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88m33 · 1 year

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December 19th, 2022--LIFE UPDATE

HOLY FUCK

Guys, these past few weeks have been a fucking roller coaster and it never stops. Where do I even start?

Let's start with school. I'm done with the semester! It's over! Hell is a two-week time period and I have escaped! Thank the fucking lord. I took my last two finals today and I never have to do economics work again. I get to relax for two weeks before my winter class. Actually, I get to study for my LSAT nonstop for two weeks but, hey, that's better than ever doing an HR assignment or talking about the economic history of a country again. I am sad to leave MGT 480, though. I love that professor and I had so much fun in that class. I'd take it over again if I could. He said we had the best paper and presentation in the class and wasn't surprised in the least bit. I take that as a very good compliment.

Now, work? Work is the same as it always is: I love the people and the job, but the work is a bitch. It's not hard, just boring. I love sitting in empty exhibits and telling old people not to touch the art (even though it should be common fucking sense). I love my co-workers so much. We had a holiday party two weeks ago and I almost forgot how good of a group we have until we all sat down together and talked and laughed. They are so great. I'm going to be so sad to leave them in the summer. I went out with a few co-workers to a bar near the museum and we hung out until like 11pm. I had such great, deep conversations with them and I smoked my first cigarette. I will try not to smoke again though, because it is so much more addictive than a nicotine vape. Like, the opportunity to have another cigarette was on my mind for like a week after and I can't let myself live like that. I don't know what it was--the more natural inhale feeling than a vape, or the tobacco flavor, or the smell? I don't know, man, but I know it's an expensive and dangerous vice to have and I can't do that to myself.

Oh, boy, let's get into my crazy love life for a second. This will be split into two sections because there's, uh, there's two of them?

Let's start with the Englishman. This story really starts about a year ago. I was sitting outside of the Panera on campus, eating my food and doing my homework, when this guy walks up to me and asks if he can use the outlet next to me to charge his phone. Of course, being the wonderfully amazing person I am, I say yes and he sits down in front of me to charge it. We get into a conversation and talk for like an hour and a half. He tells me he's an exchange student from the University of Cardiff and is studying architecture. He's got friends that live here and is visiting them on campus. And that's it. He asks if we can be friends, we swap Instagrams, and then he walks away, never to be seen again... SIKE fast-forward to a few weeks ago. He sends me this weird meme picture of a chicken leg being hung by some weird emoji face and follows that with "consider this a fucking warning...oh sorry wrong person". I dunno, man, I was nervous and decided to just laugh it off. He asks me if I wanna drink with him and I brush him off again. TWO DAYS LATER: he follows me on a second account and does the same thing. Threatening meme, "oh sorry wrong person", and this time asks me to dinner. I'm in my "fuck it" era so I say yes. He picks me up from my house, takes me to a sit-down restaurant, calls me beautiful, and pays for my dinner. I was in awe. Astonished. He says he's in architecture now but is going to France to get another degree in science after this school year. He says he can speak French. He also quit his job a week before. He subtly says, "Why'd you go out with a stranger? I could be a serial killer" (which should've been a big red flag) but I just laughed it off saying we've met before and so it's fine. He takes me back home and then I thought I wouldn't hear from him again.

NOPE, a week later, he tells me I should leave class. I can't because of presentations, blah, blah, but I'll let him know when I get out of class so he can pick me up at home. We go out for milkshakes (they were decent, not great) and he takes me to this park that has a really great view of the city. When we get bored, we go to a casino and play in their arcade, and then he drops me off at home. Seemingly innocent, right? WRONG. SO. MANY. RED. FLAGS. One: on our way to the park, we drive by a car crash. I mention it and the man gets unusually excited about it and turns around to drive past it a second time and see if anyone DIED. The fuck??? Two: he gets a call from somebody and they start speaking to each other in a different language. I can't tell what it is so I'm sitting there waiting for him to be finished talking. Then when he's done, he says, "Do you have any idea what I just said?" (Weird way to phrase that, but okay.) I say no and he says, "Yeah, it's Finnish?" Like it was a question. And I looked up what Finnish sounds like and that was not Finnish. I mention that he said he spoke French as well and he says, "Oh, did I?" WHAT? Are your stories not lining up now? Three: he's not going to France to study science, he's staying here to get into construction and he wants to build apartments in Jamaica. I get it that plans change but in a week? Four: He got fired from his job the day before, apparently. He didn't quit a week before. Five: He will purposefully change the subject if I ask anything personal about him. If you want to get to know me better, you better be prepared for me to get to know you, that's how dating works. I blocked him on everything, so let's hope this dude doesn't show up at my house one night.

AAAHHH okay, on to the reoccurring character in my love life: The Senator. Okay, so you guys know about the date(?) with the Senator at the end of November. We didn't really talk much after that which was really concerning to me. Like did I fuck something up? Does he think it was strictly platonic and wanted it to be more and I made it platonic? But then, HIS MOTHER POPPED UP ON MY INSTAGRAM. I was like, "well shit this would be a perfect time to talk" so I took a screenshot of his mother's profile being suggested to me and asked if that was his mom and we got into a phenomenal conversation. We talked for almost three days before I saw him again in class. And this motherfucker says, "Hi. I'm tired." AND WALKS OUT. I stood there in disbelief. What the fuck was that? So then I let it sit for another week. We say hi in class. Whatever. THEN I have a presentation that I have to be in business casual for, so I show up to ECON in a tight black skirt and a black turtleneck I looked so fucking good, guys. And when I got up to talk to the Senator after class, this man had such a hard time keeping his eyes focused on mine and keeping track of the conversation. UGH, I love teasing men. That was our last official day of class.

Two days later, I'm having a mental breakdown because I don't know how to do economics and so I decide to ask him how he is studying for the final. He says he's rereading the entire textbook--to which I visibly retch and gag--and so I ask for other suggestions because I'm not turning my brain to mush. He says he'd be amendable to a study session the next day. I'm gonna punch the fancy words out of his fucking mouth. Anyway, I agree and we decide on 10am in the SENATE OFFICES. I don't know how much I talked about my LSAT, but I took my LSAT in the senate offices and it's a very private place. Like you have to know the key code to get in and there are only windows above your head kind of private. So I meet him there, we sit down to study and start going through the Quizlet (blessed be whoever created Quizlet, you are a godsend) and we are sitting close. Like legs touching, his feet are on my chair, and he keeps hitting my knee with his and watching me when we're supposed to be reading the thing on his computer. At one point, this man does the awkward flirty shoulder punch thing guys do but he did it on my thigh because it was closer? This dude is handsy but not in a creepy way. More like, he just really wants to touch me but doesn't know how much is too much. There are a couple times when I can tell that he's losing track of his words when I look at him and he likes giving me hints when I tell him not to because I need to learn it. He's incredibly gentle. He tells me I'm not dumb or crazy because I don't remember half the shit we learned in class. He says things like "There you go", "You got it", and "Good job" when I get an answer right. That shit does something to me that I cannot explain. His voice is fucking perfect and I love when he says my name. I'm going red just writing about it.

ANYWAY, we finish the study session and we don't talk until today. The ECON final was this afternoon and I don't know how well I did on it, but I did my best and the studying did actually help. I finished before he did so once I got out of class, I messaged him saying that we should hang out outside of school, and sent him my phone number. AND HE SAID HE WOULD LIKE THAT. I haven't responded because I don't know how yet, but I will. HOLY FUCK I DID IT. That was like two hours ago and I really should respond but I'm going to revel in my fucking bravery for a little bit.

