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doobean · 6 months

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AN EASY A - NAGI SEISHIRO

synopsis: There's a problem student in your class and he just can't seem to understand that he needs to put in the effort. You've already given him three chances to make up his assignments - all of which he ignored. But what happens when he suggests another alternative during office hours?

contents: explicit content, afab!fem!reader, age gap (he's 22 and reader is 27), student-teacher (duh), reader kind of a tough professor lol, also a bully too ig, sex in teacher's office, masturbation (reader), power imbalance, nonconsensual video recording, vaginal sex, unprotected, creampie, breast/nipple play, dom?reader, switch!nagi, cunninglingus, cumming on face and inside, degradation, name calling (brat x 2, good boy x 1), nagi having a big dick, happy ending :) word count: 3.7K a/n: part 3 of my kinktober event :3 SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LIFE TOOK OVER BUT I HOPE THIS MAKES UP FOR THE LOST TIME ;; I WILL MAKE THE LAST KINKTOBER FIC EXTRA SPICY TOO DONT WORRY FAM - also im super proud of myself for literally scraping the draft and rewrote this within a span of two days?? like wow the pressure is on.

There are some habits that never seem to change — even with age. You’ve seen it all, experienced it too, from emailing your teachers last minute about having to make up an exam worth over half of your course grade to faking a family death in order to get an extension, or — and this is more for students who are a bit too ‘brave’ — blaming the teachers for their inability to do their jobs. You knew what you would be getting into when you went into this job, from having to do the last minute panic pleas to now being on the receiving end of it. And you now actually feel sorry for having to bombard your past professors like that.

You release a deep breath from your nose and flick the red gel pen across a student’s exam, circling the large failing number by their name. “I’ll see you next year.” You try to sound less harsh, more on the sympathetic side, since you’re relatively still within the same age group as some of these students, but who wants to hear that? That they have to repeat a course and be stuck a graduation year behind? Absolutely no one.

You want to look away as you hand the student back his exam scores because you just know it’s going to end with tears and meaningless pleas but that would be unprofessional on your end. Instead, you give the student a small smile and a couple of pieces of candy from the glass bowl next to you.

“Sorry if it’s not much but it’s better than nothing?” God, you need to work on your pep talk. These students are basically adults, not elementary school kids.

“A-Are you sure I can’t do anything else to boost my grade?” The student starts to whimper and you have to tense your whole body from cringing at their quivering voice.

Ugh, it’s useless. Why bother begging if they haven’t bothered to study the material?

Still, you manage to whip up an emphatic frown and shake your head, voice sounding more motherly. “I’m sure it’ll be easier for you to understand next time.”

Another whine and then a final huff before the student storms out of your office. By the time the door shuts and their wails are out of ear shot, you slump back into your chair and groan loudly into your palms. Your body aches from being at your desk all day long — your mind is doing no better, having to deal with students’ cries and unwarranted trauma dumping. Seriously, when are they going to pay teachers more to deal with this type of stuff?

On the bright side of things, your office hours are officially over. Final grades will be up by tonight and you’ve completed most of your tasks with all but one student being a constant no show for the eternity of the semester but that responsibility doesn’t fall onto you. He and the handful of others can just show up again next year.

You spend some time debating your options, eating a nice, warm bowl of noodles sounds good for now but… you did spend nearly eight hours cooped up in your office and you are feeling a bit high energy right now, so stress relieving might be a good answer first.

“Now, where did I put that thing?” You reach down your desk, pulling up your purse and rummage through it looking for a very specific purple ‘massager’.

It’s super rare for you to ‘release’ stress while on campus grounds, this might be one of the few times, with others following the same patterns, but you feel the utter need to reward yourself after today’s events. It’ll only take you maybe ten minutes max, afterwards it’s dinner and then a quiet train ride home. Plus, not like you have a partner who can do this for you — you barely have time to take care of yourself, let alone be in a relationship or commit yourself to a random hook up. Sometimes, it’s just better to handle the situation yourself since it is your body.

A breathy sigh leaves your lips as you place the vibrating head against the soft cotton fabric of your panties, already soaked through by just the thought of de-stressing yourself. You throw your head back, with one hand steady with the magic wand and the other traveling up to your blouse, unbuttoning the top and allowing your black bra to be exposed in the room. As you increase the pressure from the vibrations, your free hand spills your breasts from its cups, your thumbs and digits immediately running over the sensitive nubs and plush flesh of your chest as you start to chase your high.

“M-Mhm—! Right there…” You roll your head to the side and shut your eyes, imagination fleeting to the thoughts of a male seated in between your legs, his tongue desperate and latching to your overwhelmed clit and folds while your thighs keep his shoulders in place.

You think it’s so unfair that your other friends have already settled down with partners of their own. When holidays come around the corner, when you finally catch a break from all the whining and fake wolf cries, you just have to hear your friends gush about how romantic their partners are to them. You secretly hate winter because of it. All those talks about Christmas gifts, their New Year’s couples resolutions, their stupid fancy ski trips that cost close to thousands of dollars, and then top it off for Valentine’s Day. Summer is more bearable, only because of the lack of romantic holidays, but you still get bitter from seeing their beach photos and international trips.

You change the position of your magic wand, facing it closer and pressing it harder down your clit, nearly drawing blood from your lips as you suppress back a frantic moan — a moan that’s a mix of both pleasure and frustration.

Fuck the students. Fuck your friends. And fuck this job.

“H-Haah—! Oh my god…” Your hips buckle feverishly, body quaking in your seat as you start to feel a familiar coil tightening in your stomach and a rush down below. A build up of tears start pooling at the corners of your eyes as your vision starts to grow hazy. Your heart heaves forward, about to burst out of your chest, the imaginary man just about to finish you off—

Creak.

Your eyes immediately pop open and the color drains from your face at the squealing sound from the door. You don’t have enough time to cover yourself up when you realize that a student is standing by the entrance, wearing an equally shocked expression on his face. A tousle of white shaggy hair, large gray eyes, appearing at a staggering height with—your gaze trail to his hands and nearly faint from the sight—his phone.

The sound of the door creaking again snaps you out of the phase and your arms fly over your chest, the words stuck in your throat and your vibrator falling to the floor.

Shit, what should you ask first? Has he been recording you this whole time? When did he even show up? You’re positive that you were the only one left in the academic building, so what is going on?

“Um,” The male has the audacity to walk in the room, his gaze fixated on everything but you. “Are office hours still open?”

What. The. Fuck.

You blink once, twice, and, when the student is still standing there, confirming your thoughts that he isn’t an awful mirage sent down by the Lord himself, you feel yourself internally shrinking.

“I-Is that the first thing you want to ask me?” You stifle back a laugh, or at least you think it’s a laugh. Maybe even a few waterworks for later. “Just who are you?”

But then it hits you. The black and blue duffle bag he has by his side had his name engraved on it. You don’t need to take a closer to recognize the national team’s logo and you certainly don’t need a Google search to realize that Nagi fucking Seishiro, a soccer prodigy and your apparent student for the semester, might’ve just recorded you masturbating in your office.

You manage to find an old jacket from one of the drawers at your desk and throw it on before pointing a harsh finger at the man. “Delete it, now.”

“Will I get an A?” Nagi is surprisingly blunt and, now looking back, this might honestly be the first time you’ve ever talked to him out of the whole semester. He seems to catch your perplexed look, shooting you a pair of creased brows back as he explains, “All of my other courses were remote because of training and football games… You were the only professor that denied it.”

You huff, seemingly annoyed that he thinks he can be an exception to your course rules. “I don’t hand out favoritism to just anyone and,” You glare at the phone in his hand, sneering right back at his uncaring facial expression. “I’m definitely not going to pass you if you’re threatening to black mail me.”

“Maybe we can help each other out?” Nagi offers, maybe a bit too fast and too eager.

You cautiously sink back in your seat, eyes narrowing at his suggestion. “What are you implying, Nagi?” The male shuffles awkwardly in place and your gaze flicks down, eyes widening for the nth time today and an audible gasp slips out. “You can’t be serious.”

“I need to pass and you—” Nagi clears his throat and motions to your slick covered vibrator, which is still very much on and buzzing away on the wooden floor boards near his feet. “You didn’t finish.” He rakes his fingers through his hair and adjusts the semi-hard length through his sweats with his other before finishing his offer. “I’ll delete the video, help you, and you’ll give me an A?” Nagi lamely suggests.

You want to scream, dig yourself a ditch large enough to fit you and the rest of however much pride you had left, and wither away. You’ve had students coming to you with plenty of other excuses, much more tamed than whatever situation you’ve found yourself in. And, regardless how much shitty this actually is, it doesn’t get rid of the fact that: one — you’re still sexually frustrated from having your orgasm ruined by this oversized, lazy fucker, two — you literally just got this job a year ago and getting fired for masturbating on campus might not look so great on your record, and three — if Nagi is true to his words, maybe you both can just forget about it the next day.

“You don’t get the control, I do.” You rise from your seat, allowing the jacket to fall from your frame. Your gaze hardens on the male subject in front of you as you bend down to reach for your toy, turning it off and putting it away in a nearby drawer that’s most likely filled with other student’s graded assignments.

Whatever, they’ll probably cry more fluids on it when they get their results back anyway.

Nagi tenses when you reach over to touch his arms, feeling up his toned biceps and rest of his upper body underneath the black hoodie, and he doesn’t dare to move unless you tell him to. You let out a scoff, feeling satisfied that he’s already willing to compromise so quickly under short notice. With a light tug on his sleeve, you drag him closer to your desk and settle yourself on top of it. You hike up your pencil skirt to your upper thighs and spread your legs wide enough for the width of his shoulders.

“On your knees, brat.”

He silently obliges, bending down on one knee and his hands find home on your inner thighs. You resist the urge to squirm under his touch, still feeling rather sensitive from your earlier chase and not wanting to give him any ounce of satisfaction. Without any audible exchanges, he allows you to direct his head closer to the heat of your sex, the combination of your increasing wetness and the hot puffs from his breath makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

With a quick swipe, his fingers brush aside your panties to the crease of your thighs and lean in, giving a few experimental licks to your slicked cover folds before burying the rest of his face in. Your reaction is instant. Your fingers claw their way deep into his shoulder blades, thighs threatening to squeeze the living life out of him, but Nagi’s grip is even more threatening. He stays rigid, palms glued to your thighs and keeping them in place as his tongue flicks against the stiff nub — drawing lazy circles.

Your mouth betrays your character as he suddenly decides to insert two digits, scissoring their way into your velvety walls. Nagi grunts in response at just how lewd you sound right now.

“Soaking wet…” He observes with careful eyes at your sex before looking up, a playful smirk flashes across his face when he notices the flush in your cheeks. With another twirl from his fingers, combined with the slow swirls from his tongue, your head rolls back as the torrent seems to be relentless.

With the next extra pumps, you cum hard with a shudder, vicing your thighs against his head. You can feel the leak of fluids slide out of your folds, and Nagi pushes his face inward, making sure he slid his tongue against that sweet spot of yours again. It blinds you with a final surge of pleasure, and you cry out as your orgasm shakes you to the core, nails biting into his shoulders.

You’ve never experienced an orgasm that intense before, even with the usage of your vibrator — hell, you can’t even remember when’s the last time a man has made you reach that high. Bright colors cloud your vision as you tumble through what seems like an endless bliss. Your body goes slack, back now flushed against the office desk, but Nagi’s body is still tense, his muscles twitching as he gets to his feet and lifts your legs off his shoulders.

“Hey,” Nagi slurs, wiping away your slick with the back of his hand. “We’re not done here.”

“W-What are you talking about—ah!”

Your vision is just beginning to clear up when you find yourself trapped between Nagi’s arms. He’s hovering above you, a certain dark look casts over his gray hues as he bores into your own. You swallow hard, heart beating faster when you look down to see his sweats already laid around his thighs and his cock springs free, head spilling with heavy amounts of pre. Nagi’s length twitches at the sounds of your moans and the male takes that as a sign of approval.

“What?” He leans forward, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “You’ve never seen a penis before?”

“Don’t get smart with me, brat.” You spit back, immediately tearing your gaze away from his rather impressive size. Might be the biggest you’ve ever seen in person outside from those awful porn videos online.

If you can find the energy to, you might’ve laughed at his lame attempt to have the upper hand, but Nagi doesn’t waste his time. He closes the distance, smashing his lips against yours, tongue already dragging its way down your throat. You choke back but recover quickly, hands flying to his locks, grabbing fistfuls, and rocking your hips against his hardened appendage. A sinful groan slips from his lips and lifts one of your thighs up, your ankle resting on his shoulder while he wraps the other around his waist.

You part your lips when he breaks away from the kiss, a thin trail of saliva connecting you two, and a whine spills from you as Nagi begins sliding his cock in between your folds. He sucks in his teeth, breath hitching sharply at the sight.

“Wanna put it in so bad—” He shudders seeing your slick engulfing his length. “Can I—Can I please put it in?” His monotone voice now replaced with a shaky resolve, almost as if he’s seeking for your next stage of approval and pleasure.

You reach up and cup his cheeks in your hands, eyes softening at his glassy ones. “Promise to delete that video and you might get a chance, Nagi.”

“Sei,” The male breathes out.

You tilt your head. “Huh?”

Nagi leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheeks into your palms. “Want you to call me Sei… Can you do that?”

“Sei…” You whisper out, suppressing back a laugh when you see the towering male tensing at the sound of his name. The twitching from his cock brushes against your clit making you squirm. “Sei, make me cum around that cock of yours.”

A cry escapes from the both of you when he slides in, inching bit by bit and holding your waist with both hands as leverage. You can’t do anything but throw your head back, sounds leaving your hoarse throat at the sheer size from him. Your hands can only reach his thighs, nails leaving their crescent marks on his skin as Nagi bottoms out inside of you with a long, agonizing stroke. Nagi takes his time, building a slow but steady rhythm, staring down at you with intense gray eyes and making sure the thickness of his cock stretches your walls as he continues. You suddenly feel grateful that you came earlier, the extra slick and foreplay made the insertion easier because you’re certain without it there’s no guarantee that you would’ve been able to handle this mind numbing fucking.

After a few more experimental strokes, Nagi finds a comfortable pace. You’re now starting to get used to him and it feels so, so good that you’re finding everything in your power to spread your legs as far open as they would go. Sensing your struggle, Nagi lifts one hand to push your thigh back even further, and you let out a yelp, whining when you feel him brushing against that sweet spot inside of you again.

A warm rushing sensation starts building in your stomach again and you feel as if you’re about to jump off a cliff. Your walls clamp down around his cock, wails starting to bounce off the walls and legs shaking without any means of control. You’re absolutely floored by the way Nagi’s able to make your body react this much under his touch. It’s only your first time having sex, yet it feels like he’d been making love with you for a lifetime.

Your eyes fly shut as the feeling of his callous thumbs make their way onto your swollen clit, rubbing and tapping away. Flames are riding your nerves, you can’t hold back any sort of resistance in your voice as he picks up the pace, hips slamming into yours and sounds of sex filling the air. Nagi moves swiftly and punishingly, holding your hips still and not allowing you any room to move around as his cock tears against that spot that had tears finally spilling down your flushed face.

“Sei,” You choke out a sob, throwing a hand over your mouth to try and suppress some of the noise. Though, you and him both know it’s a futile effort.

The build up of pleasure is so binding that you’re beginning to lose sense of time and place, feeling only the desperate and feral thrusts from your student. Your second orgasm fades slowly, leaving you in a pool of ecstasy, but that doesn’t stop Nagi.

Still hard and pumping, his grip on your hips only tighten and he grunts out a lustful moan. “Feels good, right? Cumming all over me?”

You look up to him, tears of pleasure disorienting your vision, and in a state where you’re too incoherent to speak — pleading only with your doe eyes.

Nagi understood immediately. He slows down his pace, leaning forward, making sure the head of his cock kisses the inside of your cervix before bending down to place one on your own gaping lips.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you?” You manage out.

He groans at the pet name and peppers your face and neck with wet kisses, lifting your leg with one hand so that he can slowly stroke back and forth inside.

One of your hands reaches for your chest, fondling and toying with your nipples while your other hand reaches for the back of his head, gripping his white locks and pulling him down for another feverish kiss. Your lips remain sealed and pressed together in a battle of tongues as he rocks inside of you, sending you yet another orgasm as he moans into your mouth.

“H-Haah—I’m close…” His hips buck wildly. “Gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy…”

Nagi finally comes undone inside of you, his whole body shuddering as coats of white paint the insides of your velvety walls. A heavy pant from him catches your ears as he pulls out slowly, eyes admiring the hot, white trail that travels down your thighs and onto your desk.

By now, you can barely keep your eyes open, both mind and body exhausted. You try to get up, only to find zero strength left in your limbs, but soon you feel a pair of toned biceps around your waist and Nagi pulls you into his firm, yet comforting chest.

You want to ask him something again, something regarding that video he took of you earlier, but you’re beginning to lose your train of thought as exhaustion creeps up. Your entire body aches and your pussy is still emptying his remaining orgasm. But, strangely enough, you find yourself not caring about it anymore.

A smile makes its way onto your features as you drift off to sleep, making you miss the fact that Nagi did delete the video shortly after and scribble a quick note next to your purse. It’ll be another hour before you have the chance to read it.

‘Don’t forget that A. XXX-XXX-0506 - Sei.’

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Princess Hellfire | e.m

Part 1 | Masterlist

Summary: in Junior year, Eddie sits beside the new girl in his Science class not expecting her to become his best friend in the entire world

Warnings: flirting, teenage romance, mentions of bullying, readers older brother is kind of an asshat, Wayne gives Eddie 'the talk'

Word Count: 6606

It starts Junior year in the back of Mrs. Bradbury’s science class, they shared a desk which meant they had to be partners all year and neither one of them really minded. He changed a lot since middle school, so she's been told, darker jeans, a leather jacket that was a bit too big for him and 2 rings on his left hand. He looked a little scary, but Eddie Munson was anything but the sort.

Slowly over the semester they learned more and more about each other, he made her laugh and she reacted to his stories as if he was cool. He showed up to class every day, he tried his hardest and at the end of the semester it ended up being his best mark.

“Do you think we could maybe, I don’t know, get lunch together sometime next semester?” She asked during their last class together, not knowing when they’d be fortunate enough to be placed together in another.

“Yeah,” he’s shocked but really excited, “you could always come and sit with me at my table? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the cafeteria?”

She shakes her head, “I sit in front of my locker usually.”

“Alone?” He asks, only getting a nod back from her. “Why?”

She shrugs, “I don’t really have any friends.”

“That’s a lie, I’m right here?”

“I’m serious,” she can’t look at him. “This is the only class where I have to talk to someone, if we didn’t sit together we wouldn’t be friends.”

“So you isolate yourself on purpose?” He tries to understand why she wouldn’t have friends. “Cause like, I’m weird as fuck but Gareth and Jeff still sit with me…”

“What would I even say to someone to become their friend?” She asks earnestly.

“You—“ the end of class bell cuts him off and he gets an idea, “come with me, I’ll show you.”

He grabs her books and extends his elbow, royally asking her to join him for a promenade around the halls. She takes it without a second thought and follows him, even with the anxious bubble boiling in her gut.

He leads her down the staircase and around the landing to the next, walking faster than she normally did to keep up and feeling a bit winded. On the first floor, he brings her over to his collection of friends, “boys, I’d like you to meet someone.”

They all turn to him, astounded to find he’s brought a girl back with him. A pretty one at that.

“This is Y/N, this is her first year in Hawkins and she single-handedly helped me pass science, so I figured I owed her… have you ever heard of Dungeons and Dragons?”

She shakes her head, “no?”

The boys gasp, dramatically, Eddie pretends to faint and fall into them, “oh, the fair lady hath broken thine heart.” The boys fan him off and set him back up on his feet. “How could you expect to be friends with us and not know about the best game ever made?”

“Well… I did teach you most of the science myself, so, It’s only fair if you teach me how to play this?” She offers, finding it incredibly easy to keep him in her life.

“We have a game tonight after school,” one of his friends adds with a lisp. “You can come just to watch and see if you like it?”

“Yeah!” The other boys agree.

She nods, “I can ask... is there anything I need to bring?”

Eddie shakes his head with a smile, “just yourself, princess.”

—

She takes the bus home for dinner with her family and anxiously brings up the fact a friend invited her back to the school at 7 to play board games… and they actually think it sounds like a good idea for her. Her parents smile at each other from opposite ends of the table, almost proud that she’s finally made a friend who was getting her to do things out of the house.

“Can I just ask who you’re going to be with?” Her dad asks while cutting into his dinner, trying to keep his cool.

“Um, Eddie, my science partner… Remember you know his uncle Wayne at the plant?”

“He’s a good kid, I’ll drive you over after dinner,” he doesn’t ask much else. Just what time she’ll be done so he can pick her back up.

“I made a bunch of cookies today,” her mother adds, “I can dish up a few things for you and your friends if you’d like?”

“That sounds great mom,” she can’t help but smile.

Over the course of the semester, she’s brought in a few snacks, even though she wasn’t supposed to have food in the lab. Eddie was always hungry, so they always split whatever she brought. It became a regular thing for them to share every day, to the point where she started asking for a second cookie in her lunch just for him.

“Why don’t you go and get ready,” she offers with a knowing smile, it was a big deal getting to go out with friends in high school, and she needed time to prepare. “I’ll clean up the table tonight, you just go have fun.”

“Thank you, mom,” she stands from the table and walks over to her, she wraps her mother up in a hug and holds her tight.

She gives her dad a hug for good measure as well, “I’ll be down soon, can we leave a little before 7?”

“Yep, just come get me when you’re ready,” he pats her back and lets her go from the hug.

She thanks them as she runs up the stairs and straight into her room. She changes into a black dress and nylons, her regular converse and her brother's old jean jacket. She takes a black ribbon and uses it as a headband, she ties it in a bow and then rotates it so the bows at the nape of her neck. With some bat earrings she got for Halloween last year and a darker blue eyeshadow, she feels like she fits in with Eddie and the boys just a bit better this way, instead of her preppy bubblegum everyday look.

When the time finally comes to leave, she sits in the passenger seat of her dad's car, a tray of baked goods covered with foil on her lap, she can’t sit still. Fiddling with the foil, anxiously, her dad finally gives in and asks the question he’s been dying to know since dinner, “you got a crush on this boy or something?”

She nods, “is that okay?”

“Yeah,” he plays it cool, “sure. I’ll kill him if he hurts you. But yeah, it’s good to have a crush at your age.”

