#I still have to write 2 and a half essays due tomorrow at midnight I DON"T want to be dealing with fucking semantics right now

[brainrot-yumm]

currently completely livid that this fucking art piece isn’t done yet. It’s due by noon tomorrow and I still need to color in the entire fucking background. I’ve been working on this for literally over 20 hours and there’s still a full candle uncolored. I want to die.

#Charcoal in general is really fun to use but when you spend 7+ hours on the lineart you start to really get over it #This is a traditional #FUCK #FUCK ME I HATE EVERYTHING #I WAS SUPPOSED TO USE GRAPHITE NOT CHARCOAL FUCKING GOD #I JUST LOOKED JUST NOW AFTER 20+ HOURS OF THIS STUPID PIECE #This teacher better give me extra points for charcoal cause I'm Not turning this in finished jebus christ #I still have to write 2 and a half essays due tomorrow at midnight I DON"T want to be dealing with fucking semantics right now

[cloverrover]

Addicted

Note that this is quite literally my life. Like literally I had legit done this at work and had myself a full ass meltdown from that, amongst other things combined. Anyways, to the few followers I do have, enjoy some ShangChi cuz homie needs more and I could make a whole ass series for my man.

I may also be slightly drunk while writing this lol so definitely not beta'd

also because they wanted to be tagged (@wint3r-h3art) , enjoy the first Shangqi story/ go read their stories too!

Shangqi X reader

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To say you were stressed was an understatement. Between starting a new job, getting your WSET certification, grad school starting, and trying to workout, your feet definitely were not your biggest fans at the moment.

Headphones in and crouched on the bed with your headband and glasses on, you hadn’t even heard Shaun come in. You were too busy focusing on cranking out a 1500 word essay that you had completely forgotten was due. All you had done after closing at work, and after spilling an entire beer on a customer and their phone, was take a shower, do your hair routine, and put it up in a gator mask you found that holds hair pretty well. You always thought you looked like a 12 year old boy, to which Shaun just laughs and says that you’d make a ‘very pretty boy’.

Mumbling to yourself really, you didn’t even notice the bed shift much less feel him there until a pair of arms were wrapping themselves around you.

“You know you can take a break right?” Quiet words whispered to you since it was 3am.

“Yeah but I completely forgot about this and it’s due tomorrow and since I’m closing again, I don’t know if I’ll have time to get it all done before midnight.”

Rushing out the words so you don’t lose your train of thought, you don’t even notice the look he gives you. You had texted him the moment you lost it at work. A bar is bad enough on some nights, but it gets even worse when your short staffed, changing things on the menu, and still being relatively new, since you started 2 months ago. So the second that glass just tipped right on over, the rest of your shift was a shit show. Not to mention how you felt when you realized you had to bullshit a damn paper too. Pounding down a shift drink and 30 minutes later you were home, showered, and typing like a madwoman.

“Babe.”

“Hmm.”

“Babe take a break.”

“Hmm.”

“Ok that’s it.” Not that you had even heard that, you were only 250 words away from your goal and in the zone.

The laptop shuts before you know it, tossed, lightly Shaun would later claim, to the foot of the bed.

“Bro what the fu-”

“You need to relax and chill. Besides I saw the word count, you can come back to it tomorrow. Tonight? You snuggle and sleep.”

Leaving no room for even the thought of an argument, you cuddle up closer to him, taking your glasses off and setting them aside.

“It is absolutely unfair how hot you run. Like a goddamn furnace.”

“What’s unfair is how hard you’ve been to yourself to the last 2 weeks.” You don’t have words for a response so you snuggle in closer to him, nuzzling your head into his neck. Breathing him in, you already feel more relaxed then you’d been since he first left to do whatever it was Ta Lo. It took him about 3 weeks to feel comfortable enough to tell what had happened. And while you were shocked, in the same breath you weren’t.

If a purple, saggy nut sack can erase half the population with a snap, your boyfriend can take 2 weeks to deal with a dimensional wormhole AND his father.

“Thank you dealing with all of this I know it’s not even remotely the same level of stress as it’s been for you.”

“Stress is still stress babe. We all have ways of coping; yours happens to be not eating,” insert an annoyed pointed stare, “while mine is flowing through the motions.

“But please maybe next time don’t want until it’s too much? It’s a lot to ask given that I don’t even really do that, but it’s a start.”

Mulling it over, you tilt your head up, looking from the way his face looks with just the lamp light on. Eyes still soft and brown like chocolate, look at you with a level of adoration that had originally scared you. But 3 years later you were less scared and more assured.

“Still,” poking his chest, only to have his grab your hand, “means a lot. I know I can be a bit much.”

“You could be a former Black Widow and you’d still be stuck with me.”

“Shangqi, do you have an assassin kink?”

“Relax you perv, I don’t have an assassin kink.” Some silence passes before he hits you with a curve ball.

“I may however, be addicted to the days when your nails are freshly done. Makes the rest of the day much more interesting.”

#shang chi fluff #shang chi #fluff #marvel mcu

[writer-dreams]

Love Potion (Prologue) (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Hello everyone! I've been asked by some readers to move this one-shot from my ao3 book so here it is!

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / End

Prompt: The Weasley Twins dare Y/n to slip her worst enemy a love potion and to date him for a week.

House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Possible swearing, a really cheesy and badly written poem

Note: The reader in this story is female/uses female pronouns.

Word Count: 1,443 words

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3rd Person POV

“How did I end up here?” Y/n thought. How did she end up at a party in the Gryffindor common room and playing truth or dare? How did she end up sitting in a circle with her friends and spinning a bottle? Caught up in her thoughts, Y/n didn’t notice that the bottle landed on her. George and Fred instantly smirked deviously.

“Ooohhh Y/n~. Truth or dare?” The twins sang devilishly.

Crap. What do I do?! Y/n didn’t want to choose truth because she wasn’t a chicken, and because she learned truth can be just as detrimental as dare. The girl next to her proved that. The poor female was subjected to a series of embarrassing questions that left her red-faced and horrified. Fred and George definitely knew the right questions to ask. However, dare could be even worse because it was Fred and George! She shook her head, I’m probably gonna regret this.

“Dare.” She answered.

Everybody in the room started whistling and howling with excitement. Fred raised a hand and the room was immediately silenced.

“We dare you…” George started.

“To…” Fred continued.

“Slip Malfoy a love potion.” The two finished together.

Y/n’s mouth dropped open. “Excuse me? You want me to slip my enemy a love potion?!”

“Since you’re objecting, you need to date him for a week too while he’s under the potion’s effects.” George smirked.

Y/n scowled. “You prat.”

George simply grinned widely, “Well? Are you going to do it? If not, you’ll have to chicken.”

Y/n shivered. If you chickened, you have to run down the corridors of the school completely naked. No, she would much rather do this.

“Fine.” Y/n said through gritted teeth.

“Wonderful! Now, take this.” Fred handed her a pink bottle filled with the potion. It was made of glass and the topper of the bottle had a heart. “Made by yours truly. Just give Malfoy a little bit of this and it should work instantly. Have fun~.”

Y/n glared at the redhead who laughed and walked away.

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The next morning, Y/n snuck over to the Slytherin Table. She looked around and noticed Malfoy in a conversation with his friends, his drink was on the table and unsupervised. Y/n took this as an opportunity to use the potion. She opened the bottle and some smoke floated out of the container. It formed a pink heart before fading away. She then quickly grabbed Malfoy’s drink and poured the concoction into the pumpkin juice. She watched as the liquid turned a light pink color before reverting back to normal, as if nothing happened. Carefully, she placed the goblet back on the table and sat across from Malfoy, making sure that she would be the first one he sees once he drank the potion.

Malfoy immediately narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you doing here, L/n?” He spat.

“I’m here because I want to be here. Is that a problem?”

Malfoy didn’t answer. He looked at her suspiciously and took a sip of his pumpkin juice. Y/n waited anxiously, waiting for the potion to do its work. Suddenly, he put down the cup and leaned close to her.

“How are you feeling?” Y/n asked cautiously.

“I feel great. Better than ever….Y/n? Has anyone ever told you how beautiful your (e/c) eyes are?”

Y/n wanted to throw up. She glanced over at the Gryffindor table, where George and Fred were smirking and flashing her a thumbs up. Y/n threw back a vulgar gesture with her finger and turned back to Malfoy, who was staring at her dreamily.

“Uh..Mal-Draco? Are you alright?”

“Absolutely.” He answered.

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Y/n was working on her essay in Potions when she heard the sound of flapping wings. Confused, she looked up, hoping to find the source of the distracting sound. She spotted a flying paper crane gracefully flapping towards her. Slowly, its’ delicate wings stopped and it glided onto her desk, landing perfectly in the middle of her essay. Y/n raised an eyebrow and hesitantly unfolded the bird. Inside was a poem, written in beautiful handwriting;

I wonder why we have to fight.

Why we have to scream insults at each other all throughout the night.

I wonder how I’ve never noticed your beautiful (e/c) eyes,

Or how your radiant smile gives me butterflies.

The life of a Malfoy is extremely lonely.

I think that could change if you became my one and only.

I suppose all I’m trying to say is ‘I love you’

I love your witty retorts,

I love your odd quirks like when you laugh, you snort.

I could write a whole essay about how I feel.

Though I believe that will not appeal.

If you return these feelings I hold for you,

(Y/n), could we start anew?

At the midnight hour,

Come meet me at the Astronomy Tower.

-D.M ♡

Y/n raised her eyebrow and gagged slightly. She seriously couldn’t believe that Malfoy wrote this to her. Granted, he was all lovey-dovey due to the love potion but that still didn’t make her want to vomit. She turned to look at Malfoy, who was staring at her lovingly from across the room. All Y/n wanted to do was say no and forget that this event was ever going to happen. That’s when she remembered that she had only completed half of her dare. George had dared her to give him the potion AND date him for at least a week or so. Y/n wasn’t about to just finish off the dare here. If she did, she would be named a chicken, and she loathed the idea of that. She looked into Malfoy’s infatuated eyes and nodded, sealing her fate and selling her soul to the devil that is Draco Malfoy.

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That night, Y/n snuck out of her dorm room to go meet Malfoy at the Astronomy Tower. As she walked through the dark corridors of the school, she wondered if fake-dating him was really worth not being the laughingstock of the school. She shook off the thought and continued on, occasionally hiding from teachers that patrolled the halls.

When she finally arrived at the Astronomy Tower, she saw Malfoy leaning on the balcony, admiring the starry night sky. She crept up beside him and rested her arms on the railings of the balcony.

“I’m really happy you agreed to come here, Y/n.” He said quietly.

Y/n didn’t respond but she nodded slightly to signal that she was listening. Honestly, she just wanted this whole thing over with. It was weird seeing her enemy act like this. She was used to spitting insults at him and him doing the same. She would never have thought to see him like this, even under a potion’s influence.