Anyway, that's my life. I don't want to get into family shit right now because I'm in a really good mood and my family isn't in a great place right now. I don't want to dwell on it. Bye, guys. I'll probably be on here again after the New Year, so hopefully I have good news then.

#tumblr diary #it’s prose this time #prose not poetry #AHAHAHHA

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veratiserum · 2 years

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(slight trigger warning? nothing explicit uh mentions of me being a bit. um. insane? and not very nice to myself) ok so i'm watching this video on why u could potentially be irritated all the time bcs for the past two months or so i've been like "oh it's just rlly, rllyy bad pms" but i just finished my period like a week ago so it makes no sense?? anyways, the guy in this video is like: u consume too much caffeine, ur burnt out, there's too much load on u, ur a perfectionist, u haven't exercised in months, ur bottling up too many negative emotions, u don't sleep enough, ur always staring at a screen and also u r not normal if u constantly feel this shit and i'm just blinking at my screen, called out, embarrassed and also,,, irritated. i mean honestly, i don't rlly know how to sort myself out. bcs of stupid fucking covid all of my exams were squashed in the time frame of october/november to may/june. i've had four sets of exams; think about it. i started prepping in september, finished my exams end october; had to complete my syllabus AND study in november, give mids in december; study, reconcile, try not to off myself; mocks in february/march and finally, my actual fucking high-school exams from the end of april to mid june. like?? when. when do i have time to be like, "hey, i should work out", any free time i have is invested in curling up into a ball in bed and blocking out the world with fucking rex orange county or watching some stupid netflix show to fill the void. i haven't met up with any of my friends in months; i went to dinner with my cousin yesterday and all i could think about is how fucked i am for my exam in 5 days. my parents and teachers and peers have this fucked up little idea of me in their heads where its like, "oh vera? she gets A*s" and i have to remind everyone that, that was me in middle school and i actually got 2 C's in my mocks bcs i'm a fucking donkey. apparently, i'm just not trying hard enough and i have no drive/desire to make something of myself. i wake up between 4-5 am to talk to my girlfriend and sleep by 11pm - 12am bcs sleeping means i have to wake up tmrrw and repeat the whole fucking process because every day is exactly the same and i'm running out of things to feel happy about. hurrah, it might rain; oh wow my desk looks so nice in the sun today; i love eating the same type of pasta for 2 weeks!! like its been over 6 months and i'm fucking sick of my life. i consume caffeine to feel okay ish for 2 hours before i crash bcs i can't stay awake anymore; i get out of bed and i want to get right back in. the other day i slammed my head across my desk bcs i couldn't memorise my flashcards and it felt like something i probably would never have ever done but hey, i couldn't open my mouth for two days without wincing and it hurt like a bitch. so. there. and all i want is for it to be june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. june 10th. and i can finally. finally. finally what. what will i do when i'm finally free. i'll lie down in the pool and let the underwater charlie brown voices of my parents lull me to sleep because, hey vera, you did a good job. we're fucking proud of you. rest up because you still have college and uni and life. and life. and life. and i might sink a little and let the water fill my nose and my mouth and let it choke me and feel my hair swirl around and wrap itself around my neck and my limbs and feel myself get dragged lower and lower and i'll open my eyes and be trapped in blue, enclosing, suffocating blue forever. right, anywayss, now i'm off to finish a physics practice paper and then stare at myself in the mirror until my eyes stop blurring over. <3

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ahgakae · 4 years

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listening to shissou makes me wanna cry :”)

#ouran #never fails to make me super nostalgic #and sad #i'm studying for a paper at like 11pm #the amount of stress and pressure i put on myself really wore me out #when this came on autoplay #god the tears are threatening to flow

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serosluv2 · 2 years

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★﹒₊‧ sero headcanons bc i'm in love w him.

student!sero

he's math smart, like he just grasps the concepts and formulas so well his favorite math is pre calc. he doesn't like do math for fun tho!! but in class he's the guy that will be all "damn i don't feel too good about that test i disent study at all!" and then make one of the highest grades. he's ok at sciences, but history and english is just a big no for him. he doesn't see the point at all !! like all the grammar and dates, he thinks it's totally useless. he is also a good study partner. his vibe is just very calm and peaceful (whenever he's not talking abt wtv him and his friends did the other night) he's also good at explaining things. like walking u through how to do the problems, why it's this instead of that, etc.. ok ik canonly he makes like not the best grades, but i'm ignoring that bc in my head sero helps me w alg.2 :| he doesn't rlly pay attention in class tho. he's that guy that u always see throwing paper balls and wtv at his friends and u think "wtv he's only hurting his own education" and then he gets like a 90% on the next test. :|

boyfriend!sero

the absolute best. that's it. he is so goof-ly (is that a word?) in love w you it's actually cringeworthy. and ok. i'm a strong believer in mean studious gf & goofy laidback bf and that's 10000% his type. ofc he loves someone who can match his energy and all that but something abt the babes that always look pissed or w their nose in a book gets him goin'. his favorite types of dates are staying in one of ur rooms (mainly urs. he just likes the vibe) and studying or just talking & asking u to do ur skincare routine on him or wtv !! or getting breakfast dinner at like 11pm on a saturday night. also he is so understanding and forgiving. like let's say ur being hella stressed out, exam season and whatnot, u have so much to do and can't figure out where to start, how to organize it, HOW TO DO IT, and so u start pushing ppl away a tad. not violently. just not spending time w ur friends or ur boyfriend, isolating itself basically, and not eating properly. so sero, being the amazing caring bf he is, tries to talk to you and express his concerns but oh no... u snap at him. not rlly at him but it's like the final straw. maybe u say something totally mean? maybe you just scream at him that u can do it urself, and to get tf out. he'll leave u alone for mmm maybe 2 hours. then calming asking you to talk. now your thinking "omfg he's breaking up w me" BUT NO NO NO ! he just wants to have a convo w you after you've kinda let it out, even if it was on him.. now when you meet him in his room ur like about to bawl ur eyes out bc u can't figure out how to apologize to him, but he just lets u come in, wipes ur tears kisses you on the forehead telling you how he knows ur sorry and just ties to calm you down and see what he can do to help. even if it's just being there.

auth note: ew this was longer than i wanted it to be. also it's pretty much just a projection on what i need rn

#sero x reader #sero hanta #hanta sero #mha x reader #mha headcanons #sero headcanons

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pens-swords-stuff · 2 years

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Hey there Undine!!! :D I'm currently in the middle of finals (definitely shouldn't be finishing my anthropology paper right now), but somehow I managed to only have tests on thursday and friday so it's been mostly a waiting game.

How have you been, though? Have you been writing anything at all, or has it been more of a focus on the fun thing that is college? :P

Also you better have been getting that good good sleep between your papers!!! Sleep is important!

Hey Morgane!!

Oof good luck on finals. I believe in you, I know that you can get through this!!! I always hated having the exams on the last few days of finals week. It was always stressful to have to wait (and pack to go home) while also definitely not studying.

I've actually been getting a ton of writing done! The ridiculously long WIP that I've been writing with my writing partner reached 750k words recently (no don't worry its not going to get published ever, we're not that crazy), and we also started a new one!