He carefully pulls up to the curb of the school to find Eddie waiting by the doors for her. He runs out and over to them, opening her door, “m’lady…”

Her dad gets out too, walking around the car to make his acquaintance. “Mr. Munson,” he sticks out his hand.

Eddie takes his hand and holds it firmly for their shake, impressing her father as he makes eye contact with him. “Thank you for letting Y/N come and play with us tonight, sir, we’ll be done at 9, no later. I promise.”

“Alright,” he approves of him easily. Turning to Y/N, “have a good time, sweetheart. Use the school phone to call us if you need anything?”

She nods, “thanks, dad.”

He gives her a wave and then he’s back in his car and driving away.

“What did you bring?” He enquires, offering to take it off her hands but she keeps them.

“It’s okay, uh, my mom kinda bakes all day cause she’s bored so I brought some cookies and things,” she explains.

“You’re the best person in the world,” he pulls her in for a side hug and starts walking with her towards the doors and inside. “Like seriously, you know how much I love your mom's cookies. You’re going to be my best friend in no time with these.”

“Really?” She lights right up. “Cause if it's sweets that will win you over, there’s more where these came from.”

“It’s just you,” he admits with a smile. “Hopefully you still feel the same after you see how much of a nerd I am…”

“Is this game nerdy?” She had no idea what to expect.

“Yeah… basically it’s a fantasy game where we all pretend to be different characters on missions to save our town… I’m the dungeon master, so basically it’s my job to come up with the story for the campaigns.”

“And yet you’re failing creative writing?”

“No, I finished with a C-, actually,” he corrects her.

“I’m proud of you,” she genuinely was.

“Thank you,” he gives her a smile, big and toothy, making his dimple pop.

He stops at the theatre room door, “ready?” She nods and he swings the door open, “welcome to Hellfire.”

The room is dark, lit with candles and completely empty. He leads her inside and pulls the crown forward from the table, “take a seat, there’s a lot I need to teach you before we start.”

“Where are the guys?”

“They’ll be here soon,” he explains but quickly changes tune. “So this is my kit, I’ve made photocopies of the guidebooks, but you’re going to have to invest in some dice and cards if you want to continue playing… with us or another party one day.”

“Okay,” she nods along and starts to flip through the player's manual, “so, can I be a fairy or do I have to be like an ogre or something?”

“Yeah actually, can I see that?” He asks for the manual and flips her to the correct page, “right here it explains how we build the character, I don’t have any of the fairy stats yet… they’re not in this edition, but I know they’re like tiny elves, they can speak elvish or goblin, but most speak Sylvan which is the language of all nature spirits.”

“Wow, you really do know a lot about this?” She’s blown away. “This is so cool, so you like write a whole story and we act it out?”

“Basically,” he can’t stop smiling, and it’s a beautiful smile. “Um, so do you want to pick Fey as your character?”

She nods, “is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, we’ll just wing it for this game and then we can go to Bradleys and order in the other edition with the fairy information and get you started for real,” he takes out a brand new notebook and starts writing down the information she’ll need to keep track of. “Do you want to turn to page 43 and pick from one of the special characteristics, or you can roll for it with this—“ he reaches for the 8-sided die, “or even make it up yourself…”

“Okay…” she takes a second to scan the list. “I like the idea of having bird wings, like a hummingbird maybe? So they shimmer and I can fly but stay in one spot.”

“That’s sick!”

“You think?” She feels bashful all of a sudden.

He nods, taking a moment to look at her lips, “yeah… sorry, uh, so next you should really come up with a name for your character and start to think about what she’ll look like.”

“I’m not really creative like that,” she honestly just don’t know what would be cool enough to be acceptable… and the last thing she wanted was to embarrass herself in front of him.

He looks away from her and bites his lip, his face scrunches as he thinks, tapping his pencil on the table. “Princess Hellfire would be pretty cool,” he shrugs, trying to play it off as if he hasn’t been thinking of that since he met her.

“You can’t be serious?” She knows thats a big deal, to be named after his party, to have such a big role like that meant she must’ve been really important to him. “Shouldn’t the rest of the guys approve of that?”

He shakes his head, “I’m the dungeon master, I have the final say and I think it’s perfect for you, especially cause you’d most likely be starting at level three and that means you can cast the Faerie Fire spell.”

“That sounds so cool,” she gets giddy, bouncing on the thrown a bit and moving closer to him.

His handwriting is rather pretty, for a boy, but it also looked like he was trying a lot harder than normal. And he has a lot to write.

“I printed out a character sheet for you too,” he remembers in a panic, searching the table for it. He hands her the paper, “you can write down your name here, and your real human name here, and then your race is fairy but spelled f-a-e-r-i-e.”

“Okay,” she does exactly as he says, adding a cute little flame to the I where the dot is supposed to be in Hellfire.

“That’s cool,” Eddie watches her do it with a smile. “Um, next we need to pick your class… but I think the best class for you isn’t in this edition either.”

“What would it be?”

“The Artificer, but with the subclass of Artillerist to make your faerie fire even more powerful,” he explains as if she knows what any of that means. “Okay, so basically, the Artificers use a variety of tools to channel their arcane power. When they cast a spell, an artificer can use an alchemist's supplies to create a potent elixir, a calligrapher's supplies to inscribe a sigil of power or a tinker's tools to craft a temporary charm. The magic of artificers is tied to their tools and their talents.”

“Wow,” she’s blown away by him. “You’re like a walking encyclopedia for dungeons and dragons…”

He laughs, “well, yeah… I went to a convention with my uncle, and basically dragged him all the way to Indianapolis, but I wanted to sit in on some other high-level dungeon masters panels and learn how to improve my game. There’s a lot of stuff you can add as a dungeon master that’s not in the actual game, I can literally make whatever I want and lead you guys in a million adventures, the possibilities for us in this room are endless.”

“So you’re all friends because you need this escape,” she catches on, the same way he called her out for isolating herself earlier. “I guess it’s easy to make friends when you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.”

“I find that in here, you learn a lot more about a person based on who they pretend to be when they’re comfortable around the people they’re with,” he shrugs as he thinks about it. “Like, no one really takes me seriously out there. But in here, I lead my men into battle, I make sure they get out okay, and I always ensure they have the best time possible. I can’t always do that out there.”

“Thats why I like you,” she finds a small amount of courage in their moment of honesty. “I know you don’t like to show it, but you might as well be wearing your heart on your sleeve.”

“Did you know, that phrase comes from medieval jousts… yeah, knights used to wear a lady’s token on their sleeve of armour during their fights, as both protection and to show the enemy they were fighting for someone.”

She takes the black ribbon out of her hair and pulls him in closer by his jacket, “do you have your knife on you?”

He nods and pulls it out of his sock, “here…”

She cuts a bit off the ribbon and uses one of his strategically placed safety pins on his jacket to fasten it in place. “there. Now when you brave the hallowed halls here at Hawkins High, you’ll be protected by the honest honour, bestowed upon you by Princess Hellfire herself.”

He’s speechless, he just looks at her with this look of awe that makes his doe eyes glisten. “How are you real?”

“What?” She laughs, “of course I’m real, see?” She takes his hand and places it on her cheek. “Super real.”

“Super cute,” he whispers, leaning in close enough to almost kiss her when the theatre room doors fly open, causing them to retreat away from one another. Eddie almost falls off his chair, he tumbles to the ground and then stands, “welcome, Lads!”

“Y/N, you made it!”

“I did,” she smiles at them. “Um, I didn’t quite get all your names earlier… I know two of you are Jeff and Gareth…”

All the boys introduce themselves to her, and she learns the other two are Kevin and Gene. They’ve been playing together since freshman year, all with really high levels and very excited to finally have a Fairy on the team.

She’s pretty sure she’s a goner for him when he starts the campaign up. His voice changes, he gets into character and it’s honestly one of the coolest experiences of her entire life. He leads them all through unpredictable battles with mysterious enemies and even stranger allies. It’s one of the best games in the world, she could agree with him on that now.

She walks up to his open study and peers into the room, “dad?”

“Yes, sweetheart?” He waves her in, “is something the matter?”

“Um, you know how I went to play board games with my friends?”

“Yes?” His brow raises, suspicious as always.

She takes a seat at his desk and starts her over-rehearsed speech. “You know how you read me, lord of the rings, when I was little and you did all the voices and it brought me right into the world and I always wished that I could take part in a journey like that?”

He nods along, “your mother wouldn’t let me read it to you before bed because you got way too excited thinking about the next chapter that you laid awake all night.”

“So this game we played is like that,” she bounces in her seat, reaching for his hands to hold them, “dad, Eddie is so cool, he plans these elaborate journeys and we all have to use our skills to band together and save the day— I’m Princess Hellfire, I’m a fairy and I throw fireballs. How cool is that?”

“Sounds like a lot of fun sweetheart, is there another game soon?”

She nods, “yeah, it’s every Friday night… but I need to buy some dice and cards and stuff to be able to play properly.”

“How much do you need?” He lets go of her hands to reach into his desk for some money, pulling out a $20.

“I think that’s good, Eddie said he’ll take me to Bradley’s to get some, he said Mrs. Byers can order in anything we need for the game in the future too,” she can’t help but share how many plans she’s made with this Eddie boy.

“Then here,” he hands her a second $20. “You buy whatever you guys need for the next big journey to Mordor.”

She runs around his desk and jumps into his arms, “thank you, thank you, he’s going to love this!”

“Bring him over for dinner,” he insists as he holds her in a hug, rubbing her back gently, taking in all he can get before she’s too old and cool to hug her dad anymore.

“Okay,” she pulls away with a nervous smile. “I’ll see when he’s allowed to come over.”

“Tell him to bring Wayne too if he’s home,” he sweetens the deal, it would be less nerve wracking for both of them if it was just mutual friends and their kids having dinner, and not her dad meeting the guy she hoped would become her boyfriend.

She takes the $40 and puts it in her fanny pack, she straps it to her waist and slips it into her jean jacket. She had a plan, she was going to use her old bike and ride over to the trailer park, then the two of them could go to Bradley’s Big Buy together. She tells her mom where she’s going, she grabs the bike from the garage and then she’s off— mumbling that it’ll be fine the whole way there.

She’s never been to his trailer before. She had no idea which one was his, but she wasn’t stupid.

After 2 miles, she turned from Cornwallace onto Kerley and followed the signs into the trailer park and follows the absurdly loud rock music coming from the trailer in the back. All the blinds are closed, he’d never know she’s outside as she catches her breath and attempts to fix her hair in the reflection of the doorknob.

She knocks once, and then a second time, waiting for the song to start to fade out before she banged her fist against the door.

“Shout! Shout! Shout!” Eddie played the sound out, and then she gave it her all. “Coming!!”

The inside door swung open and he looked at her through the screen, a smile slowly growing as he realized it was actually her. “Y/N?”

“Hey, I thought this was yours,” she laughs, “music loud enough?”

He shakes his head and pushes the other door open so she could come in, “never, Princess, it can always be a little louder.”

“What is this…”

“Motley Crue…” he stared at her like she had 3 heads. “Come on, you’ve gotta know this one.”

She shakes her head and Eddie grabs his guitar, following along with the song, “she’s got the looks that kill! That kill! She’s got the look,” he sand along, fingers following the song perfectly, adding an extra level of sound to the already too loud trailer.

Her jaw slowly dropped as he was able to do the solo. His fingers moved so incredibly fast, she’s never seen someone play in real life before. “Holy shit!” She starts to headbang, loving it with all her heart.

Eddie can’t stop smiling, singing it back to her, as if it was about her. When the song comes to an end, it fades right into another song that he knows how to play, if not better than the last, but he quickly stops and turns the music down. “Sorry… did you come here for something specific? I didn’t mean to show off.”

“It’s fine!” She doesn’t mind, actually getting closer to him to look at his guitar and carefully strum it once, “that was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You think?”

She stands on her tippy toes and moves in just a little closer, bracing herself with a hand on his shoulder, she kisses his cheek softly, “you’re the coolest, Eddie Munson.”

He laughs, trying to stay calm and cool and collected, but he blushes pinker than a prized winning pig at the state fair. “Th-thanks, really.”

“Um, so my dad gave me some money,” she explains as she backs up a bit, reaching into her fanny pack she holds the $40 up, “would you want to go to Bradley’s and order in the dnd stuff you want?”

“Holy shit!” He takes his guitar off and places it down on his bed, “he just gave you that?”

She nods, “I gave him a speech about how much I loved lord of the rings when I was little and this was like that but I got to be a part of the ending, and I got a bit emotional so he handed me this and said he wants you to get whatever you need for our next campaign to be awesome.”

“But?”

“He wants you to come over for dinner sometime,” she presses her lips together awkwardly. “I know, it’ll be a little weird, but he also invited Wayne!”

“Wayne works nights, I eat dinner alone usually,” he admits. “I’d love to come over for dinner… do I have to dress nice?”

She shakes her head, “I don’t think so, plus they want to meet you, and if I like the real you then they will too.”

“You’re too sweet to me,” he brushes it off with a laugh and walks over to the other side of his room to shut off his stereo and put his stuff away. “Seriously, I don’t get what you see in me.”

“What do you see in me?” She bites back, feeling a little insulted for her feelings.

He turns to her with an exasperated chuckle, “everything? You’re beautiful, you’re smart, you like lord of the rings, you think it’s cool that I play guitar and annoy my neighbours, you bring me cookies and—and—

“And what?” She had no idea he had all these feelings, but she was some glad they fell out like this.

“And for the first time in my entire life I feel like going to school is benefiting me. You don’t make me feel dumb, you explain things to me in a way that you just know I’ll understand as if you know me better than I know me! And believe me, I’ve tried, I’ve tried so god-damn hard my whole life to make people proud of me, and you just say it all the time. I could spell my name right and you’d say it.”

“You’re someone I’m very proud of, and I’m even prouder in myself that I’ve managed to keep you around this long,” she admits, giving him as much sincerity as he gave her.

“You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re my favourite person in the world,” she shoots back with a quick shrug, not even noticing she felt that way until she said it. “You really are.”

He walks over and wraps her up in the tightest hug she’s ever received. Close to his heart, she can feel how fast it beats through his shirt. “You know,” she whispers against his neck, “we don’t have to go to Bradley’s today… do you want to show me some more of your music?”

He nods, resting his chin on her shoulder, not yet ready to pull away.

“Do you not get a lot of hugs?”

“Nope,” he whispers. “This is nice.”

“So I guess you’ve never cuddled with someone either?” She asks in a moment of bravery.

He pulls away and shakes his head, visibly nervous.

She takes off her jacket and her fanny pack, setting them down on his dresser and then plops herself down on his bed beside his guitar, “put something on, show me something you think I haven’t heard.”

“Okay,” he picks a tape from his collection, stumbling around with it in his hands, he’s able to switch tapes and hit play and turn back to her. “Have you ever heard of Metallica?”

She nods, “I’ve heard them on the radio.”

“Good,” he wanders back over to her, picking up his guitar and hanging her back up where she belongs. “They’re my favourite band in the world.”

“I like most music,” she doesn’t really have anything specific to consider a favourite. “Especially if it has drums, I wish I could play.”

“I’m sure Gareth can teach you, he has a set, we practice in his garage,” he casually drops that.

“Wait, practice? As in you’re in a band?” She had no idea. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cause we don’t play anywhere yet, the armpit that is the hideout won’t let us play till we’re all 16 and get our parent's permission, so we’re just waiting for Jeff’s birthday right now.”

She tugs him into his bed and pulls him back in close, the both of them settle down as best as they could, trying to fit side by side in the small twin bed. “You get cooler by the minute, Munson.”

“Yeah?” He can’t think of any other words when he’s looking into her eyes, he turns to his side and faces her. “Tell me something no one knows about you.”

“I have every Styx album there is on cassette…”

“No fucking way?” He laughs, not taking her seriously. “Are you kidding?”

“The Grand Illusion is my favourite, Man in the Wilderness is the best song they’ve ever made,” she goes into detail. “Most people expect me to like come sail away, but it’s too slow for most of it.”

“I would’ve never guessed,” he’s genuinely shocked. “Who’s the cool one now?”

“Us,” she smiles, “no matter what anyone says, we’re the coolest.”

“You know, I have The Grand Illusion…”

“Oh my god, put it on,” she urges, all but pushing him off his bed and towards his collection. “I always skip the first track…”

“On it,” he fast forwards, moving to Fooling Yourself.

She stands, pumping her fist in the air as the synth starts.

“You’ve gotta admit, this opening sounds like a kid's tv show,” Eddie teases.

She grabs him and spins him around, dancing to the music as best as she can without embarrassing herself, “and you love it.”

“Relax,” she sings along, “take it easy…”

“Oh no,” he watches as she goes into a full performance”

“You see the world through your cynical eyes

You're a troubled young man I can tell

You've got it all in the palm of your hand

But your hand's wet with sweat and your head needs a rest!”

He joins in, dancing and singing along with her, feeling akin to the words.

“And you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it

You're kidding yourself if you don't believe it

Why must you be such an angry young man

When your future looks quite bright to me”

He’s so joyful, he dances around with her, taking her hands and twirling her around, making her laugh as he continues singing along. She melts into his chest, holding him in a hug as they sway around the room. His hands soothe down her back, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head, “thank you.”

“For?” She pulls away only a little to look up at him.

“Making me feel normal,” he’s as honest as he could possibly be, something he’s really not used to being.

“You are?” She giggles, not thinking of him as anything but. “You’re cool and nice and funny and very, very handsome.”

He blushes, his eyes twinkle and his dimple pops as he tries ever so desperately to hide his smile, “you keep saying that…”

“So start believing it,” she whispers up at him.

He cups her face in his hands and kisses her right in the middle of her forehead, not just once, but twice. It’s such a rare act of intimacy for Eddie, it makes his cheeks heat up to a beautiful red.

She pulls him back in for another hug, resting her cheek against his chest and breathing him in. He smells like a sweaty teenage boy, a smell she normally tries to stay away from due to her brother being such an athlete all her childhood. But Eddie smells different… he smells good in his own Eddie way.

She drags him back over to the bed shoves him down and cuddles in with him over the blanket. She rests her head on his chest with an arm swung around his waist. Eddie lays one hand on her head, petting her like a cat a few times before his fingers start to play with her hair.

It's so calm and quiet, just the music in the background and nothing else… it’s something she never thought would happen between the two of them.

But there they were, two best friends cuddling all alone in his uncle's trailer… they cuddle for so long that the record stops, the room goes silent and they both fall asleep like that.

“Hey, Eddie!” His uncle calls as he pushes the door open, waking them both and startling them into a sitting position.

“Yeah?”

“There you are,” his uncle says to her, holding the phone in his hand, stretching the cord all the way down the hallway, “yeah, Rob, she’s here. I’ll bring her home, don’t worry about it,” he explains as he walks back down the hallway and eventually hangs up the phone.

Y/N gets out of his bed and rushes down the hallway to Wayne, “Mr. Munson, I am so sorry, we were just listening to music and then fell asleep, I swear, I didn’t mean to get either of you in any trouble!”

“You’re fine, sweetheart,” he taps her shoulder gently with a smile. “They just hadn’t heard from you since lunch…”

“And we have a porch light rule,” she presses her lips together awkwardly as she looks out the window at the now darkened trailer park. “crap… I’m going to be in trouble.”

Eddie comes stumbling out of his room with her fanny pack and her jean jacket, placing it over her shoulders carefully, “can I come too…”

“Yeah, you better walk her to the door and apologize for keeping her out so late,” he points a finger at Eddie. “Grab your things, let’s get going.”

The three of them sit all side by side in the cab of Wayne's truck, it’s awkward and she’s squished but it’s nothing compared to how she’ll feel when she tells her dad she wasn’t home cause she fell asleep at a boys house… all alone with him. He was never going to believe her that nothing more happened, they were 17 and alone, and she wouldn’t expect anything less.

The walk up the driveway to her front porch feels 10 times longer than normal. “It’s going to be fine,” Eddie whispers, placing a hand on her back as they walk up the steps.

To Y/N’s surprise, her dad isn’t the one who opens the door, it’s her mother. “There you are! Where have you been?”

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Y/L/N,” Eddie apologizes before Y/N can get anything out. “We were listening to music and I was showing her my guitar and the next thing we know my uncle Wayne is telling us we’ve been listening to music all day long and the sun had gone down, and I know she’s supposed to be here before the light goes on, so it’s completely my fault.”

She folds her arms, staring at him with a growing smirk, “well… okay then. Y/N, honey, can you go wash up for dinner?”

She nods and pats eddies shoulder, “I’ll see you on Monday?”

He nods and pulls her into a hug, “have a good night.” He kisses her head before she pulls away, “again, I’m sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

“Have a good night, Mr. Munson,” she lets Y/N pass and go inside, giving her a second to go upstairs and be out of listening distance. “You be good to her, she’s too special to not be treated as a prize.”

“Oh, Mrs. Y, believe me,” he chuckles a bit, “she’s one of a kind. I’m going to give her the world.”

She gives him an approving smile and backs up into her house, with one hand on the door, she lets out a deep breath, “good. I hope we see you around more?”

“Me too,” he gives her a wave a heads down the steps. “Have a good one, Mrs. Y!”

The drive from Y/N’s back to their trailer is quiet and weird.

“I didn’t do anything with her,” he feels the need to clarify. “If that’s what you’re worried about…”

“Oh, god no,” Wayne pats Eddie’s knee, “I’m not worried about that, but I am glad you didn’t… but if you ever did want to, and she has to want to as well. You hear me? Verbal yes, no drinking or drugs or nothing, she has to be there, all there, and want it.”

“Are you trying to give me the talk?” Eddie laughs, “Wayne… really?”

“I don’t see anyone else around to do it?”

It stings, but it’s true. “Dad already told me when I hit puberty, I know all about the swimmers and the eggs and how even if you wrap it before you tap it, sometimes the suckers still get through.”

“As much as I loved my brother, he wasn’t the smartest when it came to, well, anything?” Wayne remembers fondly. “He’s right, you should wear condoms, but the most important part is that you’re safe and comfortable and happy. Both of you’s.”

He nods, “yeah… I know. Um, thanks, really, for everything. And for being so cool today.”

“Thanks for being the good kid I know you are,” Wayne always reminds him that he’s a good kid, making sure he never forgets it.

—

No one says anything to her about it. Her brother is even home for the weekend and doesn’t say a word about the fact she was out all day with a boy. She’s almost begging for someone to ask so she can talk about it, the anxious knot in her stomach makes her push all the food around her plate, staring off as she thinks about him.

When her father finishes his dinner, he gets up, puts his plate away and heads off to his study. Her mom finishes and gets a head start on the dishes, leaving just her and her brother.