“I wanted you to meet me here because…I really like you, Y/n. That poem was just a really cliché way to get your attention. I love your eyes, your hair, your sassy personality, and so much more. You make me feel so happy when you’re around. Something as simple as a smile from you sends my heart racing. I know this is really cheesy, but I love you. You’ve somehow captured my heart and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Will you be my girlfriend?” Malfoy asked, hopefully.

Y/n knew this was going to happen. She hated it that she had no choice in the matter. How could she date her enemy? However, a dare was a dare. It was only for a week, right? How bad could it be? 7 short days of being in a fake relationship with him and then she could go back to hating him.

“Of course.” Y/n smiled at him, fighting the urge to puke.

Malfoy beamed widely and wrapped his arms around her. Y/n struggled with every inch of her being not to punch him, instead opting to return the hug. He tilted her face up and almost connected their lips if Y/n hadn’t put her finger between them. He backed up, confused.

“Not yet.” Y/n said quickly. The last thing she would ever do is kiss a git like him. Malfoy looked at her with saddened eyes and Y/n quickly realized that she needed to act like she really loved him. She pecked him on the cheeks lightly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Draco.” She whispered, exiting the Astronomy Tower. She turned back one last time to see Malfoy holding his cheek with one hand, face as red as Ron’s hair. She stalked back down the halls, only thinking to herself;

This is going to be the worst week of my life. Screw you, Weasleys.

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Thank you for reading the Prologue of Love Potion. I'm really sorry if that poem was horrible to read, I literally just made it up in my head and hoped to Merlin it sounded decent. Keep an eye out for part 1 and a possible part 2. Thank you again for reading. If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Until next time.

-Jade

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[acrcsstheuniversee]

Good Enough For Me

Pairing: Paul McCartney circa 1962 x John Lennon circa 1978 (McLennon)

Rating: Mature, readers 18+

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of porn and sex work

Words in this chapter: 1800+

Author’s Note:

Here it is! Refer to my summary and introduction post if you haven’t done so for more disclaimers, visuals, tag list info, and more.

*Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles. This is fiction and written for leisure. Aspects of the story will not be historically accurate and should not be taken extremely seriously.

Chapter 1

Already a month into the semester, Paul found himself struggling to keep up with his studies. He tried his best to focus on typing an essay on the history of guitars that’s due the next day by 10 a.m. but just couldn’t get himself to do it. Not like it was hard or anything; he just hated doing what he’s told, especially if it was something he didn’t care about. He just wanted to do music but having a degree is a necessity now.

He pressed the home button on his cracked phone screen to see that it was already midnight. He was only half way done with the assignment that could’ve taken him only 30 minutes if he wasn’t writing songs in between paragraphs.

It was all too much anyways. American universities have much more homework assignments than back in England. Times like these made him question whether or not going out of the country for school was worth it. There almost seemed like there were more cons than pros in his decision. He lacked resources, he didn’t have any friends or family here except his roommate/best friend George, he was poorer than ever, and must work and attend school part-time. If he stayed in Liverpool and just continued school locally, he probably would’ve earned his degree by now; but now he’s what Americans consider a “super senior” because he’s 21 years old with the amount of classes completed equivalent to a third year student. Despite the struggle, all of it was better than his father dictating his every move. 

He shut his laptop, giving up on the assignment and leaned back into his desk chair, rubbing his tired droopy eyes.

He had two classes and work tomorrow. The thought of them made him roll his eyes. Music history from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., a business class he couldn’t remember the name of from 1 p.m. to 2 p.m., and work right after at a restaurant nearby as a dishwasher, and occasionally performer if the artist they booked cancelled that night.

He yawned as he got up and slide into his bed. Before shutting his eyes, he turned his head and looked directly across the tiny dorm room to his right to see his childhood best friend and roommate, George Harrison sound asleep.

Paul really needs to take a note out of George’s book and sleep earlier. These late nights are just stressing him out more and more.

***

“Paul….. PAUL! Get up!”

Paul jolted up right when a sudden raised voice rang in his ear. His eyes met George’s signature judgemental look. One of his thick brows cocked and his lips curved awkwardly. He was already ready to go to class.

“Ah, what time is it?”

“9:30. I woke you up 30 minutes before hand because I just know you aren’t going to get up to the 9:45 alarm unless you expect to make it to your first class in 15 minutes,” George teased.

George is a pain in the ass and a know-it-all, but Paul loved him dearly. He comes off mean sometimes but Paul knows it’s just because he’s younger and feels the need to prove himself. Paul was used to it after all this time but sometimes, that boy needs to know when his criticisms cross the line. Despite being a dick sometimes, they’re both grateful to be going to the same college together. It was one in a million chances for George to land the same US college as Paul just a year after Paul’s acceptance.

“Okay, whatever. You have a point, I guess.” Paul groaned and rolled out of bed. 

“I know I do, ha. I’ll see you later.” George messed up his friend’s darkhair more than it already was, making Paul swat his hand away.

When George left, Paul finally got ready and headed off to class with his incomplete essay.

Everyone was already seated and the professor was setting up today’s powerpoint lecture when he finally arrived. Paul sat down in the back where he’s been since the beginning of the semester. It hasn’t been a problem until a girl started to sit near him everyday since last week. When group or partnered work was assigned, she would often ask him to join her. She was kind, but Paul knew she liked him. She couldn’t make it less obvious. They would make small talk here and there---just about classes and hobbies. She was also very good at piano just as Paul was, but not too good on guitar though she claims to be.

He felt her looking at him, making him turn his head to find out he was right. She just smiled and waved. Paul nodded and gave her a small smile in return, trying not to show too much emotion, afraid she would like that too much. She already had the wrong idea but he didn’t want to be mean about it. Paul was not interested in the slightest and, he was gay. Found that out in high school and hasn’t been too shy about it since then. 

When class ended, Paul left immediately to his second class to avoid conversation with anyone. This next one was business related which is something he also could care less about. He was a bit behind in this one too, but this time, he truly didn’t understand the material. He definitely needed a tutor soon.

Not much happened other than him writing mini poems all over his in-class assignment. He didn’t even bother erasing any of it before turning it in at the end of class.

Paul sighed as he made himself to his busboy job right off campus. Before stepping inside, he felt his phone vibrate. It was his dad. Ugh, he thought but answered.

“I’m about to go into work, Dad. What is it?”

“Well, hello to you too. I was just wondering how the first month in the states have been. I haven’t heard from you.”

“It’s fine.”

“Just fine? Have you got a chance to tour places? You should send me photos.”

“No and no. I don’t want you to be sending the pictures to your friends as if you helped me get here. I know you do that.”

Paul heard his father sigh.

“Just text me when you get home and tell George I said hi.”

“Okay, bye.” Paul said before hanging up and walking into his shift.

It seemed harsh but his dad was a selfish prick. He loves to be in control of everything. He was the reason Paul came to the states to study. All he wanted was to ride the wave of success his two sons have been achieving.

In all truthfulness, Paul stopped believing his dad’s bullshit after mom died about 6 years ago. His dad seemed to have lost his way but Paul couldn’t be around all the time if he had a dream to follow. It’s been rough without his mom around but Paul had to do what he was right for him, even if that meant getting away from his dad which is something even she would’ve supported.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how irritating school and his dad were during his shift. The rude coworkers and customers didn’t help his case at all. This wasn’t new though. Paul was used to working constantly in some shape or form. The only problem this time is that he needed more money now that he’s completely independent from his father.

“Hey, busboy!” his boss called out to the dishroom from the back office. Paul rolled his eyes and went to see what he wanted.

“Yes?”

“I have to cut your hours in half. Here is your new schedule. You’re off now, so don’t wash another dish.”

“In half?” Paul took the schedule and saw that his income now would not suffice his monthly tuition payments, let alone some money for necessities. “You’ve got to be shitting me. Why?”

“We can’t afford to pay you. I’m sorry, kid.” he said nonchalantly.

“Will I be able to perform sometimes still?”

“Ehh, sure.” he said as he continued his paperwork, not even looking at Paul.

Paul rolled his eyes again. Could his life get any more annoying? He let out a sigh and clocked out. Now what, he thought making his way home.

When he got home George was playing his computer games with his big headphones to fit on his large ears. The younger man didn’t even notice his friend come in until one side of his headphones was pulled and slapped against his head.

“Hey!” George readjusted himself then paused his game to face Paul with his eyebrows furrowed. “What?”

“My hours got slashed.”

“You’re joking.”

“Nope, hah.”

George frowned.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Are you going to find another job?” 

“Well, I’m going to have to because I will not be asking my dad for help.” Paul said as changed into his pajamas and hopped onto his bed.

George sighed. Paul just stared at his friend for a moment, not knowing what to say. This was bad news for both of them. George didn’t have the same financial issues as Paul did. He only had enough for himself. If George could help, he would---and Paul knew he would.

“I’ll think of something, George. Don’t worry.” Paul got under the covers and listened to his friend shut off his computer and lights before hopping into bed as well.

He stared at the ceiling and sighed, then began to think about all the ways he can make money quickly but none of it would be fast enough to pay his next tuition bill. He rubbed his eyes. It was beginning to stress him out the more he thought of it and he just wanted it to all stop for a second.

Ah fuck it, he thought before whipping out his phone and started to scroll through his favorite porn blog on Tumblr. What better way to forget about things than looking at some sexy pictures of guys?

Paul scrolled until he ran into a post that was by a male sex worker selling nude photos and thought hard to himself. It was a young guy about his age selling his photos for $25 a piece and a private snapchat story for $5 per friend request and $15 extra for screenshot privileges.

Paul bit his lip nervously. It’s been a couple years since he did sex work. All he did was some cam work, sold some nude photos, and made customized videos for people on the internet. He remembered enjoying it but there was always the parts he hated that made the job extremely draining like any other job.

He laid there staring at the screen. He must admit, it was tempting to dive in again but he was afraid what George would think.

“George… Maybe I should go back into sex work…” Paul said suddenly.

George didn’t reply. He just snored in in response. That bastard.

Paul sighed and continued to scroll through sex work blogs, inspired by the possibilities until he slowly drifted to sleep.

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[agallimaufryofoddments]

I’m alive. Somehow. Whew...

I’ve been close to fandom silent the past week and a half and acutely aware of the fact--but it couldn’t be helped; I’ve spent the time drenched in work and have work yet to come. In this case, there was a smidgen of a three-minute pitch on Monday (which I shouldn’t have been so concerned for) and other work, but the main thing that’s kept me busy has been a group project which my partner and I presented today--and presented well, I think; I think the exhibit and presentation went quite well! Much better than all the worst-case scenarios I’d been entertaining in my head. And the milder bad scenarios.