The new WIP is essentially a sequel to an old favorite that never quite manages to get off the ground. We're writing 10 years post-original concept, and it's been a really nice mix of revisiting an old, cherished setting while doing something completely new!!

You'd think that juggling 2 projects at once would make our word count go down for one project but nope. It actually increased, and we've been averaging 5k a day.

During finals, of course 😜

I'm done with all my papers now and I feel pretty good about them so! Super excited to be able to guilt-freely work on those two projects. And who knows? Maybe I'll even get back to my solo projects to have more to talk about on my blog.

For the first time since I was like... 14, I'm actually having a fantastic sleeping pattern! I go to bed at like 10PM, aim to go to sleep by 11PM. Even if I stay up suuuuper late, I'm still generally asleep by 12AM. On the really late nights by 1AM, which rarely happens at this point And even then it's a huge accomplishment because I uses to stay up till 2 or 3.

Am I a boring adult with a boring sleeping schedule now? Yes. Have I been getting sleep though?? ALSO YES

Can't wait to destroy all of that over winter break, and suffer when it's over 💔

Have you been able to decompress by writing or doing something other than school?

Good luck on your finals, and I hope that you're getting good sleep too!!!

#undine answers stuff #uraniumwriting #writer friends

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earlgreymon · 3 years

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it's past 11pm at my place, but i can't sleep because thinking so hard about this:

what does it take to become a certified “digimon doctor”? i mean we knew that jyou is a medical student (refer to kizuna), but he's a human medical student. he studies human biology and human health. sure it'd help him in many ways; maybe specifically in anatomy or how to treat someone in general.

however, from what i understand, digimon is data—data that are manifested as organs, blood, bones, flesh, etc, and eventually create an organic compound. so when a digimon is hurt, the wounds and the blood are still data. i don't think they can be treated with regular human medicine and/or medical tools. bandage (or toilet papers just like jyou did with ogremon lol) won't suffice. i'd say a digimon doctor should have knowledge about treating computer data (and virus?), because what they do basically is configuring and fixing a data in form of “digimon”. (but of course that couldn't be the sole skill a digimon doctor must have, because that would probably make koushiro a digimon doctor too...)

my current speculation is… because everything is converted into a data when you enter the digital world (refer to koushiro's explanation in the og adventure before sora was kidnapped by nanomon), so does the bandage toilet paper. maybe after being converted as data, the toilet paper will have the ✨magical✨ ability to heal digimon's wound???? idk.

also, remember when gabumon got mild flu after rescuing yamato, and yukidarumon gave him a bunch of herbs? maybe some of the plants that grow in the digital world are natural antivirus that can be used as a medicine???

i know i'm making things complicated lol and maybe this doesn't really make sense. i never trust myself after 9pm.

feel free to jump in if you have thoughts!

#headcanon??#idk??#digimon doctor #jyou kido

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alwaysbringabookwithyou · 5 years

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Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but i was wondering if you could talk about/redirect me to your thoughts about studying for your Master's? I'm starting a Master's in Literature in September, and although I have a Bachelor's in Literature, I don't feel like I have an effective studying method/not sure how to approach studying at Master's :( Do you have any advice?

Hi anonymous! Thank you for your question!

Okay so here is the skinny: I didn't actually bother doing a masters. I graduated from my BA in July 2017 and i started my PhD in September 2018. HOWEVER I do have a few tips for studying effectively.

Find a schedule that works for you. Seriously. Okay so some things will be timetabled out of your control according to your profs availability or whatever but take control of the rest. I spent my first year of undergraduate studies trying to stay up late at night to work because I thought that was the done thing at university. It doesn't work for me. I get up at 6.30am every morning and i start my work day at 7.30/8am. I go to bed at 11pm. People think I'm crazy but that's when I'm most productive. Obviously this works in reverse too, don't sit at your desk at 6.30am if you're a late night worker - do what works best for you!

Follow your curiosity! Again, I wasted a lot of time producing mediocre essays on topics I thought my professors wanted to hear about instead of chasing the things that made me tick. Since I've started doing that the quality of my work and my enjoyment of it have sky rocketed.

Remind yourself breaks are PART of the process not an optional extra. Take five. Do a meditation. Eat something. Drink some water. Your work will be better for it.

In terms of how I actually study a TEXT the process goes like this: read the text, annotate as I go anything that looks interesting or weird or is repeated a lot. Write a lot of questions in my notebook. Finish the book- return to questions, select most interesting one with the most relevant textual evidence, search those key words to find out if anyone else has written an essay on this, if they haven't i attempt to answer the question, if they have I read it and see if I agree, and if I don't I write a response to their paper with my own answer to the question. If i agree with them i usually just pick another question lol

More on how to approach a text: look for patterns but also deviations and inconsistencies, look for where it is using other texts like novels or even songs or advertisements, think about tje context of its production, if all else fails go back to basics and close read the first page to see how it sets up the concerns of the text- then think about how well it follows through.

Ask for help and guidance. Professors are scary and you want them to think you're smart but not using them as a resource is dumb af. Go to office hours or send them an email if you have questions.

Tip for editing essays: read it aloud if you have time. Actively force your brain to engage with what you've written. Does it make sense? Does it flow? Most fun if you pretend you are giving it to a conference audience that will supply rapturous applause.

Find somewhere you can actually study. If you get distracted working in your bedroom don't work there. If the study commons or coffee shop is noisy and you need quiet don't work there. If the library is cold and it's distracting you don't work there. Find a space that will keep you on track (this can be hard depending on your needs but if it is hard TALK TO YOUR DEPARTMENT / UNI ADMIN- personally I had real difficulty adjusting to how noisy American university libraries are so I talked to a prof and he was like 'you can work in this disused classroom' - solved!).

Hand writing notes helps retention and also you will not be tempted to copy and paste note style writing into an essay. Again this really depends on what you are like as a student but I used to have this massive hang up that EVERYTHING I typed had to come out PERFECT. Now I am queen of The Draft(tm). I free-write/brain dump everything I think about my topic into my notebook. Then I type a first draft - even if some of the points are literally analysed by me typing "bla bla something about sun tanning and the beauty industry'. Then I print it out and go through and mark it with a coloured pen. THEN I type it up. Not edit it. I type it up from scratch. Then I read it aloud and make minor edits and submit.

Do your readings and go to class! Not sure if you have classes but if you do hijack that shit when appropriate. Obviously don't be That Guy. But if you are in a class and the discussion is moving towards talking about the presentation of Hollywood in F Scott Fitzgerald's work and you want to write an essay on that then speak up and utilise the hive mind. Say 'what do you guys think about how this guy uses a megaphone in this part and what does it tell us about different kinds of "directing" going on in this book?' Just say it- maybe someone else has noticed something you haven't and it will help!!

Anyway I hope this was helpful but please get in touch if I can provide any more clarification or examples! My final tip is to crush it ☺

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neoira · 6 years

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Bts mafia!au reaction: You find out/ they tell you about their real job

Notes : I'm a sucker for mafia!au and I might included a kingsman reference oops

Genre: Angst

Seokjin:

For a few weeks now you thought that seokjin was acting a bit weird: coming home late, disappearing a whole afternoon and avoiding your questions, talking quietly on the phone to make sure that you couldn't hear what he was talking about.

So one night you decided to follow him, convinced that he was cheating on you. He walked straight into a back alley surrounded by warehouses. You adjusted the hood on your head before stepping into the dark area.

