floor, swaying to the beat of the slow song that Harry wasn’t pay enough attention to recognise. His lips tilted upwards watching his mother and Robin laughing together as he spun her around gently, 15 years together. Harry wanted that. 

His smile dropped when he heard the laugh he has been avoiding all night, but he couldn’t help but glance. There you were, smiling and laughing all whilst Louis’s arms held you tightly to him. Afraid you’d slip through his fingers, he couldn’t blame Louis. You were one of a kind, special. You are Harry’s best friend and the love of his life, not that he can do much about it now. 

Your eyes met as though you could feel him thinking about you, his heart burst seeing you smile at him. A smile that only Harry knew. You were generally a very positive girl, one of the things that Harry always loved about you. However, when it came to Harry you had a specific smile. 

Your eyes lit up, and your dimples would suddenly become evident, and then you would tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Just as you are doing now. This is Harry’s smile. 

The smile dropped watching Louis pull her closer before whispering something into her ear, Harry looked down at his overly expensive Gucci shoes before taking a swig of the red wine that was in the glass. 

“Hey Mr sign of the times.” He instantly looked up, hearing your familiar teasing voices. “Hey pretty girl.” He retorted a smile falling upon your lips, before he returned it when noticing the blush that hit your cheeks.

“Enjoying the party?” She asked, taking a seat next to me. “Sure.” I retorted earning a furrowed eyebrow look, “Harry are you okay?” Something in him twitched, he wasn’t okay. He couldn’t tell her that though, he wouldn’t ruin her happiness. He had his chance and he blew it. 

                                                 Flashback

“Hi love.” Harry greeted, welcoming you into his arms. “Took you long enough to get here.” He teased, you rolled your eyes before pulling away. “Where is the birthday boy?” You asked, looking around for Harry’s irish bandmate. 

“Doing shots with Li.” Harry informed her, a chuckle escaping both of their lives. “How was your day?” He asked, now noticing the exhaustion that your beautiful eyes held. “Tiring, I have an exam on Monday.” “Then you shouldn’t be here babe, Niall would of understood.”

“I needed a break.” You reasoned, he sighed before wrapping his arms around your shoulder. “Well if you get tired, tell me and I’ll get you home.” You couldn’t help but let the butterflies fill your stomach, you have been inlove with Harry since the age of 16 and you were yet for those feelings to leave you. 

He was always so kind to you, and would spend hours upon end looking after you. He was your person, and unknown to you, you were his. The most important girl of his life and no one would ever replace you. 

“YN!” You looked up to see a very drunk Niall staggering towards you, “Hey birthday boy.” She happily brought him into a hug, “You came!” “Ofcourse I came you leprechaun, you think I’d miss your big night?” He smiled before hugging her again, Harry smiled at the both of you. He loved how sweet you are with the boys, how understanding you are of their lifestyle. You truly are an angel.

“Woah easy tiger.” He was brought out of his daydream to find you trying to keep his drunken bandmate on his feet, “Niall.” He groaned, with an amused shake of his before letting him lean on him, knowing he could stand the weight more. 

“Oh there’s louis!” Niall was soon off stumbling towards his other bandmate, leaving Harry and YN alone together once again. Not that they minded, infact it’s how they preferred. 

“YN?” You turned to look at your curly haired best friend, “Yeah H?” “You look beautiful tonight.” Your heart burst, and you couldn’t control the blush that was now covering your cheeks. “Thanks.” He chuckled at your shyness before pulling you closer to him, you welcomed his touch, leaning into him. 

You were both in the middle of laughing about something Anne had said when you heard, “Harry.” Your heart dropped once you turned around to find Nadine walking towards you both. You didn’t personally know Nadine, but from the pictures you seen of her and Harry, you didn’t want to either.

“Oh, hi Nadine.” Harry greeted softly, leaning in to hug his friend. “I’ve been looking for you all night, Haz.” She exclaimed, resting her hand on his arm. It took everything in you not to bat it off and claim territory, but then again you couldn’t claim something that wasn’t yours. 

“Well you found me.” You winced at the flirty tone he used for her, trying not to seem awkward whilst they both ignored you. “Oh sorry, Nadine this is YN, my best friend. YN, this is Nadine.” You smiled weakly at the female who smiled back, a bit false. “Oh YN, it’s so lovely to meet you!”

Not wanting to seem like a bitch you replied, “And you Nadine.” You were soon forgotten by the pair, both of them talking about the last time they saw eachother in Newyork. You stood awkwardly before noticing Liam and Louis from across the room, both of them beckoning you over and you happily did. 

“YN?” You ignored Harry’s call and walked into the open arm of Louis’s. “You okay YN?” Liam asked, his eyes filled with sympathy being the only member of the band who knew about the feelings you had for Harry. 

“Uh yeah, he’s just a bit busy.” You replied with a shrug, “Drink?” Louis offered holding up his beer, you scrunched up your nose not being the biggest fan of alcohol making him laugh softly. 

Harry didn’t come back to you for the rest of the night, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt by the situation. Was it really that easy for him to forget about you? What if him and Nadine were to have an official relationship, would he just drop you? 

Your head full of negative thoughts you almost didn’t notice the lanky, curly haired boy standing infront of you with a confused expression on his face. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Obviously not hard enough.” You muttered, his eyebrows shooting up. “What’s going on with you?” “Nothing, I’m going now.” You didn’t give him a chance to reply before pushing past. “Oi, YN!” He yelled after you but you refused to stop, soon out in the fresh air and away from the loud music. 

“Yn stop!” Harry demanded from behind you, “Oi!” His hand wrapped around your wrist before spinning you around to face him. “What the hell is going on with you! Why were you ignoring me!”

“What you mean like you ignored me the entire night!” His eyebrows were scrunched together, a frown sitting on his lips. “I told you I had been looking for you!” “Yeah, how long was that after I left?!” “Jesus christ YN, I didn’t know I had to be stuck to your hip all night.”