We were each chewing through all sorts of readings from Wednesday to Friday, and met up to work together Fri-Sat-Sun for at least four hours each day (but often longer; one night I left the library alone at midnight). Yesterday (Tuesday) was the final longgg stretch; we worked at library till late in the night, went to her place to work some more--discovered a typo on one of the printed exhibit panels which spurred me to bike back to the library in the hour before it closed, print revised versions, come back (despite my front headlight rusting entirely off the bike in the process)--

(That’s right--I have a rental bike now?? Did I mention that? I’ll do so in another post)

--work some more, leave her place at 1 AM, reach flat 20 to 2 AM, sleep at 3 AM...get up at 8, be at her place before 10, arrive 2.5 hours early to department building...

...Yeah. So today that’s one big thing out of the way (though we still have to write a critical reflection on the exhibit due next week), thank goodness. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to come up with an essay question/topic which I need to run by my professor...a question/topic which really should be in by tomorrow, yikes, so that’s something I need to work on before I sleep (sleep!!!!). 

I’ve been so busy that I’ve fallen behind on the /r/anime Baccano! rewatch something awful; I commented on the first two episodes/threads but was too tired/busy to participate in episodes 3-onward...and I’m pretty sure Episode 7 thread is supposed to be up today. Already up today. Agh! Perhaps I have enough time now to at least write up and post something for Episode 7--a couple hours late I may be, but at least it’ll show I’ve not dropped out. Leave Episodes 3-6 for tomorrow afternoon, after class. (Apparently the ‘common rooms’ in our building will be ‘officially’ open tomorrow too, but the drinks/snacks celebration is starting at exactly the time my class is supposed to end. I suppose I can try to show up anyway.)

Oh--saw a tweet announcement earlier today about an upcoming Drrr!! stage play announcement this Saturday--but that’s for another post.

#personal #long post #This project utterly consumed the past week and a half and left no time for hobbies but also chores #I only did laundry this Sunday because I was running too low on clothes to survive another week without laundering #Shoutout to my project partner who decided to make both of us lunch or dinner when I was working at her place #It was very kind and also much-needed nourishment considering I have hardly managed to cook anything this past week #This weekend I may finally have time to try and make my room a bit more presentable #it has Suffered from this project

[ephemeral-writings]

sober; jongin

08. companion

jongin x reader

word count: 1.4k of fluffy angst

“part 2″

You clock out of the nightclub at midnight There are patrons scattered about the dimly lighted place, but otherwise it’s more of a slow night. The three men that you had been serving sat at the bar, more or less gone from the amount of alcohol you’ve poured them. There’s a group of men seated in one of the booths, seemingly in a serious conversation. You think it might have something to do with the two older women that sits across the room, if their methodical system of taking turn in glancing at them was anything to go by.

“Better leave now, Red, before I make you stay the night with me,” Jaehyung threatens while buffing a tumbler glass.

Jaehyung and you rotate shifts, and tonight he’s on from now to closing at five. Most of the time, you work the first shift, opening at six and leaving at twelve. Your boss is more considerate than he looks, and he tries to make it a point to let you out before late-- well, despite it being midnight, but it was a nightclub afterall.

“Yeah, not a chance, Jae. I have a paper to write, so unless you want to write it for me,” you trail off, prompting him to bite the bait. But he doesn’t, not when he has an acrimony towards education.

“Get out of here, you.”

You laugh. “Thanks for switching shifts with me. See you.”

The night feels muddy even with its humidity as its lowest. You’re debating whether to grab food at a twenty-four-hour food stall or to go home to another bag of ramen when someone calls out your name.

You look up to see a regular at the nightclub, specifically your regular since he never seems to visit the club to do actual clubbing, but to just sit at the bar and throw back some drinks. He’s donning his usual full suit and tie with dress shoes so immaculate, it puts the ground to shame.

“Hey, Jongin.” You offer him a smile. You hope it doesn’t look pitiful, but you do worry over the circles around his eyes.

Nevertheless, his smile is as dashing as ever. “Just got off?” he asks.

“Mhm.” You nod your head towards the building a few meters behind you, adding, “It’s nice and slow tonight, so I’m sure Jaehyung wouldn’t mind keeping you entertained for a while.”

Jongin looks hesitant for a moment before he asks you, “Do you mind keeping me company for tonight? Again?”

You and Jongin have been friends through talks across the counter, and between those talks, you’ve learned about Jongin’s job as a CEO. He’s told you that it was started by his father, and despite not wanting to inherit the company, his parents had forced it on him. You were able to connect the dots and realize that his frequent visits has to do with the stress of being in charge of a billion-dollar company.

You feel bad when you tell him about the assignment that’s due in the morning, glossing over the fact that you barely have an outline done for a ten pager.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I’m the one who’s sorry for imposing.” Jongin smiles, albeit he looks similar to an abandoned puppy, and really, who could deny a man with such a look?

“Actually,” you begin, “Why don’t you come over to my place? I might need some guiding for my paper since it is on financial marketing.”

Jongin grimaces, most probably feeling guilty that you’ve succumbed to his requests, yet again. “Are you sure, Y/N.”

“Yes, Jongin. Now come on,” you urge. “My paper’s not gonna write itself while we’re standing in the middle of the street.”

You walk with Jongin for a solid five minutes when it suddenly occurs to you that a man like Jongin would be driving around places, not walking. You ask him about it, and he explains that he usually takes his personal driver, especially on days when he feels that it’ll end with him being buzzed. Today was one of those days.

You arrive at your complex a little while later. The elevator is broken, has been for weeks already, so you and Jongin take the stairs up three flights.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you say rather dramatically. But Jongin appreciates it when he laughs.

Your place is a studio, therefore your short tour includes turning your body and pointing in various directions.

“My ‘room’ is over there, kitchen over here, and bathroom is right behind that door.”

Jongin genuinely surveys the area, making small comments about the style and design of it.

“Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Wine?” You ask, voice filled with mirth.

“Water will do just fine, love.”

You go to pour Jongin a glass of water while you start a pot of coffee, relieved that he can’t see you blushing. It’s not the first time he’s called you by the endearment, but for all the times he had, he was intoxicated. You easily brushed it off those times, letting it play as if he probably had a slip of tongue. But you know for a fact that Jongin is completely sober right now.

You both settle on the two seater couch, leaving a respectful distance between each other. You boot up your laptop while Jongin moves to discard his blazer and tie. He visibly looks more relaxed without the constrictive pieces of clothing.

“So, how can I help with your essay?”

“Huh?”

Jongin is leaning a closer to see your screen which is displaying your poor excuse of an outline.

“What do you need help with?”

“Um, there’s a few concepts that I still can’t get a grasp on. Maybe if you can explain them to me?”

Jongin nods in agreement distractedly as he scans over your outline.

Embarrassed that a professional businessman is reading your work, you murmur, “It’s extremely tentative, so uh, try not to judge me too harshly.”

Jongin finally looks at you, and you feel your heart stutter when you realize how close he is.

He smirks, “I was going to comment about that, but since you’ve asked so kindly, I’ll just say it’s not bad for a starting point.”

For the next hour or so, Jongin gives you a mini lecture on the concepts you‘ve heard your professor talk about in class only Jongin makes it a dozen times easier to understand. You move to sit on the floor with your laptop propped on the table to properly begin to write when you think you’ve gathered enough information while Jongin answers e-mails on his phone.

By four a.m. you’ve written six pages out of the ten required, but you still have points to discuss that’s going to take more than four pages to explicate. You turn to ask Jongin about his opinion whether to cut some points our or not.

“No wonder he was so still.” You whisper to yourself because the man on your couch is asleep, his arms crossed over his chest and head tilted so far back, you wonder how much it will ache tomorrow. You couldn’t leave him in that position while he sleeps.

You gently nudge his arms. “Hey, Jongin,” he groans with his eyes still closed. “You can move to sleep on my bed if you want,” you tell him.

Though he’s less than half conscious, he still considers, “But what about you?”

“I’m still working on my paper, and it’s due in a few hours. I probably won’t even make it to bed.” Sadly, it wouldn’t be the first time you pull an all-nighter after a shift.

Jongin mutters something unintelligible so you ask him to repeat himself. He pops open his droopy lids and moves to sit up straighter. “I said, do you still need any help?”

You’ve never seen Jongin look so vulnerable. Sure he’s drinking at the bar almost every time you meet him, but Jongin has a high tolerance; even after many drinks that should have him knocked out, he barely sways in his gait.

You smile lazily since he can’t even focus on you. “No, Jongin. I’ll be fine so go sleep.” Lord knows how much he needs it.

Jongin eventually concedes, standing up from the couch and makes his way to your bed. But not before he presses his lips on your hairline, mumbling, “Thank you. Good night, love.”

Needless to say, you’re quite distracted by the man on your bed while you complete the darn paper.

#exo #exo scenarios #kai #kim jongin #jongin scenario #kai scenario #kpop scenarios #exo fluff #exo angst #30 day challenge #fluff #angst #y'all i went a lil overboard with this #also sorry for my inconsistency #i'm a few days behind already rip #dw i got this y'all just pls be patient with me #w/ love

[wintercovers]

52 short stories 2: A story about rising to a challenge [feat kanesawa]

There are four knocks at Shinji’s door. Fast. Loud.

Seto jumps twice. Once at the knock and a second time when Shinji smacks his books closed because he gave Sawamura a fucking time to come over if he needed help studying and this is not fucking it.

“No!” Shinji shouts at the door, already getting up to open it. Seto looks slightly confused at the difference between Shinji’s words and his actions but for whatever reason, he simply lets out a soft oh when Sawamura whines Shinji’s name from the other side of the door. A whine which only gets louder when Shinji doesn’t respond to it.

Shinji takes a deep breath before throwing the door open, he won’t let him add his own voice to Sawamura’s noise; it’s already late, and while people have come to expect noise from Sawamura at all hours of every day Shinji wants other people to view him with a bit more respect.

“Shut it!” It’s just that sometimes his patience is tested.

Sawamura mimes zipping up his lips and tip toes dramatically over to the desk littered with Shinji’s recently abandoned textbooks. Shinji sighs, closing the door much softer than he’d opened it. He’s done it now. He’s let Sawamura in. And this is why he keeps on showing up two hours after Shinji told him to because it doesn’t matter how forcefully Shinji makes their plans Sawamura knows he’s going to help anyway. Idiot.

Shinji is one, for letting him in.

“You’re late,” Shinji growls, sliding an extra chair across the room seeing as Sawamura has stolen his. “You better concentrate properly.”

Sawamura takes the words to apparently mean he can push everything off the desk except for his own notebook and thankfully the textbook Shinji had been using earlier.

Shinji did not sign up for this.

Shinji did not sign up for Sawamura rearranging his room, his desk. Shinji did not sign up for Sawamura showing up while he was trying to get his own shit done. Like… he kinda did but if anyone asks, this is a long-held promise that he could not simply abandon and absolutely not something he signed up for.