He kicks her leg, making her look up at him, “you okay?” He mouths, brows raised, his face still innocent and kind like when he was younger.

She nods, “I feel like I should be in trouble?”

“Why?”

She shrugs, “cause I didn’t come home on time, I was listening to music with Eddie… which sounds like a total lie, like something you’d say when you were actually out screwing around with your friends.”

“Dad said you both like lord of the rings,” he bites back a laugh, “no offence, but none of us really expect you to go off and do anything reckless…”

“Cause I’m a nerd with no friends?” She knew that was coming.

“I didn’t say it,” he laughs, which just makes her madder.

“You know, I thought you were going to be nice for once,” she grabs her plate and brings it into the kitchen, angrily scraping it into the garbage and handing her mom the plate to be washed.

“Kyle said he’s going to do the table tonight, seeing as he hasn’t had a chance to really talk to you yet.”

“Awe, Ky! That’s so sweet,” she calls out to him, and before he can protest, Y/N’s gone, rushing up the stairs and into her room.

She locks the door, sits on her bed and she lets all the feelings catch up to her.

This was a boy she felt so much for… so much more than she’s ever felt for anyone before, and he seemingly liked her back. This was something that could change the course of her life. Eddie was someone she could spend the rest of her life with.. which is all so silly to be thinking at 17, but it’s how she feels.

She loves him.

And the tears fall.

They’re happy, they’re overwhelmed… she can’t really tell the emotion that comes with the tears but she knows she’s not sad. It was as if everything she’s hoped for, everything she’s been so jealous of, was finally coming to her. She was going to have a boyfriend, and that boyfriend would be Eddie Munson.

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✨ Fanfiction Master List ✨

So I never really planned on making a master list for all of my fics, but I figured since it's been almost 3 years since I started sharing my writing on this account, it's probably time that I compress everything to one list (especially since this site can be a bit difficult to navigate).

All of my fics - with the exception of a few that were originally posted on tumblr and have yet to be archived - can be found on my AO3 page and all links posted below will lead to AO3 as well. Descriptions, settings, and ratings all beneath the cut!

Kristanna Multi-Chapter Fics

Still Falling For You - In early 20th century England, Anna, the daughter of an Earl, and Kristoff, a footman employed at her family’s estate, find love in a society where class differences are determined to keep them apart. 1910s/Downton Abbey AU. Rated M. Work in progress.

Change of Pace - With her sister’s blessing, Anna takes a step back from her royal duties and finds herself working for a ski resort nestled in the mountains. A chance encounter with the resort’s maintenance technician leads them down an unexpected path, as they must work together to plan the resort’s annual ball - and maybe fall in love in the process. Modern AU. Rated M. Work in Progress.

In a Crowd of Thousands - When rumors start to swirl that the missing princess is actually alive, two con men convince a naive amnesiac to impersonate the young royal in a plot to deceive the Queen of Arendelle and collect the reward money. Though, their plans are disrupted when Anna and Kristoff begin to fall in love. “In a crowd of thousands, I’d find you again.” 1920s/Anastasia AU. Rated T. Complete.

Written in the Stars - Figuring out how to go on an in-person date during a time of social distancing would be a challenge for anyone. Luckily, it comes easy to Anna and Kristoff, who find a creative way to spend some time with each other amidst a pandemic. Modern AU. Rated T. Work in Progress. (Sequel fic to Serendipity)

Kristanna One Shots

Here's To Us - After agreeing to go to a concert with Sven, Kristoff runs into his high school crush, Anna - who he hasn't seen in years since their friendship ended on a bad note. Modern AU. Rated M. Part of "Kristanna Love Songs Mixtape Volume 1" challenge.

You Hit the Lights and I'll Lock the Doors - The first argument Anna and Kristoff have in their marriage leaves them in uncharted territory, as they each have to decide between their own unrelenting stubbornness and pride over being 'right,' or owning up to their faults and apologizing. Modern AU. Rated T.

The Good Part - Anna and Kristoff have made it to the stage in their relationship where they not only keep each other warm, but where teasing one another has become a regular occurrence. Modern AU. Rated T.

Just Hold Me Close, Don't Ever Let Me Go - Amidst the crime and grime of 1972 New York City, Kristoff's tough, no-nonsense exterior often comes in handy - except when it comes to Anna, who he'll do anything for. 1970s AU. Rated T.

In This Together - Anna is left feeling defeated - and a bit frustrated - when she's ordered to spend the rest of her pregnancy on bed rest. Post-Canon/Canon Compliant. Rated T.

Lightning in a Bottle - The evening had been sold to her as an end of the semester party between friends. But what it actually turned out to be, Anna discovered, was an elaborate set up. Modern AU. Rated T.

We'll Meet Again - Though World War II has temporarily separated them, Anna and Kristoff promise to keep in touch with each other the only way they can - through love letters. 1940S/WWII AU. Rated T.

Let Me Call You Sweetheart - Though class differences are determined to keep Anna away from the man who holds her heart, she decides to take matters into her own hands one evening after a shocking marriage proposal by a suitor she has no feelings for. 1910s/Downton Abbey AU. Rated T.

Make You Feel My Love - Anna has a tendency to tell Kristoff she loves him whenever the opportunity arises - but the way she continues to let the phrase slip out leaves Kristoff wondering whether she actually means it or not. Modern AU. Rated T.

In Search of Silver Linings - After being scolded for breaking yet another unspoken rule, Anna seeks out the one person who always makes her feel better. Canon Compliant. Set between Frozen and Frozen 2. Rated T.

Cloud Nine - Kristoff is certain that the feelings he has for his coworker are unrequited, but he finds out exactly how wrong he is after a conversation with Anna presents him with an opportunity to confront those feelings once and for all. Modern AU. Rated T.

Que Será and Ç'est La Vie - In the midst of celebrating the first anniversaries of their early relationship milestones, Anna and Kristoff reflect on the impending anniversary of the worst moment of their lives. Canon Compliant. Set between Frozen and Frozen 2. Rated T.

Fix You Up - Winding up in the emergency room isn't fun, but it's certainly a bit easier to endure when there's a beautiful doctor taking care of you. Modern/Hospital AU. Rated T.

Pining for the Fjords - Kristoff Bjorgman has the ability to bring the d*ad back to life with the touch of a finger - and only a few rules. After joining forces with a private detective, Kristoff finds himself in a difficult position when he brings his childhood sweetheart, Anna, back from the d*ad. The only condition is that they can never touch each other, or else Anna will d*e, again - but this time, it will be permanent. Pushing Daisies AU. Rated T.

Vices and Virtues - The last thing that Kristoff expected Anna to do after a night of heavy drinking was to go skinny dipping. But, as always, Anna keeps him on his toes. Modern AU. Rated T.

Break In - Anna’s seemingly unrequited feelings for Kristoff comes to a head at a wedding that Kristoff didn’t even want to go to. Modern AU. Rated T.

Serendipity - Apparently, the best way to meet someone during a global pandemic is for their groceries to be delivered to the wrong address. Or, how Anna and Kristoff meet for the first time during a time of social distancing. Modern AU. Rated T. (Prequel to Written in the Stars)

Lacrymosa - And you can blame it on me Just set your guilt free, honey I don’t want to hold you back now, love. Anna shares an incredibly dark secret with Kristoff and is certain that it will change the trajectory of their blossoming relationship. Kristoff disagrees. Modern/Vampire AU. Rated T.

Fall/Halloween Themed Kristanna Fics

Everything Changes - Though she initially wasn't thrilled about going to the annual Arendelle Harvest Day Festival, Anna gets a bit more than she bargained for when she's introduced to Kristoff, a friend of her sister's date. Modern AU. Rated T. Part of "Kristanna Harvest Day 2021" Challenge.

You've Really Got a Hold on Me - After deciding to go to a Halloween party on a whim, Kristoff gets a bit more than he bargained for when his grad school rival - and crush - Anna admits to having feelings for him. Modern AU. Rated T.

Anything For You - Anna agrees to go camping despite her uncertainties, but Kristoff has a few tricks up his sleeve to make their experience more comfortable. Modern AU. Rated T.

Of All the Apples - Though Kristoff is uncertain about his relationship with Anna, he agrees to go apple picking with her, where he is forced to confront his feelings. Modern AU. Rated T.

Bump in the Night - To kick off the start of “spooky season,” Anna plans a scary movie night with Kristoff, but things go awry later that night when their real life begins to imitate conventions of a horror film. Modern AU. Rated T.

Kristanna Week 2020

Bloom - Though their initial meeting was the result of an unfortunate situation, Anna and Kristoff begin to grow something wonderful, together. Modern AU. Rated G.

Thankful - Anna and Kristoff have some special news to share with their family at Thanksgiving - though, the idea of sharing it brings forth some anxiety on Anna's behalf. Modern AU. Rated T.

Preparations - Anna and Kristoff ponder nursery themes and paint colors as they prepare to bring their baby into the world. Modern AU. Rated T.

Somewhere Only We Know - Jealousy rears its ugly head as Anna and Kristoff each bring a date to a charity gala. Modern AU. Rated T.

Don't Look Back - After their separation is prophesied by a strange woman, Kristoff goes on a quest to the underworld to save Anna. Greek Mythology Inspired AU. Rated M.

Perfection - After months of anticipation and preparation, Anna and Kristoff welcome their baby. Modern AU. Rated T.

Rapunzel x Eugene One Shots

New Dream Appreciation Week 2020

In Search of the Stars - Rapunzel and Eugene set off in search of the stars, but they find themselves talking more about the sky’s other inhabitants. Modern AU. Rated G.

Have Love Will Travel - Rapunzel and Eugene spend the first day of their vacation on a beach in Hawaii. Modern AU. Rated G.

The Glass Slipper - Rapunzel is stuck living a miserable life with her stepmother and stepsister. Her Fairy Godmother grants her wish to go to the ball, and once there, she meets a handsome stranger who may help change her life. Cinderella AU. Rated G.

Sick Day - Rapunzel catches a cold and Eugene blows it out of proportion. Modern AU. Rated G.

The Perfect Moment - Eugene tries to find the perfect moment to propose to Rapunzel. Modern AU. Rated G.

Positive - Rapunzel and Eugene get the best news of their lives. Modern AU. Rated T.

Right After - Rapunzel and Eugene reflect on their wedding immediately after it happens. Modern AU. Rated G.

Fall Themed Rapunzel x Eugene Fics

Pumpkin, Pumpkin - There aren’t many things that can shock Eugene anymore, as he’s learned to expect the unexpected with Rapunzel. Though, coming home to an apartment full of pumpkins is always a fun surprise. Modern AU. Rated G.

A Scarf to Keep Him Warm - Rapunzel decides to take matters into her own hands when she notices that Eugene doesn’t have any wintertime accessories. Modern AU. Rated G.

#kristanna #kristanna fanfiction #anna #kristoff bjorgman #frozen #frozen fanfiction #rapunzel x eugene #new dream #rapunzel #eugene fitzherbert #tangled fanfiction #my writing

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mainichi-nihongoal · 1 year

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📑日本語 Weekly Report 2023: Week 1 » 1/1/23 - 7/1/23

The above picture was clicked by one of my close friends in our college cafeteria on the first day of our final semester (2nd Jan '23). We'd gone to the cafe after our classes ended and I decided to end the day with a cup of steaming hot chocolate (our college cafe's hot chocolate is DELICIOUS!) The book in the picture is Short Stories in Japanese: New Penguin Parallel Text.

🏮Highlights of the Week:

I joined the No Zero Days Langblr Challenge created by @chenopodiumlang and have been posting updates of what I've been doing daily in Japanese. I'm really enjoying the challenge so far as it is helping me be more mindful about how I'm studying Japanese and the time I'm actually spending on different skills. I hope to utilise what I've learnt from this week's challenge to make more realistic and mindful goals for the upcoming weeks.

I joined the Read Everyday & Listen Everyday 2023 challenges on the WaniKani forums for the first time! Participating in these challenges has probably been my biggest impetus in trying to build a daily habit in practising immersion in Japanese. It does take me a long time to catch up on the replies on both of the threads & I'm not regular with the logs there, but reading about everyone's daily progress inspires me a lot! If any of you are participating in the challenges, please feel free to let me know, I'll support you over there!

I participated in an online zoom session of a book club where we read a story on how New Year is celebrated in Japan. It was fun to read along with everyone and listening to people from both India and Japan share their experiences on how they celebrate New Year. (4th Jan '23)

I've been regularly listening to podcasts in Japanese! Podcasts are my current ideal resource for listening practice, as I can listen to them during my commute from uni and then later read through the transcripts, if they are available. I've also discovered many podcasts lately, and I hope to create a post sharing them for other Japanese learners here :)

💭Some Reflections

Participating in the No Zero Days Challenge, I realised that I tend to feel overwhelmed if I end up doing a lot in Japanese in one go. Because of that, I've decided to space out my study schedule throughout the day instead of doing everything all at once. On weekdays, for example, I plan to do listening practice during my commute, so that I can have enough time for reading practice once I get back home.

It's taking me quite some time to create the daily update posts, which is why I haven't been creating and posting much on my main blog. I'm thinking of scheduling a particular time each day for writing and posting the update for that day (maybe 11pm), so that I can keep some time for creating Japanese posts for Tumblr.

I'd initially planned to dedicate Saturdays to studying for the JLPT, but couldn't make it this week. I feel I'll have to get better at scheduling if I really want to include everything I'm working on at the moment.

👀Week At A Glance

• Reading:

2 Tadoku Graded Readers

1 story on Yomujp

1 NHK Easy News Article

1 fanfiction on ao3

Pgs 1-13 of Short Stories in Japanese: New Penguin Parallel Text

• Listening:

7x Podcast episodes

Jpop songs

• Speaking:

1.5 hours of interaction with fellow learners and native speakers over Zoom

• Writing:

None :(

✨Posts for this Week

Day 1 • Day 2 • Day 3 • Day 4 • Day 5 • Day 6 • Day 7

That's it for this week! Here's to another week of productive and mindful Japanese learning! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)✧

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Our Flower| BakuDeku X BlackFem!Reader - Chapter 1

Welcome to my first Tumblr Series! This post will serve as the "Masterlist" for this fic. Chapters can also be found through the tag "our flower 💕" I'll try to update at least once a week. Follow me and turn on your notifications, so that you won't miss any updates. Enjoy - Unique 💕

Synopsis: You, Izuku, and Katsuki have been bestfriends since UA. One thing leads to another and you find yourself waking up in bed between the two future pros. No big deal, right? Well, things start to get a bit awkward and you start to get really "sick". A major bombshell is dropped on you the day before graduation, and you decide that it's best for everyone if you just disappear. But, what happens when the pair walks into your café four years later?

Warning (18+) NSFW Content| Viewer Discretion is advised.

I do not own MHA, MHA Characters or anything associated with the brand. I do not own the art, all images were obtained through google. If you know the artist, please tag them. DO NOT STEAL MY SHIT.

©pervysenpaix 2022

Chapter 1

Shambles.

You are in literal shambles this morning. Nothing seems to be going right. First, you woke up late because you forgot to charge your phone when you came in last night. So, you were late out the door and had to skip breakfast, the most important meal of the day. Then, your car wouldn’t start so you were forced to order an uber, which was too fucking expensive during rush hour in Tokyo. THEN, you were written up at your first job for bring late for the fifth time this month. And to top it all off, your best friend Gabbie wouldn’t be able to babysit Blossom tonight.

“I’m so sorry, babe” Gabbie lamented, “I have this twenty-page paper due at 11:59, and I’ve only written three sentences. She pouted, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes that only a true bottom could muster, hoping that you weren’t upset. Which you weren’t. How could you be upset when you’ve been there before. Assignments piled up so high, it seemed like you’d never make it through; but you always found a way and pulled through. You had to. There wasn’t any other option; Blossom needed you. “Don’t worry about it, love” you smiled, petting the pouting bottom’s head, “I’ll figure it out.”

Work progressed slowly. Thankfully, there weren’t a lot of customers coming in today, so you were able to listen to a recorded lecture while folding denim. Every moment of your free time was dedicated to studying, you couldn’t afford to fall behind. Was it tiring? Sure, but sometimes the end justifies the means.

Take Blossom, your beautiful baby girl, for example. Being pregnant at 19, in Japan wasn’t easy. Especially, when you’re black and your parent’s disowned you. On top of that you lost your child’s father and best friends. It was hard being alone, but you got by. Moved to Tokyo, found a job, moved into a small apartment, and started taking online classes. Now, you’re two semesters away from your degree, and you’ve gained a new best friend to replace the two that you’d lost.

Blossom was an amazingly gifted three-year-old, no doubt like her father. Super intelligent, oddly perceptive, and incredibly understanding for a toddler. She understood mommy’s situation and she rarely put up a fuss when you couldn’t do something. Always, on her best behavior, well most of the time. She was a mischievous little thing, always finding herself in the middle of something but never backing down. Again, like her father.

You missed him, both of them actually. How could you not when their faces were plastered on billboards and tv screens as some of Japan’s hottest up and coming heroes? Honestly, you didn’t even need to see advertisements to be reminded of them. Blossom was literally his twin, just with curlier hair and darker skin. The resemblance was uncanny.

Sometimes you wonder how things would have gone if you’d handled it differently, but it was best for everyone involved for you to go off on your own. They had big dreams; been trying to accomplish this goal their entire lives. Plus, they had become a couple. Why cause a problem if you didn’t have to? You weren’t resentful, though. On the contrary, you were extremely proud of your former friends. Smiling proudly whenever you’d see their faces on hero news; you even had a scrapbook outlined of all their victories and interviews. You’d show it to Blossom when she got older.

The conversation hadn’t really come up yet. When she asked why her daddy never came to play, you told her that he was busy keeping all of Japan safe. She wanted to know who he was, but you told her that you needed to keep his identity a secret, so the villains wouldn’t find out. The child had been obsessed with heroes ever since, and oddly enough they were her favorites.

Time was passing quickly, and you still didn’t know what you were going to do about Blossom. Your friend, Nani, wasn’t available because she was “going out with her man”. She had started dating this retired pro hero and she was sprung. Sis was open like a can of pig’s feet. You were glad for her, get your bag sis. This is your life and your daughter, it wouldn’t be fair to burden other people with your issues.

With a sigh, you texted your manager and let him know that you’d be bringing Blossom in with you tonight. It was the closing shift, in a developing area downtown, so there wouldn’t be many customers. He was a sweet old man and didn’t mind at all, you’d done it a couple times before. Plus, Blossom was always on her best behavior and stayed hidden in the back. So, what could possibly go wrong?

**♡**

“I’m fuckin’ exhausted” Katsuki sighed, plopping down on a leather couch in the waiting room of their new agency. Todoroki, Kirishima, and Izuku were all stretched out in similar positions. Muscles strained and bones aching from hero work and moving furniture. Katsuki insisted on doing everything themselves because, “you can’t trust no fuckin’ extras to do shit right!”. It was hard work, but it paid off. Now, they were all resting in the beautifully decorated lobby of their joined agency. They worked well together in high school and during their time as sidekicks at the Endeavor agency; so, it made sense for them to start their career off as a team.

Normally, it would’ve been hard for heroes as young as them to branch off on their own. But, with their awesome quirks, and Endeavor’s credit card, they’d been given a head start. It was really impressive; they were only 24 but they’d made it into the Top 20 hero chart. Katsuki was number 10, with Izuku, Todoroki, and Kirishima taking 11-13 respectively.

“Same, man. Today was brutal.” Kirishima added, “I can’t wait to get home.”

“We should all probably head out. I have a date” Shoto replied, never looking up from his phone. Katsuki scoffed, “Probably shouldn’t consider BJ’s from thirsty IG models in the backseat of your Jag a date.” The dual haired man glanced up with a frown, “I shouldn’t?” he looked confused, making the others chuckle. “Todoroki-kun, if that was the case then you’d be dating half of Japan.” Izuku says, and the others nod in agreement. “You’re a fucking slut, Icy-Thot”.

If Shoto was concerned about this new development it didn’t last long because when he answered a facetime call with three chocolate baddies, he was shrugging on his jacket and heading out the door. Kirishima followed closely behind, because if we’re being honest, he’s a bit of a whore too.

“Wow” Izuku deadpanned, shaking his head in disbelief. “I don’t know why you’re still shocked, hell if we weren’t dating, you’d probably be going with ‘em”, Katsuki smirked. They all had a reputation with the ladies back in the day. There were plenty of girls that they fucked back at UA, but they just got the dick. Only one girl had their heart. The same girl that disappeared without a trace. (Y/N)’s sudden departure was devastating.

She’d missed graduation and ceased all methods of communication. Even her social media profiles were taken down. They’d learn a few weeks later that she’d given up her dream of becoming a rescue hero to return to the states for college. Her parents sounded bitter and upset when they shared the news with the duo. The father eyed them suspiciously the whole time. They never paid attention to it, too distraught over their lost love. They’d had flings with different girls since then, but nothing seemed to stick. Just a fun way to blow off some steam. No one could compare to (Y/N) (L/N).

Izuku shrugged off the comment and yawned, “I’m tired but I want something to eat” “You can eat my di-“ “Kacchan, please !” Izuku groaned, shaking his head but not stopping the smile that was spreading on his face. He loved his flirty, aggressive, and wildly inappropriate boyfriend. “It’s a place that I went to around the corner for breakfast last week. They don’t close until late. Wanna go?” Katsuki nodded and followed his boyfriend out into the cold night air.

**♡**

Hand in hand, the heroes walked along the sidewalk. Silently enjoying eachother’s company as the made their way to the café. Always the gentleman, Izuku held the door open for Katsuki who scoffed as he brushed past him. The pleasant warmth of the café tickled his cheeks, and the smell of food filled the air.

“Just a minute!”.

Katsuki froze, the voice sounded so familiar. He couldn’t place it, but he knew that he recognized it from somewhere. Izuku shuffled in behind him, huddling close to steal some warmth. “Smells good” Katsuki didn’t respond, eyes locked on the double door. He just couldn’t shake this feeling.

“Sorry about that!” You breathed, smoothing your apron down as you burst through the door. Blossom had made a mess with the cupcakes, and you were helping her clean up. You didn’t even look up, body so tired that you were on autopilot. “What can I ge-

“What the fuck?”

Your eyes widened and back straightened, it couldn’t be? Too afraid to look up, you stayed locked in place.

“(Y/N)?” It broke your heart. You’d never heard your name said with such emotion. The slight tremor in his voice made your chest tighten, and you found yourself on the verge of hyperventilating.