“You’re right Harry but I need to go home, I have that exam to revise for.” You muttered softly before walking off, “YN I’m sorry for shouting, please tell me what’s going on? You were fine until Nadine came over.” He said softly, you took a deep breath before turning around. “I love you, Harry.” You shrugged casually, watching as his eyes widened. 

“Yep.” You whispered, you look down at your shoes before Harry walked closer, cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours. You clutched him tightly, kissing him back immediately and moments later when he pulled away, forehead rested on yours. “I love you too.”

Everything was perfect, and finally you were both together.

Things didn’t work out how either of you hoped, you spent the night together and you finally thought you had the man you always wanted. Then you woke up the next morning and Harry told you that your friendship was to precious to put at risk. 

You were heartbroken but you didn’t fight him on it, how could you? It’s what he wanted and then 3 weeks later Louis asked you on a date and two months later you’re finally happy. 

“Hello, harry?” You waved your hand infront of his face. “Uh, I need to go.” He muttered before walking away from you, and past a very confused Louis who was making his way towards his girlfriend. 

“What was that about?” Louis asked, resting his hand on your lower back. “I have no idea.” You replied softly, your eyes still following Harry’s moving figure. “Uh, Lou I should go speak to him.” I said looking up at him, he nodded. “Ofcourse.”

He pressed his lips to my forehead before watching me scurry off after my best friend, “Harry!” I called finally spotting the lanky figure who was rapidly making his way to the door. A moment later we were both outside the building and exposed to the cold hair. 

“Harry!” I snapped, my feet beginning to hurt in my heels. He stopped immediately familiar with the sass in my tone of our long term friendship, “It’s cold out here, go back inside.” He said quietly, you scoffed. “I’d rather freeze that leave you out here by yourself.”

He couldn’t help but smile at your words, “What’s wrong Harry? Talk to me.” You rested your hand on his shoulder, he tensed up at your touch making your heart fall. “Harry?” “I can’t tell you.” He whispered, “You can tell me anything.” 

“It’s Louis.” Your eyebrows furrowed, “Why what did Louis do?” You asked, a confused smile on your face. Harry let out a loud scream, you jumping back instantly. “God, why are you doing this YN!” “Doing what?”

“Why are you doing this YN! Why are you here with him, are you trying to hurt me, is that what this is?!” “Doing what?!” You yelled back, “Being with Louis!, are you trying to hurt me?!” “NO!” You cried out, “Then what is it!”

“I’m moving on Harry! No more waiting, no more hurting. If you wanted me you could of had me years ago, but you didn’t. You blew your chance!” The tears were now spilling from both of your eyes, “Yn.” He choked out. 

“No, just leave me alone Harry! We’re done!” You whimpered, before walking away. “YN!” Harry cried after you, but you didn’t stop as Harry’s world fell apart watching you leave.

Well this is what I’ve been telling you about!

Would you all like a part two of this?

Let me know, lots of love L x

[sunyoonandstars]

BTS scenario: Taehyung x You (Maor), Part 1  - He Is Sick & You Take Care Of Him (with a twist) ...

Note: This is a personal request and quite a fluffy piece, as well. 😁

A few days ago a lovely young blogger, @its-metafroyical, inquired if I do personal requests, as well. Never having done anything like it before, I gladly accepted the challenge and am quite glad I did.

Rarely have I been this inspired and the following scenario is amongst the longest I have written so far, even consisting of several parts / chapters. But, please, bear with me and read them all! It would make me very happy because I really feel like this is one of my best, most profound fluff pieces so far.

Also, I haven’t done many scenarios with Taehyung so far, so this proved to be a great opportunity for me to ‘get to know him’ a little better. I did a lot of research on his personality and stuff and discovered so many more and endearing sides to him. Also, the girl who requested this was so nice and sweet and I really had fun trying to put myself in their place / possible story and write up something nice for her. 😊

Also, I mostly wrote rather angsty scenarios so far and really enjoy doing them. However, since @its-metafroyical requested something fluffy, this one gave me a chance to delve further into the fluff genre and discover that it ain’t that bad. I just hope that I’m not bad at it, either.  😁

So, here we go! I hope y’all (especially you, Maor), enjoy it! 

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Scenario 

Taehyung is sick in bed and home alone and you, his long-term girlfriend, Maor, decide to stop by and comfort him ... The situation takes quite an unexpected, pleasant turn, though ... 

FLUFF 

2.655 words

This is Part 1 of a story consisting of 2 chapters. The second part you will find here, or on my Masterlist.

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A/N: Dear Maor, I hope you enjoy this and my ‘little’ scenario doesn't disappoint you! 😌 I found your personality very inspiring and could really imagine you and Tae as a couple. I ship you! 😉 Anyway, I changed your age a little, meaning the story is still set in the present, 2017/2018, but I made you about 3 years older so it would add up. You’re about 20 / 21 in it now, still younger than Tae, though, and are in your second year of university in Seoul. I really hope you don’t mind 🙏🏻🙃 

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PART 1

It’s a Monday night just like any other. For you at least, as long as exam season is in full swing. Still seated in the reading room of your university’s library, long after ten at night, you are buried in your books on electrical engineering, studying for your next important written test in Digital Systems, completely having lost all sense of time, when you feel your phone buzz beside you on the desk. After hastily finishing the last sentence you take your eyes off of the text you’ve been analyzing, a sigh of annoyance at the unwelcome disturbance escaping your lips as you instead focus on the message popping up on your phone’s display. The text is from Taehyung. Immediately, your upcoming exam is of secondary importance, you, after hours and hours of intense studying, having only now been reminded of the fact that your boyfriend is sick at home. Alone. And you know what that can do to him … Tae makes no secret of the fact that he’s not amongst the people who handle isolation and loneliness all too well. Quickly, you open the message and reply ... 