Deep breaths, deep breaths are the key to dealing with Sawamura in enclosed spaces.

“What do you need help with?”

“Boss’s essay,” Sawamura answers quickly.

Not what he was expecting. Shinji takes a deep breath, “which part?” His own is somewhere in the pile of things Sawamura has thrown on the floor. His essay and the workbook from Modern Japanese where he has notes on what Kataoka was looking for in their writing and what issues he wants them to address; as well as further points Shinji thinks will be important without having to be told them directly. Sawamura will probably benefit from Shinji’s notes by adding some of the points written down to his own essay.

Sawamura says nothing, stays silent until Shinji has retrieved what he needs just in this moment and has everything set out neatly at the back of his desk out of the way. Sawamura’s silence is, as always, louder than his words and Shinji definitely didn’t sign up for this. “Fuck,” he breathes out as Sawamura opens up to a nearly blank page in his book, simply titled at the top book essay and all Sawamura has in response is a giant cheesy smile.

“That’s not going to help you,” Shinji says, gripping at the edge of the desk to keep himself from gripping at the collar of Sawamura’s shirt, “why haven’t you started yet?”

Shinji’s invitation tonight had been planned around the maths test they have coming up next week, not helping Sawamura write an entire essay that is due to be handed in just two days from now. Less, seeing as it’s due when they have class in the morning. Due in less than two days and handed into their coach. Kataoka isn’t going to let any excuses wave away an assignment. Shinji can’t let it get to Sawamura needing excuses anyway, it’s no secret to anyone that he’s somehow officially become Sawamura’s unofficial tutor.

“Just please tell me you’ve at least read the book,” Shinji sighs.

“Of course I have!” Sawamura sounds offended but he’s the one here with nothing written asking for Shinji to help. He sounds offended but Shinji would not put it past him to daydream with his eyes open and the book in his hands. Offended even when too many in their people in class go easy on them, on Sawamura and Furuya both, and Shinji has walked in too many times to them both copying out homework before classes. He’s offended but it would not surprise Shinji in the least if someone was feeding lines to Sawamura for him to spout every time Kataoka called on him in class.

“Then,” deep breaths he tells himself, “have you thought about what theme you want to focus on?”

“Mortality!” Sawamura answers immediately and Shinji is able to release a breath that eases some of the tension from his shoulders. Sawamura may not have started yet but if he’s been thinking about it and already has a theme in mind it makes things easier. It’s also a different enough topic from his own essay that he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally leading Sawamura on to accidentally mimicking his own.

“Okay,” Shinji says, “that’s actually pretty good.” Sawamura actually brightens at the words as if they’re a compliment and not the slight upgrade from Shinji thinking he was totally useless. It doesn’t really matter though, Shinji is not going to actually spend his night telling Sawamura how to write his essay. “Go back to your room,” he directs, “find the quotes and passages you’re going to use and come up with an outline by lunch tomorrow, then I’ll help you with it.”

“Okay!” Sawamura yells, and Shinji sees Seto jump again in his periphery. “Goodnight!” He shouts again, even louder this time.

“Goodnight,” Shinji responds sharply, pushing Sawamura towards the door. He still has his own shit to do tonight and now he also needs to pick it all up from around his desk.

“Goodnight!” Seto calls out as well, sounding much more cheerful than Shinji had. Sawamura sends one last beaming smile to Seto before Shinji shuts the door on his stupid face.

“Finally,” Shinji sighs under his breath. Apparently not quiet enough. Seto starts giggling under his own breath and does not stop when Shinji glares at him — and he’d been so happy to hope that a junior roommate meant one who would respect him. Seto wouldn’t be laughing if he was the one unofficially responsible for making sure two of their regular pitchers were actually eligible to play in games.

As promised, Sawamura shows up at Shinji’s desk at lunch the next day with food, a chair, and his library copy of The Sound of the Mountain littered with sticky notes. This might go better than expected. It also might not. It is due in before this time tomorrow.

Over the break period, though, things go well. Shinji reads over Sawamura’s outline and some of his notes, rearranges a couple of things and when he hands them back Sawamura picks his pen up, sets his head down and gets to work. All Shinji really has to do is shoo anyone away that tries to talk to him. Occasionally he has to set Sawamura back to work when he takes too long over a mouthful of food, but things go rather well.

He’s not sure what to make of Sawamura ignoring most of the afternoon classes to quite obviously work on his essay. It’s a problem for future Shinji for sure but all he can do now is be happy that at least this one thing might get done.

He holds Sawamura back when class ends to do the same. Keeps the both of them in class for an extra half an hour until they both have to race down to change into their gear and race again out to the field.

“I hope you know you’re not pitching extra today, I’ll tell Miyuki if I have to.” Sawamura throws up a salute.

Post dinner and a warm bath the very last thing Shinji really feels like doing is supervising Sawamura as he continues to write his essay. The imminent due date of tomorrow morning does a good enough job of keeping Sawamura focused that Shinji almost feels unnecessary. Almost. He still has to direct Sawamura’s attention down every time his eyes wander the room for too long.

Other members of the team don’t disturb them. In fact, it is Kataoka himself who ends up being the bigger distraction. When he walks through the hall both Shinji’s and Sawamura’s shoulders hunch — neither of them wanting to be caught working on his assignment at what is actually the very last minute.

He probably already knows, they are not the first team members he has taught, they are far from being the last, and somewhere in the middle there must be someone worse than Sawamura. Someone who didn’t hand in anything. But Shinji will die before letting Sawamura show up to class with nothing.

As it ticks over to midnight, Shinji calls for a break.

“Practice if you need to. Pitch with a towel, pitch to the net, to a person, swing. Just don’t you dare fall asleep.”

Shinji takes the time to step quietly back into his own room, the darkness of the interior throwing him for a loop after the bright lights of the main hall. He yawns as the darkness swallows him but there’s no way he can allow himself to sleep either, no matter how appealing it seems right now. Sawamura could probably get it done without supervision, but the illusion of being watched, of someone having someone present with expectations of what he should be doing... Shinji thinks it helps.

He knows even without the use of a flashlight how to navigate the beds and stray clothes to his desk, then using only the backlight of his phone screen Shinji locates his maths workbook, the textbook to go with it. It doesn’t matter that he’s been neglecting it these past twenty-four hours. It definitely doesn’t matter that Sawamura probably doesn’t even know they have a test coming up. With Sawamura in the groove now of what he’s doing, there’s no real reason for Shinji to stay idly watching over him. Not when he has to prepare himself for the test, and probably also has to prepare for the oncoming storm of Sawamura having forgotten this too and coming to Shinji again for last minute help.

It’s not a pattern he wants to get dragged into.

Shinji has to learn now so that he has time to ease Sawamura into a passing grade before the test appears in front of them.

He accidentally stubs his toe in the doorway on the way out and manages to contain a soft but powerful fuck until he’s closed the door and taken a few steps away from his slumbering roommates. Half his foot throbs at what Shinji logically knows is not something that should hurt that much but at least he feels more awake now. More awake to see through this half of the night he’d really rather miss.

Shinji prefers his method of staying awake to Sawamura’s apparent method. Sawamura’s hands twitch on the table in front of him and when Shinji sits down next to him he realises it’s actually his entire body. Sawamura’s chair rattles, the table knocks, it’s just enough small noise to be annoying but Sawamura gets straight back into work so Shinji doesn't complain.

It takes him a little bit longer to be able to settle into his own work after neglecting it for so long. It takes a while for Sawamura’s twitching and turning of pages to settle into the background and for Shinji to trick himself into not thinking he should be in bed right now before he really gets into it.

He half studies himself, half draws up revision notes for sections he thinks are particularly hard; he’ll give them to Sawamura tomorrow… today. He’ll let Sawamura go over them for one night so that he can catch up on the sleep he’s missing now before getting back into this again. Back into this but less intense, because at the very least they still have the weekend ahead of them in which to study.

Shinji keeps it up for… he doesn’t know how long.

He keeps it up until numbers and letters and formulas all blend into one dark blur of ink in his eyes.

He keeps it up until he needs to close his eyes for just a moment— dry and heavy as useless as they have become.

Shinji is so sore when he wakes. Before even opening his eyes all he knows is that everything hurts. His neck hurts, his back hurts, his wrist hurts, his butt hurts. His eyes hurt too and opening them seems only likely to make them hurt more. Shinji doesn’t want to be awake, he definitely hasn’t slept enough. He just wants to stay curled up in bed longer.

“Shh, don’t wake him.”

A weight leaves the back of his bed, and another settles somewhere in his gut. He never went to bed. He’s not in bed. He’s in the dining hall with Sawamura and by the voices whispering quietly around him, people are starting to gather for breakfast. No, he doesn’t want it to be morning already.

Opening his dry and caked together eyes Shinji discovers something has been draped over his head. He pulls it off and sits up to discover not only are there the few people Sawamura is coaxing into a deeper quietness, but another fifteen or so people are sitting on the other side of the room in various stages of eating breakfast. Great. He’s missed morning practice and all these people know he slept through it here.

Shinji thought he had woken up too early, but it hadn’t been early enough. Especially if he’s also taking into account the drool that has apparently collected to smudge at the ink of the page that was his pillow for the night. He just knows it’s mirror will be printed across his face because this morning is the best morning he’s ever woken to.

Shinji stretches, which catches Sawamura’s attention but has others pointedly turning their faces away. “I finished!” Sawamura cheers too loud for Shinji to handle this early in the morning. It’s also too early for him to speak. Shinji nods and stretches again and stands as what turns out to be a jacket, the thing that had been draped over him, falls to the floor.

He leaves the dining hall, steps into his own room to change into his uniform, hits the bathroom to splash his face with cold water and then heads back to the dining hall to eat. In helping Sawamura finish his essay he’s missed practice which means he’ll end up facing Kataoka’s wrath anyway. It wasn’t worth it. It never is.

It kind of is. It’s why he keeps doing it.

Sawamura has a loaded plate and an empty seat next to him which Shinji takes and eats. “Thanks for your help!” Sawamura says, Shinji only grunts through his mouthful of rice. “I saw what you were working on and I totally forgot about the test!” Shinji wishes he could high five himself without looking like a complete idiot, he called it. “I’ll come at lunch again and you can tell me what I need to work on!” Lunch. Not even a day to recover.

Shinji’s face hits the bench, once, hard, and then he’s back to eating. There are plenty of faces looking his way but Shinji doesn’t care. This is his luck, his lot in life, he did not sign up for this but he keeps on signing up for it.

#kanesawa #52 #this was meant to end differently but oh well #ive missed these boys #i love these boys #always need more of these boys #meliae.fic

[nachtgraves]

a++ kuzuhina: maybe the same ship with #4.“I’m flirting with you.”?