Someone them pulled you roughly towards them and you could feel a gun being pressed against your temple.

" Who are you, and why are you following the boss"

Shaking and sobbing you couldn't quite proceed who he was referring to. " I don't know what you are talking about... I was just following my boyfriend"

"Y/N ? Is that you?" You heard Seokjin say as he stepped out of the darkness. " Let her go." He ordered the man that was firmly holding on you.

" Yes, sir" he whispered before disappearing.

" Seokjin... what does all of this mean?" You asked shyly, barely looking at him.

" You weren't supposed to find out this way, I'm sorry. Y/N ... I'm in the mafia and I didn't know how to tell you. I was afraid that you would leave if you discovered the real me." He answered, gently taking you into his arms.

Mouth agape you silently glared at him. After a short while you finally found the courage to speak. " Seokjin, I would never leave you, trust me. But please let's go home and talk about it, I don't want you to hide anything from me."

Yoongi:

You were searching for an official paper absolutely vital to you and you couldn't find it anywhere. In your bedroom, on your desk, in the living room, it was nowhere to be found.

One last area remained unexplored though, yoongi's office. You had never been to this room, assuming that yoongi deserves his own place to work in without being disturbed.

But right now he wasn't home and you knew the timing was perfect. So you delicately opened the door and begin to search for your document. You were shuffling things on his desk when suddenly, after touching a golden lighter, the wall behind you disappeared and you found yourself facing a huge weapon collection: riffles, machine guns, grenades and knives. Astonished, you didn't hear yoongi walking into his office behind you.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

Not wanting to beat around the bush, you said blankly.

" Yoongi are you in the mafia?"

He sighed.

" Yes, yes I am."

You turned to him, your head full of questions and even if You wouldn't admit it, a slight hint of fear.

" Why didn't you tell me ?"

He gulped and closed his eyes before looking right at you.

" I didn't want to get you involved in my activities, my world is fucked up, I acknowledge that. And I didn't want to put you in any danger. I can't loose you."

Hoseok:

You were a detective, and a damn good one. That's why your boss decided to give the mission to infiltrate undercover the biggest gang in your city.

After a few months only, you had successfully earned the trust of many members and you were slowly rising to the top. Tonight, you were finally going to see the boss during the meeting.

When the boss arrived, you couldn't believe your eyes, next to the boss was standing hoseok, your one and only boyfriend. He shoot a quick glance at you before returning his attention to a man talking on his left.

" Who is he ?" You asked dumbfounded to the man sitting next to you, pointing at hoseok.

He seemed suprised by your question and answered in a low voice " Since when have you been here seriously ? How come that you don't know Hoseok, he's like the gang's best hitman."

You looked at him again. You didn't understand why he wasn't mentioned in the files you had to study in order to enter the gang. At the end of the meeting, he came closer to you and slide a paper in your pocket. "MEET ME ON THE ROOF IN 10." What you didn't know though, was that hoseok knew about your job all along, and that he had purposely deleted everything about him in your computer.

Namjoon:

When namjoon got home tonight, he wasn't expecting you to be here so early. He didn't even had time to hide his shirt before you were all over him.

"Dear God, Namjoon are you hurt?"

You were panicking, frantically trying to identify the place of the wound. When you finished to undo his shirt, you realised that his chest and his abdomen were perfectly fine. You then took a step behind slowly lifting your head to meet his gaze.

" That's... not my blood" he avoided to look at you.

" What happened?" You asked, shaking

He didn't answer.

" Namjoon are you... are you ..." You couldn't even finish what you were saying.

"Yes Y/N, I am." It was unbelievable. Namjoon, your sweet and loving boyfriend. A man who would take you to the beach only to look at tiny crabs in the sand, was part of the mafia.

You had always suspected it, but you had hoped that it was just your imagination. But now that he had confirmed it, you didn't know what to think anymore. He tried to take your hand in his but you pulled it out.

" I- I need time to think, please leave me alone." You declared before locking yourself in your room.

Jimin:

It was Friday night, you were going out in a club with a few of your friends. The music was loud and the air was thick. You didn't really like clubs but your friends convinced you to go anyway. You were sitting on a bar stool, sipping your drink when something got your attention. People around you started to talk about mafia members being in the club tonight. Bored and not really having anything else to do, you glanced at the place where the members were supposed to be. You recognised a few men because you had seen their faces on the news before. That's when you spotted him, sitting on a couch, his arms holding the shoulders of another woman. Jimin. He was in the middle of the band, smiling and laughing at whatever they were saying. You asked the people next to you about him and they confirmed that he was with them.

Angry and a little bit tipsy you stood up and walked up to him.

"JIMIN WHAT THE FUCK?"

His face crumbled. He distanced himself from the woman and tried to calm you down.

" That's not what you're thinking please Y/N Let me explain"

" What are you going to explain? That you hid your real occupation from me ? That you are cheating on me? Save it, I don't want to see you anymore."

You started crying as you ran out of the club.

Taehyung:

Today was your day off. Finally, after months of hard work you could enjoy being at home alone, chilling. You were sitting on your couch, watching TV while eating pizza when the news started. They were talking about the most powerful gang in the whole city and how they arrested a dozen of its members today. But the boss and some of his henchmen had managed to escape. Then, their pictures appeared on the screen and you almost choked on what you were eating when you recognised Taehyung among them. He was labelled as the "boss". He was the gang member the whole city was afraid of. Did he really lie to you all along ? You figured out that he did. On TV they described him as dangerous and unpredictable, was it really the same man you had been dating for 2 years now ?

You waited for him to come home. Your eyes were puffy because of the tears. You still weren't sure if you wanted to stay with him or not.

When he finally came back you were standing in front of the front door, arms crossed. He could feel that something was odd.

" Did you see the news?"

" I did" you answered dryly, firmly glaring at him.

He nodded.

" You have 5 minutes to explain it all to me before I kick you out."

He grinned slightly before sitting on a chair in your living room. 5 minutes weren't going to be enough.

Jungkook:

3am and jungkook was nowhere to be found, even though he had said he was going to be home by 11pm and you were starting to worry. You tried to call his friends but no one knew where he was and he wasn't at work either. About one hour later you heard a knock on the door, you almost ran to open it , thinking that it was Jungkook coming back home. But when you opened the door you were greeted with the sight of jungkook, bruised and covered with blood. Two men were by his side, since he couldn't walk by himself. You let them in, tears in your eyes due to your half dead boyfriend. Jungkook disappeared in your bedroom with one of then while the other one stayed with you.

" I'm Taehyung, sorry that you have to witness this, the meeting turned bad today"

You didn't understand what he was talking about, jungkook was a regular college student with a part time job, nothing more.

" What meeting are you talking about ? Jungkook wasn't supposed to work tonight."

Taehyung looked at you with sad eyes

" I see ... He didn't tell you, did he ? Jungkook is in the mafia and he's the son of the boss, things like this might happen more often as time goes by"

You continued to talk with Taehyung until he and the other man left.

The next morning you went next to your bed to see jungkook, he was awake.

" Good morning" he said simply.

" Don't good morning me , yesterday you came home half dead with people I don't even know and moreover I found out that you're in the mafia ?! What else are you hiding from me ?" You were genuinely angry at him

" Those bastards outnumbered me, but you should have seen their faces, my injuries are scratches compared to theirs."