You try and focus on your studies again, however your concentration doesn't last long, your thoughts repeatedly wandering off and back to poor Tae, home alone ... After a while, your resolve finally breaks and you grab your phone again. 

Immediately, you pack up your things and set out for Tae’s dorm. On your way there, you stop by your favorite takeout restaurant and pick up a steaming bowl of Japchae with some beef bone stew and lean beef stripes, some of Tae’s favorites. You ask the owner to add some extra ginger to the soup, not too much though, just enough not to make it too spicy but to yet have a healing effect on Taehyung’s sore throat. All the while grinning to yourself, picturing the boxy smile spread across his beautiful face as he greets you in the doorway. To you, there’s nothing more precious than to give Tae the strength he needs and to take care of him, something you’re quite good at, having grown up with four younger siblings. You’d always known, or at least hoped, some day that experience would come in handy …

As soon as he sees you standing before him, you can watch Taehyung’s face brighten, his eyes instantly gleaming with new life and his unusually pale cheeks slightly blushing, turning a light, rosy pink which makes him appear almost healthy. However, you can clearly make out in how far sickness and solitude have taken a toll on him … „Yah, Maor-ah, you have no idea how happy I am to see you!“, Taehyung exclaims in his full baritone voice, leaning down to pull you into a tight hug, his face buried in the long, brown waves falling down your back. „Have you been home alone all day?“, you ask cautiously, following him inside the empty dorm and towards the kitchen. Tae merely nods, hesitantly looking back over his shoulder, his face staying concealed behind a curtain of his soft, caramel colored hair as if he intends to hide his expression from you. Not a good sign. Suddenly, he reaches back now, taking your hand into his, intertwining your fingers, an enigmatic smile stretching his curved lips, not reaching his eyes this time. „How are you doing, Tae? In general, I mean?“, you continue to inquire, setting down the food in the kitchen, having trouble getting out bowls and cutlery since he doesn’t seem willing to let go of your hand. „Oh, you know“, he shrugs. „My head and eyes are still a little achy, but the cough is almost gone. My throat is better already, too. Management really just wanted me to rest a couple more days  to be sure I’m in top shape again before I go back to my usual routine and don’t unnecessarily strain my health, making it worse. They’re a little more careful ever since that incident in Kobe two years back. You remember?“ A shiver runs down your spine caused by the mere mention of that day, leading you to relive the most horrible hours of your life so far, even if it’s just for a brief few seconds. To remember Jimin calling you, his voice shaky, telling you how Yoongi and Tae had been taken to a hospital in Japan because he’d almost fainted on stage while practicing. Even though it ruined out he had ‘merely’ overworked himself while eating too little, the few hours waiting for the results of his examination had been hell on earth for you. Taehyung notices your hand shaking at the mere reference to that horrible day, immediately tightening his grip on it. „It’s alright, Maor. I’m sorry I brought that day up. I know it was hell for you. But this time it’s really just a head cold and I’m almost back to my usual self again. Especially now that you’re around.“ He gives you a reassuring smile, followed by a kiss on the cheek and a long, intimate back hug, pressing his body against yours, his chin resting on your head, his warmth and scent enveloping you. Slowly, he starts swaying the both of you back and forth in the middle of the kitchen. Your eyes close almost automatically and you lean back into Taehyung’s chest, feeling him breathe against your back, his heartbeat against yours, simply enjoying the security and comfort only his embrace can give you. After a few minutes, though, you decide to break the hug and turn around in Taehyung’s arms to face him, getting up on your tip toes so you’re on eye level, your arms around his neck now. „And you’re really okay, Tae?“, you ask, expression serious, brows furrowed in genuine worry which he surely must recognize. However, he just looks you deep in the eye, a cryptical grin on his lips. „Mentally and emotionally I mean?“, you continue. „Now that you’re not alone anymore? I know you can’t stand being by yourself all day long. You start thinking too much, too deep, too dark, and you sounded kind of … down before. You really should've texted me earlier, Tae, or even called. I could’ve studied here just as well, you know, to keep you company!?“ He pouts, pursing his well formed lips, the fuller, upper one entirely disappearing. A sight so adorable and endearing you can barely keep yourself from kissing him, only able to do so by reminding yourself of the ‚kissing ban‘ Tae had imposed the second he noticed the first signs of a cold on him, not wanting to infect you. „I didn’t wanna keep you from your work, Maor-ah. I know how important that exam is to you. You wouldn't have been able to concentrate around here, feeling obligated to take care of me. I couldn’t stand the thought of burdening you. I am a grown man after all, I can be by myself for a few hours.“ „Tae, you don’t actually believe that, do you?“ He questioningly raises a sharp eyebrow at you. „That you could ever be a burden to me?“ You can see something dark glaze over his deep brown eyes. „Honestly, I don’t know, Maor“, he finally admits, avoiding your gaze. „Sometimes it feels like that to me. With you always having to go by my demanding schedules and all …“ „Oh, Tae. I knew it would be like that when we got together. Sure, it’s not exactly ideal. But I thought we agreed that this, the two of us, is the real thing? That all these hardships and effort pay off in the long run? And even just five minutes together like this are still worth weeks of scheduling if necessary, at least to me. Isn't it the same for you?“ „Of course, it is!“, Taehyung energetically assures you without even letting you finish your last question, eyes wide and alight with sudden fervor. „Maor, you know how much I enjoy every single second with you. And how much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.“ Taehyung locks his gaze with yours, taking your hands into his again, stepping back to keep you at arm’s length, a radiant, boxy smile stretching across his beautiful features, his deep, dark eyes gleaming. „Hold on! Wait a second, Maor!“, he abruptly calls out, his voice overflowing with urgency and excitement. „I have something for you! Stay right here and don’t move an inch!“ „Alright, alright!“, you gasp, unable to hold back a laugh at the sight of Tae jumping up and down in place like a hyperactive five-year-old, fingers still interlaced with yours. He nods at you one last time once he has calmed himself down a little, his stare intense, nonverbally imploring you to be obedient, before he finally lets go of your hands and turns around to leave you in the kitchen, running upstairs to his room, his step lively. Barely a minute later he returns, slightly out of breath, face flushed, glowing. „Give me your hand, Maor“, Taehyung demands next, his tone soft yet strangely tense. You do as he asked and extend your arm, clueless as to what his intentions might be, trying to hide your tension behind a shy smile. He encircles your wrist with the long, delicate fingers of his one free hand, the other one hidden behind his back. „And now close your eyes, Maor. Trust me.“ „I do, Tae“, you reply truthfully and without hesitation, once more doing as you’re told, anticipation building up in your chest, leading your racing heart to pound heavily against your rib cage. You flinch involuntarily as you feel something cold against the sensitive skin of your wrist, but Tae doesn’t let go of your arm. Until he’s done. „You can open them again“, he softly whispers into the heavy quiet having descended upon the kitchen.   Your lids flutter open and after shortly meeting Tae’s expectant eyes, you look down at your wrist where a brand new piece of shiny, silvery jewelry sparkles, catching the glow of the warm ceiling light. It’s a filigree bracelet, consisting of a thin plaque which has both your initials, T & M, engraved in it, on either side transitioning into a delicate chain. „It’s beautiful!“, you exclaim, your voice choked. Teary eyed you look up to find Taehyung’s gaze again, his expression showing a wide range of affection and contentment. „I’m really glad you like it, Maor-ah. I’ve got one, too.“ He holds up his arm to show you. His bracelet looks almost exactly the same, just slightly bigger, chunkier, more fitting for his masculine stature. „They’re matching, you know. Couple’s bracelets.“ You can’t withhold a little giggle. „I figured, Tae. And I love them.“ „Do you have any idea what they’re made of, Maor? The plates?“, Tae asks, his visage beaming with anticipation. „Silver?“, you guess, shrugging your shoulders cluelessly. Tae shakes his head, hair flying, impatiently biting his lower lip. „Do you remember those titanium plates that were used to stabilize your broken elbow two years back? When they took them out, the doctor asked if you wanted to keep them and you thought it was grosse.“ Your eyes widening in suspicion, you nod. „Well, I decided to take them anyway. As kind of a memento, since that accident was what initially brought us together. And I knew the instant I caught you in my arms that day that I would never want to let you go again. You, Maor, are my first love and these tiny pieces of metal symbolize the instant I realized that. I had our bracelets custom made from those very plates.“ He pauses, his eyes never once leaving yours. „Do you still consider them grosse?“ „No“, you whisper voicelessly, a first tear finding its way across your burning cheek. „Good“, Taehyung responds, chuckling softly, using one of his thumbs to brush away your tear, his touch and deep, full voice sending warm shivers down your back. „And I meant what I said, Maor. I don't want to ever let you go again. I wish you would stay by my side till the very end, for us to grow old and gray together and share countless adventures along the way. To be silly together until the day we die.“