Oh my god I am so sorry this took forever and a half BUT I FINALLY FINISHED IT. I experimented with writing a thing told mostly through texting so hopefully it still flows pretty well? It was an experience, I tell you. Also. I apologize for the awful title for this but it was literally the best I could think of.  And I probably should have used time stamps but I’m a dumb and hope extra spacing gives the same effect?

Title: Mis-Texting Could Possibly End in Kissing  // AO3Word Count: ~4200Warnings/Tags: PG. Told through texting with interspersed prose, high school au, hope’s peak still exists, but no despairs, some typos are intentional and let’s pretend the others are too, real minor angst. Hajime is non-italics, Fuyuhiko and the two instances of Chiaki are in italics.

[ughhhhhh][im so bored][she wont stop taking][talking*]

[That’s kind of the point of a presentation]

[nooneasked for ur sass]

Hajimedoesn’t know how it happened, but he and the infamous ‘baby-faced yakuza ofHope’s Peak High’ are texting buddies.

Well.

Maybethat’s not entirely true. He does know how it started, at least.

[heypres][its kuzuryuu][souda gave me ur number][wat do we need for teh fair agian?]

[Sorry, youmight have the wrong number]

[oh][ur not nanmi?][fuck][souda is dead][sorry]

[Noworries. Mistakes happen][But, by Souda do you mean Souda Kazuichi?And did you mean to text Nanami Chiaki?]

[yeah][who r u??]

[Chiaki’s a close friend. Ournumbers happen to be really similar. Hers ends in a 1 instead of a 2]

[ohthanks][srry for the mix up]

[Don’tworry about it. Happens fairly often :p]

Hajimedoesn’t hear back from the stranger for a few days and quickly forgets themix-up even happened. He hadn’t been lying when he said that such thingshappened fairly often, especially since Chiaki was voted as class rep. (She hadbeen so surprised and happy, Hajime thought a new VR game system was announced).Chiaki and him and found it quite amusing and it wasn’t much trouble to fix themistake usually. But one afternoon, he’s cleaning up his room and finds apacket of papers that look important by the large scrawling over the front pagein Chiaki’s loopy handwriting, reading: ‘SCHOOL FEST BUDGET’. He also knowsthat Chiaki wasn’t going to be home for hours, since her school festival wasthis coming weekend and she’s been staying back to organize, plan, and dowhatever it is class representatives do for events like that.

[Hey you left a packet of papers atmine. School fest budget?]

[Chiaki?]

[Goddmannit did u foget to chargeyour phone again?]

Knowingthat if the packet were important, Chiaki would be freaking out (she always putso much pressure on herself, especially since she became class rep), Hajimestares at the packet in his lap. He could run to Chiaki’s high school, butdoubts he would be let in since it was almost sundown and Hope’s Peak High wasone of the more prestigious secondary schools in their district. Hajime himselfgoes to a regular public school a short walk from their neighbourhood.

Staringat his phone, as if it was going to give him an answer, he finds one as hescrolls through his messages. He still has the short conversation from thestranger from Chiaki’s class. It’s worth a shot, at the very least.

[Hey this is Chiaki’s friend HinataHajime. I still had your number from when you mis-texted me and I was wonderingif Chiaki was nearby? She’s not answering her phone]

[yeah][why?]

[I think she forgot something at myhouse. School fest budget?]

[yeah][she thought she lost it][shes asking if u can drop it off at her place][her phone is dead]

[Yeah I cando that][Thanks]

Laterthat night, Hajime is attempting to complete a history essay due the nextmorning when he receives a text. His phone is plugged in by his bed, on theopposite end of where his desk is. He literally jumps at the distraction,hopping into bed and lying back against the pillows propped up against the headboard.

[Thanksfor dropping off the packet.]

[No prob][You need to remember to charge your phone]

[I know. (*_ _) ][How did you have Kuzuryuu’snumber, by the way?]

[The miss-text a few days ago.Figured it was worth a try]

[Thank you. You really saved me.]

Threehours later, it’s inching closer to midnight and Hajime hasn’t returned to hisassignment. Chiaki is not impressed.

[Doyour work.]

[I’m takinga break]

[(￢_￢) You’ve been ‘takinga break’ for three hours. Stop procrastinating and finish your homework.]

[You’re notdoing your homework]

[I finished my homework. I’m makingsure all the plans for the school fair next month are in order.

You’recoming to it, right?]

[Yeah][If I’m not stuck wiht tuorting…][Tutoring*][Can’t you help???]

[You know I’m not that much betterthan you. Sonia helps me.]

[Give me hernumber?][I’m desperate a tthis point]

[That’sa breach of privacy.]

[Chiakiiiiiiiiiii][Please?][I’ll do your Japanese hw next time?]

[No.]

[JapaneseAND math?]

[Tempting.But good night, Hajime.]

[Chiaki][Chiaki][Chiaki come back][Chiakiiiiii][What kind of friend are u?]

It’stimes like this Hajime sometimes wishes he was closer to some of hisclassmates. He’s not a loner, but he’s definitely a drifter of sorts. He has peopleto talk to and sit with at lunch, but rarely does he spend time with hisclassmates outside of school or for non-school related activities. Because ofthat, he’s not close enough to anyone to randomly message them at close tomidnight for homework help.

Justas he’s trying to figure out a solution – since it’s far too late to actually do his work like the goodstudent he only sometimes is, his phone goes off. And this, is the true startof everything.

[cmon i’ll pay u][and by pay i mean not break ur fucking teeth with my fist]

[Wrongperson?][Hopefully, at least]

[fuck][sorry][yeah][i meant to text the person above u in my message list thing]

[Everythingokay?]

[yeahjust some shitty hw]

[You too?][I have this awful history essay due tomorrow]

[historyis whatever][math is killing me]

[Math isn’ttoo bad][At least there’s always just one answer]

[historyand english u just bs tho]

[But it’sso subjective][Everything depends on something else]

[wannatrade then?]

Andthat is how Hajime found himself a homework buddy. Kuzuryuu is good at Englishand history, while Hajime’s strengths lie in math and science, and the both ofthem were pretty good at Japanese. One night of texting back and forth, helping(dipping into the realm of ‘academic dishonesty’ on occasion) with theirrespective assignments. They say goodnight close to dawn, but Kuzuryuu had stayedup long after his homework was complete and waited and helped Hajime until hewas done as well.

Fromthen on, Hajime would find himself texting back and forth with this boy he’snever met. At first, they exclusively went to the other for homework help, buteventually Hajime would send Kuzuryuu a short text about something funny that hadhappened (a cat attacking some dumb kids that were trying to taunt it) andKuzuryuu would send him a rant about something that annoyed him (old womenthinking that he’s younger than he is or a police officer asking if he’s losthis parents) and it snowballs into them casually texting throughout the day,particularly during boring presentations that no one, including the personpresenting, cared about.

[Payattention and stop distracting me]

[potnd kettle][stop looking at ur phone during class]

[Shush][I’m bored too]

[fuckinquit the holier than thou then][i can ignore u][nd u can be bored alone]

[Youwouldn’t do that][Who’d you distract if not me?]

[plentyof pple][ur lucky i deign to talk to u]

[Yeah][I’m sooo grateful]

[ushould be]

[Stilldoubt that you could ignore me]

[fuckintry me]

[Is that achallenge?]

Kuzuryuulasts all of until the end of the school day. Hajime can be quite theannoyance.

[jfc ur gonna break my phone]

[I win :D]

[uwin a fist to the face when i see u]

[Are wegoing to meet up then?][So eager to see me :P]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[I’m sorryif I made it weird]

[nahi had to hide my phone fr a bit][ur the one who sounds too happy bout gettinghis face smashed]

[You’re tooviolent][How do you have firneds if you treaten to hurt htem all the time?]

[nicetypos]

[Hush. Atleast I use proper grammar most of the time]

[yshould i waste my time with shit like that?]

[Forlegibility][I got to go][Got phys ed :/][Save me]

[ihope u have to run laps the entire time]

[You areevil]

Hope’sPeak’s festival comes and goes one weekend. As usual, it is a busy event due tothe school’s prestigious standing. Hajime, as promised, visits Chiaki’s class,doing an interactive murder mystery café of sorts where customers are givenclues with their orders to figure out the murder of a prop set up in the centerof the classroom. He finally meets some of Chiaki’s classmates whom she’stalked about and apparently she’s talked to them about him in return. However,and though he won’t admit it to anyone other than Chiaki if hard pressed, hekeeps his ears open for the name Kuzuryuu and is disappointed to realize thathis texting buddy was nowhere to be seen.

(“Kuzuryuu?We sent him to go advertise with Koizumi and Saionji,” says Sonia. “Do you twoknow each other?”

“Uh,he mis-texted me once,” Hajime replies. He redirects further questions awayfrom him and towards what they used to make the neon pink blood for the fakecrime scene.)

Hajimemay have lingered around for a bit until he couldn’t justify staying and beinga distraction any longer. By the time he leaves to go back home, he’s exchangednumbers with a few of them with vague promises to meet up some time and hangout. Even as he leaves the school, weaving past the steady stream of peoplestill entering the premise, his eyes roam for individuals advertising forChiaki’s class. He returns home to his books and TV without having met aKuzuryuu.

[You guysdid a good job at your school fest]

[uwent?]

[I promisedChiaki]

[u2 datin or somthn?]

[God no][We’ve known each other forever]

[doesntmean u havnt dated]

[Ew][She’s practically my sister]

[heardu got numbers frm some girls in my class]

[Oh yeah][Are Sonia and Mioda always like that?]

[annoying?][obnoxious?][preppy?]

[Haha][Your class seems really cool]

[seems][u dont see them 5 days a week]

[I bet your classmates have thingsto say about you too]

[maybe][but they wouldnt live for long if they say anything]

[Hahahawhat are you, the yakuza?]

[Kuzuryuu?]

[uhavent looked me up?]

[Why wouldI?][And you’ve never told me your first name]

[uwouldnt need my first name][but its fuyuhiko]

[You’re not pulling oneover on me are you?]

[i go to hopespeak idiot][sonia’s a motherfucking princess][nd y woud i joke about that?]

[You’re not going to send people after me for makingfun of you, are you?]

[ur entertainingfor now]

[Oh ha ha][Glad I amuse you]

[Wait][Oh my god][Is this you?][[image]]

[u got somethingto say?]

[No][Just][Not what I was expecting]

[think carefullybout ur words hinata]

[I thought I wasentertaining?]

[toys can getbroken]

[Now that’s uncalled for][I didn’t even say anything about how adorable you look]

[HINATA]

[It’s true though!][You can’t call a hit on me for being truthful]

[just shut up][y did i tell you to look me up][yd u look for pictures?]