He was trying to lighten the mood but you weren't having any of it.

" Is it too much to ask for a warning when you go somewhere where you can potentially be killed? I don't want to come back home one day and find you dead on a sidewalk"

He caressed your cheek with his thumb.

" Who do you think am I ? It takes way more to kill the infamous jeon jungkook"

#bts #bts reactions #bts jungkook #bts suga #bts jimin #bts v #bts namjoon #bts jin #bts senarios #bts hoseok #bts mafia au #bts mafia reaction #bts gang au #bts reaction

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killerqueenjoy · 5 years

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99 Question Tag

okay okay I know i got tagged to do this like a month ago on my main blog by @santonicababy iM SORRY LIN ILY BUT THIS WAS SO DAMN LONG

1) DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED

I sleep in the room where everybodies closets are and they all gotta be closed goddamn do you know how spooky it is to even have one open during the night

2) DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS

my parents do, but alas I don't use them in case they have silicones or sulphates in them because I got a whole lotta curls to protect

3)DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

if this refers to the sheet protecting the mattress, then my answer is in because how the fuck would you be able to sleep with that moving around???

4) HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE

NO SORRY IM BORING

5)DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST IT NOTES

heck yeah, but for random shit

6) DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM

nee my parents are fancy fuckers who use the coupons on their phone (our local supermarket has a damn app skskksksk)

7) WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES

a bear because its one giant son of a bitch and not millions of tiny motherfuckers and also I've never been stung by a bee and intend to keep it that way because majority of my family seem to be allergic

8) DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES

nope! I have a couple beauty spots on my hands and face but thats kinda it

9) DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES

not really but if I've been told to smile then its 200% dead inside

10) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE

i find many things annoying

11)DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK

only when i go up and down stairs, but i also try to make sure i step with each foot equally (if that makes sense) and i step on only certain colour tiles when im bored

12) HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS

the real question is have i ever been in the woods? both answers are no

13) HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS

refer to question 12

14)ummmm idk what this question is meant to be curse you Lin

15)DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS

nope, the idea weirds me out

16) HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK

none, this week and in general

17) WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED

one person and a long yet smol doggo size

18) WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK

Eddie from the Rocky Horror Picture Show has been stuck in my head for the whole week so yeah i guess that

19)IS IT OKAY FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK

HeLL YEAH DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN RAMI MALEK IN PINK

SKSKSKSKS END MY LIFE

but yeah, anyone can wear anything they want to wear (although a suit made out of meat might not be wise)

20) DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS

dudeeeee scooby doo and tom and jerry are my jam I watch them on the regular (among other things)

21)WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE

uhhm idkkkkk I tend to repress bad movies sksksk

22)WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME

idk shove it in the closet ig at least it will be hidden behind my sexuality

23)WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER

I usually only drink before or after but ig water??? cooldrink if I'm in a restaurant

24)WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN

depends on the nug

25)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD

How dare you assume i only have one favourite

tbh it depends cos i love pizza and pasta and stuff but then i cannot live with my granny's curries ksksmks

26) WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE

borhap, sing street, rhps, the natm movies, the harry potter movies, any mcu movies

27)LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU

ahhahahahahahha bold of you to assume anyone wants to do that

28) WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT

nope but I was a catrobat which is basically my preschools acrobatics team that was actually really terrible

29)WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE

nahh m8

30) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER

this week for a transactional task at school (It was in Afrikaans and I got a C skskskks)

31)CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL IN A CAR

omg no

32)EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET

not old enough to drive!

33)EVER RAN OUT OF GAS

my parents never have for as long as i can remember

34)WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE KINDA SANDWHICH

cheese because I am actually John Deacon

35)BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST

MUFFINS!!!!

36)WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME

school nights its 11pm otherwise i dont have one lol

37)ARE YOU LAZY

YES BUT MY LAZINESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS OOF

38)WHEN YOU WERE A KID WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

we dont celebrate that here but i rly want to it seems fun!

39)WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN

Ram, which is really cool because im an Aries, so I'm sheep squared

40)HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK

English, Afrikaans (at a basic highschool level), I could speak very vERY basic isiZulu when I was younger but I'm not sure about now, I know a bit of French and Telugu, and I'm gonna start learning Hindi soon!!

41) DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS

nee

42) WHICH ARE BETTER, LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS

i didn't play much with legos and i have no idea what the second one is rip

43)ARE YOU STUBBORN

to an extent

44)WHO IS BETTER, LENO OR LETTERMAN

I kept reading Leno as Lenin ffs

45)EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS

I watch them occasionally with my granny, but I don't keep up with them very well (Kasamh Se is my shit tho)

46)ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

no, im afraid of falling in general tho

47) DO YOU SING IN THE CAR

My dad and I bop frequently to Never Gonna Give You Up in the car, and also classic bollywood songs (we have even learnt the choreography for some)

48)DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER

i perform

49) DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR

well theres not exactly much space

50)EVER USED A GUN

nope

51)LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER

not sure

52)DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

most are but thats why i like them

53) IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL

we don't celebrate because we're not Christian (we still eat a lot and exchange presents tho), but it can get stressful if we have to visit extended family, mostly because my extended family loves to insult everything about me so thats great!

54)EVER EAT A PIEROGI

not i good sir

55) FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE

never had one, it doesnt appeal to me

56) OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID

a vet

57)DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

i am a ghost

58)EVER HAD A DEJA-VU FEELING

not that i remember

59)DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY

yes, I take a multi vitamin, a vitamin D pill because I'm vitamin D deficient, and im not sure if this is a vitamin or not but i take evening primrose oil so that im not outwardly a bitch due to pms

60)DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS

i wear slipper socks, because my doggo got jealous of my doggie slippers and murdered them in cold blood

61)DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE

i have one and rarely use it because i forget it exists

62)WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED

a random shirt and pants, though ive been known to kick pants off (ive been doing that since birth), occasionally i manage to get the matching pj set

63)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT

ive unfortunately never been to a concert before

64)WALMART TARGET OR KMART

ive never seen any of these stores in my country

65)NIKE OR ADIDAS

i own neither

66) CHEETOS OR FRITOS

neither

67)PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Peanuts because thats my doggos name!

68) EVER HEARD OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN

no sorry

69)EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS

i went to a bhangra class for about a year, and we performed for our parents at the end of that year (i was in one of the few groups that didnt have to dance in lehengas thank goodness)

70)IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING

probably something creative, but I don't mind as long as they're happy with what they're doing and its not harming others!