“Yah, Kim Taehyung, was that just a proposal!?”, you joke, not expecting a serious response. However, to your surprise, Taehyung solemnly nods. One hand wandering to your mouth, you take a deep breath, holding it in unintentionally. „See these bracelets as a promise, Maor. A promise I intend to keep, however long it may take. I am a man of my word.“ Paralyzed, breathless, you simply stare up at him. With your mind blank and frantically trying to generate a reply, you are forced to watch a shadow of doubt slowly creeping across Taehyung’s fair features. „What is it, Maor?“, he inquires, insecurity now glazing his words. „Was this too much? Too sudden? Too early? I know, this wasn’t exactly the perfect moment. Timing has never been my strong suite. I originally intended to give the bracelet to you on the day of our next anniversary, but —“ Gently, you put a finger to his soft mouth, successfully silencing him. „Don’t worry, Tae, this was perfect. Everything about it. And I’ll gladly take you up on that promise any time.“ Smiling in relief and boundless gratitude, Taehyung leans down, brushing your forehead with his lips, the sensation lingering even long after they’ve left your skin. „I love you, Maor-ah, more than anything, and I always will. I’m sure of it.“ „I know, Taehyung. I love you, too.“ Now, you can’t restrain yourself any longer, stretching up to place a soft kiss on his lips which he lovingly reciprocates, only to suddenly pull back, wide-eyed in horror. „No, Maor, the germs! You can’t afford to get sick right before your exams!“ „I won’t, don’t worry“, you dismiss his concerns. „And even if I do catch your cold, it still wouldn’t regret it. I don’t regret a single thing leading up to this moment and our future together. Not even breaking my damn elbow back then.“ You can feel Taehyung’s chest vibrate against yours as he softly laughs into your hair, his arms around your shoulders and his chin resting on your head. „Alright, Maor-ah, let’s go and eat now“, he sighs after a while, reluctantly disengaging from the hug. „Would be a pity to let the delicious food you brought get completely cold.“ Humming in agreement, you take the hand Tae has invitingly extended towards you, grab the food and follow him to the living room where a classic cartoon is running on mute, hectic figures silently racing across the wide flat-screen TV. While you head back to the kitchen to get the bowls and set the table, Tae puts on the anime you both agreed on, the two of you comfortably settling on the sofa side by side. The well-known intro of The Girl Who Leapt Through Time playing in the background, you dive into the delicious Japchae. „Wow, this is so good, Maor-ah! It’s from that place we love, right?“ You nod, smiling, mouth stuffed with delicious noodles and tender meat. „You’re too good to me, you know that, right?“ Tae gives you a quick peck on the cheek before focusing on his beloved anime again. After having finished your meal, the two of you cuddle up on the couch, sharing a blanket, buried in pillows, your heads resting against each other. Now and then Tae makes goofy jokes that lead you to break out into giggle fits, or you comment the plot. However, little by little your voices grow softer, your speech gradually slurring, your remarks becoming more and more infrequent, until both of you fall completely silent and sleep finally gets the better of you.   When the other members arrive home later that night they find you and Taehyung fast asleep, leaning against each other, the hands on which you wear your bracelets still tightly interlocked. „They look like they’re meant for each other, right?“, Hoseok notes, a touched smile brightening his tired features as the group quietly sneaks past the sofa, careful not to wake you. „Yes, they really do …“, Jimin whispers in response, eyes glistening in the dark as he  turns off the television, leaving you and Taehyung to sleep side by side in peace and quiet ....