[Curiosity][We’ve been talking for a while now and we don’t even know what the other lookslike]

[Kuzuryuu?][Did you know what I looked like?]

[bein cautious isimportant]

[Omg you looked me up][What horrible pictures did you find???]

[[image]]

[That’s from Chiaki’s fb!]

[not that hard]

[I TRIED TO FIND YOU ONFB THOUGH]

[securitysettings]

[Oh][Point]

It’snot too long after that Hajime receives a friend request from one KuzuryuuFuyuhiko. He hits accept almost embarrassingly fast and proceeds to exploreKuzuryuu’s newly unveiled profile with the eagerness of a stalker given an inchand taking a mile. There’s not much to explore, the other boy doesn’t seem touse the website very much, which honestly does not surprise Hajime though hecan’t help but feel a little disappointed.

[The last time you were active onfb was almost a year ago][And it was a profile pic update][That you didn’t even upload??]

[soudand sonia hacked my account][sonia was offended my profile pic was like 2 yrs old][koizumi has a fuckton of pics of ppl][nd i was 2 lazy 2 change it]

[It’s agood picture of you]

 [thanks]

Uponadding Kuzuryuu, Hajime’s flooded by friend requests from Chiaki’s otherclassmates and ends up talking semi-regularly with them. Kuzuryuu and him stilltext each other practically daily, to the point Chiaki comments on it whenHajime is over at hers to help her complete co-op achievements for a game she’syet to 100 per cent.

(“Youand Kuzuryuu seem to really get along.” Chiaki glances pointedly at Hajime’sphone as it buzzes several times, Kuzuryuu’s name flashing on the screen.

Hajimeshrugs noncommittedly, and is oddly relieved that the game finishes loading andthey’re thrust into a horde of mutant creatures.)

Evenhis classmates notice he’s on his phone a lot more often during and betweenclasses.

(“Gota girlfriend, Hinata?”

Frowning,Hajime shakes his head, “No, why?”

“You’realways on your phone texting and smiling down at it.”

Hajime’ssure his face has never been more red and when, moments later, he gets a textfrom Kuzuryuu complaining about the apparent Souda-Sonia-Tanaka love trianglethat should just turn into a threesome, he realizes his face does indeed moveon its own.)

[Oh my godhelp]

[what’dyou do?]

[Gave into peer pressure and wentto a goukon with some classmates -_-][I’m hiding in the bathroom][But I’ll have ot go back out there][:c]

[urnot drinking r u?][ur not 20]

[A yakuzaheir is against underage drinking?]

[udidnt answer]

[No one’sdrinking][We’re at a karaoke place][But htank you for caring c:]

[shutup][u dont usually go out w/ ur classmates]

[Yeah][Some of them have been teasing me about a girlfriend so I mostly just went sothey’d shut up]

[girlfriend?][u said u nd nanami werent dating]

[We’re not][They think you’re my secret girlfriend]

[?]

[Apparently I smiled while textingor something][And I’ve been on my phone more often][And you’re the only person I really text during class so]

[oh]

[Yeah, funny right?][Wonder what they’d think if they knew I was texting buddies with the heir tothe Kuzuryuu clan lmao][Though some ofthem already give me shit for being close to Chiaki just cuz shegoes to Hope’s Peak][They think you guys are snobby elitests just cuz you go to a prestigiousschool and we’re just public school kids][But you guys arent tat different][Just different talents and families][Woops sorry][Didn’t mean to get all ranty][Ugh I gotta go][Can’t hide here forever]

Afterthe goukon, which wasn’t horrible but neither was it all that enjoyable, Hajime’splunged into preparations for his school’s culture festival and upcoming exams. He’s barely had timeto text Kuzuryuu other than short greetings and the occasional tidbit from hisday that the other boy would find amusing. He misses their daily conversationsand when he finally has some down time, the day before the culture festival,he’s holed up in his room and on his phone while he catches up on TV shows onhis laptop.

[Hey longtime no chat][I’ve finally got free time again!]

[yea][school stuff?]

[Yeah][Every teacher decided to have everything due weeks early so we weren’toverwhelend when finals come around][Kill me -_-]

[shouldnt u be spending ur free timew/ ur gf stead of talking to me?]

[What?]

[ugot a gf or whatvr after that goukon][didnt u?]

[No?][Where’d you hear that?]

[therewas a pic on fb][u were tagged][it showed up on my feed]

[I haventbeen on fb recently][Lemme check]

[Oooooh][Yeah no][I wasn’t even aware this was taken][And the comments are baseless][I barely spoke to her][There was no ‘chemistry brewing’]

[shescute tho]

[Yeah Iguess?][Objectively][But not really interested][She doesn’t go to my school][And we met for like five seconds]

[datingimplies getting to kno eachother]

[Yeah but][Idk][Just nothing clicked?][And I wasn’t even looking for anything going to the thing either so][What about you?]

[watabout me?]

[You thinkshe’s cute][She your type?]

[no]

 [Am I notgetting more than that?]

[i’mmore into a dif set of anatomy]

[?????]

[shesnot a he]

[Oh][OH][You’re]

[homo]

[Oh]

[ifthats a problem u should delete my number]

[NO][Not a prob at all][Sorry][Just surpside][Supreied][SURPRISED][Fuck][I’m sorry]

[usaid that alredy]

[Well I am][Could have responded better]

[couldaresponded worse][so][not a prob?]

[Coursenot][That’d be stupid for one][And hypocrtical for antoher]

[hypocritical?]

[I’m bi][Or pan][Idk][Still nto sure about the difference tbh][Nd I have a friend who’s ace]

[nanami?]

[I cannot divulge something that isnot mine to tell]

[she let it slip when we werecleaning up after culture fest][sonia and mioda bugged her bout if u two were dating][hanamura wanted to know bout ur sex life]

[Hanamurascares me][And yes to Chiaki being my ace friend]

[hanamurascares everyone][u basically gave it away with ur notanswr answer]

[Shedoesn’t care][But I still didn’t actually confirm or deny][Because that would be rude][(◡‿◡✿)]

[fuckoff][dont u dare start using those kaomoji things like nanami]

[(。・ω・。)][( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)][*｡:ﾟ+\(^‿^✿)]

[imgonna block u]

[(◕‸◕✿) *pout*]

Theydon’t re-visit the topic of sexuality again and settle back into their frequentback and forth texting. Hajime’s still teased at school but once he finallycaves and lets his classmates know that he is not texting a girl, but a boyfrom Chiaki’s class at Hope’s Peak, all interest in his affairs are lost.

Winteris fast approaching and with that comes the school culture festivals foreveryone other than Hope’s Peak, who have their festival earlier because no onewould go to any other school event if Hope’s Peak is allowing outsiders to touraround. Hajime’s class decides what to do rather quickly since no one’s allthat interested in putting too much effort, but Hajime still ends up being runragged with the rest of his class in the last minute preparations.

[I hateculture fests]

[culturefest?]

[Yeah][My school’s one is coming up][My class is doing a butler/maid cafe][Because we are simple public school students who don’t have the resources forpink blood]

[I was kidding][Your class’ murder cafe was the best thing I’ve ever seen][Thouhg I admit I had high expectations since you guys do go to Hope’s Peak]

[it was nanami’s idea][nd hanamuras a creep but good cook][nd sonias gotta 1up everyone nd dished out money so we could go way overbudget]

[Haha][But it was great][I had a lot of fun]

[Btw][Your birthday’s coming up right?]

[no][y?]

[Is yourbirthday not during the winter?]

[itsin aug]

[But yourname is FUYUhiko]

[ndmy sis is natsumi but her birthdays in march]

[But][That doesn’t make sense]

[blameour parents]

Hajime’sculture festival comes and goes. It goes fairly well in his opinion, even ifhis butler uniform ended up shrinking in the wash and it was too late to fix. He’spretty sure his pants were borderline indecent with how tight they were and thefact that he had felt far too many eyes on his ass and crotch region during theday was not comforting in the least. No real disturbances occurred though, other than when Chiaki came by and was recognizedby video game enthusiasts and Hope’s Peak admirers.

[thoughtu were doing a butler cafe not a host club]

[?????]

[[image]]

[Where didyou get that???]

[ihave my sources][could u not find pants that werent 3 szies too small?]

[It shrankin the wash okay][But oh god][Did I look that bad all day???][Kill me]

[udidn’t look bad][how many ppl asked u out this time?]

[None??][Though now I know why girls kept giggling when I turned my back][I don’t know if I can show my face at school again]

[theywere prob giggling cuz u have a nice ass]

[Ha ha]

[urnot ugly idiot][i bet tons of girls are crushing on u at school][nd guys][im surprised ur single]

[Shut up][If it’s a surprise anyone is single it’s you][You’re funny, snarky, smart, and really attractive][And you pretend like you’re relaly grumpy and antisocial][But when Chiaki talks about school and you come up you’re always taking part][And the fact that you’re secretly really toned][Like seeing those beach pictures on Koizumi’s fb][Oh my god][And your eyes][If they look that gorg in candid photos I don’t want to imagine in rl][And I’m just this normal whatever][Mediocre in every way]

[Uh][Pretend I never said all that?]

[didu fb stalk me on other ppl’s fb?][nd ask nanmi to spy on me for u?]

[No]

[Maybe][No to the spying][Maybe I would ask about you though?][I’m sorry]

[ur not mediocre][wanna talk about pretty eyes?][and secretly toned bodies?][if u wore clothes that didnt swallow u][ud be batting away pple who wanna date/fuck u][nd ur eyes are the ones that are gorg and unique][u have any idea how many times ive thought of wanting to see em in person?][nad how nanami talks about u all the time][i knew of u before the whole mistexting crap][but as nanmi’s annoying notboyfriend][and now i get hwy she praises u so much][anyone would be lucky to go out with you][ur stupidly nice and considerate][but also a sarcastic little shit u cant hate]

[You don’t need to say nice thingsto me just cuz I made a fool of myself just now]

[imflirting wth u dumbass]

[Oh]

Hajime is typing…

Hajime is typing…

[uever gonna finish ur reply]

[I’mpanicking][Give me a break][I don’t know how to respond]

[fine][go on a date with me?][ y ( ) n ( )]

[How did Inever realize how dorky you are]

[fuckinjust anser or ill punch ur stupid face]

[Maybe I’drather you kiss it]

 [andi’m a dork?][fucking loser]

[Shut up][You didn’t say no though]

[ustill havent answered me]

[You first]

[fucku i asked first]

[I askedsecond]

[HINATAI S2G I WILL SHANK U]

[I’m sorry][I default to annoying when im embbarsed and dont know waht im doing][I want you to kiss me. I want to kiss you][So yes please]

[yesor no woulda been fine][dork]

“…”

“…”

“…”

“What?”Kuzuryuu finally snaps.