“(Y/N) (L/N)!” you flinched, finally looking up and wishing you’d braced yourself because the intensity of their gazes almost knocked you off your feet.

Why here? Why now? Oh my god, I look like shit you thought, fidgeting with the strings of your apron, and chewing your lip. “Yes?” your voice was soft, too soft. It pissed them off. “That’s all you’re gonna say?” Katsuki snapped, clenching his fists to contain the explosions that were threatening to pop off. Izuku wasn’t much better, left eye twitching and unreadable expression on his face. You couldn’t tell if he wanted to fight or cry. Knowing him it’s probably both. “Bakugo, please keep your voice down.” Your voice was a lot more confident than you felt.

“Bakugo?” he spat, deeply offended that you’d address him in that manner, “Since when am I Bakugo?”

“I-

“What happened (Y/N)?” Izuku interrupted, “Have you been in Japan this whole time?” Swallowing thickly, you nodded yes and both men groaned. “I don’t know whether to hug you or choke you.” The conflicting emotions were apparent in his stormy gaze. Both, men seemed upset, but they were also sad. Really sad. “Why did you leave us?” Katsuki says, it was almost a whimper. Tears stung his eyes, threatening to fall, but he blinked them back.

“i-I can explain”.

Suddenly, the double doors swung open and out ran Blossom holding a little pink cupcake.

“Mommy, Mommy! Look!” The two heroes whipped their heads around in the direction of the small voice. Katsuki looked as if he’d been punched in the gut and Izuku’s mouth kept opening and closing. “M-mommy?” His voice caught the little girl’s attention, and her eyes widened when she saw the two heroes.

“Mama! He’s from the tv! Look Mr. TV man, I’m just like you!” She held the cupcake up and it exploded splattering icing all over them. The two of them stared at you slack jawed and you laughed awkwardly.

“Heh, it’s a girl !”

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snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales · 3 years

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Blue Moon - Part 1

A/N: See masterlist for prompts used. (And the list of amazing people who have helped me with this.)

I do not own Teen Wolf or it’s characters. Sadly.

Warnings: See Masterlist

Word count: 2,746

Xxx

“So what’s it like living with a Hale?” Stiles asked, turning away from your locker after you shut it. Both of you fell into step with Scott as you made your way to your next class.

You must have grimaced or made some face with a slight slant of your eyebrows only a Stilinski could read, because Stiles let out a snort. “That bad?”

You shrugged, sighing. “I mean, it’s not like I expected it to be a walk in the park, it is Derek Hale after all.” Scott chuckled with a gentle shake of his head, making you smile before you continued. “But I didn’t expect it to be this…. easy….. either.”

“Easy?” Scott questioned, making the same face you must have initially as Stiles let out another snort of laughter.

“Yeah, I mean, the first few days were awkward. If we weren’t training we weren’t doing anything. The man is silent, had no TV, or any of that-”

“Wait, ‘had’?” Stiles held out his hand, effectively cutting off your sentence and your steps, your shoes screeching on the floor at the sudden stop.

“Yes, had. He now has a TV, streaming services- yes, Stiles, services as in plural, if you keep your eyebrows that high they may stick that way, and it’s not the best look for you…”

“So at least there is something to fill the silence at least.” Scott resumed walking, you followed a few steps behind, Stiles lagging, jaw still dropped in shock.

“Well, yeah,” you agreed with Scott, and this time you felt your eyebrows making the face.

“But….?” Scott’s prodding was gentle, but his face held a smirk.

“But somewhere along the way we went from off handed comments during a news broadcast, or some show we were watching, to actually pausing it to have some discussion, or referencing some situation later and asking if the other had had something similar happen, or just opening up about random experiences and stuff. It’s…”

“Weird?” This time Stiles prodded, earning a glare and gentle whack on the arm from Scott.

“Well, maybe it’s because you’re…. new.” Scott opted for a more discrete word for ‘werewolf’ in the crowded hallways. “He may feel like opening up more because of the pack mentality and all.”

“No, it’s not because she’s…. new.” Stiles raised one eyebrow on the word as he addressed Scott, earning a sigh and eye roll from the young Beta. “The man is a brooding wall of leather and growls.” You chuckled at the description, making Stiles grin. “I think we finally found our miracle cure for our Sourwolf!”

“Woah, woah, woah, hold up.” You held up your hands as if to physically stop their words. “What?”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. We know you two like each other. It’s so obvious.” Stiles immediately closed his mouth, his lips a tight line, eyes wide and eyebrows in his hairline in his signature “I was not supposed to say that” face.

“What?” you deadpanned to your friend.

The bell rang, and Scott, wide eyed and smiling too broadly, gave Stiles a shove on the shoulder in the opposite direction of your next class as Stiles muttered, “Oh, look. The bell.” They both began to walk quickly the opposite way.

“Guys!” you yelled. “This is not over! But I am not responsible for you guys missing another class, what does that make, like fifteen already this semester?”

Your two friends stilled and turned on their heels, ushering past you quickly, avoiding your glare, Stiles looking at Scott and muttering, “See, Scott? I told you our class with Miss Blake was this way.”

“Ugh,” you mumbled under your breath. The sour expression stayed on your face even after you sat at your desk in the back of the class.

Chuckling, Stiles chanced a glance your way from beside you, hoping to change the subject from his ultimate fail in the hallway. “You still don’t like her?”

“I still don’t like her.” You overlapped his last few words, matching his gentle nod with one of your own as you stared straight ahead at the teacher’s still vacant desk.

“What is it about her you don’t like?”

“I just have a really bad feeling whenever I see her. Something just isn’t right.”

Scott chuckled, opening his book to the proper page. “You’re just mad that she gives you a little bit of a harder time.”

“You mean she gives me ‘more attention’?” you asked, your words rising to a ridiculous octave as they repeated Jennifer’s words she had used when she assigned you some extra credit to help raise your grade so you could stay on the lacrosse team. Your friends chuckled at your words. “I’m sorry, not everyone can be amazing at everything, being a wer-” you stopped yourself, clearing your throat before continuing- “new-” you looked at Scott pointedly, earning you a glare and Stiles’ laughter on your other side- “doesn’t allow for a whole lot of extra studying time.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N. I know you feel that way now, but it will pass,” Scott said with a smile as Miss Blake walked in, setting things on her desk, and he chuckled as you glared at her. “This is all ephemeral.”

You looked at Stiles, your face blank, voice a deadpan. “You ever buy him a word of the day subscription thing again, and I will rip your throat out.” You flickered your yellow eyes at him discreetly. “With my teeth.”

“With your teeth,” Stiles mumbled, overlapping your words, both of you nodding in agreement again. “I asked what it’s like living with a Hale, and now I got my answer.” He looked at you, shaking his head mockingly. “You’re becoming one of them. It’s contagious. We’ll call it ‘Sourwolf Syndrome’.”

Xxx

Due to your parents’ professions taking them all over the place constantly, like Allison, you were actually a year older than your friends, having to repeat a year a few grades back. But you wouldn’t change it for anything, because that’s how you met your best friends.

It helped that your parents were away on business most of the time, so no one questioned your staying at Derek’s loft for so long. You stopped by every few days to get the mail and check on the plants around the house, packing some new clothes if needed, Derek sitting outside in his car the first few times, but lately he had taken to coming in and helping you do the few things you had to do.

You told yourself it was just because of the increased threat that he wanted to be closer to his newest Beta. He didn’t have too many of those these days, you thought bitterly, smirking to yourself. You stared blankly as you rinsed out your coffee cup in the sink, and a wave of sadness washed over you as you thought of Erica, her absence still fresh and raw. The two of you had never really been close; just acquaintances at school, then pack members briefly, before she was gone.

Boyd had really withdrawn himself after that, and you didn’t blame him. You knew he probably felt how you did times ten. When Cora had been here briefly she mentioned losing a pack member was like losing a limb, and she hadn’t been wrong.

Then Derek had kicked both Cora and Isaac out of the loft, claiming it wasn’t safe with the Alpha Pack around. Isaac was staying with Scott, but you didn’t know where Cora had disappeared to. Peter was a wild card, so you didn’t even try to factor him in, and Scott outright refused to be a member of Derek’s pack. He was an Alpha with Beta eyes, and an enigma for another time.

The point was, Derek was running low in the Beta department lately.

The only reason Derek had you staying at the loft and followed you around the house when you had to go was because you were the newest, or so he said. Deep down you knew he just didn’t want to be responsible if something happened to you. He wanted to control the situation as much as possible which, you guessed, you were kind of glad, being new to this whole werewolf thing, and admittedly not wanting to stay home alone again, human or werewolf.

At least at the loft, even in the times before Derek brought home the TV and stuff, the silence had been comfortable. You’d never admit it to anyone, but just being in the presence of another living, breathing being, even one as brooding and somewhat annoying as Derek Hale, was nice.

And you sure as hell weren’t going to think about how he had helped you with your homework sometimes, especially with that English extra credit. He had a side he didn’t share often, and you were glad you got to see it. It was like a rare spotting of a mythological creature.

You smiled to yourself, watching the water in the cup filling clear now, the mug long clean, and you let your feelings wash away down the drain with the water as you turned it off.

Setting the mug in the sink, you took a deep breath, letting the feelings whirling around you fully roll off your back, rolling your shoulders back as they did.

Stepping into the doorway to the living room you saw him delicately watering some houseplant your mom babied. The first few times he had just poured water at its base, and you had to stop him, showing him how it had to be done, otherwise he’d over water it. And since then, though he had said initially that it was stupid under his breath, he took meticulous care to check if it even needed watering, and then watered it properly, like you showed him, even bringing books home to the loft about how to care for the various types of plants your mom had around the house. You found it endearing.

Smiling softly, you gently shook your head. One second you were bitter towards him, the next finding little things that made him amazing. “I’m going to go grab some clothes, my stuff got torn to hell last week when we dealt with what’s his face,” you said offhandedly, starting up the stairs. So many baddies came through this town, you got them all confused.

Derek chuckled. “Okay. You know you can always borrow some of my clothes if you need to.”

You stopped midstep on the staircase, each foot on a different step, and your grip on the bannister tightened, your knuckles turning white.

This.

This is why you had such conflicting emotions about this man. Wolf. Wolfman.

“Are you sure?” You kept your voice even, smiling softly.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, makes more sense then driving all the way over here.” His voice tried to be neutral, but it was evident he was trying to cover up something he had let slip before really thinking about it.

“Thanks. I’ll remember that next time.” You nodded once to each other before you took two steps calmly and then practically ran up the rest of them to your room.

Holding a hand to your chest, taking deep breaths to try and stabilize your heartbeat, you slumped against the door after you closed it, sighing.

You tried not to over analyze what he said, but failed.

You knew he probably was making some underhanded comment about your abilities, “coming all the way over here”, really he wanted to say, “you suck at being a werewolf, you’re always getting hurt and your clothes destroyed in the process”.

“You too, wolfman. You too,” you mumbled under your breath as you angrily rifled through one of your drawers, grabbing a few things.

You chuckled a dark laugh. “But I’m an Alpha, Y/N. I’ll heal faster.” You mocked his deep tone, your search in your drawer turning into an aimless activity, the contents totally mixed up now.

He had never been around whenever you had gotten in a hit or takedown on the baddies you guys had encountered so far in your short time in this world. For some reasons you ended up on opposite sides of the battle fields, and he never said it directly, but you knew he probably thought you sucked. How else does one end up with torn shirts from claw marks and blood being covered by your jacket?

Everyone else had called you a badass, but Derek had yet to compliment or even comment on your fighting ability. But maybe, since he trained you, that spoke more to his ability and not yours, you thought with a smirk. Satisfied with the thought, you grabbed a few clothes out of the drawer before snapping it shut.

After a few steps toward the door, you slowed to a stop, absently staring at the clothes in your hand as your thoughts cleared a little from your earlier anger.

If it was a reflection on how he thought he was, that was kind of sad. Did he really think so lowly of himself and his abilities?

You had only been in this world a short time now, but even you had to admit he was a good Alpha. A good wolfm- werewolf. A good man. He was a great person to have at your back in a fight and in mundane things like math, which was also a fight, but that was a thought for another day. He was a good friend to have, period.

Shaking your head and chuckling gently at yourself, you wondered why your thoughts were everywhere. Glancing at your calendar on the wall, you saw the full moon was coming up soon and rolled your eyes. Of course.

This would pass. This was ephemeral. You groaned softly as you made your way back down the stairs. Stiles was going to pay.

Derek met your eyes when you made it to the last step, hopping the last few inches to the first floor. He set down the watering can softly.

“Do I really sound like that?” His lips twitched upward slightly.

Screwing up your face in confusion it took you a second to realize he had heard your mutterings as you disorganized the contents of your drawer upstairs. Realization crossed your face before your palm slapped to your forehead, the groan passing your lips before you could stop it.

Derek laughed, and you looked at him apologetically, to which he motioned with his hand as if waving it away and smiled at the floor where his gaze was focused. “Don’t worry about it. I just always thought my voice was deeper than that.”

He chuckled even more as you swatted his arm, laughing gently yourself. He grabbed your wrist playfully before you could withdraw your hand, and you found yourself pulled closer to him, almost toe to toe and having to crane your neck to look up and meet his eyes that looked down at you with some emotion you couldn’t decipher.

That comfortable silence hung around you two like a blanket… Until his phone rang.

As he fished it out of his pocket, you softly cleared your throat and took a small step back, feeling Derek’s gaze on you the whole time.

“Hello?” His voice was gruff and annoyed, and he was still staring at you. It almost seemed like he was upset at whoever was on the other end for interrupting his moment with you.

But that thought quickly evaporated.

“Jennifer!” He said it with a broad smile on his face, his voice a total about face from his greeting, and his eyes moving from you to the wall behind you.

It couldn’t be who you thought. There was no way. That would be too much of a coincidence.

“No, I’m not busy,” he said, turning to the door.

Grabbing his arm to stop him, he turned to look at you, eyebrows raised in question and, if you weren’t mistaken, slight annoyance.

“What?” he mouthed.

“Who is that?” you whispered.

“A friend,” he hissed.

“Who is it?” you hissed back at him.

“Your English teacher, Jennifer Blake.” He shrugged out of your grip and out your front door, motioning you to the car.

You seethed as you turned off the lights, grabbing your bag of clothes, and locking the door after you.

Reason number five hundred and sixty two to hate Miss Jennifer Blake.

Xxx

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matthewbeilschmidts · 3 years

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It’s been a long while since I’ve posted but I’m so glad that I am :’)

This is for Day 1: of @prucanweek - Ordinary

Apologies for spelling errors, it’s a little short but I hope you enjoy 😭💞

Matthew doesn’t mind that he’s living an ordinary life. Really.

He grows up near the coast, two parents, a fraternal twin brother, and their gangly hairless cat, Tony (picked curtesy of Alfred). Their parents take them everywhere they can during their childhood, the beach, museums, sports game. They focus on their interests, figuring out what the two like and dislike, as they encourage them both to be themselves and do what they love no matter what. Alfred debates between whether he likes wrestling or football more, while Matthew settles into hockey. In between family get togethers, community festivals, and endless sports training, they somehow have time for homework. (The two share answers a lot.)

He and Alfred each have their own rooms when they enter their teen years, a space to decorate and fill with their own mementos and awards. The sports continue, but later their parents find themselves a little bit busier than before. They do though, give them as much time as they can during the school year, never wanting them to go without someone by their side.

Matthew fades into the background a little bit as they get older, while Alfred puts himself front and center. Matthew watches once with a hand over his eyes as Alfred auditions for the school musical, and surprisingly he read and sings the lines well. “It’s always the rowdy ones!” their theater teachers says after he’s finished performing, a mix of anticipation from planning on putting Alfred on stage and dread at the thought of having to manage him.

Matthew silently supports him, after all he has his own things to do.

He’s the co-caption of the hockey team, the coach giving him the position to give him a little more of a voice, and his teammates verbally agree, considering on the ice Matthew has a lot more to show than he does in person. He accepts, albeit hesitantly.

By the time graduation comes by, Matthew can barely believe how the time has passed. His team even wins a championship under his watch. Some of his fellow classmates look so ready to go out and experience the world, and it’s scary to him because weren’t they all going at the same pace?

His parents talk him through picking his college of choice, and he decides to go. He needs to do what everyone does and experience the world.

And if he decides he wants to come home, that’s okay because at least he tries.

He’s in his first art class during his third year at university. The time has been going well, he’s got pretty decent grades and has managed to join a few clubs. But he’s not done yet. Extra curriculars, can’t finish without them. He prioritizes his general education first, and even slips himself into a few major classes early on, but humanities is on record now and has to be completed no matter what one’s studying.

He can get through one semester, he hopes.

Next to him, a student is snickering and the professor doesn’t look amused.

“Gilbert.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“If you’re done, I can introduce myself now.”

The professor goes in with complete, in-depth introductory slides with her name and credentials, and a briefing of all they will overcome this semester.

He’s never been an artist, at least not one that picks up a pencil and creates a realistic masterpiece with nothing but that and a pad of paper. Maybe some poetry contests in high school, if that counts. The written word has its own impact, its own set of colors to breathe out for the world to see.

There’s another snicker, interrupting his internal monologue.

He doesn’t say anything, because he doesn’t know the student, and it’s not his place to control others. But, if it starts to hinder the class, maybe he’ll tell him something. He’s paying to be there, too.

The man catches him staring.

“Yes?” he asks Matthew without being spoken to in the first place.

“Oh,” Matthew flushes at being caught, not that he was trying to hide it anyway. “Well, she didn’t say anything funny?”

The guys waves a hand, making a “psssh” noise as he does.

“I’m just laughing because of how formal this all is. She won’t be this dignified later in the semester that’s for sure. She’ll be ripping her hair out.”

Matthew glances back, he doesn’t want to say anyone looks mean but, he would believe it if she was.

“You look scared,” the guy laughs, which is rude because isn’t he the one that just put the thought in Matthew’s mind? “She’s not too mean just a sticker to the rules. Will get real pissy if something doesn’t go right.”

“And you still set her off knowing that?”

The man laughs again, but this time around he’s actually trying to contain it behind the thin art easel. He’s not very hidden.

“She’s my cousin’s wife.”

Ah, that makes sense then? Messing with family is normal, but also he shouldn’t be bothering her at work.

“It’s no wonder you seemed casual.”

“She taught both of the lower division figure drawing classes, too. This is my third semester in her class. She’s the only one teaching this specific class I didn’t have too much of a choice.”

“Art major?”

“Yep! And you?”

“Psychology major. I have to get in some cultural classes.”

“Ever taken art?”

“Actually no, not even in high school. I got through that stuff by working backstage in the theater department.”

“Well not to worry my friend, because you picked the best one.”

“Is it easy to pass?”

“Nope. Well, maybe if she likes your work,” Matthew deflates at the blunt response, “but don’t worry because I’m here to be your guide.”

Matthew perks up, but it takes him a moment. This guy’s gonna help him?

“Are you any good?”

“Am I good?” He looks perplexed Matthew would even ask. Matthew has to cover his own amusement. “I may not look it but charcoal and I go way back. I’ll show you my work later as proof.”

“Deal.”

“Gilbert, since you’re adamant on talking, you can be the first to introduce yourself.”

Even if his name wasn’t said, Matthew feels just as guilty. Caught, for talking on the first day of all things.

“Gilbert Beilshcmidt. Fourth year. I’m an art major and my favorite breakfast food is pancakes.”

Matthew looks surprised that he was paying attention, even to the last addition of their introduction. Matthew’s not sure he would have known considering he was distracted.

And so their friendship starts.

Gilbert sits next to him again. And again.

Where ever Matthew sits in the art room, Gilbert follows not too long after.

Some days they take the sitting desks, some they stand and lean against the stools.

And despite not even talking much, Gilbert treats him like a friend.

“Do you have any plans this afternoon?”

“Nope, this was my last class.”

“Do you want to get some coffee and work on our sketch books.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Matthew finds himself meeting Gilbert in his downtime. Every Thursday after drawing for three hours becomes the day they meet. At first, all they do is draw, little more.

Gilbert is animated in all moments, but he has short spurts where he focuses exceptionally on his work. Matthew is no art critic, but he thinks Gilbert expresses himself quite well on paper. Graphite, charcoal, and pastels, all the utensils glide easily without a single stroke missing its mark.

Watercolor though, could use some work, which actually happens to be Matthew’s favorite. Even if the intention is to guide the colors with a brush, it’s okay for them to take a life of their own spreading across the thick paper.

They share snacks, art supplies, and their time.

Gilbert proves himself very useful as he promised. Matthew though never planning to be the next Van Gogh, has to pass this class. And it would be nice to pass it with flying colors, but some concepts are harder to grasp than others.

It’s obvious to tell he’s a beginner, while Gilbert excels. Matthew finds out he only now needs the intro class since it’s the first semester it became a requirement.

Gilbert helps him find the shapes he’s comfortable with, explains the processing for hatching and how it relates to shading. And while he’s no expert, he sees a subtle improvement over the next few weeks that makes some pride swell within himself.

“Do you want to come with me and my friends to this cool bar for dinner on Friday?” Gilbert asks about a month into the semester.

It’s the first time Gilbert and him will have spent time off campus.

“Yeah, I’d love to.”

Gilbert’s friends are just as animated as he, it’s almost hard to keep up. Overwhelming as they are, they’re extremely welcoming. Matthew eases into the atmosphere, joining in when he can but mostly pleased to be out and doing something different.

He’s made friends during his time, but like him they’re a little more reserved and pick quieter places on the town.

It’s fun. And he wants to go out again.

Matthew invites Gilbert and his friends to watch his next hockey game.

After their shock in finding out he plays such a violent sport, they’re all agreeing and planning to find the best seats in the arena.

“Are you serious. Are you hiding muscles under that red sweater?”

Gilbert pokes at him, it tickles when he gets closer to his biceps, but he knows he’s only teasing.

“You think I’m playing but I’m serious! You should have been there, well you were there. On the stands, I mean. We all screamed after you sent that player flying against the wall.”

Gilbert recreates the motions, but only slams himself into the wall and whines after he bounces back. He then plays it off like it doesn’t hurt. Gilbert’s not a very good actor.

People tell him it’s so much different watching him on the ice, but it’s still him. He’s always wondered how much different, he feels like himself. He just knows he goes into the zone when he’s in his gear. He just wants to win. And he will.

“It’s like night day,” Gilbert continues. “You were ready to kill a man down there.”

“You’re not the first to say that. I guess maybe, I could be a little more out there in real life, huh?”

Gilbert stops walking.

“Nope.”

“Nope?”