END OF PART 1

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Part 2 Chapter 1 is up already! I hope you enjoyed it so far, especially you, Maor, and that you manage to see yourself in this story 😊 I, for my part, had much fun writing it. Thanks for reading!!

[gilbirda]

Human courting is confusing. Chapter 13

The gods have smiled upon me today, so I have the new chapter. A bit slow, but I wanted to explain these thing before going on.

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Day 13: Eating icecream

“So,” she said as she sat down, taking the menu from the cute cafeteria where they decided to come today. It was really hot and sunny, and a nice ice-cream sounded just perfect to cool her tired body. Last night she couldn’t get too much sleep (she cursed the demon the whole day for this) and today was the only calm day before the exam week began on monday, “let’s talk.”

“Yeah,” he said with a smirk. Neuro was having the time of his life. After a very interesting night he has grasped the perfect way to kiss Yako and bring out those delicious sounds from her. They had practiced until she reminded him that today she had classes to go to. He let her go, but with the promise to get more of that today. He wasn’t satisfied yet. “Let’s.”

A waitress approached them with a big smile on her face and a news article for the detective to sign. While Yako wrote a small message for the kind girl, said girl looked at the demon with hungry eyes, checking him out from head to toes, fascinated with the foreign looking man in front of her. He was used to this kind of reactions as he was aware of the human standards of beauty and that this form was considered “attractive” in the World Above. Yako doesn’t look at him like that. Hm… Interesting.

“Have you decided you order?” the waitress said, looking at Neuro while pocketing her autograph. Yako frowned slightly, detecting the predatory feeling on the woman. For a moment she wanted to feel pity for her, as Neuro wasn’t exactly the kind and cute image of her “assistant”.

“Yes, I want the Mega chocolate milkshake with three ice cream scoops on top,” she said with a forced smile. The waitress turned to her and wrote the order very slowly, a scowl on her face. Nope, not feeling pity for her.

“And for the handsome gentleman?” the girl said turning back to Neuro, who was smiling the whole time.

“I’ll pass,” he said with a sweet voice. Yako was going to puke. That voice always upsets her stomach.

“If you need anything else,” the nameless waitress looked directly at Neuro, hinting that her services went past this café, “you can call me.” And left with an extra sway on her hips. Neuro watched her leave with the same sweet smile on, not seeing the frown on his slave’s face.

“You can’t really be interested in that, are you?” she asked, disgusted.

“Her brain holds no interest in me, worm, as it was quite obvious what her intentions and reasoning are. However,” the demon smiled, showing a few of his pointed teeth, “your reaction does. Jealous?” She snorted.

“As if!” Yako laughed softly. “But don’t get distracted. We have to talk. And I have questions.”

“Then ask,” Neuro gently placed his hands on top of the table purposely looking harmless, fooling everyone else on the place except Yako. He has mocking her, she knew, but al least he seemed open to discussion.

“Alright. First question,” she thought about it for a moment, trying to decide what knowledge was most important right now. She had made a list in her head the whole day, prepared to come out of this conversation sure of her decision, “is it dangerous? For a human. Getting… erm, involved with a demon.”

“Do you mean physically involved?” he smiled and Yako shivered a little.

“No, I mean, with this demon-ish dating thing-”

“Courting,” he corrected calmly.

“Yeah, courting. Well, I’m kinda worried for my wellbeing, you know? Everything with you is pretty extra and by the things you’ve told about the demon world…Is it dangerous for a human? Has it ever happened before?” he thought about her question for a few seconds, still smiling.

“It’s not unheard of a mating between a human and a demon. Of the cases I know about, the human survived the courting.” Used to his careful use of words, she caught the trick.

“And the mating?” she whispered, fear flooding on her body. She was aware of the meaning of the word “mating” and right now she was sure she wasn’t ready to talk about it in deep; but still she wanted to know if she was doomed to die or not.

“It depends.”

“On what,” Yako was growing tired already. The demon was avoiding her questions!

“On how powerful is the demon,” he said and the young woman could only imagine what he meant by that. Was it some kind of violent process? Did it entail blood and pointy objects? Sacrifices to Satan?

“Just for the sake of argument, how powerful was the demon that tried to mate to a human woman?” Yako asked in a strained voice, already feeling her body go numb.

“Less powerful than me, if that’s what you want to know,” he smiled and leaned a bit over the table, enough to let her hear his low whisper, “And the human was a cowardly male wimp. Do you think that demons only rapture young woman from Earth? How sexist is that, Yako?” he laughed a bit at her expense, sitting back on his chair. She was too shocked by the new information to even register his comment or the approaching nosy waitress with her snack.

“Here is your order,” the woman placed an enormous glass full of sweet goodies in front of the blonde detective. “Have you made your mind, mister?” she asked while putting a stray lock of hair behind her ear in what she considered a flirty move. Neuro smiled.

“Actually, yes. Could you bring me a coffee?” the woman was pleased to have something to bring to the gorgeous man and went hastily to the kitchen to fix him his coffee. Yako looked at him in shock. “When she tries to make the coffee, the machine is going to explode. She is going to be blamed, as it’s not the first time she breaks something, and will get fired,” he answered her silent question.

“I see,” Yako nodded as they heard a distant ‘boom’ in the shop. How Neuro knew so much about the woman, she could only guess, but still was pleased by the gesture. She was really annoyed with the flirting. With a sigh, she picked up the little spoon and caught a bit of the ice cream. It was delicious, of course. She had chosen this place for the milkshake with ice cream after all.