71)CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE

yep

72)EVER WON A SPELLING BEE

never entered one, having to spell out loud makes me anxious

73)HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY

i think so

74)OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS

nope

75)OWN A RECORD PLAYER

i wish

76)DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE

my granny burns incense while I'm at school because my mom and i both get really sick when its just been lit and the smell is strong. Going to the temple is a damn nightmare because of it

77)EVER BEEN IN LOVE

no, too busy fangirling

78)WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT

oof a long list

Queen, Twenty One Pilots, Waterparks, Frank Iero and the Future Violents (ffs fronk stop changin the name), Panic! at the Disco...to name a few

79)WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW

refer to question 63

80)HOT TEA OR COLD TEA

both

81)TEA OR COFFEE

coffee

82)SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES

sugar cookies

83)CAN YOU SWIM WELL

i wouldn't drown, but im no professional either

84)CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE

im doing it right now

85)ARE YOU PATIENT

86)DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING

I've only ever been to Hindi,Tamil and Telugu weddings and lemme tell you 90% of the time bands flop at those weddings because they can't sing the classics without failing miserably, so DJs are generally better. However, in that case, if a band can perform those songs, then I'd prefer a band ig

87)EVER WON A CONTEST

yep, a couple of reading contests

88)HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

nope, not planning on it

89)WHICH ARE BETTER, BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES

dont like olives rip

90)CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET

i can knit!

in fact, my friends and i are so cool that we're in our schools knitting club (which besides myself, @grandfunnyemopainter and @imjustabruh , only has 2 other members)

91)BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE

lounge or study/library

92)DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED

i guess, its not on my goal list tho

93)IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED

94)WHO WAS YOUR HIGHSCHOOL CRUSH

currently in highschool, and in love with the borhap cast, sebastian stan, stephanie beatriz and band members (theres more but yeah)

95)DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY

nope, i have only two ways to deal, be a total pushover or a total bitch

96)DO YOU HAVE KIDS

nope

97)DO YOU WANT KIDS

kind of undecided, but i do want more pets

98)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR

Dark Blue

99)DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW

my dog, shes been ignoring me for about four hours now because I stayed at school for an extra hour (for knitting club!)

@softspaceboibrian @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @im-inlovewithmycar do it cowards

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words4bloghere · 6 years

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Heyoo! I'm back with another paperhat request because...what else is there to do at 11pm? Sleep? Anyway, again of your still doing requests, maybe the time when they first had sex, but not like the actual smut (unless you want to, I just don't want to make you uncomfortable) like the events leading up to it. What caused this in the first place? Who cracked first? All that cliché crap. Doesn't even have to be in the Monsters universe if you don't want it to be. Ahh! This is long! Thank you!

I got close to the sex but bailed because I am a wuss. So, fluff and smut? Flut? Smuff? hehehehehehe Smuff. (slightly NSFW guyssssss)

It’s almost one and I’m tired. BUT THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING ME TWICE!!!!

Black Hat and Flug sat at the kitchen table as they did most mornings; Flug was facing sideways fiddling with a device while he waited for his coffee to brew, and Black Hat read the morning edition of the newspaper.

Flug did not understand the newspapers. He knew that Black Hat was aware of the internet, as it was a crucial part of his business. But still, every day save for Sunday there was the usual delivery for the morning and evening paper of Hatville News. Sunday was the Super Saver edition that came with a plastic envelope insert filled with coupons, and the cartoons were in color.

“Flug.” Black Hat’s gravelly voice eased across the table and Flug didn’t even look up. There wasn’t much that could make him react at all in the morning before he had ingested an unknown amount of caffeine. That amount changed daily so he usually just stayed on the safe side by downing a whole pot as quickly as possible.

“Yes Boss?” Flug replied idly. He had stripped a screw earlier when he had first put this thing together, and now was having a difficult time removing it for repairs.

“Explain prostitution to me.” Black Hat said. Now Flug did pause and look up, moving his head slowly around to face Black Hat. He had lowered the paper and stared at Flug, his monocle reflecting the overhead light.

“Prostitution is the act of selling one’s body to another for the sexual gratification of the buyer.” Flug answered, as dispassionately as possible.

“And people pay for this?” Black Hat asked, almost incredulous. Flug shrugged and returned to the device in his hands.

“Sure. Sometimes not much but they will. Sometimes that’s the point.” He said.

“What’s the point?”

“Hiring a person to have sex with. It’s like, buying them makes the buyer feel more powerful.” Flug said and frowned as he wrenched the magnetized screwdriver hard to the left.

“So what’s the illegal thing, buying the prostitute or the sex?” Black Hat pressed. The screw gave but Flug paused again, thinking.

“I mean, from what I understand, it’s only illegal whenever the buyer explicitly discusses exchanging money for actual sexual intercourse.” Flug continued to unscrew the backing of the device. “I mean, I guess it’s not illegal to hire a prostitute and have them just hang out.”

“This is similar to the politicians resigning after it’s found out they slept with an intern? They criminalize sex?” Black Hat asked.

“That is extremely socially conscious, sir.” Flug replied with no small amount of sarcasm.

“How much would you pay Flug?” Black Hat asked and the screwdriver skidded off the screw, flipping out of Flug’s hand. He looked up, feeling his pulse suddenly in his head.

“Sir?”

“For a night with me.” Black Hat paused just long enough for Flug’s heart to start seizing. “If it’s something we can monetize, it’s worth thinking about.”

“UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” Flug felt his train of thought crash and it short circuited his other processes. Black Hat clasped his hands together, resting them on the table, and leaned forward with his wide grin filled with sharp teeth.

“Perhaps we could auction you off.” He said, his voice low. Flug suddenly felt very warm under the bag.

Behind him, on the counter, the coffeepot let out a loud, long gurgle, announcing it had finished brewing. Flug scrambled up and out of his seat, skidding to a stop next to it. He put both hands around his mug, one that had been gifted to him by Demencia, for Christmas, in April. It was simple, showing a minimalist airplane taking off and the words “Get High Every Day, Sleep With a Pilot.”

Not the right mug to have at the moment.

“I’ll expect to see that device working by this afternoon.” Black Hat said ad Flug heard him push away from the table. Flug took even breaths as he poured his coffee, counting the seconds he had estimated it took Black Hat to leave anywhere, since he was prone to dissipating instead of walking out like a normal person.

Dumping sugar into the coffee, Flug focused on the metallic ting the spoon made against the porcelain.

His pulse still hadn’t slowed.

When he did ultimately go up to Black Hat’s study, the device was mostly functional. If the device was spun, an internal connection would dislodge, cause a short circuit, and the device’s effects would become erratic. It would also catch fire.

But why would it be spun? No one would spin the device.

Flug clutched it to his chest as he knocked on the study door, praying that Black Hat hadn’t watched a western recently.

The door opened, and a small robot skittered away before Flug stepped into the room. He heard the clicking of it skittering back to shut the door once he stood before Black Hat’s desk.

It was a massive desk, and the chair behind it loomed over it like a throne. So it was always slightly disconcerting seeing Black Hat reclining, reading.

“I have the device ready Boss.” Flug said and Black Hat folded over his paper. He hadn’t dressed as he normally did, which Flug found odd.

“Set it down.” Black Hat stated and tossed the paper onto the desk as well. Flug set down the device and waited.

“Your kind has a, strange relationship with consent.” Black Hat said suddenly and Flug raised an eyebrow. Black Hat waved a hand, dismissing his confusion, and stood.

“A lot of things are illegal because it violates the agency of another. No one consents to robbery or murder.” Black Hat went on and walked around the desk. “But, when your people legally strip away a person’s agency, then there is no such thing as consent. So, a murderer can be put to death even against his wishes.” Black Hat stopped next to Flug and put his hands behind his back. “What is murder becomes justice.”

“Boss?” Flug asked but Black Hat only grinned down at the doctor.

“By purchasing someone, you can effectively remove their agency buy having them signing it over in exchange for something. Looking beyond your kind’s shameful obsession with slavery, we can look to Faustian deals.” Black Hat continued. “When you make a deal with the devil, you sign away your agency.”