“You’re perfectly fine the way you are. I like the way you are, so don’t go change. I don’t want to be at risk of dying during art class.”

And as silly as it sounds, he’s pleased. He likes Gilbert a whole lot, too. Just the way he is.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Matthew takes the initiative.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, just you and me. I want to take you out.”

“Like you did to that guy on the court,” Gilbert laughs nervously.

“On a date. Gilbert, would you like go out with me?”

He says yes.

Later that evening when he’s heading home, Gilbert starts running through the courtyard cheering that “I have a date with the cutest guy I’ve ever met!”

Matthew’s window is open, he’s face is bright red and he slams head first into his pillow. He needs to plan the best first date ever.

Three months into dating, he’s finally heading home again for a school break. He wants to take Gilbert with him, who is waiting for the next major holiday to go back home. But isn’t it too soon? They haven’t been dating that long, after all.

But Gilbert surprises him, and jokingly says he wants to go with him because he’ll miss him too much while he’s gone. And then, Matthew asks if he seriously wants to go.

“I do.”

So they ride the 3 hours train down to Matthew’s childhood home. He’s a little bit nervous, because he’s had dates to school dances, and brought friends over, but this is entirely different. This is someone he wants to take a serious step with, even if the time hasn’t been that long. They’ll never get anywhere if they don’t, so they’ll both take the leap and pray it works out.

“Mom, dad, Alfred, this is Gilbert.”

It’s the most timid Matthew’s ever seen him.

“Nice to meet ya, I’m Matthew’s boyfriend.”

After he shakes all their hands, he takes his hand back to link pinkies with Matthew.

There’s not an once of regret in his mind as the long weekend passes.

Gilbert graduates the next year, and the year after it’s his turn. They’re going to move in with each other. Gilbert really has no irresistible urge to go back to his home town, satisfied with just visiting a few times a year. And Matthew thinks he would like to go back closer, just to figure out his next move. So, they go together.

It’s only a one bedroom, but is more than enough space for them both. Gilbert finds work as a docent while Matthew works for a second degree in education.

He still plays hockey for a local league, Gilbert becoming their number one fan. They find their own rhythm, a pace that works for them both, where they can settle down or speed up when they agree with each other. Dewey mornings, warm summers, chilly evenings they spend them altogether.

They decide move up North closer to Gilbert’s hometown. Matthew’s more nervous meeting his grandparents than he was introducing Gilbert to his own family, but Gilbert assures him again and again they’re just a stuffy old family who actually really care about each other a lot more than they let off.

Gilbert’s grandfather towers over him, despite being a hair above 6 feet. He’s silent, eyes boring into Matthew as he introduces himself. And to end all of Matthew’s worries, the elder man pulls Matthew into a hug and tells him he’s glad him and Gilbert are home. Gilbert, just as perplexed as he, stares, but he melts into a pleased laugh.

Yeah, this is his and Gilbert’s home now.

They stay, for a long while, contemplate moving a few times, but they’re satisfied for now.

Gilbert and him always make time for each other, continue their own respective interests with complete support of the other. They’re never afraid to complain, because they always work through it rather then let it simmer.

Gilbert’s vivacious spirit keep them going, and Matthew’s heart keeps them grounded.

His life at first seem a little bit ordinary, but how can he complain when the pieces of the puzzle fit themselves in and stayed locked in tight.

#hetalia #prucan #prucanweek #APH Prussia #APH Canada #.txt post #I forgot all my writing tags #will fix later HAHA

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byologee · 3 years

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an actually practical guide to being premed and getting into med school by someone who did it successfully

Majors and Classes:

Personally I feel you should choose a major that will be complementary to your premed studies-- something STEM or social science based that overlaps with your premed classes and will allow you to take upper level science classes that relate to physiology, disease and illness, pharmacology, etc. HOWEVER do not let this deter you from majoring in a non-bio STEM area like biochem or from pursuing a different science or liberal arts major.

That being said, consider double majoring in Public Health because it is very relevant to premed and going into medicine.

Make sure you take the correct order of bio and chem classes. This is important so that you take classes at the appropriate time when you have the appropriate skill level and so that you do not have any gaps in your premed education or major classes.

Be aware of what upper level bio and chem classes require prereqs that are not a part of your major requirements or premed requirements; for example some upper level bio classes require microbio which is not a premed requirement at all schools NOR always a major requirement. Plan your underclassmen years accordingly to allow you to fit in certain prereqs for upper level classes.

If you plan on taking lower level lab intensive courses, take them as an underclassman-- they will prepare you with basic lab skills you can apply to upper level classes and to irl lab work, plus most of your classmates will be underclassmen. You do not want to take these lower level lab intensive courses as an upperclassman. You will be bored and probably annoyed.

Take an intro level public health class as an underclassmen to see if you are interested in public health; this will also be relevant to your med school apps.

Gen chem 1 and orgo 1 are weedout classes. Many people will switch from premed and/or bio to public health or prePA after taking gen chem 1 and orgo 1. This is normal; don’t be judgemental. If you’re the one switching to public health or prePA, don’t feel bad or ashamed.

Do not take orgo 1 or 2 with super hard progressors. It’s just not worth it. Many people say that harder orgo progressors prepare you better for the MCAT, but this is false as the MCAT does not have a lot of orgo on it. Many people will fail out of orgo even without super hard professors. Set yourself up for success by taking orgo profs with good reputations, not profs with reputations for failing everyone, being purposefully difficult, or just nasty.

If you take a (relatively) “easy” professor for orgo 1, under no circumstances should you take a hard prof for orgo 2. You will suffer.

The best way to study orgo 1 and 2 is to memorize all the reactions. Copy reactions until you have them memorized. Then you can simply apply what you’ve memorized to synthesis reactions. This works for NMR too, just memorize what NMR specs look like and apply.

Always go to TA office hours for gen chem 1, 2 lab and orgo 1, 2 lab. The lab reports are very difficult and the TAs can help you more than professors can. Professors will be mostly absent for labs. TAs will know what’s up.

You do not need to take biochem 2 for the MCAT, biochem 1 will suffice as it generally covers amino acids and proteins and not respiration and metabolism. Most of the biochem on the MCAT is about amino acids and proteins; all metabolism can be self-studied. (This is my opinion to save you time, if your advisors tell you otherwise LISTEN TO THEM and not me).

If you take AP psychology you do not need to take intro psych.

You need to take a sociology course for the MCAT and premed reqs. You should take The Sociology of Deviance if offered at your college as this is more relevant to the MCAT than intro socy.

If you have to take a professional writing class for Gen Eds, try to take a science writing or health professions writing course as these will be relevant to you.

Take stats even if you don’t have to as it is very relevant for understanding papers.

If you switch to another pre-health path like prePA or prepharm you will generally have to take different prereqs. Clear this with your advisors and come up with a plan.

Med schools like to see a diversity in courses and not just science courses, so you need to take at least 8 humanities credit hours. Diversify your college education and take interesting and relevant humanities courses; this will also help with CARS on the MCAT.

Research

Many medical schools want you to have research experience. You can do clinical research or bench research.

You should start research early, either 2nd semester freshman year or summer before sophomore year.

The best advice is to research professors and PIs in the BSCI and public health departments and email ones you are interested in about working in their lab. You can do this before 2nd semester freshman year or during that semester. Email example: Hi Dr. X, I am an undergraduate freshman at UMD and am looking for research opportunities in X field. I discovered your lab and read your paper, “X,” and am very interested in this subject! Elaborate on what interested you I was wondering if there are any open positions in your lab for an undergraduate researcher. I have taken X, X, X, courses. I would be interested in working in your lab for 2 years. Please let me know if you have any openings! Best, X

PIs generally look for undergrads to commit to 2 years of research, but you can quit earlier if you feel like it. This is also why you should do research earlier-- that way you are not cramming it in during your upperclassman years.

The goal is to get some abstracts, posters, presentations, and maybe a pub out of it, but these things aren’t absolutely necessary.

Clinical Experience

Med schools like to see 10 months of continuous clinical experience, which translates to about 200 hours. However, this number is too low and to be really competitive for med school apps you should aim for 1000 hours if not more.

The best way to gain clinical experience is to work part time as a scribe, CNA, MA, or tech. You can take CNA and MA courses the summer before sophomore or junior year and apply to positions online. CNA/MA gives you a lot of experience working with patients. Scribing gives you a lot of experience working with doctors and seeing what they do. It’s best to start clinical experience sophomore year or junior year so you can gain enough hours prior to applying.

You should also have clinical volunteering hours which you can get by volunteering at hospitals such as Children’s or Shady Grove or any other local hospital. Other clinics also accept volunteers, you just have to look around. Check your health professions advising office (hereon abbreviated as HPAO) for their recommendations and job listings if available.

You can also shadow doctors. Your HPAO may have a continuously updating list of physicians in your area who are available to shadow. You can also genuinely just email local providers. Note that you will need to shadow a DO if applying DO.

Check your HPAO listserv for job openings and clinical volunteering opportunities.

You can find jobs by googling “CNA job near me” or “scribe job near me” and browsing postings on Indeed and other job sites, or alternatively postings on hospital sites.

Community Service

Med schools like to see 10-12 months of continuous community service, or around 200 hours. This is too low, and you should aim for around 600 to be a competitive applicant.

Join school listservs and look for volunteer postings. Go to your school’s First Look Fair or college organization fair (usually held at the beginning of each semester) and sign up for emails from clubs that do volunteering or other various organizations. There are many organizations on campus that do volunteering and service.

Ideally you want to work with marginalized communities off campus. This sounds shitty but you want to work with communities who need it. You should also aim for a sustained service opportunity, not a once a month thing but a weekly, continuous experience. Volunteering through clubs and societies like the women’s premed organization are not valid experiences.

Google local homeless shelters, women’s shelters, STD testing clinics, and food banks-- these are all really good places to volunteer at. You can also volunteer at crisis hotlines.

You can also utilize clinical experience for community service, so volunteering at a hospital, clinic, urgent care, etc. But you also need non-clinical community service, so make sure to prioritize both.

Consistency is key. Doing an experience for a longer period of time (ex. 4 hours every week for 10 months- year) is very valuable. Even doing an hour of volunteering at the same place every week for two years is great. Building relationships, gaining experience, understanding consistency-- med schools value this. Long term experience is very important.

Extracurriculars

You should also be involved in extraneous, non-community service based organizations and extracurriculars. It’s ok if these organizations include some aspect of community service. This can also include paid-positions that are not clinical.

Examples include campus ministries, sports, dance, art clubs, music/choir, social, restorative, and environmental justice organizations, interest groups, tutoring, co-ed frats, etc.

Joining societies, like the American Women’s Medical Association or your college’s namesake Pre-Med Society is a great way to do extracurriculars, build your resume, and get leadership experience. You can also join major-specific societies.

Check with your HPAO for a list of pre-health societies you can join. Your college will also have a website or list of clubs and orgs you can investigate.

Med schools like to see that you are well-rounded, so having a variety of experiences is important.

Advising

It is extremely important that you build a relationship with your advisors. It is very important that you outline all the classes you want to take with them and when AND that you meet with them every semester. Discuss your plans with them, ask questions, ask for suggestions and tips. If you make any major or minor changes you need to speak with them too. They are a resource; use them.

You will also need to build a relationship with your pre-med advisors at your HPAO. You may need to do an intro workshop to be able to meet with an advisor at your HPAO.

Meet with an HPAO advisor every semester to outline your courseload, volunteering, clinical work, extracurriculars, and application plan. Your HPAO advisor will help you craft a narrative for med school apps and can help advise you with regards to coursework and what opportunities to pursue. They can help you decide when to take the MCAT, when to apply, devise a school list, etc. so it’s best to start meeting with them early. The better your relationship with your HPAO advisor, the stronger the recommendation letter you’ll get from them.

If your grades drop you NEED to speak with an HPAO advisor. You should be checking in with them every semester to go over your grades and course history and make sure you are on the right track to apply. This is really really crucial.

If your HPAO offers workshops for applying to med school, crafting a school list, financing med school, writing a personal statement, etc. then GO TO THEM. Utilize the resources that are available to you.

Make sure you are on your HPAO listserv.

If your HPAO offers peer to peer advising consider using this resource to speak with current college students who are going through the application process.

2 Areas Med Schools Look At: Leadership + Diversity and Inclusion

These are two hot topics med schools care about. Here is how to address them.

Leadership: there are numerous ways to gain leadership experience; getting elected to a leadership position in a club or organization, being a TA or UA, getting a management position at your job, or being any kind of team leader in a community service endeavor. The important thing is that you are able to express what you learned and how you grew or changed from that experience, plus how you will apply what you learned in the future.

Diversity and Inclusion: Hot topics in medicine right now, my advice is to read about diversity and inclusion in medicine and what it means-- read articles, op-eds, peer-reviewed papers, etc. There are a few ways to go about this issue; one is to find out what is unique about you that you can contribute to medicine, the second (and most important) is to work with underserved and marginalized communities. Being able to express in med school apps and interviews that you understand the difficulties faced by marginalized groups and are committed to better health and wellness outcomes is REALLY important. Being able to show awareness about diversity in medicine is so key. To do this, spend time working with the marginalized and underserved through community service and clinical work. Be able to show med schools that you understand and care about diversity and inclusion.

You should be thinking about leadership and diversity/inclusion throughout all four years of undergrad-- how will you incorporate these things into your app?

Letters of Rec

Getting letters of rec (you will need 5-6) is very important. To do this you will need to build relationships with the following…

Professors: You will need recommendations from 2 science professors and 1-2 non-science professors. To get recs you need to go to office hours, ask questions in class and outside of class, email profs questions, stay after class to ask questions, participate, show an interest in what they are teaching. Office hours are important unless the class is small. Build relationships with professors ALL THROUGHOUT undergrad. Go to office hours even if you don’t have questions, especially in junior and senior year. Go and ask them to review prior tests and papers. Ask if you can explain concepts to them to get clarification. Listen to other peoples’ questions, piggyback off them. A prof is not going to write a LOR unless they know you.

Physicians: You need to have clinical experience to get an MD LOR. And you NEED an MD or DO LOR. Get the clinical experience, then ask whatever physician you worked with the most for an LOR. Many will say you do not need a DO LOR to apply to DO schools; I cannot advocate for this as I was told by my premed advisor that I needed one. Be safe and get one if you plan to apply DO.

Other: If there is anyone else who knows you well and can write a strong LOR, ask them. Your boss, manager, volunteering organizer, team leader, club sponsor-- whomever.

Committee Letter (CL): Many med schools require these. Your college probably has a unique CL process. Go to workshops, research, and ask your advisors how this process works. Maintain a relationship with your premed advisors to obtain a good CL letter.

Building a Narrative

This is talked about a lot junior and senior year when you are applying, but it’s important to think about building your narrative all four years of undergrad.

What this means is that you want to center your application around a theme or common experiences. You want to build a cohesive resume of common volunteering, clinical, and extracurricular experiences that complement each other. You should be able to summarize all of your experiences and draw a narrative about you based on what you have done.

For example, my narrative centered around marginalized and underserved communities as well as social and restorative justice. I used my volunteering experience with marginalized, underserved kids and my experience working with traditionally underserved patients to explain why I want to be a physician, what my medical vision and mission is, and what I have learned about medicine. Because I am interested in family medicine I was able to tie my experience working with the underserved into my goal of improving community health and welfare among marginalized groups. I also discussed how my passion for social and restorative justice ties into my clinical experiences and how I plan to integrate this passion into my practice of medicine.

One of my friends centered her narrative around being a Spanish-speaking person of color AND the descendent of physicians and how this has shaped many of her experiences in medicine and healthcare.

You don’t have to plan out your experiences to conform to a pre-chosen narrative. You do have to be able to draw common themes and lessons from your experiences, however.

MCAT

Talk to your premed advisor about when to take the MCAT and what classes you need to take prior to taking the MCAT. Ideally you want to take biochem 1, physics 2, and sociology of deviance before taking the mcat along with all other prereqs.

You also want to take the MCAT before applying (ideally) so that you can craft an appropriate school list. Your MCAT will give you a boundary for which schools you can apply to. Think of the MCAT as a checkpoint you must pass to apply to certain med schools.

Many people start content review six months before their test. Some start 2-3 months prior. Do what you think is comfortable.

You can use books or purchase review courses (Kaplan, Princeton Review) or use free online review content (Khan Academy).

Practicing how to take the test is more important than content review. What that means is that doing practice tests will help you more than reviewing content. Take as many practice tests as you can (AAMC makes their own).

Do a practice test one day, review what you got wrong the next day. Repeat this enough times and you will do well on the MCAT (511+).

Don’t anticipate retaking the MCAT. But don’t exclude it as a possibility either, so plan when you take the MCAT accordingly.

General Advice:

ALWAYS listen to your premed advisors. Do not elevate advice given by random strangers (including me) on the internet above advice given by your advisors. They know you. They know your history, your transcript, your personality. Us internet people do not. Trust your advisors. They know what they are doing.

Take everything said on the internet by supposed med school app experts, med students, doctors, premeds, SDN mods and commenters, premed redditors, and other random internet people with a BIG grain of salt. We don’t always know what we are talking about.

Limit the amount of time spent on SDN and premed reddit as well as other premed online forums. It can get unhealthy real fast.

You don’t have to study all the time. It’s ok to take breaks and have fun.

Don’t be afraid to reach out and get help or ask questions. Everyone else is struggling too. Your professors want you to do well.

Do non-science related things. Give your mind a break and diversify your experience.

Failing a test is not the end of the world. Many people fail tests and classes. You won’t be alone. Always remember that the curve exists.

If you are having a problem, talk to your professors and TAs. They are there to help.

Study with people. Quiz each other. Make study guides and ask each other questions. Help each other out.

Utilize campus resources- tutoring, study groups, yoga classes, conferences and seminars, counseling, etc.

Buy the MSAR when you start building your school list. It will make comparing schools so much easier.

A B or even a C is not going to ruin your chance of getting into medical school. People get in to med schools with 3.1 GPAs. You will be ok if you fail one test, have a few Cs or Bs, withdraw from a class, etc.

Getting into med school is more about fit than anything else. It’s not about how smart you are or how good your GPA or MCAT is. Everyone has a 4.0 Everyone has a 528. What matters is fit-- who you are, what you believe, what your values are, what your aspirations are-- and how you can demonstrate these things through your application, interview, and overall experiences. Remember that top tier schools are research-oriented (Einstein, Baylor, Johns Hopkins, Harvard, Stanford, NYU, Duke, Mayo, UChicago, Mt Sinai) whereas other lower tier will be more community focused.

ALL med schools (excluding caribbean med schools and a few DO schools, looking at you DMUCOM and LECOM) are valid. All med schools are good med schools. Med school is med school is med school. You will come out with an MD or DO and you will get into residency.

Always apply DO. Just do it. DO is great, DO is a viable option and good opportunity. Do it. Do not exclude it.

Links and other Resources:

AAMC: MD applicants, helpful resources in general https://students-residents.aamc.org/preparing-medical-school/preparing-medical-school

AACOM: DO applicants https://www.aacom.org/become-a-doctor/how-to-apply-to-osteopathic-medical-college

MSAR: handbook to med schools (MD) https://students-residents.aamc.org/medical-school-admission-requirements/medical-school-admission-requirements-applicants

AAMC’s how to apply to med school https://students-residents.aamc.org/applying-medical-school/applying-medical-school

AAMC’s FAQ and tips to creating a good app: https://students-residents.aamc.org/ask-experts/ask-experts-create-winning-application

Why Diversity Matters in Healthcare https://explorehealthcareers.org/career-explorer/diversity-matters-health-care/

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forever-rogue · 4 years

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A Good Man - Part 1

A/N: So...this turned out to be much more than I intended. It’s not a one off, oh no, could I ever really do that? It’s going to be three parts (and yes, I am committing to three and three only before this gets away from me), and yes I guarantee you there will be smut. You can’t have professor Javi without some smut, after all. Shout out to the amazing and lovely @rosetophighlander for listening to my ideas and inspiring me! As always, comments and feedback is welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! xx

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: none

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST

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Javier Peña was a good man. At least that’s what he was trying to convince himself. He was a good man with a bad past. A past he had pointedly left behind in Colombia. But even now, years later, memories haunted him at night - it wasn’t a regular occurrence, but it was often enough. Enough to have him startle awake, drenched in sweat as his chest heaved up and down. Enough to make him feel like a bad man again.

But that wasn’t him anymore - no. He was a bad man then and he was trying to rectify that now by being a good man. He was a good man, and what was in the past was in the past. It didn’t matter it anymore; he had to bury it and let it die. But every time he thought he had, he still found himself plagued by the memories. Shit.

He’d returned to Texas when everything was said and done, and taken up a post as a university teacher. It was boring; drool, but most importantly, it was a safe bet. A college professor, who would have thought? If you would have told him this a few years ago while he was in the midst of the drug war trying to bring down both Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel, he would have laughed in your face and told you to fuck off. But that was then, and this was now, a very different reality with a very different version of him. Well...no. Javi was still Javi underneath it all, the same man he had always been, he was just trying to be the best man he could be. Trying to make right what in his head claimed made him so bad.

He was regimented now, almost to a fault, keeping up a routine that claimed most of his mind that wouldn’t let his mind wander too far off track. Gods, he needed a therapist. He knew he did; it was forever on his to do list. Forever the one thing he would get to eventually because it wasn’t pressing enough. Forever the thing he would do when he had more time. Instead he found solace, a small sense of reprieve in his small four-legged friend.

He was a small, wiry thing with ears that always seemed perked up, colored like sweet milk and honey, affectionately named Stevie, much to Steve Murphy’s chagrin. He served as a good distraction and pseudo-therapist for all that seemed to bother the ex-DEA agent. Sometimes Javi felt bad about how he confided in his little friend but Stevie loved him back all the same, showering him in affection whenever he could.

His routine was the same almost every day, allowing for some variance on weekends. It was strict, almost authoritarian but he had come to have a certain reverence for it. Up at six, out for a jog or walk with Stevie, breakfast for the two of them followed by a shower, at work by 9, a morning class full of mainly bright eyed freshman, followed by office hours where he would check on the dog and then return to eat his lunch by himself, almost always a sandwich, coffee, and some sort of berry, two afternoon classes of disinterested juniors, seniors, and those who seemed to never leave college, followed by a few hours of paperwork and grading before arriving home between six and seven, followed by a simple dinner for himself Stevie. To pass the time he’d read or watch a movie or show, but it was almost always lights out by ten. Sometimes he’d fall asleep quickly, other times it would take him hours. Hours of his brain buzzing with repressed thoughts and emotions that he put off until he fell asleep and repeated his routine the next day.