“Any more stupid questions?” Neuro fixed his emerald eyes on her, waiting for whatever she wanted to know. He had agreed to this because she was too determined in forming conditions for the courting (absurd) and despite considering torturing her into submission, he knew that if she really didn’t want to accept him, she could find a way not to. She was smart and had the spirit to challenge him. That’s why he had chosen her.

“They are not stupid if my life is in gamble,” she reminded him, savoring the new spoonful. He waited for a while, expecting the question. “Ok, hm… what do I have to do to stay on the realm of the living?”

“Be yourself,” he said without hesitating. She glared at him. “No, it’s true. You have to be strong enough to stand my powerful self,” he gave her a big smile, totally fake, when she snorted again with such a comment, “and I don’t think that my chosen partner is not capable of passing the test.”

“What test?” Yako tried not to blush with his sort-of compliment. Neuro took a deep breath and looked out of the window.

“When a demon chooses a mate-to-be, they initiate the courting process. Each demon has it’s own process. If the other demon accepts, they mark each other as a warning sign to other demons, to show who they belong to, as with the marking process they merge they energies.” Okay, that sounded cute in a creepy way, Yako was thinking. It was like those vampire romance novel she read from time to time. But wait, ‘each demon has its own courting process’? What was his and why hadn’t she saw any of that? “The marking fades after a Hell’s cycle if the mates-to-be don’t reinforce it before.”

“And how do you do that?”

“The marking? Or the reinforcement?”

“Both, please,” Yako gulped, at the edge of her seat with curiosity.

“The marking is a bite on a visible place, embedded with the demon energy. Some of them glow in the dark, it depends on how much energy the biter has,” something told her that his mark would be pretty shiny. “The final ritual is a public oath to belong to each other for eternity before a demon of higher power, and then the weaving of souls and the actual mating.” Yako blushed looking down at her ice cream, which was starting to melt, and ate a big spoonful. She couldn’t wrap her mind around the concept of being intimate with the demon. It was just too much!

“I see…” her head was starting to pound with the new information. What was she getting into? “And how does it change with me being human? I can’t go to Hell and we aren’t even sure I can survive the process.”

“You will survive. I am sure of it,” the fire in his eyes was overwhelming in a good way, almost calming, as she could see the trust he had on her. “And I had already thought of that. If I can find a way to get a book from Hell, it will have plenty of spells that could be useful; like, for example, opening a stable gate between worlds or making you capable of going down without dying.”

She ate in silence for a few moments, both lost on their own thoughts and the conversation they were having, wolfing down half of the milkshake. It was really delicious and despite the seriousness of the situation she let herself enjoy the heavenly taste while thinking of the weird demon mating process he had described. It sounded really romantic in a demonic way, but as she was now used to these kind of things it was easier to see it in the bright way. It was cute, promising your life to someone you love....

Suddenly, she dropped the spoon and gasped, looking straight at Neuro with tears forming in her eyes.

“But, Neuro, there’s something we haven’t discussed.” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m human.”

He raised the other one, considering for a moment if his partner was sane or not. Or if she was devolving into a monkey of the stupid kind. “I was aware of it. What’s the problem?”

“I’m going to die at some point. There’s no “forever” with me. You mentioned a ‘weaving of souls’ meaning that if I die you’d-”

Neuro pushed her head down to the remaining milkshake with ice cream in a swift movement that no other customer saw, and kept her down for the few seconds it took to calm himself enough to tone down the demonic shine of his eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her out, ignoring the whines of protest.

“You are not allowed to die, worm,” he whispered to Yako, who was choking out the ice cream. “You are more stupid that I thought for suggesting such a thing.”

As she tried to clean the ruined milkshake from her face and hair, she noticed the tense pose of the demon in front of her. He was sure of their success, but the reality was that she was going to die, be it by some demon mating ritual or by nature itself. She had left what? Four or five decades and then she was gone from this world. If he couldn’t find any spell to stop her from aging this mating thing wasn’t worth, at least for him.

And the realisation of that he already knew all of this before telling her of the idea left a bittersweet feeling on her heart.

[kocshei]

‘Ello, studyblr! Maths (or Math, whatever) can be quite / extremely / obscenely frustrating at times and very simple at others and it’s sort of hard to find a bridge between that. You can’t exactly cram for it either or study in under a week for finals so after flunking my first term epicly, I came up with a strategy of sorts and now my grade’s an A+ (yay!!). Anyway, thought I’d share ‘cause this shit could have saved me a lot of tears.

01. Consistency is key. Again, maths isn’t something you learn overnight, no matter how good you are at it because even if you know your formulae really well, it’s how you apply it that matters - the same formula applied to the same numbers can give you two pages worth of calculations or half a page, and you have to know how to solve your problems most efficiently. And the more you practice, the more natural it will be for you and the less floundering and panicking.

Do your classwork everyday. As in: do it again at home, because though a certain type of problem might seem easy in class when the concepts are fresh as milk (?) in your head, you tend to forget over the course of the year. Obviously do your homework too, especially if it counts for part of your final grade. 10% may not seem like much but it could push your marks into the next letter grade.

Once you finish a chapter or a unit, try all the exercises in your textbook or workbook, as well as solved examples. Your teacher may skip some questions in your textbook that’ll be on the paper. 

Cheap study guides usually have a vast amount of sums you can try, and if you’re hell-bent on getting really good grades or a full grade, buying/downloading one of those probably helps. They also mention questions that appear frequently in your paper.

Either make or find practice tests online and do them without your textbook/notes open. This’ll give you some idea of your strengths and weaknesses.

At the end of each month, revise the topics that you’ve covered and do some questions so you don’t forget what you’ve learnt.

02. Find out how you’re graded. Make a list of everything that’s considered for your grade and see how you can score the most marks.