Fear now, as Flug instantly recalled what it was Black Hat was referencing. That moment he became a Villainous employee, and he shook hands with his new employer.

“Sir.” Flug said, slowly backing away. Black Hat broke into cackling laughter and Flug hesitated.

“There’s nothing to be gained by violating your agency Flug, calm down.” Black Hat said and then leaned on the desk. “I am aware of sexual lust Flug. Demencia produces it as a by product of her mere existence. But we all know what drives me.” He wasn’t looking for an answer so Flug didn’t offer one. It was, as Black Hat stated, that obvious.

“So how about we perform an experiment, Doctor Flug.” Black Hat turned, his predator grin back on his face. “Can we make the greedy monster lust?”

“Boss-” Flug couldn’t find the rest of the sentence, but Black Hat just eyed him silently anyway. “What would be the benefit?” He heard himself say instead.

Black Hat grinned wider and advanced on him.

“The same thing that drives any of the sins,” Black Hat replied. “Pleasure.”

He said yes, he remembered saying yes.

He did not remember how he ended up on the floor.

Black Hat’s tongue ran a line up his throat and along his jaw while claws and tentacles ripped at clothing. A cold mist ran over his exposed skin and Flug shuddered, hard, and felt Black Hat smile against his shoulder.

“Let’s see your face.” Black Hat whispered and ripped the bag off, causing the goggles to skew wildly on his face. Feeling air against his face caused him to panic, for a moment, but he focused now on the teeth he felt graze his shoulder. Flug tried to put his hands on Black Hat, but found them restrained by semi-solid tentacles. He clenched his hands into fists and moaned as Black Hat moved down his body.

His vision impaired, Flug nonetheless tried to look at what his boss had become. Black Hat’s clothing was gone and he had become, hazy, but with his goggles fitted crookedly on his face, he couldn’t be sure.

Worse, he couldn’t tell if it was haze or a hat on Black Hat’s head.

“Distracted?” Black Hat asked and Flug felt something wrap around his dick. The shock was sudden and he arched his back with the surprise of it. It wasn’t a feeling Flug could place and again he strained his neck trying to look. Now, Black Hat covered him, catching Flug’s mouth in a kiss.

The inside of Black Hat’s mouth was warm, all of him, in fact, was warm. Flug relaxed back into the floor as hands ran up his sides, and Black Hat sucked on his lower lip.

“Now,” Black Hat said. “Explain every variable. Every place that can be tested.” Flug blinked, his vision still fractured and disorienting.

“Okay.” He said. And the ministrations began.

Almost at once, Flug felt multiple mouths and fingers all over his body. Sharp teeth pricked his earlobe while a phantom touch ran down his spine. He shivered, causing the mouth at his ear to tug, and he cried out. A finger rolled over a nipple while another mouth bit and sucked at his collarbone.

Bites and kisses dotted his stomach, while two hands drew down the line of his pelvis with light scratches.

All the while, the tentacle on his erection slid up and down slowly.

“There is something I want Flug.” Black Hat said and abruptly sat up. None of his limbs were removed, however, so Flug still writhed in his grasp.

“Y-y-yes?” Flug asked, breathy and having to force the word out from his chest.

“Yes what?” Black Hat demanded and the bonds on Flug tightened.

“Yes Boss!” He cried out and the bonds loosened, but continued to move on and over him.

“I would like your gratification.” Black Hat said and Flug could feel a gentle probing. His eyes widened but he started to pant.

“Please.” Flug whispered. He could see Black Hat grin.

And then he saw him descend.

#jax writes #paperhat #request #asksimbaandkovu #smuff #lite smut #fic request #flughat #villainous

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sonataliadyer · 6 years

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i'm never gonna let you close to me, even though you mean the most to me — part one. ( solo. )

Location/Date/Time: The Apartment of Natalia Dyer & Ryan McCord / 12.3.17 / 11pm Background Info: Things between Nat and her boyfriend have been tense as his suspicions and jealousy towards Joe grow. Featuring: N/A; mentions of Joe Keery, Charlie Heaton & Dacre Montgomery @joeeykeery @socharlieheaton @dcreisms TRIGGER WARNING: N/A

Natalia had set up camp in a tiny cubicle in her favorite section of the library-kids lit-trying in vain to finish up a paper that was due in two days. Instead, she found her mind wandering. To macaroons and all black outfits and nights in Paris. And Joe. That was the natural turning point in her mind; the moment Joe’s name or face appeared in her conscious, it was time to focus back up on the paper. Because even The Rise and Fall of the Grecian Empire was better than reliving the feeling of wanting to kiss Joe Keery atop the Eiffel Tower. Not when she was this angry at him. Not after what Dacre had told her. Her thoughts on the whole Parisian experience were like a stormy sea: when one wave passed, another crashed, threatening to pull her under. That day she’d spent with Joe exploring the nooks and crannies of Paris had been full of ups and down. The random girl taking stalker-style photos of the two of them sort of looking like they were holding hands. Down. That view from the top of the Eiffel Tower, how stunning it had been. Up. That friend date which, at times, had felt more like a real date. Down…and also a little bit of an up. How much fun she had with that brunette boy, how much they had laughed, how easy things had ebbed and flowed between them. Up. How she felt a constant pang of guilt gnawing at her heart for enjoying time spent with a man who wasn’t her boyfriend. Down.

She knew she needed to jam the rest of this paper out and head home; she had promised she’d be home to decorate the apartment for Christmas with Ryan. Oh Ryan. He towered over Nat at six feet two inches but was thin as a beanpole with wavy hair that certain shade of gold you can only achieve by being a born and bred Southern Californian. He was a film major emphasizing in directing; upon her return from shooting season one of Stranger Things, they had been in the same intro class together where they’d bonded over a mutual love and adoration for the greats: Spielberg, Scorsese, Hitchcock, and the rest was history. Back in August, they’d moved into a small apartment close to campus together. Cohabitation, however, was a tricky thing and it wasn’t until she’d signed that lease and they spent their first few months together-the first time the delivery guy from their favorite Chinese restaurant recognized her and asked for a selfie, when Ryan had slammed the door in his face and their kung pao chicken spilled all over the foyer-that he revealed what Nat called his not-so-attractive side. He was often the picture of a modern day gentleman; other times, he was possessive, aggressive, and controlling. Nat was still trying to figure out how she could accurately predict which Ryan she would be dealing with at any given moment. It was exhausting.

The small actress slid her key into the lock and gave it a sharp twist before bumping the door with her hip, coaxing it open with arms full of textbooks and decorations. She’d texted Ryan asking for help upstairs. He hadn’t replied. Upon entering, she was greeted by the sight of her boyfriend sprawled on the couch wearing nothing but boxers, eyes glued to the tv. She could have confronted him, complained about how he hadn’t helped her upstairs but she was too tired to go on the offensive. And she certainly didn’t want to ruin their night before it even began. “Hi, baby,” she said as she dumped her things on the kitchen table and pushed her blonde hair out of her face, gathering it into a tiny ponytail at the base of her neck as she looked around the messy kitchen. “So I bought a bunch of stuff at Good Will. Really cute stuff that’ll look really good in here. I do have a little bit more studying to do, though, so we should get started sooner rather than later.” Her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Ryan remained unmoving on the couch.