Weekends allowed for some flexibility instead of the monotonous rigidity. He let himself sleep in longer, go for a long walk with Stevie and have a leisurely lunch, and laze about the house. Sometimes he’d meet up with a friend, usually a coworker from another department and have a drink or two, nothing too excess, before turning in well before midnight. On the rare occasion where he felt restless enough and couldn’t be alone with his own thoughts, he’d go and take himself to a movie, a play, a museum, something that would keep his mind occupied. But by Monday morning he was back to routine. Back to that rigid pattern that kept him on track.

And it had been enough. It had to be enough...right?

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Teaching at his alma mater of Texas A&M in the sleepy town of Kingsville had proven to be both a curse and a blessing. When he’d left the DEA, unsure of what to do, what do he really wanted to do with his life now, he had turned his attention back home. One thing had let to another and, surely with some help from his former cohorts at the DEA, he’d lined himself up a fairly easy teaching gig. It wasn’t anything he had ever really given much thought to, but just like his routine, it had become familiar, mind numbing, and easy. It didn’t take much before it had become part of his regimented life.

He enjoyed the almost anonymity of it all; no one really knew who he was, the things, both horrible and great, that he had done, no one knew his previous reputation, no one judged him before they had the chance to meet him. He was, first and foremost, Professor Peña. The students came and went; no one questioned who he was truly was and he never offered. As far as his students were concerned, he offered them the tiniest shred, if any at all, of his personal life. It had it easy - simple - to keep things strictly business.

There had been a few times, a few moments when his heart had almost stopped, that a student would stop by his desk after he’d dismissed everyone and ask him his past. It hadn’t been more than maybe four or five in total, but it had still brought a grimace to his face each time. But instead of completely dismissing anyone, he’d politely decline to answer anything beside easy questions, the kind that were of public knowledge.

Otherwise he insisted that if they ever have any questions related to the course, exams, or homework, they were welcome to come to see him during his office hours. He had a presence about him, not intimidating per se, but firm and strong that usually deterred people from questioning him any further. They almost never came to his office hours; pretty much no one did. Which was completely fine by him because it always gave him a chance to stay on top of the mountains of paperwork the university imposed on everyone.

Much to his chagrin, however, this year the school’s newspaper had decided to start a professor spotlight column in their monthly magazine. Something about connecting students and professors and creating more of a sense of community. A load of bullshit, was what he thought, but he didn’t push the envelope. He wasn’t trying to ruffle any feathers, to step on anyone’s toes; no, he aimed to blend in. But something about having been the man to help bring down Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel made him a subject of interest; naturally it was only a matter of time before eager, hungry eyes were turned to him.

But Javi knew he couldn’t really decline, it would have been against decorum and he wanted no eyebrows raised in his direction. So, he answered the curious student reporter’s questions with basic answers, just enough to give a taste and satiate them, but not enough to have to dig deep. He let them take his picture, let them publish it in their magazine, hoping that not many students would actually read the column, and just gloss over it. He wasn’t sure if he could handle tons of students only signing up for his class for him. He had not plans on indulging them any further into personal life.

But his routine, regimented schedule was all fine and dandy, and surely he thought they would be enough. They had to be enough, right? That’s what he thought. Surely the monotony of teaching countless students would be enough; that’s what he had come to believe anyway. It had worked out for the two prior years, surely it should have been the same going into his third year there.

Until the day you stepped into his classroom on that first day of that brand new semester and school year. You weren’t like the others...you looked excited, alert, like you actually wanted to be there. Like you wanted to listen to him teach. Like you cared. The swarm of students surrounding you barely looked alive, but you did. There was a certain magnetic charm that you possessed that happened to draw in everyone around you, including the man at the front of the room. The man that was determined to adhere to the strict routine that he had concocted for himself; the man that vowed he not stray from his class structure. The man that so desperately just wanted to be a good man.

He hadn’t noticed you at first, keeping his gaze focused on the papers and stacks on his desk, picking up the roll call sheets and running through them with a sense of disinterest. Name after name of students that probably just took the class because they needed some sort of credit. They responded in voices that were barely audible, tones that strongly suggested that they did not care whether he made a note of them being in attendance.

But when he got to your name, calling it out softly, and he heard you confidently and happily respond with a loud here, his deep brown eyes almost jumped out of his sockets. He paused and looked up, taking a moment to push his thick, dark rimmed glasses up his noise, before searching for you in a sea of students. But he knew he had found you when he spied the beautiful face beaming back at him. You offered him the biggest smile he had ever seen within the confines of the small lecture hall.

He was momentarily phased, but the corners of his mouth lifted up slightly as he returned your brilliant smile with the best he could muster up. But before he could get too caught up in anything, even a singular thought that roamed freely, someone loudly coughed and snapped him out of his trance. Quickly switching back to his professor mode, he looked back at the roster and called out the rest of the names, tic marks and blanks boxes galore down the long sheet.

Like his life, his class structure was regimented, and while he thoroughly enjoyed history, he found it difficult, tedious even, to drone on about pre-revolutionary war America for hours. Sometimes it was enough to make his eyes almost glaze over; while it annoyed him that it got to his students as well, he couldn’t always blame them. But there was something about today, the way that you had smiled at him, that sent a spark off deep within him, and something just snapped. He found himself moving more about the lectern, his hands waving more animatedly as he gave his introductory lecture, and most importantly of all, he found himself stealing glances at you. And you met his glances, almost in a challenging way, never looking away when his gaze lingered a few seconds longer than necessary.

But, like everyone else, you were eager to pack up your bag and leave when he was finished and excused everyone. You glanced at him a few times as you slid your notebooks and textbook back into your satchel, wondering if you should introduce yourself, or hell, if he really even cared. But instead of acting on any impulses and potentially making a fool out of yourself, you hitched the bag further up your shoulder and left along with the rest of the crowd, letting them swallow you up and allowing you to blend in. It was the end of the day, everyone was eager to get home, especially after the first day of the new semester. Javier was too; first days were always tiring just alone with administrative tasks and getting to know hundreds of new names and faces. But none of them mattered, not really, they were just more students in an endless sea that he would teach and then forget about as soon as finals were graded and returned.

But somehow...you stuck in his mind. Your face, your curious eyes and soft little smile were already burned into his mind. He found himself musing on it, on how intently you had scribbled down notes, even if he didn’t feel like there was anything to memorize, how your leg bounced up and down the few times your mind seemed to wander as you had glanced around the room, taking in the other students. A low sigh escaped his lips as he slid his paperwork, texts, and other items into his book bag before throwing it over his shoulder. He wasn’t going to let his mind get hung up on you, or anyone or anything else for that matter.

Sure, you were pretty, very pretty, but so were plenty of other students. He wasn’t going to lie to him; he could admit, at least to himself, when he found a student attractive. Sure, you had a smile that had spoken to something within him, but -no. You were one student in a sea of hundreds the had for the semester. You would forget him as soon as you turned in your final and went on winter break. He was sure of it. Javier Peña was trying to be a good man, and letting his thoughts go wild about a student was definitely not part of that plan.

When he got home that evening, he walked in the door and left his bag on the small dresser he kept in the hallway, followed by his keys and shoes before eagerly greeting Stevie. He’d stopped by between classes to take check on him, always making sure he had plenty of food, water, and pets before he had to go back. He glanced around the small kitchen, already pondering what he would make for dinner, knowing he was stocked up on everything he would need for the week. In his retirement from the DEA he had become a meticulous planner, something that easily kept his mind busy, and Sundays had become his grocery shopping days were he loaded up on necessities for the week. It was robotic and allowed for little free thought; routine, routine, routine.

But before he could flick on the soft kitchen light, his hand lingered on the switch, fingers drumming lightly against the plastic plate while he contemplated his next move. Instead of flipping it on, he dropped his hand and grabbed Stevie’s leash off of the counter-top, dropping to his knees as the small dog wagged his tail in sheer excitement at the prospect of a walk. He gave him a few pets as he clipped the lease on, making sure his large ears received a good scratch.

“What do you say you and I go and pick up some pizza, huh? We’ll even get some beer. Call it a guys’ night,” Stevie made a small sound of excitement, clearly acquiescing to Javier’s plan. He stood back up to his full height, his joints crackling lightly as he grabbed his thin windbreaker, wallet, and keys, slipped his shoes back on and walked out the door, his mind already on the pizza place a few blocks away. It wasn’t even anything he really gave too much thought to, it was most certainly not part of his plan. No, this was all new - a break.

It was the first Javier Pena had strayed from his evening routine in almost three years.

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As soon as you stepped through the door of your apartment you let out a long sigh as you tossed your book bag onto the floor and stumbled into the living room, flopping face down on the well worn couch. Sarah, your closest confidant and roommate throughout your college experience, looked up from her book and with a small smirk on her face. She’s gotten out of her classes and finished for the day hours ago.

“First day was that good, huh?” she pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, as you turned your head to glare at her. She was in her last year of school too but had been smart, so you’d come to realize, and taken more classes than she needed in earlier years so her last year would be a breeze. You envied her and wished you’d done the same; now you were stuck with classes that were long, tedious, and required more thinking than you would have liked.

“I don’t know how I’m going to survive this semester,” you admitted with a heavy sigh; you had no one to blame but yourself. It still didn’t make your little pity party any better, “today’s classes were...boring at best, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a teacher that cared less than my last one. The topic’s already not my favorite, clearly not his, and I have no clue how I’m going to survive the semester, and this stupid class was the only one open that satisfied one of my last requirements. I’m trying to be excited, you know, to trick myself into liking it, but I dunno if that’s gonna work out.”

“If it all goes to hell, there’s always next semester,” she offered with a shrug before closing her book and tossing it on the coffee table, “what class it is?”

“Pre-revolutionary war American history,” you groaned as she gave you a pained look. Nothing about any of the words that spilled forth from your mouth sounded even remotely exciting, “aka hell. Whoever decided that there should be a whole dedicated college course to this subject clearly wasn’t in their right mind.”

“Hey,” she said suddenly, slipping out of the arm chair and trekking into the small kitchen, before rustling through a static of old mail. She was silent for a few moments before letting out a small aha and grabbing something out before tossing it at you, “I thought that class sounded familiar. Isn’t the guy teaching it the one that in the teacher highlight thing for this month or whatever?”

“You actually think I read this?” you scoffed and took the small magazine, shifting through the pages as you tried to find what she was referring to you. You made it almost to the end before finding the small article hidden and tucked away at the back. Quickly skimming it, you found your professor’s small, grainy, black and white picture staring back at you, “Javier Peña. Yup, that’s him.”

“He’s hot,” Sarah quipped over your shoulder as you silently rolled your eyes at her. That was most definitely not why you had signed up for the class. While you weren’t about to admit you mirrored her thought, you couldn’t help but think she was right. There was something about the small photo looking back up at you that suggested he was...very attractive. Hell, you’d seen him in person, and could confirm. The few times you’d gotten a good look at his face, when he wasn’t bent over his notes or facing the board, you couldn’t deny that he was attractive. Tan, golden skin, thick dark hair and eyes, a handsome face. Yeah, he was hot, but you weren’t about to dwell on that, “do you think he’s single?”

“Sarah,” you groaned at her as you read over the article, surprised to find that was ex-DEA, having apprehended some of the most notorious criminals in recent history. He had seemed anything like the man they had discussed in the article when he had stood in front of the class earlier that afternoon, “that is not...no, that has nothing to do with anything. I just need to satisfy a few more credits in history and I’m done. That’s it; nothing more.”

“I’m just saying,” she shrugged before giving your shoulder a playful nudge, “a little eye candy doesn’t hurt. Especially when you’re taking a class like that. Good lord it sounds awful, I wonder how he got stuck teaching that. Was he as good looking in person?”

“Sar-ah,” you said with her namely slowly as you shook your head at her and sat up. She picked her book back up, a small playing across her features, “none of that matters. But, if you have to know, yes. He was very good looking, in that older guy kind of way.”

“Go on...” she feigned innocence but you could already see the gears turning in her head.

“There’s not much less to say,” you insisted, internally groaning, “wore glasses when he was teaching, white button up, I dunno, the average professor look.”

A damned white button up that had fit him perfectly, highlighting his broad chest, trousers that were slightly tighter than they needed to be, and a silver watch had sat on his wrist. Simple, effective, but yeah, a very good look.

“The average hot professor look, “ she sighed wistfully. The two of you, while best friends at heart, were polar opposites in many ways. While you namely cared about classes and just getting it done, she was more prone to getting lost in her daydream fantasies and pursuing matters of the heart, “I’m just saying! There’s nothing wrong with finding your professor good looking, as long as you’re respectful. Besides, he doesn’t need to know if you think about him at night or when you’re with a boy that you wish was a man like him. Besides, Javier Peña. Professor Peña. That even sounds hot.”

“Why are we friends?” you sighed as you rolled off the couch, a tone of amusement coloring your voice, “why are you the way that you are!?”

“You love me!” she called out after you as you made your way to your bedroom, deciding to get a head start on some work so you wouldn’t already fall behind.

“I’m questioning that,” you stuck your tongue out at her as you grabbed the magazine off the floor and took it along with you. You hoped she wouldn’t notice, but you were sure that her eagle eyed gaze wouldn’t miss a thing, “goodbye and good riddance!’

“Have fun staring at Professor Peña!” your cheeks felt warm and you were sure a deep crimson was already creeping into them. You remained silent as you grabbed your book bag and walked into the room, letting the door slam behind you.

Setting the bag onto your desk, you flopped on your bed as you reopened the magazine and looked back at the small picture again, re-reading the article. It didn’t say much about much him, or speak to who he really was. it was strictly related to business, just like he had seemed to be as he stood in front of the class and gave an almost two hour long lecture with no breaks. He didn’t seem much like a man that was running around and taking down criminals in the heat of Colombia. He had just seemed like a tired, worn out, disinterested man. A far cry from what was presented in the short little article.

And yet...you couldn’t help but think of the few times he met your eyes when he’d occasionally looked up from the board or his lecture notes. You swore there had been a smile on his face then, even if it was a small one, but then again, maybe you had been lost in your own delusions as you had watched him.

You’d even done your best to actively pay attention and take notes, both wanting him to know that you cared about class and because you knew it would be your downfall if you allowed yourself to miss anything. Even if it wasn’t your cup of tea, you wanted to give him your attention; it wasn’t his fault that it was a tiresome subject - someone had to each it after all. You’d felt bad as you looked at everyone around, all so zombie like and disinterested, looking like they would rather have been anywhere else in the world. You were sure he had noticed it too.

But you’d already decided to make an effort to actively participate in his class and do your best. You’d quickly scribbled down his office hours and told yourself that if you needed help or had questions you’d ask before you’d let yourself fall behind and struggle. Maybe he didn’t care, he didn’t really seem to, but you did. You somehow felt a need to prove to yourself that you could handle this class, and to prove to him that someone cared, that his efforts were worth it.

As you dogeared the page with his article on it, you closed the magazine and chucked it into your desk. You didn’t know what his deal was, or wasn’t, but you figured you’d be able to something out of him. Maybe learn more about the man from Colombia, and not just the professor that seemed so lost and wrapped up in his own head.

He had seemed so tired, so...run down that for someone reason it seemed to oddly affect you. Maybe it was because you had seen a glimmer of a smile on his face, watching as his dark eyes had crinkled up the few times he caught your gaze, how it almost reached them fully. Maybe there was more to him, maybe there was more to him than he had wanted to give out. But you were determined to find out what it was.

You were set that you would try and pull something out of Javier Peña, even if it was just a full smile. Something about him spoke to you, something had drawn you to something, causing an itch that you desperately needed to to scratch. And you sure as hell would.

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isolemnlyswearpevensie · 4 years

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Paper Cut Part 2 | Edmund Pevensie x Reader Soulmate AU

Warnings: Making out/kissing

Time/Era: Modern AU but the Pevensies have been to Narnia.

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: Y/N confronts Edmund about the intense injuries she had received in the past.

A/N: Here’s the second part to paper cut :) If you haven’t read the first part, link below! Please send requests :D Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 3 | masterlist | read on ao3

“Edmund, I think you have a lot of explaining to do.”

Edmund’s face was unreadable, almost as if it was made of stone. He stayed quiet; the only sounds that filled the air were the shuffling of the barista and the espresso machine. Y/N wished he would just say something. The silence was damning.

“Edmund?” His gaze didn’t falter at his name but stayed glued to Y/N’s hand. His eyes traveled up her arm, taking mental notes of every scar, bruise, bump, or cut. Edmund stood up without a word, the chair making a painful screeching noise in his path, and walked out of the coffee shop.

Meeting her soulmate had been completely different in her head; maybe they would fall into each other’s arms in the streets of London. He would sweep her off of her feet after noticing a small scar on her neck and say something disgustingly romantic. “I’ve been waiting for you, Y/N, you’re even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” Then, they would fall madly, deeply in love, and adopt a dog. Fall wedding perhaps? Maybe summer? But here Y/N sat, one hand on her stomach, the other gripping a foreign notebook. Before Y/N could process what was happening, Edmund was out of sight and she was left to her own thoughts.

“Y/N! Wake up!” Y/N was startled by Y/B/F/N shaking her awake. “Don’t you have a final in like an hour?”

That sentence felt like a bucket of ice water. Y/N sprung up from her warm bed and scrambled to get ready. The clock seemed to run dangerously fast and by the time she opened the door of her lecture hall, the test was being passed out.

“You have three hours and because I’m in such a good mood, you may use your study guide.” The professor continued to pass the packets around the room. They looked thick and time-consuming. Time management had never been Y/N’s strong suit.

When she was handed her paper, all she could do was take a deep breath. This professor was a harsh grader, so unless her answers were 100% correct, there was no way Y/N would pass. She took the unfamiliar notebook she received from Edmund out of her bag and opened it to his scribbled notes.

His handwriting was somewhere in between messy and neat; some of the words ran into one another and they were all slanted to the right slightly, yet the letters were beautifully constructed and entirely intelligible. Edmund also took it upon himself to highlight passages he deemed important with a note at the beginning that read: my sister had to take o chem. I asked her what’s important. That was sweet, Y/N thought.

It seemed as if Edmund knew what he was talking about, too. Each answer was answered completely with further background information to make it easy to understand. Why would you willingly take this? Seems like hell… was written in the margins next to one of the boxes of text. I could say the same about law, sweater boy.

By the time Y/N had finished her final, the three hours had turned into 10 minutes. She was one of three students left in the classroom and the other two were looking beyond panicked. Most of the class seemed to have either blazed through it like it was an 8-year-old’s math homework or given up halfway through and accepted their loss. Y/N, however, had to pass this class so she triple-checked her answers, took a daydream break, then checked it again. She would be lying if she said her daydreams didn’t consist of Edmund. She wondered if he would ever text her again.

The young girl hurriedly walked out of the classroom, happy to be done with the semester. She wrapped her jacket tightly around her and braced herself to brave the aggressive weather.

“Hey,” A voice from her right called out. It was Edmund; he was leaning against the wall lazily. His nose was a bright pink, as were his cheeks, and his hands were pushed into his pockets for warmth.

“Edmund? What are you doing here? You must be freezing!” Y/N walked over to him and looked him once over. A simple long sleeve shirt, vest, and jeans. Y/N slung her wool scarf around his neck.

“Oh, uh, thanks…” He pushed himself off of the wall with his shoulder. Damn, his shoulders were huge.

“I’m sorry about the coffee shop, I didn’t mean to jump you like that,” Y/N apologized bashfully. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“No, I get it. I would have the same reaction. That’s, uh, why I’m here.” Edmund was awkward, looking anywhere but her eyes. Instead, he observed her freckles, eyebrows, and cheeks. “I was wondering if we could, uh, talk? Maybe somewhere private? Like my dorm?”

“Oh, so you want to take me, your newly discovered soulmate, back to your dorm?” Y/N had a hint of mischief in her eyes and a teasing smile on her lips. Edmund’s eyes grew wide and he started to sputter.

“That’s not what I meant! I would never! I mean unless you wanted to, but no! I just meant to talk,” His cheeks are red again, but this time it wasn’t from the cold.

“I’m just taking the piss, let’s go, vesty.”

Edmunds dorm was not what she was expecting. One side looked like it was hit by a tornado, but the other was very organized. Even on the floor, there was a distinct division between the two sides. The neat side, which appeared to be Edmund’s, was very plain. His bed was made with a red duvet and black pillows, his desk was blank besides a small pencil cup, and the cork board hanging above his desk had reminders and pictures.

“Those are my siblings,” Edmund noticed Y/N’s wandering eyes. “They’re practically dying to meet you, Y/N.”

“How did you know my name? I never told you,” She crossed her arms and strained her neck to look back at him.

“Ah, so I was right, you don’t remember me. We took a few classes together during first and second years. I always thought you were cute, so I guess it stuck.” Now it was Y/N’s turn to blush.

“You think I’m cute?” Her arms uncrossed and turned so she was facing him head-on.

“Well, yeah. You are my soulmate, after all, Y/N. Don’t be silly,” Edmund seemed to be growing more and more comfortable. He was enjoying watching her blush because of what he said; it made a sense of pride grow in his stomach. This was his person, and she was standing right in front of him.

“Speaking of soulmates…” Y/N trailed off and looked towards the floor. Her hands grasp the zipper of her jacket and unzip it, before rolling up the bottom of her shirt. The jagged scar was on full display, a stark contrast against the skin of her abdomen. Edmund eyed it guiltily; he knew the exact pain she had to go through to get that scar. She had to go through that pain because of him. His own hands found the bottom seam of his own clothes and pulled it up to reveal a matching mark.

“I can explain but you won’t believe me,” His honey-brown eyes met hers.

“Try me, Pevensie.”

He led her to sit on her bed and sat next to her. Y/N hastily kicked off her shoes so she could sit with her legs crossed on her bed. Her shoes tumbled to the ground with two thuds. Edmund, on the other hand, just bent one leg and let the other hang off the edge. He took her hands in his.

“You have to promise me to listen to it all before you ask questions,” Edmund fidgeted nervously with a ring on Y/N’s fingers as they spoke. Y/N didn’t know if this was on purpose or a subconscious action, but it comforted her all the same.

“Well, when I was young my parents sent my siblings and me to live away from home. When we were there, my little sister Lucy discovered a wardrobe in one of the spare rooms. Well, inside the wardrobe was this beautiful land called Narnia. It was gorgeous and huge! And when I say huge, I mean HUGE!” He caught himself rambling excitedly and reeled it back in. “Well, uh, anyway, there was this woman, we called her the White Witch and she manipulated me into basically selling my siblings out. The entire nation of Narnia got into a huge battle and the White Witch stabbed me.”