If it’s based on assignments and projects spread out through the year, make sure you do them and try and submit them early if you can. Try getting a rubric from your teacher and try to do well on all the aspects. Most projects have points for neatness or presentation so slacking on those may not be a good idea.

For exams, most question papers come with an answer key or a marking plan that sort of allots points to things you have to mention. For example, a three mark question might have one mark for the formula, one mark for the calculations, and one mark for the final answer. Familiarising yourself with them will probably increase your score.

03. A month or two before finals (or midterms, you get it): 

Try doing a few sums in each chapter, then get a past paper and try writing it. Give yourself a half-hour or so more than the time you’re actually allotted. Get the corresponding marking scheme and either correct it yourself or ask a friend/sibling/parent to do it for you, or a teacher, if one is willing. Try to give yourself the least marks possible so you know where you stand in the worst case possible. 

List out your topics on the basis of your ability in them - from worst to best, and start solving problems everyday for at least an hour, and increase your time everyday.

When you’re thorough with everything, solve past papers the way you’d do your actual test - set a timer, isolate yourself from your notes and texts, and solve the paper. Your scores in these should hopefully be higher than the one you did in the beginning. If you can, try bullying a bunch of friends into solving the same paper, separately, in an empty classroom, so you feel like you’re writing the actual exam.

Identify questions that’ll be on the paper for sure, or questions you find hard in general, as well as geometrical proofs, etcetera, and write them out neatly on separate sheets of paper. Don’t do diagrams or colour-code extensively - just try writing the question in black and the answer in blue or vice versa. Make sure your handwriting is kinda big and legible, and put the sheets in a project file or just staple them together.

04. Planning!!

Come up with a plan for how you’ll write your exam. My tests are always divided into four sections where the first has 4 questions for one mark each, and the second 6 questions for two marks, third 11 questions for three marks each, and the fourth 10 questions for 4 marks. If you do the math (lmao), you’ll see that the last section has the most weightage, and so that’s the one I do first.

We’re allowed to do the sections in any order, and a friend of mine went in the order it was printed - so 1 marks, 2 marks, etc, and she was seriously short of time and couldn’t do the last four questions. She lost 16 marks on a 90-mark paper which is nearly 20% - just because four questions. Find out if you have to do the paper in the same order or not, and if not, try doing it in descending order of weightage so you don’t lose as much marks.

Divide your time. I get three hours for writing, and 10-15 minutes for reading the paper so I mark questions I don’t know the answer to at all, and do those in the end. I take one hour for the 4m questions, 45 minutes for the 3m questions, a half hour for the 2m questions, and 15 minutes for the 1m questions which leaves me with another half hour wherein I try the questions I don’t the answer to and check my answers again. 

05. A week before doomsday:

Do papers everyday and try to improve on your weaker areas. If my exam’s on a Wednesday, I do a paper each day starting the previous Wednesday - meaning one each on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. 

On Saturday I’d take a little breather and either focus on other subjects or just flip through my textbook and see if I’ve missed anything because paranoia and anxiety ahahaha. I’d do a paper again on Sunday and Monday, and take it chill on Tuesday, and hope to do well on the exam.

06. The day before your exam:

Wake up late. Like super late. Put your textbook, cheatsheets, notes, etc. in your backpack + a pencil pouch with at least three pens and whatever else you need. Don’t forget your geometry kit if you need it/calculator if you’re allowed one. Then put your bag in the back of your room and don’t think about it.

Get breakfast, listen to some music, watch tv, idk. Just don’t go to like a party or something.

Try getting an early dinner - if you eat at 9, try 7. After dinner, go over your notes once again. If you’ve got a certain type of problem that you always mess up, try it one last time and go to bed early. Set like a thousand alarms, and wake up an hour before you usually do on a school day.

07. The day of your exam:

Take a shower. Studies have probably proven some correlation between showers and smart people. I don’t know. But seriously, do it. Then get dressed comfortably. Grab a hoodie or a sweater just in case.

Breakfast! Don’t eat just a bowl of cereal - get something filling, but don’t overdo it either. 

Grab your bag from wherever you put it. You should now have an hour or so until you leave for your exam centre.

I’m always groggy, confused, and dysfunctional before 10 in the morning, and I find that it is always hard for me to get into the flow (?) of writing and I start off too slow and I end up wasting time. Hence the questions I do in the first and last half-hours always tend to be wrong. Use the extra time you have in the morning to calmly go over important points and just do a few simple questions so you get used to the, erm, mathing.

Stay calm.

08. The exam !!:

Don’t panic. Have a bottle of water on hand. Make sure you have everything you need with you.

Do the questions you know the answer to first - in order of most weightage to least.

For geometry and trigonometry, diagrams sometimes have points, so draw those.

Don’t be in a hurry or be too relaxed. Try and finish the paper with a half hour or fifteen minutes to spare so you can check your answers again.

I’m not sure if everyone else does this, but for proof/geometry questions, I write ‘given’ as a sub-heading and list out everything that’s been given in the question (AB=7cm, PQ and QR are equal chords, etc.) and under ‘to prove’ what I’m expected to prove. It helps me sort stuff out and they also carry a half-mark each. If you have anything similar to write, don’t forget to.

Even if you don’t know how to solve a question, still give it a try. If you’re headed in the right direction, you’ll probably get some points for it.

Check your answers. Seriously. Do it like thrice.

Hope that helped! Good luck xx

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I’ve had a difficult history with doctors.  A few here and there that seemed to at least care about what I was dealing with, but for the most part, I’ve been shuttled around, disbelieved and disrespected.  I’ve been treated like an idiot and an oddity because of my weight.  I’ve been ignored and disregarded. While my oncologist and her staff are all amazing, and I *like* my existing PCP (her staff is NOT amazing), most of the doctors I’ve dealt with in my adult years have been super inadequate... to put it nicely. Particularly my neurologist who flat out lied about having ideas about how to try and find something to help with my pain.