“This is a lot harder in person,”Hinata laughs weakly. And it really is. Especially because Kuzuryuu is even cuter in person and Hajime didn’tthink that could be possible. Also, the skinny jeans and casual button downcombo he’s sporting makes it hard for Hajime to look anywhere at the boy’s bodywithout blushing. He’d been so excited to finally meet up, expecting to fallinto conversation as easily as they do while texting, but one look at Kuzuryuuwaiting by the entrance of the movie theater, scowling at everyone who’d lookat him, had wiped most of the vocabulary in Hajime’s brain.

“Younever shut up when we text,” Kuzuryuu grumbles.

“It’snot my fault you’re even cuter in person and I forgot everything I wanted tosay.” Kuzuryuu scowls but he also turns redder than before. “See! If you canstop being so adorab—”

“Hinata,I swear if you call me c-cute or a—that, again you’ll wish I sent Peko afteryou.”

“Peko?”

Kuzuryuugives him a look that is equal parts fond and exasperated and a littlebewildered. “You could have found so much about me just from a few google searches.”

Hajimejust shrugs and looks down at his feet, “Yeah, but I’d rather get to know youby actually talking to you.” When he looks up, Kuzuryuu’s facing away but notenough to completely hide the fact that his cheeks and ears are tinged a darkpink-red, especially since Hajime’s got a 22cm height advantage. Hajime grins.“C’mon, we’re going to be late for the movie.”

Whenhe reaches forward and grabs Kuzuryuu’s hands, he files away the squawkingnoise the shorter boy emits as he tugs him along towards the movie theater. Inall honesty, Hajime wouldn’t be able to tell anyone about the movie they saw –he believes it was an action flick – since Kuzuryuu decided to pay back the handholding with a game of gay chicken that led to some intense public displayingof affection. They’re lucky the theater was mostly empty and they chose seatstowards the back. Hajime’s mental notes of Kuzuryuu by the end of the movieinclude several points relating to the plushness of Kuzuryuu’s lips, the factthat Kuzuryuu’s palate is quite the sensitive spot, and that Kuzuryuu has totry extremely hard to remain quiet.

#ask #kuzuhina #hinata hajime #kuzuryuu fuyuhiko #sdr2 #dangan ronpa #danganronpa #super dangan ronpa 2 #anonymous #my writing #tumblr fic

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The Health Diaries: The 20 something clueless girl

Photo Credit: By Hammer & Tusk on Unsplash

Based off NewYork Magazine’s weekly Sex Diaries, ‘Health Diaries’ series is a collection of routines from anonymous real people where they record a week of their lives about food, nutrition, and health  — with strange, realistic, often helpful, and always revealing results.

Today’s diary is by a 23-year-old woman who is an art and design student from North India.

DAY ONE

8:15 a.m. A usual start: The noise of mum working in kitchen wakes me up; I never used an alarm in the morning. Typical morning scramble — a quick visit to the restroom and then shower, a couple of bread slices with butter in breakfast and then packing the college bag with lunch. Now I have half an hour to get to college.

Noon. I’m still in class about to go out to have my lunch. While sitting with a friend silently, she suddenly starts talking about her dark skin, double chin, and imperfection all around. I can feel her. But I am hungry. So I try to avoid her and get up to leave for lunch.

In the lunchroom, the discussion continues. She tells me that she used to do exercise every day but due to heavy study load and extra housework, she doesn��t have time to do exercise. I’m listening to her but my mind wants to know what’s inside my lunch box. The food in that box must be cold by now but I don’t care. I’m hungryyyy. Sorry dear, now I can’t take it anymore.

I open my box, ask my friend to join me but she says she is not hungry. I start eating my lunch while she scrolls her Facebook feed. She smirks sometimes while looking down at her mobile screen. After the break, we need to go back to class for next lecture.

Usually, I am busy at this time creating artworks and writing essays while chatting with friends but today I am staring at a lizard on one of the dirty walls of the classroom. I’m not feeling good; I know I’m not healthy.  Not that I’m sick — but I’m having a rough day physically and mentally. I do know my problem. This is a case where the food I’m having is fresh and healthy but it’s not what I want. I want something spicy, tempting, and different.

4:00 p.m. I arrive home, then off to shower. It’s relaxing. I am on my bed fondling with my artwork sheets; mum knocks my door with a glass full of warm milk for me. I request her to leave the glass the bedside for later as I was busy at the moment. She understands me so she does exactly that.

6:30 p.m. My dad and my brother are at home for what seems like five minutes and I’m off to my tuition classes on my bike. I am thirsty. I should have had some water before leaving home.

9:00 p.m. I enjoy designing and drawing artworks and creating type in this class. Having fun with friends is a bonus. Time to leave for home. I’m feeling like eating chaat (an Indian spicy and tangy dish) from a street food hawker but I resist. Mum’s dinner would be far better than that hawker’s chaat in a lot of ways. I know I am underweight.

10:30 p.m. After leaving more than half of the food on the plate, I say goodnight to everyone. Finally done with the flossing, teeth brushing and whining about a bad day, now I’m in bed; I put my air conditioner on. My hands start texting my friend on Whatsapp and doing some useless bantering before I doze off without saying bye to her.

DAY TWO

9:15 a.m. Daily wake-up; I’m being a very poor sleeper lately. This morning’s routine is especially crappy: no time to make the bed and have breakfast. I need to hurry up and get ready for college.

9:45 a.m. Sitting in class, I post a selfie on Instagram with lazy expressions. I keep scrolling the feed looking at photographs and feel worse. I need some help. This will not be a fun chat with vanilla friends, but maybe consulting session with someone who can understand me and can guide me. I will talk to Mum tonight.

2 p.m. I’ve been on Instagram and Facebook all day, sending updates. The usual time spent in texting as well. Like me, most of my friends are clueless about what they’re doing at this moment. But usually, after a few messages back and forth, we agree to stop the conversations and put the mobiles on rest. “open our pics,” meaning show our faces.

9:30 p.m. Lying in bed having a glass of Luke warm milk and still feeling hungry. Nothing strange — just a regular temptation.

DAY THREE

6 a.m. Eyes closed but I am already awake today. I am super excited for today as it’s my friend’s birthday. It’s more about the junk food: Burgers, French Fries, Pizzas, or what not. And I can’t sleep just fantasizing about cheese rolling down and squeezing in between the buns and bread base. I can think wild when it comes to food because I am ready to feast on anything that will come my way.

9 p.m. Two of my friends are at my house and we’re off, dressed as queens glitter all over for the party. We will do the makeup in the car: One unties her hair and the other starts working on lips and then her dress. Definitely, don’t want any potential issues (or hazards), should we get busy in dancing and eating.

10 p.m. We arrive at the venue. The vibe of the restaurant is impressive. It’s busy but we have a full separate section (a couple of tables) booked for the night. We are ready to settle down. The birthday girl arrives. We bombarded her with wishes, flowers, and gifts. The music was loud and we ordered our fuel. We’re showing off our dresses while feasting on the food. We’re a bunch of hungry lollapaloozas that are there to have some good time. This stuff is not easy to empty stomach— time to eat more.

11:00 p.m. While wrapping up the party one girl tells the other to have a look at her watch. We have to hurry up. We finish eating and hit the road. We're not used to such late night outs but today is an exemption. And I was desperately in need of this. I am getting tired now. By the time I’m sleepy, we’re just home. I suggest going all of my friends to stay at my place tonight but they chose not to because they say that will disturb my parents.

Midnight. I am happy with the way the night went. My dad comes out of his room and says in his usual way: “Be careful and don’t be late next time.” I find myself nodding and entering my room. Need some sleep because I need to go back to college tomorrow.

DAY FOUR

8 a.m. Still dreaming about last night and feel someone is standing beside my bed. It’s my younger brother with a pillow in his hands. I know what’s in his mind. Would love to stay in bed but I have to jump and get away from his playful hits. Still, my eyes are closed and giddy after last night. After some more hit and miss, he left me to get ready for the college.

3:30 p.m. I’m almost home after a better than usual day at college. I remember all my friends from last night were talking about the party. Being not a pococurante, I leave for home. Once I am in my room after a shower, I call my mum into my room. She’s a bit confused when she sees me smiling. She asks: “You enjoyed last night?” I nod. I need to spend some quality time with family while having dinner.

9:30 p.m. I call the day off at the tuition. Dinner is ready. I am helping Mum at the dining table. Calling dad and brother for it; served them food. I am pleased with myself. Tonight, it’s all about my kind of dinner: Rice, Kadi, Garlic Naan, Paneer (Cottage Cheese), and different types of pickles. But I’m more interested in talking to everyone.

10:15 p.m. Everyone is done with dinner but I’m still toying with my leftovers. Brother makes fun of me because of my slow eating habit.  Ultimately, I finish my dinner somehow and help mum clean the dishes.

11 p.m. Back in my room cuddling with my pillow. Switching off the lights, I doze off immediately.

Midnight. I feel thirsty and rush out for a glass of water in the kitchen. I should keep a jug of water in my room from tomorrow.

DAY FIVE

7 a.m. TGIF (Thank God It’s Friday)

There is nothing special about the day apart from the fact.

9:20 a.m. One of my friends tells me she is going to Canada during the holidays after our exams. We’re excited and start discussing what’s she’s going to buy for the trip and what she’s going to get for us. We’re bitches.

Noon. Lunch with friends while we continue our chat about Canada. We bite into the meal and lean over to whisper and giggle. I have no idea what I’m eating but I’m enjoying with everyone.

9:30 p.m. The food from the party is showing the effect on me. The throat is in severe pain. I’m having constipation and vomiting. Dad takes me to see a doctor. Now, I’m having medicine and milk. I hope I won’t have a fever tonight.

DAY SIX

10 a.m. Last night was long. I was not able to sleep. I’m sending a text message to a friend that I won’t be able to come to college because I am not well today. I’m hoping this won’t last for long.

11:15 a.m. I am still in bed, feeling grumpy. I don’t feel like having breakfast but I have to eat something before taking medicine. Maybe a slice of bread with strawberry jam. I remember the doctor suggesting me to drink water regularly, a couple of fruits, and eating small portions of vegetables that's easily digestible.

4:25 p.m. I’m tired of sleeping and need to freshen up. I feel like I am in a circle moving and returning back to where I started. I am being lazy, having a messy and chaotic mind today.  I get up and visit the washroom. I hear my mobile ringing in my room; I run to pick it up. I’m glad it’s my friend. She wants to know how I am doing. I am feeling better now. We chat for a while on random topics. My responses vary from Yes to Mmmm… to a frown. Though the whole conversation charged me  

9 p.m. The day has been a struggle and I want to be on a vacation from this struggle. I don’t have a luxury of leaving my body for while and float on the clouds. If I had that boon I certainly would have used it today. I just hope the rest of the weekend is not going to be as crappy as today.