“Did she lock you up somewhere cold?” Y/N asked, disregarding her promise to stay quiet.

“Um, yeah. She locked me in this big ice cell. It wasn’t fun. I’m pretty sure I almost got frostbite but my body rejected it because I started warming up randomly.”

Y/N smiled. The paper towel.

“But that scar on your stomach,” He took his hand away from yours and gently touched your stomach. “Is because she stabbed me. But again, my sister Lucy had this special liquid that could heal any injury.”

Edmund seemed to smile at the memory. “Long story short, my siblings and I got crowned Kings and Queens of Narnia and ruled for a number of years. We then got sent back-”

“Wait, wait, wait, Kings, and Queens? Who are you? Alexander the Great?” Her tone was teasing and unbelieving.

“Edmund the Just, actually. And I told you to listen!” His smile reached his eyes this time. “Well we came back to earth through the wardrobe and we were kids again! About a year later, we returned to Narnia and met our good friend Caspian. We had to fight Caspian’s home country. In the end, Aslan helped us and Caspian became a king as well.”

“Who’s Aslan?” Y/N was doing her best to keep up and believe the information, but it was quite hard.

“He’s a big lion, he’s kind of like the ruler of Narnia. I guess you could say a God? I guess…”

“A big lion god? Edmund…”

“I know it sounds crazy, Y/N. I know but you have to believe me! I went one more time with Lucy and my cousin. We were on a big Naval ship with Caspian and we had to find a bunch of swords-”

“Edmund, love, just tell me the truth.” Y/N was sad that right off the bat her soulmate was lying to her. Edmund’s eyes seemed to lose their sparkle.

“I would never lie to you, Y/N. Here, look.” He took off Y/N’s scarf and gently placed it on the bed before pulling his vest and shirt over his head. On his rips was a beautifully drawn tattoo of a lion that appeared to be roaring. And on his collarbone was a sword. Y/N delicately reached her hand out and ran her fingertips against the drawing of the weapon. It had insane detail and the way it was drawn made it look sharp. Y/N retracted her hand and sat back.

“That’s one of the swords we found during my third trip. It was gifted to Caspian by the lord who owned it. And this is Aslan. His roar was the most powerful magic in all of Narnia.” Edmund searched Y/N’s face for any emotion she was feeling. Right now, she was staring at the sword with a pondering look on her face.

“Okay, say you were a king-”

“I am a king.”

“Fine, you’re a king. What exactly did you do, ya know, as a ruler?”

“Well, me and my brother Peter ran the army and trained them for battle. Along with other things like managing trade and creating political policies.”

“So, fighting? You fight?”

“Yeah, I fought in many battles, big and small. I got stabbed, remember.” His smile was cheeky and he pulled his long sleeve back on. “Once I got good, I didn’t even use a shield. I fought with two swords.”

“TWO? Aren’t those things heavy?”

“Well, yes, but when you went through all of the training I did, it gets easier.” Edmund could tell he was starting to believe him.

“Tell me more.”

The two spent the next few hours discussing the ins and outs of Narnia down to the floor plan of Cair Paravel. Y/N had decided that Edmund had way too much detail to be making it up, and even if he did, it was so magical that she wouldn’t even be mad.

“Okay, vesty, I believe you.” Y/N says after Edmund gave a lengthy explanation about all the gifts his siblings received and what they do. He stopped mid-word and stared at her.

“You believe me? Really?”

Y/N smiled and nodded. “Yes, Edmund. I’m going to be spending my life with you, your highness, so I may as well get familiar with it.”

“Please don’t call me that,” Edmund scooted closer to her. “I hated it even when people in Narnia called me that. I don’t need people outside of Narnia calling me it. Especially not you.”

She turned her head so she was staring right at him. “Why not me?” Y/N’s speech came out as a whisper. They were so close that she didn’t need to speak loudly.

“Because if I really was your highness, it would be kind of weird for me to do this.”

Edmund placed a hand on Y/N’s jaw and leaned in. His lips barely brushed her lips before pressing firmly against them. Y/N’s eyes closed shut and she happily kissed back.

When people described kissing their soulmate for the first time, they always explain it as an electric spark igniting throughout their entire body. They explain it as a firework show full of magnificent colors. Kissing Edmund didn’t feel like that. Kissing Edmund felt like home. She felt safe, secure, and loved as if kissing this boy was what she was meant to do for her entire life. The way he tasted, like peppermint and candy, was the best thing she had ever tasted. And they way he held her, one hand on her jaw and the other holding her close to him by her waist, felt like the warmth of a favorite blanket. The way he moved made her knees feel like jelly.

As their lip lock continued, his fingertips danced across her back until it landed on the other side of her jaw. He pulled away from their kiss, pressing a quick peck against her nose and jaw before leaning against his headboard.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for my entire life,” Y/N said, her voice gentle and soft.

“Me too. The thought of kissing you, Y/N L/N, was the only thing that got me through some tough times. I had to make it to be able to feel what it was like.”

Y/N was silent for a long moment.

“Edmund, love, do you think I will ever go to Narnia?”

Edmund looked at her for a long moment then smiled with half of his mouth.

“I don’t know, darling, but anything is possible. Especially when it comes to Narnia.”

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I’m considering going into law as a career path but I’m not sure...do you have any insight or advice?

hi!!!!! uh ok several thoughts coming from someone who struggled with “is this really what i want” before going into law school/the first three semesters. under the cut because this is LONG.

1. the first question you may want to ask yourself is whether or not you have enough interest (note: not passion.... more on that later) in law as a subject to study it for 3-4 years. are you updated on current events, both in your country, and abroad? do you have an idea of what law school in your country is like? why do you want to go into law? admittedly these are questions you yourself have to answer, to see if it really is worth it. the why is very important, because this may be the only thing that sustains you when you’re wading through coursework and dealing with scary professors and getting cold-called. if you think that it’s something you’d be interested enough in to put in admittedly a lot of time, emotion, and suffering into, then that’s great!! ok. this may tie into the next thing you have to ask yourself: 2. do you have an interest in/or are willing to learn the skills which are required in law school and beyond? law students are required to read huge piles of text, be able to digest it, retain it, and then regurgitate it both in class discussions and in exams. this means that you need to at least be a diligent, patient reader, an efficient and clear writer, and a strong speaker. in your later years, you will have to draft pleadings and memoranda. this requires extremely sharp writing skills, logic, research abilities, and (weirdly enough), organizational skills. you need the patience to make an argument for a client, usually crafted out of documents and legal provisions and mountains of cases. you don’t have to be all these things right away-- my classmates and i, in our first semesters, had no idea what was going on, and nobody knew how to speak up when called without panicking or stammering or (in my case) nearly crying. but you learn those things in time. are you willing to put in the effort? then you can do it, absolutely. 3. are you ready for the lifestyle law school requires? i’ll say this right away. it can be one of the most unhealthy environments you’ve ever been in. i’ve mentioned the heavy coursework-- it depends again on where you’re studying, but the course load can usually vary from 10-20 cases (say... 5 to 100 pages at most per case?) per class, plus a handful of laws and articles. you have to have read these -- skimmed, briefed, digested, taken notes -- and then be ready for class discussions, where you could get cold-called. this entails pretty much an entire life which revolves around studying. it does get easier, and it does get lighter (in the sense that life does come back), but the first semester or so of law school will be completely about trying to chase every deadline, every requirement, and yes, every bit of sleep you can catch. the actual environment can be difficult as well-- in some law schools, the learning atmosphere can be tense, to say the least: the professors can be quite strict, if not downright harsh, and you can spend entire class sessions getting grilled through the socratic method, aka an endless barrage of questions you may not know the answer too. the culture shock coming in is pretty hard as well. suddenly, you’re grouped with so many brilliant, hard-working, eloquent people that it becomes easy to doubt yourself. from experience, law school took such a toll on my physical and mental health (poor sleep, poor eating habits, bad class performance and being afraid of the professors) that i was very close to quitting. however....... IT GETS BETTER. okay, hopefully, i haven’t scared you away. now make these considerations: 4. if you have a strong reason for wanting to go to law school, and getting through it, then even the hard parts become worthwhile. initially i wanted to go to law school because i was mildly intrigued by how i could use the speaking and writing skills i got from my college degree. after becoming quickly disillusioned by my first few weeks, i had to rethink why i would want to stay. one reason, admittedly, is that the promise of a well-paying job can keep you working through everything despite all the pain, suffering, and embarrasment. that sounds really covetous ngl but...... i once mentioned on this blog that i wanted to work in something i wasn’t extremely, wildly passionate about, so that i would have the money and security to fund my real passions. living, and living well is so expensive. not all of us can work in things we absolutely, completely love, so if there’s an opportunity to sustain yourself well, so that you can keep doing the things you like in the side, then it is an opportunity worth pursuing. another reason, at least for me, is that while one aspect of law and lawyering that most ppl see is the “jeff winger” “harvey specter” sleazy lawyer aspect, admittedly, a lot of the law is embedded in the things we do, and the rights we possess. if two people are fighting over a piece of land, they turn to the law to resolve it. if someone is being arrested without cause, then it’s the law that’s being disregarded. you do have the potential to help many people, just by your knowledge of basic civil rights, to some labor laws, to property rights. you don’t necessarily have to work pro bono all the time, but you can accrue enough knowledge to help individuals who don’t know the law as well, and as deeply as you could. and that in itself can keep you going-- you know that you could keep someone out of jail, or help them claim support, or protest unfair labor practices. 5. the journey can be more beautiful than you expect. ok this sounds like live, laugh, love bullcrap but to illustrate: i was completely afraid and lost during my first year of law school, but i had the total luck of becoming blockmates with smart, funny, kind people who became my family in law school. we studied together, went drinking at the end of the sem, had lunch and dinner and breakfast while reading and talking and fighting and teaching each other things. i know for a fact that some of these people will be my bridesmaids, and people i’ll contact for work, and to hang out with 10 years in the future. these people keep you going. as much as i mentioned terror professors, there are also the ones who taught so well, and gave me so much inspiration through the sheer passion they had for the law. there are professors who spend the entire day talking one-on-one to the students to check on how they are. i broke down in front of two professors after class in my first year-- the first one awkwardly comforted me, and the second pulled me into the faculty reading room to have a good, private cry. she handed me a tissue afterwards. you have the opportunity to learn from both brilliant and kind professors and fellow law students, and suddenly, things become a little easier. cases actually make sense. you know how to study for exams and how to speak up in class. you finally get 8 hours of sleep (i do tbh). you find a little to like about learning each and every day. so, in short-- law school is brutal, and it can be unmerciful. but you don’t need to be smart to get through: just be a little interested, very hard-working, and have a lot of grit. please let me know how you’re doing, friend! good luck.

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tw: medical discussion, mention of prescription drug use

Personal Post: Appreciate any words of encouragement but honestly just trying to throw my thoughts out to the universe.

I’m struggling so hard right now folks. For context: I am 25. I have a lot of medical issues, rheumatoid arthritis, IBS, ADHD, PCOS. And those are just my long term diseases. When I turned 18 I started having hip pain on my left side accompanied by numbness. I had assumed it was my newly diagnosed arthritis and dismissed it for a few years. Almost three years ago, I finally brought it up to my doctor and long story short, we learned I had a hip impingement which is when there is extra bone on the ball of my hip, making it hurt to walk.

I had surgery last summer for it and while they were in my body, they learned I had a pretty bad labrum tear (on a scale of 1-4, I had a 3) and they fixed it when they removed the extra bone because even though it was decently bad, it never showed up on any of my scans.

Now my surgery didn’t really fix any of my hip problems. My base level of pain was lower, but with any activity it gets pretty high, pretty quickly. (That was context, let’s get to the past 36 hours).

On Friday afternoon, I went to go sit down in my desk chair at school (you know, nothing wild) and as I sit, I felt and heard a loud POP in the front side of my left hip. I yelled so loud, one of the kids who had passed my room a few seconds prior ran back to check on me (one of my sophomores, aka my og crew from year 1).

I stood up immediately and it felt like a muscle had just cramped so I tried walking it off. Sitting hurt the most, followed by standing, then walking so I walked for thirty minutes with a pretty severe limp, hoping that it would slowly go away the more I used it.

It got a little better, not much and then I had to sit for two hours to tutor two students who were on quarantine. Then I had my hour drive home where I turned on my heated seats since usually the heat helps my hip.

Well. It made my lower back hurt INSANELY bad (when it hadn’t hurt previously. Or at least less than my hip had so I hadn’t noticed it). When I got home from my hour commute, I could barely walk and carry my backpack into the house, let alone get up the three steps into my parents’ house.

I took leftover Percocet from my surgery last summer to help with the pain Friday night and it took my 8 pain level down to a 5 and I finally managed to fall asleep.

This morning I woke up and my limp wasn’t as bad, but my hip still hurt and so did my lower back and I was at a 7 on the pain scale. Despite that, I went to breakfast with my family and took another Percocet just so I could see how I would feel around 3 when it wore off since my RA is usually pretty bad in the morning too but calms down by 12 or so and I didn’t want to be worn down from my RA pain and my injury. Even with the Percocet, I was still at 4/5 all morning.

I ended up falling asleep around 11:45 because I don’t sleep too much during the week combined with the med and woke up at 3 at a 7 on the pain scale. I asked my best friend who is a BSN if I needed to go to the ER taking all the above in consideration and the fact that the Percocet didn’t do too terribly much for my pain and she told me I needed to go asap ESPECIALLY because it was my surgery hip.

So I went to my rinky dink rural medicine hospital. They put me in a room for two hours and forgot about me until the doctor finally saw me on his list, came and saw me and said “I don’t know why the hell they put you in this room when I need you in a bed to test your range of motion.” (I was in an old closet with a phlebotomy chair.)

He did range of motion in my hip. Not the worse I’ve ever had but not great either. Said he felt how swollen I was in my hip and thought I might have retorn my labrum or even had one of the strings repairing my labrum last year break. The only thing he could do was a CT, not an MRI, to see if my hip or one of my vertabrae had came out of place. Luckily they hadn’t (though at this point I almost wish they had. It might have been an easier fix.)

He recommended I take three days off of work, go on crutches, and take it easy. I’m a middle/high school English teacher who is semestered by double periods. Missing three days of work is like missing six class days. I barely wanted crutches, I’ve walked like this for a day, how are crutches gonna help? But then I got a steroid shot and it made the pain a solid 8. The doctor kept checking on me and saw me crying so he gave me a shot of morphine and I told him I changed my mind, I wanted the crutches.

I’m hopeful that in the morning I’ll feel at least marginally better. I don’t think I will, but I’m gonna hope for it at least. He gave me steroids, Percocet for the week (which I’ll only be able to take at night because obviously I can’t teach kids while having Percocet in me), and anti nausea meds just in case. But I have to call my doctor who did the surgery for a follow up… which wouldn’t be bad except he’s four hours away. And he’s probably going to request the special MRI I got to confirm I needed surgery. Which I can only get done down where he practices. So that’s two sick days gone right there.

God forbid I actually need surgery to fix a tear FROM SITTING DOWN IN A FUCKING CHAIR. I’ll use all my sick time right there. (I only have 20 days and 3 personal. I take sick days for appointments often because of my specialist appointments and my work bestie is getting married on a Sunday in May so I’m taking a personal day for the following day.) I told my work bestie that the doctor wanted me to take three days off and she said to do it, I had the time and when I pointed out the potential for surgery, she cringed and agreed with what I said about sticking it out for the next three days.

And to top it all off, my parents are acting like I’m over exaggerating. I asked my mom to take my car and drop me off because my legs had started to go weak (which was the entire reason I went to the ER and not the pain. Because I assumed something had happened to my back for my legs to go weak.) She refused, so I drove myself. Was going to drive myself home until the doctor gave me a morphine shot. When I got in the car complaining about my hip, starting to cry about the recommendations, my dad just told me “that’s life kid, deal with it.”

I don’t feel comfortable unloading this on my coworker friends because I know this is a lot. But I’m just so… disappointed. I have lost thirty pounds this year, a major goal of my doctors but never really pushed. Got better at taking my medicine (thank you ADHD diagnosis and medication). But like, I am 25 and might have to have hip surgery… again. And my doctor had said if he had to go in again there was a high chance I would have to get a hip replacement because any additional repairs might be hard with how much damage I had done to my labrum already.

I’m tired, my body is exhausted, I’m already dreading the outcome and time off I’m going to be taking over the next month because of this. I’m annoyed by my parents’ reaction to the whole thing. I’m dreading work this week because I know everyone is going to say something about me being in crutches.

This just sucks folks. I was having such an okay school year until this decided to say “nah, sucks to be you.”

#personal #me #personal problems #in which paige is a medical hot mess

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dirty little secret

Pairing: Namjoon/Seokjin, side Yoongi/Hoseok Rating: E Warnings/tags: college au kind of?, art history professor namjoon, acting professor jin, fluff, smut, angst with a happy ending, namjoon is awkward af, so many bad jokes thanks jin, porn, masturbation, more tags to be added Genre: fluff/smut Summary: Kim Namjoon is an art history professor with a terrible dating history and a desire for love that he’s all but given up on. When actor Kim Seokjin joins the university as an interim professor, Namjoon’s world is turned upside down. But is everything as it seems? Chapter 1/?

Namjoon zipped his pants and pulled off his dirty shirt, tossing it into the nearby laundry hamper. He glanced at his bedroom door out of habit, knowing nobody would be there to witness his shame. Dropping his head back against the headrest of his computer chair, he let out a sigh before clicking out of the browser window and switching to his work folder, opening the file of saved essays he had to mark.

*****

“Alright, everyone, that’s it for today. If you have any questions about the mark you received on your paper, please come see me during my office hours. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: If you don’t understand the assignment or need any clarification, please come and visit me well before it’s due. I can’t help you if I don’t know there’s a problem.” Namjoon leaned against the lecture stand and grinned at the class. “See you Thursday.” There was a flurry of movement and the usual clatter of students packing up for the day as Namjoon’s Art History 100 class began to file out of the classroom. The first year classes weren’t his favourite. Too many students were there hoping for an easy A without actually caring about the subject material, though he did usually manage to find one or two who developed a spark of interest in art over the course of the semester. It was those instances that kept him going, always hoping to find a few more that would experience the joy he felt flipping through the books, studying techniques and inspirations and finding ways to incorporate those into his own life. As the last student trailed out, Namjoon picked up his folders and pushed his glasses a bit further up his nose, hoping not to lose them and break yet another pair. A laugh came from the doorway.

“Making sure you don’t break the new ones?” Namjoon looked up from his folders to see his best friend, Min Yoongi, standing in the doorway. He tried to scowl, but held it for only half a second before breaking out into laughter.

“I mean, I did just get these ones. And I like them,” Namjoon said. “Lunch?”

Yoongi nodded, and Namjoon walked up the steps in the lecture hall to join him at the door.

*****

The walk to the cafeteria was short, the building being only two down from the arts building that both Namjoon and Yoongi’s classes were held in.

“So anyway, until they get someone from the tech department in, I can’t do half my lecture because they won’t let me fix the equipment on my own. Even though I could do it faster than any of the tech guys because I mean, they’re good, but they’re computer guys. Not music guys.” Yoongi scrunched up his mouth in frustration.

“That sucks, Yoon. When are they supposed to be coming?”

“Tomorrow,” Yoongi sighed. “Not that long really, and it’s before the next time the class runs, but it’s fucking frustrating when it’s something I could fix in ten minutes.”

Namjoon nodded. “It’s probably insurance reasons. Like, only IT guys can do repairs or the insurance is void.”

“You’re so rational,” Yoongi said, scrunching up his face. “Speaking of which…” his change in tone had Namjoon on guard. “How’d your date go the other night?”

Namjoon groaned. “Don’t ask.”

“Namjoon, again? Come on. I thought you said this one had potential.” Yoongi sighed as he grabbed a sandwich before heading to the coffee counter, Namjoon following close behind.

“He did, I mean, he was really cute and everything. An accountant. But he laughed when I asked him if he liked art, Yoongi. I mean honestly hyung, what am I supposed to do with that?”

Yoongi sighed. “Look, Joon, I get it. I do. I couldn’t date someone who wasn’t into music. But honestly - how long has it been since you got laid? Because I’m telling you, you need it. I’d be shocked if your students couldn’t tell.”

“Yoongi hyung!” Namjoon’s voice was shocked. He swiped his card, thanked the cashier, and walked towards a table near the window, away from prying ears. “Look,” he said, once they were both sitting, “you’re not wrong. I could use...that. But that’s why there’s...websites. And stuff.” He could feel his cheeks getting hot as he said the words.

Yoongi stared for a moment before his head fell forward in laughter, barely missing the tray in front of him. “First of all,” he said between breaths as he tried to control his laughter, “I can’t believe you’re that embarrassed about porn. You’re a fully grown adult dude, nobody cares. Second of all, that takes the edge off but we both know it’s nowhere near as good as the real thing.”

Namjoon turned away from his friend, staring out the window and trying to bring some semblance of calm back to his face. “No, but there’s a lot less humiliation involved,” he said. “And there’s someone I like watching. It’s not the same as a relationship, I know, I’m not delusional, I’ve never even seen his face...but his voice is nice. And he’s got art in the room he...records...in, and great abs. And,” he paused for a second as he realized what he was saying. “And why in the hell am I telling you all this? Jesus fucking christ.” Namjoon dropped his face into his hands. “I’m pathetic.”

“You’re not pathetic, Joon,” Yoongi said. “But you do definitely need to get laid. Look, the arts and humanities department is having this big mixer thing to welcome some new staff tonight. Hobi and I are going. You should come with us.”

“Things are going well with you two, then?” Namjoon asked, brightening up.

Yoongi blushed as he raised his right hand to the back of his neck and scratched at it awkwardly. “Yeah. I don’t know why he puts up with me though.”

Namjoon shrugged. “You two make sense. The musician and the dancer. Plus, he brings you out of your shell. If you two aren’t careful, you’re going to turn into a full-on fairy tale. Have you seen the way he looks at you? You two are the dream.”

“And that, right there, is why you need more than porn, Joon. I wasn’t even looking for romance because, like, what’s the point, and I found Hobi. You dream about this shit. The white picket fence, the kids, the dog...but you need to find a guy first. Well, maybe not for the dog. Don’t tell Monie I said that.”

Namjoon laughed. “That might be the most I’ve ever heard you say in one go, even if it has been ten years.”

“Well, I love you, dumbass,” Yoongi pouted. “I just want you to be happy.”