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Most recently, the nurse in my PCP’s office created a bunch of roadblocks for me when I tried to get my metformin re-upped.  Difficult enough that I gave up trying to get it and have been without it since June of last year.

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So, after hearing rave review about this doctor in Plano both from a friend and then from online reviews, I called to make an appointment.  I called on a Thursday, there’s was an appointment open the very next Monday (yesterday).  And I have to take the time to talk about that appointment.  I have a lot of trouble getting around these days.  My pain is constant and if anything, getting worse as time goes on.  Getting around the UTSW hospital system can be exhausting and difficult and stressful.  Getting to my PCP’s office there is a nightmare for me.  It wipes me out for like 2 days.

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Getting in and out of Dr. Duhaney’s (my NEW PCP) is a breeze.  Parking is good, the elevator is right inside the door and his office is down the very first hallway on the 2nd floor.  It’s easy to get in and out and around.  The staff was kind and genuine and caring. It’s a very small waiting room, but comfortable and calm.  At no time was my weight a discussion.  Aside from getting on the scale to begin with (and being shocked to find I’m back down to my post-chemo weight... holy shit) it simply was not an issue.  At all.

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And when the blood pressure cuff came out I started my usual disclaimer- “it’s gonna be super high.  I’m really anxious, I live in constant pain, and I have doctor anxiety too. When I test it at home, when I’m calm and comfortable, I am almost always normal or high-normal.”  The nurse waved a hand dismissively, “Oh, I always figure it’s gonna be high when I take it here.  People get nervous.”

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It’s the least judged I’ve EVER felt when having my blood pressure taken.  It was amazing.  (spoiler alert, it WAS high, but I’ve had higher!)  I gave him the chart I’d created at home (I basically laid out my major medical issues past and present, my meds, my surgeries/procedures and some notes on specific events).  His eyes got wide, he grinned and asked to make a copy.  He (and Dr. Duhaney LOVED it.)  

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Dr. Duhaney was absolutely a phenomenal physician.  In a way that was almost... dreamlike.  You know when you’re a little kid and you get this idea that doctors are amazing, kind, caring people... who just want to genuinely help people?  Dr. Duhaney IS that doctor.  He’s a modern day Marcus Welby.  He listened attentively as I discussed and explained aspects of my medical history and timeline.  He asked questions that proved he’d been paying attention, asked questions that MATTERED.  He believed me, and treated me with an immense amount of respect.

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He listened and paid attention to me when I talked about medications I’d been on.  And when we’d kind of exhausted the medical history portion he asked, “What specifically brings you here today?”

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I said my visit was essentially 3 fold (aside from just needing a new PCP).  

-I fucked up my wrist -I want back on my metformin -I want to talk about options for my pain

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By the time the appointment was over he’d had blood drawn and requested a urine sample.  I had scrips for my metformin (YES!), Naproxin for my wrist, and tramadol to help me sleep through pain flares.  I had an order for an xray of my wrist (did that today), and a follow up appointment scheduled in one month.

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I should get a call about the labs before the end of the week, probably the wrist too.  

And for me, one of the most important takeaways was that when I brought up my pain he looked back at my little chart and listed off all the many meds I’ve tried through other physicians to treat my pain- to no avail.  And while we’re saving the full discussion for my follow up visit in February- he too seemed willing to discuss possibly shifting from anti-neuropathic meds to actual narcotic pain medications.  Something I’ve been denied either approval or access (or both) to for far too long at this stage.  Not only CAN he prescribe them, but he is willing to look into it.  To really finally help me find something that will actually HELP my pain in a way that is meaningful.

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At no point did I feel rushed or hurried.  He spent almost an hour with me (on a 30min appointment to be honest).  And unlike seeing my PCP at UTSW, I didn’t feel like whoever was in the next exam room was getting an earful of my medical history.  And throughout it all, it was clear that he really genuinely CARED and wants to help me tackle my health issues in a way that will be most meaningful and have the greatest positive impact on my day to day life.

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I walked away sort of in a daze to be honest.  It should be noted that he treats his staff with tremendous regard as well.  At one point (I have TERRIBLE veins, Thanks chemo) a 3rd nurse had come in to try and find a line for blood and he kind of chuckled and said, “I’m going to duck out and let him do his thing, there’s always more pressure when the boss is in the room and he can definitely do this without me looking over his shoulder.”  But it was said in a way that really sounded... so respectful and trusting of the nurse’s skill and ability,  It wasn’t “oh ho ho I’m a scary boss,” it was just... this acknowledgment that sometimes the best way to do what you do- is not to be watched while you do it.

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It was just overall a really remarkable experience.  And then I went to the desk to collect my license and my medicare card.  I said, “and I probably owe you money too..”

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The nurse smiled and handed back my ids and said, “Nope.  We send it all to medicare and they pay us.”

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I won’t lie... I... teared up.  For someone as poor as I am, who struggles as much as I do financially (even WITH help), that was... just incredible.  I walked out to the hall and then tears did spill over.  I almost cried again today when I walked out of the xray... again... with no money due.  Even at a location that was covered by my old insurance, my copay could have sunk me for that xray.  Hell, depending on if my doc. was covered or not, the copay for THAT could have sunk me.

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But thanks to my medicare because I’m on disability... I can still pay my phone bill this month.  Something that, 3 days ago, I wasn’t sure would be the case.

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So now I have a new Primary Care Doctor.  One I can actually get an appointment with.  One who wants and has the actual POWER to help me.  And for the first time in literally YEARS, I am daring to feel hopeful again.  Daring to think maybe, even if he can’t... fix it... I might at least be able to sleep again, or even... spend time with loved ones, have the energy to get back to designing and creating and crafting.

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Because I finally have a doctor who actually genuinely cares.  And has the power to do something about it.

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Discourse of Friday, 04 May 2018

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