With a simple shrug, determined not to let Ryan’s shitty attitude annoy her, Nat began unpacking her bags of treasures: small porcelain reindeer pulling Santa in a sleigh, a pack of vintage hand-painted ornaments, and a giant red bow she wanted to use for a tree topper amongst other things. Dacre’s texts were flashing through her head, despite her trying her hardest to forget about them. “The one person who can literally light a fire up under your ass thinks you hate his guts right now.” “…my other best friend is so in love with you that it has him fucked in the head.” She had promised Dacre she would reach out to Joe, in light of this new information, but she’d been avoiding it all day. In all honesty, she didn’t know what she would say, how she would even start that conversation. She was sure he wouldn’t be thrilled about Dacre spilling the beans on the whole thing so she wouldn’t want to mention it…but if she avoided that part of it, what else was there left to say? She was also certain he wasn’t dying for the chance to see her. Not after the way she’s spoken to him last time they’d been together that night on the streets of New York.

She was so completely lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even hear Ryan until he was saying her name with a level of annoyance that could only mean he’d tried to call her back to reality multiple times. “Sorry,” she said, turning to grip the table behind her, her gaze falling to the blonde boy who was now standing next to the couch, his eyes on her. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering how that trip to Paris went. With Joe.” Ryan ran a hand through his hair, the other held his phone down at his side.

Nat wrapped her arms around herself, instinctively going on the defensive. “Um...it was a press tour, Ryan. We’ve talked about this before. I was there for work, not vacation. And certainly not a vacation with Joe. Charlie was there, too.”

“Right. Charlie was there.” A silence settled over them but the silence had an edge, something sharp and biting that whispered in her ear that he wasn’t finished saying what he had to say. “And were you standing in line at the Eiffel Tower holding hands with Charlie, too? Or was that just with Joe?”

Nat’s eyes immediately fell to the phone, noticing how his bare leg was brighter in one spot, meaning that his screen was unlocked and active. “What are you talking about?” She asked the words but she knew the answer: he’d found those pictures. The ones that girl had snapped of them while Joe was warming up her hands in his. Fuck.

#( &. solo. )#( &. never gonna let you close to me. part 1. )#// this got HELLA long so i split it into two post #sorry not sorry

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momonais · 5 years

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I actually have nothing specific to write about. But i was reading back some of my posts here, mosts from back in the day when i was a first poster. Urgh. Hardest 6 months of my life. 6 FUCKING MONTHS. I don't know who I was back then. I was so weak, mentally, spritually, physically. Slept in sweats, woke up with anxiety, losts 12kgs in total unintentionally while still devouring dinner at 11pm once i got home from my extended days. So so crazy.

I'm 2 months into my 4th posting now, surgical posting is also exhausting but in a different kind of way. You'd have to follow your patient up sometimes for referral, for imaging, for clinic appointment, for dates. My to do section in my diary is filled with patient's names and following up to do with them. Some I can settles, some I'd to still wait for my bos to settle other things first. Then I got the news I was appointed as the next new chief. Fml. 2 more months left I still havent study a thing.

But I ask mom, very recently; does she think I look tired? Because surgical is really wearing me out. She said not half as bad as while I was doing medical. I was like a ghost. My face was obviously swollen from crying. I was slumping, with dark cloud over my face. Now I look okay, still looks tired, but somehow fine. I guess the new TDS system really contributing. We actually have enough rest as houseman. When I think back on the days we had to go back at 5pm and come back to work at 10pm during our oncall shift ( this was on paper. Honestly we go back much later, and still have to come at 10pm sharp) I can die.

As for the non existent part of me, I'm giving it a new approach. Let's see if it'll work out. 5 more months to 2020, 4 more years to 30. Bismillah :)))

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ilovett · 7 years

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How safe do you feel on campus? How involved are the security guards? Do the dorm rooms lock with cards or keys? Is there a lot of support between the students and the faculty (I'm going into social sciences for reference)? Is there a noticeable amount of racial targeting? Is the coursework generally demanding (examples from your program would help)? How's the food on campus? Do you feel safe in that area of Ottawa most of the time? Is not speaking french really going to be a problem?

Ooh okay, let me tackle each of these:

I felt super safe on campus! There aren’t security guards like constantly patrolling around, but there’s ‘call posts’ everywhere, so they’re always near by. There’s also a phone number they give you so that you can call anytime there’s issues.

The dorm rooms I was in locked with key cards, but there have been a couple new ones built since I moved out of rez, so I can’t say for sure. But key cards most likely.

There’s support if you ask for it. Basically, profs aren’t going to hunt you down and be like “I see you failed this last exam” or anything like that, but if you decide you need help or guidance when it comes to studying or writing paper, they’re usually really good about helping you! Of course, this is a prof by prof basis, and I strongly recommend looking up as many profs as you can on ‘ratemyprofessor’ so you can get an idea from past students as to their teaching styles.

I’m not really sure what you mean by racial targeting. Like nothing negative, there was no racism on campus, but there are some ‘race-specific’ groups if you want to find a community there. The ones I’m aware of off the top of my head were ISF (Indian student federation) and BSLA (black student leader’s association). These groups also (of course) allowed the entire school population to come to any events they were holding. The ONLY negative experience I had with race was more an ignorance of planning when it came to an event. They tried to do this “in my skin” event where they talked about race on campus, but they had this idea to have two rooms, one with white people, and one with ‘other’. Their idea was that it would make the racialized students feel more comfortable sharing their concerns if there weren’t white students around, but of course it came across as segregation. In addition, many people were like ‘well i’m half white, half (whatever), and I don’t identify with one race’ and that event never ended up happening LOL. But yeah, it wasn’t malicious, but it wasn’t executed well.

I didn’t find the coursework to be TOO demanding. Of course it takes time and effort, but I didn’t find that I couldn’t have a social life. You can’t have more than 3 assignments/midterms in 24 hours as school policy, so if you find that happening, you can talk to your faculty and get one of them deferred. Honestly, the only times I ever felt a bit overwhelmed, it was my own damn fault because I didn’t pre-plan and I left everything for the last minute. You get all your assignments and tests basically day 1 of class, so you know when everything is, and it’s up to you to decide how much time you want to work on something, and allocate the time. MOST classes don’t give you time to work on assignments in class, so don’t think that carries over from high school (the exception is if you have a group project with like 10 people, some profs give you a class or 2 to work on it because they know how hard it is to meet people outside of class).

The food is OKAY, but they’ve changed it up since I was in first year. Now, if you have an on-campus rez with no kitchen, you HAVE to get a meal plan (there’s about 5 that are off-campus, 4 are VERY close, stay away from St. Pauls bc it’s a 30 minute busride). It’s buffet style, so you might get a little bored after a while, but there’s other places on campus you can get food and use your meal plan (including starbucks!) If you’re not right on campus or you have a kitchen (brooks or hyman-solway) I recommend getting flex dollars (you can also buy textbooks and other merch on campus with that) and then saving some of your money for groceries and the occasional eating out. Most pubs near uOttawa are really well priced by the way!

I feel safe, for sure! I advise you stay away from Rideau Street at night (after 11pm) as much as possible if you’re alone (I assume you’re a girl?) bc you might get heckled, but nothing actually bad has ever happened.

Not speaking French won’t be a problem! Most classes are offered in English (tbh some French students have to take English classes to fulfill requirements). Some people who work on campus MIGHT speak to you in French first, but when you respond in English, they’ll switch. I don’t speak ANY French, and I got by just fine 😊

#Anonymous #food for my inbox

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