“Thanks, hyung,” Namjoon said softly, putting his hand on Yoongi’s forearm. He sighed. “What time is this thing tonight? I know I got the email about it but I deleted it.”

“Seven, in the theatre,” Yoongi said with a grin. “Meet you outside at six forty-five.”

*****

Namjoon glared at his closet, convinced it was hiding some miracle outfit from him on purpose. From his bed, his phone alarm rang loudly, his incredibly annoying reminder that if he didn’t leave in five minutes, he was going to be late.

He was definitely going to be late. He stepped over to the bed to silence the alarm, and glanced again at the clothing he’d discarded there. Resigned, he grabbed a blue and white striped button down shirt and a pair of straight black pants, pulling them on quickly before going to fix his hair.

It was 6:59 and Namjoon was still standing alone outside of the university’s theatre. He glanced around once more, trying to decide if he should go in alone, when the decision was finally taken away from him.

“Namjoon, hey!” The bright voice of Jung Hoseok greeted him from behind as the man walked towards him, hand in hand with Yoongi.

“Cutting it kinda close, hey guys? I was thinking about leaving.”

“Liar,” Yoongi said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, we all know they won’t actually start anything until at least 7:15. If we’re lucky. But hey, there’ll be food.” He eyed Namjoon up and down. “You look good, Joon. Glad to see you prepared,” he said with a wink.

Hoseok looked back and forth between the two friends, a blank expression on his face. “I’ll explain later, Hobs. Don’t worry,” Yoongi said, the gummy smile that had enchanted Hobi so much when they’d first met coming out.

“Yeah, yeah, okay you two. Let’s go in. I want to get this over with,” Namjoon said. There was a book waiting for him on his coffee table that was bound to be more interesting than the seemingly unending speeches and networking that always occurred at these staff mixers.

The trio stepped inside the theatre, each waving at a few colleagues they saw, and beelined it for the snack table. “I may not know anything about love, but I know about snacks,” he said to Yoongi with a smirk on his face as he lifted his plate towards his friend.

“You’re impossible. Let’s go sit down. I hate standing,” Yoongi said. They found seats in the middle of the theatre, knowing that with the amount of people in the room, sitting at the back would be more conspicuous than anything.

Sure enough, it was 7:15 when the Dean of Arts walked onto the stage. “Ha, told you,” Yoongi said to Namjoon beside him, just loud enough for his best friend to hear. “Looks like it’s our lucky day.” Namjoon shook his head slightly as the Dean began to speak.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming out tonight to welcome our new professors to the faculty. It’s a testament to the culture we’ve built here, I believe, that so many of you were willing to give up your evenings to make our new colleagues feel like they belong.”

“Oh fuck, I thought I was past sitting through lectures,” Hoseok said, sliding down slightly in his seat. “Just let us meet the newbies already!” The Dean continued to drone on for several minutes until it became clear that nobody in the theatre was listening to him.

“Anyway, without further ado, let’s introduce our new professors. For the dance department, Assistant Professor Park Jimin.” The Dean gestured to a blonde man sitting directly in front of him, who stood up and waved at everyone.

“Jimin-ssi is good, really good,” Hoseok whispered. “I did his interview myself. He’s basically a prodigy.”

“He’s cute,” Yoongi said softly.

“Yeah, but not as cute as you,” his boyfriend said, sensitive to Yoongi’s insecurities. He placed a kiss on Yoongi’s cheek before turning back to the front.

“For the photography department, Kim Taehyung,” the Dean said, signalling to a man sitting beside Park Jimin. “And finally, for the drama department,” he started.

Whether he finished, Namjoon had no idea. He assumed the man had, but Namjoon’s mind went blank as soon as the third man stood. He was tall and broad-shouldered, wearing a white lace top under a black blazer. His black hair was slicked back, and unlike the other two, who had just stood, given a quick wave, and sat back down, this man stood, turned towards the back of the theatre, and blew a few kisses out towards the others sitting there.

“Actors,” Yoongi scoffed after the man sat down, before realizing Namjoon hadn’t twitched since the beginning of the introduction. “Uh, Joon? You there?” he waved his hand in front of Namjoon’s face teasingly.

“Uh, what?” Namjoon said. “Yeah, of course. Just uhhh,” he paused, trying to both think of an excuse and settle down his racing heart. “Spaced out,” he said, knowing how pathetic he sounded even as the words left his mouth.

“Oh, I see,” Yoongi said, a look of understanding passing across his face. “Spaced out. Of course. Well. Let’s go introduce ourselves to the new professors, shall we?”

“You go. I’ll catch up,” Namjoon said.

“Nope. You came with us and we stick together,” Yoongi said, pulling Namjoon up by the arm and dragging him down the centre aisle to the area in front of the stage, where people had begun to gather. Namjoon glanced around, hoping to avoid the new acting professor for the time being. He bumped into someone and began to stammer out an apology as he turned towards them. His words trailed off as his eyes met two sparkling brown ones, the lace shirt and black blazer looking too familiar for his liking already.

“Hi. Kim Seokjin,” the acting professor introduced himself, holding out a hand to shake Namjoon’s.

“K-Kim Namjoon,” Namjoon said, trying to keep his voice steady and failing.

“Great last name,” Seokjin said, and when he winked, Namjoon was certain he was going to pass out.

#bts fic #namjin #namjoon x seokjin #namjoon x jin #fluff #smut #namjin fic #gaaaaaaaaaaaay everyone's gaaaaaaaaaaaay

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Do You Comma Here Often? Chapter 2: Thinking About Your Homework Again?

Taglist: @elianetsantana @ anejuuuuoy @chaichai-the-weeb @animeflower26 @navymacaroons @faithfulferns

After dinner, Tobio and Hajime directed you where to sit for the game after arguing where the best position was to sit and see everyone well. You got to your seat a little bit early, but Tsukishima kept you company as he was sitting next to you. He explained that he went to high school with Tobio and the fiery redhead, Hinata, that you had met at dinner. He gives you a brief breakdown of the team members that he knows, Tobio, Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Atsumu, and Sakusa, the ones that he met in high school through various games. He asked how you knew Hajime and Tobio and you explained that you went to middle school with them and managed the Kitagawa volleyball team, so you knew the boys. You’re a year younger than Iwaizumi and Oikawa, making you a year older than Kageyama, Tsukishima, and Hinata. A few more of Tsukishima’s friends joined the two of you right before the game.

It was strange. During the dinner you had mentioned that you hadn’t had much time for socializing that wasn’t required for school, so it was always a struggle to make friends. After Bokuto and Hinata announced that they would happily be your friends, which you were grateful, you noticed that Tsukishima became a bit more inclusive with his jabs and jokes towards the group. If you had known any better, you would assume that he was attempting to be nice to you. Tsukishima’s other friends, Yachi and Yamaguchi, were also really nice and went to school with Tobio and Hinata as well. Overwhelmed, you were trying to keep up with all the names of the people being introduced and mentioned to you when the game started. It was nice to focus on a game instead of all the other people.

The game was good. It had been a couple of years since you’ve been able to go to a game, being busy and all, so it was nice to see your old friends and new friends in action. It was also really fun to see Tobio so invested in a game. The game seemed to draw out forever, but the energy and emotion ran high the entire time. Bokuto’s team, the MSBY Jackals, ended up winning 2 out of 3 sets. Tsukishima signaled that your group should take their time going to meet up with the others, which you were fine with. There wasn’t any reason to rush, especially since the players will be doing post-game interviews and need to shower anyway. This gave you time to meet up with another friend of Bokuto who is not actually an athlete.

At first glance, the tall man with slightly unruly hair and glasses, introduced as Akaashi, was attractive to you. He seemed intelligent and he had to be a good person if he was friends with Bokuto. He shook your hand, said it was nice to meet you, and then introduced the person who was with him to the group. Silently thanking whatever forces were out there that you weren’t the only semi-newcomer to the group, you soon learn that Tenma, Akaashi’s acquaintance also played volleyball in Miyagi, but graduated before any of you made it to high school. Akaashi’s gaze was on you for the majority of the conversation, a little intense, but you tried not to judge it.

“Bokuto mentioned that you’re a grad student, Y/N?” Akaashi asks, breaking some of the ice that had formed around his being.

“Yeah,” you answer, cheerfully. “I’m in my last semester. I study composition and I just so happen to be the top of my class.” Normally when you drop this fact, people look impressed like Yachi, Yamaguchi, or even Tenma. However, Akaashi looked pensive. He nods.

“Tenma-san here is a mangaka.”

“Oh really?” You reply, eyes going wide. “I have to admit, I’ve never really read manga myself, but I always admire the hard work that goes into it,” this bit is directed towards Tenma. “What series are you working on now?”

“Zombie Knight Zomb’ish,” the man with long hair answers.

“My cousins love the series,” is honestly all you can comment about. It was easy at this point to say that Akaashi was looking down at you for not knowing anything about manga, despite being a Literature Major. Throwing your intentions of not judging him out the window, you grimace mentally. You weren’t quite sure why he was acting this way, but before you could consider it more, you hear an enthusiastic and loud “hey, hey, hey!” coming from behind you, signalling Bokuto’s arrival. The owl-ish man came bounding up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around in the process.

“Y/N, Y/N, did you see me out there!?” You snap out of your thoughts and put your attention on your new friend.

“Yeah, Bokuto, you were awesome! You all were,” you direct to the entirety of the players. With a chorus of thanks, you also notice Iwaizumi walking up in your direction, giving you a wave, which you returned, grateful for a friend who knows how to socialize normally. Tobio is, of course, a great friend, but when it comes to reading your awkwardness in a situation? Forget it. Iwaizumi could tell that something was bothering you, so it was no surprise that he came directly to you, looking at you directly to figure out if you were okay. He could tell that you were no longer having fun. Even if you weren't sure what, something about Akaashi was rubbing you the wrong way, and what’s worse is that he could clearly tell that he was having that effect on you and he wasn't attempting to ease the feeling or clear the air. Akaashi’s piercing eyes didn’t let up on their gaze on you, and his face stayed in the same stoic resting phase as it had the entire conversation. Iwaizumi could sense this. He states to you in a plain tone,

“Thinking about your homework again?” This was always your excuse when you had to leave something or couldn’t join an activity, even if it wasn’t true. Tobio perked up when Iwaizumi asked this, finally picking up that you were uncomfortable. You swallow and nod, adding,

“There’s just so much I have to do before starting my internship next week.” Bokuto exclaims,

“Internship? Are you going to be interning at a publishing firm?” His ability to learn so much about a person in such a short time made you smile as you answer.

“Yeah, I start next week, although I don’t know what assignment I’ll get. They’re going to tell us Monday morning.”

“That’s amazing, Y/N! Do you know which company?”

“Vie Publishing,” you answer.

“That’s where Akaashi works!” Your voice catches in your throat and you try not to look as uncomfortable as you feel.

“Oh, really?”

“How cool is that? Running into you was fate for this whole friend group!” You laugh nervously and retort,

“Running into me was you not paying attention to where you were going, Bokuto.” Bokuto laughs boisterously when Iwaizumi nudges you again, reminding you of your excuse.

“Well,” you begin your exit. “It was really nice meeting everyone, but I really need to get started on my homework as soon as I can.”

“I’ll drive you home,” Iwaizumi offers, which you accept. You wave at everyone and start to walk off with your friend, who offers you his arm for support once you reach the stairs. To an outsider, it could look romantic. To the outsiders in the group, it did.

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#Akaashi x reader #Akaashi x y/n #Akaashi x you #Akaashi smau #Haikyuu #Haikyuu!!#Haikyuu fanfiction #Haikyuu SMAU #Haikyuu Social Media AU #Do You Comma Here Often?

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[CN] Victor’s R&S - So-called Disparity (Eng Translation)

🍒This R&S (“所谓差距”) will not be released in EN or any server as it’s one of the cancelled R&S which came with the Dream Heart Lake gacha event!🍒

This is a full translation, so you can follow along with the narrator if you want to!

Summary: Goldman recognises that the gap between him and Victor isn't actually that large - it simply spans the Amazon River.

Cancelled Victor R&S:

> flashback

> six out of seventeen

> paradise on earth

[ Chapter 1 ]

Goldman entered that university as the third highest scorer in his entire province. Before that, he always felt like students who jumped off buildings in high school were mentally weak, and were making a fuss out of nothing. It was only after entering university that he knew how blessed he was to be a frog in the well.

Goldman has always had a pretty good mentality. A normal person would require a semester to get used to the psychological gap of being a big fish in a small pond instead of a small fish in a large pond. However, Goldman only needed two weeks - to be more exact, thirteen days, to adjust.

In his own words, it was something like this: “There is sky above the tallest mountain, and there is land under the deepest sea. This is very normal. I’ll never do something which puts me at a loss like jumping off a building. I, Goldman, have an eighty year old mother and an eighteen year old girlfriend--” before he could finish speaking, the neighbouring scholar snatched the reins of the conversation.

“I couldn’t tell at all. Just because you say something, it doesn’t mean it’s true. Show me a photograph!” The air in the surroundings of the dormitory, which was originally full of pretension, was altered by Goldman’s words.

In a sense, Goldman had a talent for being a “coordinator”.

The first time he heard of the name “Victor”, Goldman had experienced life as a university student for a month.

“Do you know the guy from 207? The one from the economics department... I can’t remember his name right now, but he’s the one who dresses very stylishly and always has a group of ladies running behind him.”

“Ah, I’ve seen that guy before. I think his surname is Gu. What about it?”

Goldman continued cutting voting slips for the student union, but his ears had long since developed a mind of their own, eavesdropping on the two people engaging in idle conversation.

“He seems to have invested in a business run by a few third year students, and they even promised to return him thrice the principal amount in a month.”

“It’s obviously a trap.”

“Let me finish. I originally thought so too, but that guy actually bought a new car!”

“Could his family be wealthy to begin with? Come to think of it, being able to buy a car means the amount he invested as a principal sum must have been quite a lot.”

“Who knows. Anyway, he has been advertising for those third year students recently.”

“Are you stirred?”

“I am, but it was a recruitment for an intern assistant. The opportunity to earn thrice the amount is gone, tch tch tch.”

“If you think about it, If we could learn how to earn thrice the principal amount, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be an intern.”

“It’s not rare to see such businesses come to a premature end halfway. What if you end up wasting your time if you can’t prove that you did an internship there?”

“That’s true. Also, I’m not even certain what it is they do... it feels a little weird and scary.”

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener heard it. That night, Goldman knocked on the 207 dormitory, and heard the name “Victor” from the man whose surname was Gu.

Even though he just experienced the blow of seeing a Gold Olympiad medal in the room of this scholar, Goldman was not to be trifled with. If other people didn’t dare to test the waters, he won’t be the first one to stupidly try.

Which is why in the following year, Goldman adopted a wait-and-see attitude.

[ Chapter 2 ]

Goldman interacted with Victor in person in his sophomore year, after he thought to look for an internship.

At that time, the newly established company which was still in its incubation stage was not Goldman’s first choice. But as a full-time sophomore, it was difficult to guarantee the prerequisite GPA in order to receive an offer from the top 500 companies. Which is why decided to try knocking on the doors of the new company.

At first, what went through Goldman’s mind was - if this company was unable to develop, he’d just go somewhere else. After all, there was still time to find other internships.

In the end, halfway through the interview, Goldman realised that the issue wasn’t whether he wanted to join the company, but whether it was willing to give him a fighting chance. Those who fluently recited their prepared lines and rehearsed repeatedly said that they failed to be accepted into the small company called “LFG”.

In actuality, Goldman’s self-introduction was cut short not even after thirty seconds, by a sharp-eyed man with short black hair.

“I only have one question. What will you do?”, with an emphasis on the word “you”.

Goldman noticed that when the young interviewer asked this question, the other interviewer had a hand to his forehead.

“Huh?”

In just two seconds, Goldman was left dumbfounded. However, as a student leader from the student union for such a long time, he reacted quickly after a slight pause, and started talking grandiloquently about his experience of attracting financial support for businesses.

This was an experience Goldman felt proud of and thought could prove his capabilities, which was why he was full of confidence as he talked about it.

He didn’t expect that... it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy the interviewer, who, at a glance, looked like he wasn’t good to get along with.

“I’m asking what you, Goldman, will do.” It wasn’t even a question this time. Separated across the table, Goldman could easily sense the other party’s brimming impatience.

“Ah, Goldman, don’t be anxious. What Victor means is that if you weren’t endorsed by the school, do you think that company would still support you? And what is the reason for that?”

Thanks to the other interviewer, Goldman’s interview could continue.

When Goldman left the company, whatever impression he had of that “saviour” was merely an outline - his short hair was dyed brown, and he looked pretty easy to get along with. Apart from that... he couldn't remember anything.

The thing he remembered was that sharp gaze, that impatient tone, and that emphasis on “you”.

Oh, so that’s Victor.

Always observant, one moment didn’t slip past Goldman: the interviewer with the genial expression looked at the CV on the desk before calling his name.

But Victor didn’t.

On hindsight, Goldman wasn’t sure how he managed to pass the interview. Perhaps it was because Victor chose based on impressions?

Just like the moment he met Victor in person - even though he was stunned by Victor’s aura, there was a sense of expectancy and admiration in his heart.

Vice versa - Did Victor also experience something back then - a shred of “good feeling” which explained why he allowed Goldman to pass the interview?

But Goldman would never have the courage to verify the answer to this question with Victor.

Even more so when the reputation of LFG grew, causing Goldman’s courage, which wasn’t very large to begin with, to shrink even further.

[ Chapter 3 ]

In the year of his graduation, Goldman had a few choices:

One - pursue postgraduate studies in his major as the top of his class. Two - accept one of the offers from the world’s top 500 firms. Three - continue staying in LFG and working together with Victor.

Goldman eliminated the first option - he was in no mood for further studies. Back then, the reason why he entered the country’s top university was to find a good job in the future. Now, since he already had the second option in front of him, doing a postgraduate wouldn’t mean anything to him.

Goldman had a long struggle between the second and third options. He even specially called his parents in his hometown to seek their opinions.

“Being a trainee is essentially meant to train me to become part of the management in the future. If I go to that company, I just have to work hard and one day, I’ll make it big.”

“Mm, and a large platform means a stable job, and a broadened view. As for the salary... it’s around this amount at the start.”

“If I stay at my current company? I’d probably continue getting scolded by my boss every day. Although the prospects aren’t bad, it might close down anytime.”

“Boss? Oh, actually, he’s a senior who’s older than me by two years. I’ve interacted with him for two years, and he’s all right, just that his temper is a little bad.”

“How do I have a bad temper? Mum, you have no idea that compared to him, your son is piteous little sheep who hasn’t even learned how to hurt someone!”

“And I wasn’t mistreated or bullied. Your son’s skin is tough like iron! It’s not like you don’t know it. Also, I'm not the only one who gets scolded by him. If he only scolds me or can’t tolerate me, why would I follow him? Your son isn’t that silly.”

“Anyway... I feel that following him has enabled me to learn quite a lot of things. I’ve also thought about it - to use my youth to give it a try, and if I really can’t do it, I’ll find another job.”

“My classmates from different fields? They’re either inheriting a business, or going overseas for advanced studies, and can’t give me any advice at all.”

“I’ve been so worried these two days. Mum, which one should I pick?”

Talking garrulously on the phone, Goldman was best described as “a baffled person on the scene.”

[Note] The first part of an idiom is used here - “当局者迷，旁观者清”, which loosely translates to “The person at the scene is baffled, but the onlooker sees clearly. It refers to how outsiders tend to have a better perspective on matters.

He was completely unaware that he had already made an important decision during his discussion with his mother.

[ Chapter 4 ]

Although Goldman had indeed made a decision after graduation that only a hot-blooded youth would, he wasn’t the type of person to get frenetically excited over something.

As a man, he even allowed himself to wallow in a gloomy mood for a few days each month. This “dejection every month” became all the more inevitable when his understanding of Victor gradually deepened.

At the very beginning, he wanted to learn things from Victor, and from LFG. Honestly speaking, Victor did teach him how to get multiple returns on a principal sum in a short period of time, and he was also exposed to the many rules of the market. But there were still many things that he just couldn’t get a hold of no matter how hard he tried.

For example, strategising. For example, structuring.

The gap between himself and Victor... how should he put it, it wasn’t that large - it simply spanned the Amazon River. Even though the gap wasn’t as frightening as the Mariana Trench, it was still a distance that he couldn’t cross through sheer hard work.

How did the proverb go? All roads lead to Rome, but some people were born in Rome. Whether it was Victor’s thinking or his vision, these were things Goldman couldn’t learn.

Sometimes, he felt discouraged when thinking about it. Despite being born into a good life and having handsome features, Victor was still so hardworking. In that case, was there even a point for a normal person like Goldman to work hard?

On one particular day, when he was harbouring such a dejected feeling, he accidentally spilt coffee outside Victor’s office. To make matters worse, Victor was sitting in the office, witnessing the scene of the coffee being overturned.

Goldman was certain that he would get chewed out by Victor: Just like the time when he made a mistake and missed an underselling opportunity, had an incorrect financial leverage, and pasted wrong labels on documents, etc...

Or maybe he’d hear a clicking of the tongue, or receive a glare. But he never expected that this time, Victor’s response only comprised of four words: To err is human.

“Boss, are you talking to me?” At that time, Victor was not yet LFG’s CEO.

“...who else? Would I be talking to myself?”

Oh, it’s that familiar tone and familiar taunting, there’s nothing wrong - that was what the junior thought.

“Boss, are you in an especially good mood today?” At that time, Goldman was not yet as overcautious as he is.

“...I guess so.” A pause followed. When the senior opened his mouth again, it was uncertain whether it was an invitation or not. “The company going public is something that is more or less done discussing. When the time comes, I’ll need a CEO assistant.”

Such a light tone caused both parties to involuntary think of what happened during the interview a few years ago.

“...if you do that again.” his gaze was cast towards the mess on the floor. Victor’s tone was as calm as always. “I’ll do an external recruitment.”

Only after three seconds did Goldman understand what Victor was saying.

In just three seconds, the Amazon River became the limpid, clear stream outside his old home.

In this mirror-like stream, Goldman suddenly saw himself clearly:

Actually, Goldman had never sought to possess Victor’s air of a monarch.

To him, it was enough to be acknowledged by such a “king”.

After three seconds, apart from “dejection every month”, this little assistant had another motivation to press on.

Other cancelled R&S: here

Lucien’s cancelled R&S (by other user): here

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc victor #cncancelled #Goldman why do you use so many idioms T^T #mlqc goldman

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