DAY SEVEN

7:30 a.m. Not going with the flow but stuck in the river, my body seems to be dead; I feel weak and the fact every part is in pain, everything.  Now I know why they call it ‘Junk’ food: a dish created/cooked by so-called edible raw substances so badly that all its nutrients vanish into thin air.

I need to take action, make some changes, and work on my habits. After debating with myself, I hop in the shower.

10 p.m. Its time to get some rest and think about my body and health. It can’t be set to be very vanilla. I need to get specifics sorted out. Let’s see what the future holds as far as my eating habits and nutrition is concerned.

“Mum, Green tea please.”

Note: I thought of writing and then submitting my diary after listening to this concept from a common friend as I found it intriguing and tempting.

To all the health and fitness enthusiasts and experts, I would like to ask for your tips and suggestions (in the form of comments) for improving my health, routine, and eating habits.

(A Message From The Editor: To be featured anonymously in a future Health Diary, email me with a week’s entries of your daily routine.)

#healthdiaries #health #diary #writing #food #nutrition #habits #routine #books #week #friends #eating #sleeping #healthparticles #healthy #life #collage #study #students #party #makeup #fashion #foodgasm #health & fitness #healthy snack #writers #writers on tumblr #foodblogger #healthy food

[thecheeverfillesseniorthesis]

The Cheever Files The Cheever Files Adventures of a Senior Thesis.  Secondary blog of @midlife-stoodent.

D-1

Had to jump the count a few days because my Senior thesis is due TODAY.  I had the due date in my planner as Sunday.  

I am nearly finished with it.  I turned in my thesis and subclaims into my prof via email, then when I got started, I used the same and wrote out my own words beneath my subclaims (I changed their type to BOLD to keep them separate).  It worked!  I am able to maintain an outline!  I tend to scatter ideas…

I am not asking for an extension.  I have asked for them all term and I simply need to get this done.  I am 10 pages in, I have three sublaims left to do, and it’s not due until 11:59PM tonight.

THIS WILL HAPPEN.

I work best when dealing with absolute fear.  Don’t follow my example.   #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 5 notes

D-5

The struggle is very real.  Still receiving instruction from my prof on my thesis.

At least my tense is correct.

BTW, I work better under pressure.  Spending an entire term on a paper has yet to work for me.

LISTENING TO:  Our Lady Peace #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 3 notes

D-7.  Senior Thesis is due this week. Thankfully I am off of work, so that’s one less thing to worry about.

My digital project is completed (first picture) and that has been uploaded.  I am still (yes, still) working on my thesis and subclaims.  I emailed a correction back to my prof this afternoon, once I hone my thesis she will get to my subclaims.

Tomorrow I have to drop off my paperwork for my Service Learning, and take the TB test.  I don’t know if all of this is going to get done before the end of the term, but that professor has given us an option if we weren’t able to solidify our service learning before the term ended.  

I think 60 coffee pods should last me until the end of the week?  Last term I went through 80 in a week and a half, and this term is way harder.  I may need more… #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#Seniorthesis#starbucks 3 notes

D-15.  Rough Draft final draft, if that makes sense.  I am truly blessed to have an amazing advisor/professor who gave us an extension (read: mercy) to turn it in for our rough draft workshop.  I have until 6AM tomorrow morning to get this uploaded. **weeps with gratefulness**

Did I ever mention the size of my Senior Thesis class?  There’s myself, and two other ladies.  One of the many benefits of attending a small, private university.

I admit, I did the usual “check-out” in the middle of the term, where I was watching You Tube videos instead of writing.  Then today, when the module for Week 8 comes out, we get the admonishment to not check out.  

I am reeling myself back in.  

Sumikko guroshi page flags for for ultimate win!

LISTENING TO:  The Cure Disintegration #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis#sumikkoguroshi#obviouslyilovemycoffee 4 notes

D-18

Rough draft time.  Have my most excellent feedback from my professor to help, as well as my own lightbulb moment.  All I need now is the time to get it written.  She did extend the due date for us, which I absolutely love because our drafts go into a workshop for final editing.  

I miscalculated my vacation time from work, it’s next week, and I should have asked for this week, or even the rest of the month off.

Oh well.  It will get done.

LISTENING TO:  Morrissey’s Viva Hate #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 1 note

D-25.  25 days left to go.

Along with my essay, I also have to complete a digital assignment as part of my grade to add to my portfolio.  Ovid’s Metamorphoses arrived via Amazon Student Prime today.  Yes, Ovid + Cheever=Digital Project.  It’s going to be awesome.

Still trying to raise my thesis from the bowels of hell.  I was going to discuss the agency of the various rooms used in “A Country Husband” but I realized I needed to narrow that focus, so I am doing the agency of living rooms in the text.  Of course, it throws my rough draft right out the window…

I love my Starbucks cup. #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis#metamorphoses#starbucks#seemyfilofax? 7 notes

My First Draft is turned in, a minute past my self-imposed deadline of 5AM. I am so thankful my boss let me leave work two hours early so I could go home, nap, and finish this madness.  I am not good at first drafts…a final copy I can do, but first drafts?  My mind is still a jumble of thoughts and quotes.

After I uploaded my draft, I found an article on John Cheever that said he isn’t taught in schools anymore, if he ever really was.  I find that to be a big old shame because the man is brilliant.  Needless to say, even though I had already turned in my draft, I am now determined to make my paper a testament to his literary greatness.  The man should be taught in schools, students are really missing out.

I am going to sleep the sleep of a student who has been burning the candle at both ends, what with full-time work and three classes to deal with.   #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 1 note

Literary TheoryLiterary Theory Senior ThesisLiterary TheorySenior Thesis 4/22/16:  Over the course of my academic career (so far, it’s only been what, two years?) I have learned working with a printout of a text is much easier for annotating than with a book.  I have absolutely no shame in destroying a book in the name of essay writing, but there is less guilt with using a printout.  This is my copy of “A Country Husband”, the first and second pages.  Yeah, I use Midori stickers to mark important transitions within the text.

I have also learned to SAVE. MY. NOTES from previous classes.  Last term, I took Literary Theory, and I need to apply a theoretical lens to my thesis.  It is times like these I am glad I am so anal about my notes, as my notebook from Lit Theory is divided by the different theories.  

The rough draft is due next week, already I have the very familiar pangs of self-doubt.  Maybe I am placing too much pressure on myself, but this paper is a reflection of me and my scholarship.  In no way do I want to come off as pedestrian, but that is my largest fear moving forward. #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 2 notes

Senior Thesis, Week 4:  Way back when I took Literary Analysis (from the same professor) I kept all of the writing “hacks” she gave us.  I printed them all up and tucked them away into a file folder.  Turns out she’s using them for this class as well.  Don’t know if the drawing belongs to her, but it still makes me laugh.  Funny, two years ago when I took Literary Analysis I was very self-conscious of my essay-writing.  Now it doesn’t phase me at all.  

I am reading Cheever’s “Letters”…the man is hilarious, dark and so right-on with his discriptions of humanity.  There’s an entire section entitled “The Suburbs”, from when he moved his family out of the city to upstate NY.  The passage I highlighted tickles me, but I have to wonder:  how often do we look at the belongings of others to remind us of who we are and where we came from?

My schedule for the upcoming week.  My days off are Thursday and Friday, so I begin the fresh week there.  Today (Monday) I register for Summer.  I have to be at work by 230PM and other than continuing my Cheever reading I have my two other classes.  

WRITE EVERY DAY.  

Our rough draft is due next week, so this is our instruction. #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspp#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 7 notes

Got my Prospectus/Annotated Bibliography done, several hours before I was scheduled to turn it in, so that’s over.

This week we will be working on our Digital Project/Digital Presence, so we get a break from writing.  Doesn’t mean the fun stops, I still have two other classes to maintain.  Above is my weekly calendar, I use it as well as my Ardium Academic planner.  My “weekend” is on Thursday/Friday, which is why the dates are wonky.

As for Digital Presence, I really am not worried about it.  I cleaned up my social media when I was accepted to uni because I knew there would be a time where I had to do the exact same thing, so I just wiped a whole bunch of accounts.   #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studysop#spring2016#ELNM#Seniorthesis 3 notes

Prospectus and Annotated Bibliography Work:

This is the current time.  Not too bad, as I don’t get home from work until after 11PM, but my eyes are getting tired.  I’m indulging in a large mug of black tea, having consumed enough coffee over the course of the day to sink a ship.

I have spent this past week reading and researching.  I carry a book or an article with me at all times, because you never know when you are going to have a moment to catch up on some reading.  I had a few minutes while at the gas station the other day, so I read a few paragraphs.  

You do what you have to do to get it done.  :)

My beat up Writer’s Reference book, a university requirement.  

No, I don’t have to work tomorrow (sarcasm).

I have my annotations completed, but I need to edit them to make sure all of the commas are in the right place.  I am almost finished with the prospectus part.

I did, however, make sure Word was functional on my iPad and the entire project was accessible.  WIN.  Now I can finish this up at work tomorrow.

It’s due at 11:59 Monday night.   #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis 21 notes

Day 2:  Well, technically I am still running on the original post, but in reality we have passed midnight.  Welcome to 2:15AM.

Week 2 is the Prospectus and Annotated Bibliography portion of Senior Thesis.  I took notes of the instructions and WON on three academic sources.  I need 5 total, including the original text.  I could hug my WR 323 instructor right now, because I have become a master of Google Scholar and our library’s online search engine.  

I leave this post with a picture of my stapler.  This little honey has the capacity of stapling 40 pages at once, and for someone who simply cannot read and retain electronically, this has been a great investment.  Oh, and all of the printer ink and paper I stocked up on last term.   #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#LIT498#spring2016#ELNM#seniorthesis

Day 1:  Amazon Student Prime and Sunday delivery for the win.  My books came today! I never had a book for “A Country Husband”, all I ever had was a .pdf.  I will say, annotating on a copy is a lot easier than in a book.  So, I printed out another.  

The term just began a week ago, and for that first week we had to turn in an annotated page from two papers we have written during our academic career here at Marylhurst.  “Desireè’s Baby” by Chopin was my other choice, but I was sold on Cheever from the beginning. #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#LIT498#seniorthesis#ELNM 2 notes A Digital Accounting of my Adventures with my Senior Thesis. @midlife-stoodent here.  I am an English Literature and New Media major, and welcome to my Senior Thesis studyblr.  Check out my main blog for more studyblr goodness.

I decided to chronicle my path of the Senior Thesis to create a digital footprint of the process.  Obviously, my Thesis is on John Cheever, his short story “The Country Husband” to be exact.  I chose Cheever because his stories about the middle class intrigue me.  

So!  Lets get this started!  I will be following the usual #studyblr format. #thecheeverfiles#studyblr#studyspo#spring2016#LIT498#seniorthesis#ELNM 1 note