#im tired of studying and assignments and exams

[satorus-princess]

every day i study, every day i realise maybe i was made to be a housewife <- the girl that has refused to be such a thing since she knew what it was

[emulation-0]

i fucked up so bad today it feels like i should want to kms but we have too much to do to focus on that rn

[leecherish]

uuuughhhhghhghhhhh

[iron-niffler]

god im tired

[cheemken]

I’m avoiding my assignment rn by typing this but it’s already 12:20 am and I’m only halfway done so I need a break

Anyways, for the Villain Unova Kids AU; what if the three dragons were the evil ones?? Maybe they’ve been influencing the Unova Kids minds? And like idk why they’re evil but they are, maybe trying to re shape the world how they like? Kinda being like Giratina and wanting to take Arceus place? Or something else

Like Iris is pissed off about how she’s treated by people and Kyurem tells her to take action about it, to make them feel the way she feels everyday. Putting ideas in her head until she eventually snaps

Or Hilda talking about how she wishes she lived in an ideal world where everything was fine and they didn’t have to worry about criminal teams like Plasma or not being worked to death trying to help the People of Unova. So Zerkrom shows her that she can have her ideal world, she and all her friends can, if she allows him to help

And Hilbert seeing the truth of the people of Unova and not liking it. How unruly and selfish they are. Wishing for everything from the Hero’s but never appreciating what they’re given. Always asking for more and more. Now Reshiram is telling him how him and his friends can get rid of that ugly truth he doesn’t like

For Bianca, N and Cheren I suppose the others just convinced them to help them shape Unova how it should be. How Kyruem, Reshiram, and Zekrom are right and that they deserve to be above everyone else as they’re the strongest in Unova. How the three dragons used to be the strongest together, just like the six of them will be if they join them

Also for the Tao Trio lore, what if instead of the original dragon getting split up because of the two brothers, Arceus was the one to split it apart in an attempt to subdue its power and influence over the other legendary Pokémon. And the two brothers are just a story that was eventually believed to be true

Now since it’s split apart, it needs someone to fuse them back together. Someone who’s strong and capable of the task, someone who’ll believe that they deserve to be a hero. To be Hero’s of Truth, Ideals, and Fate

Mood tho felt that abt the assignments lmao

Anyways

YOUR HONOUR‼️‼️‼️‼️

WAIT NO I LOVE THAT CONCEPT ABT ARCEUS BEING THE ONE TO SPLIT THE OG DRAGON THO OMF???

No cause like, it's like the reverse in Galar's lore where people thought that the heroes were humans where in fact they're pokemon, and now w that people believed the two brothers were the reason for the og dragon to split, but it's in fact Arceus, as he knows Kyurem is too powerful to be left alone like that, he's not gonna have another Giratina 2.0

And god chmdbd imagine Arceus believing that was it tho, that him splitting the dragons and confining Zekrom and Reshiram within the stones would be enough, that binding Kyurem within the Giant Chasm was enough, those three separated and never to form the original dragon again, as the Splicers were hidden by a human Arceus had entrusted with and has been passed down that family for generations. Until Drayden was the one to guard it. And ofc, Drayden knows he won't stay in the world forever, so he told Iris of the Splicers, so she would be the next guardian of it, to make sure to keep it hidden from those who only demand power, those who wish to form the original dragon once more. Little does he know, that's Iris' goal.

Ough your honour Kyurem telling Iris that he wishes to see Zekrom and Reshiram again, so they can be one again, and together, they'll help Iris be the most powerful trainer. Ofc, Kyurem didn't know Zekrom and Reshiram found their own heroes now too, also promising those heroes to find the other two pieces of themselves to form the original dragon, promising them power. Even better the heroes that Zekrom and Reshiram found were Iris' friends, who also believed the world could be better

And like it'd be dope tho if the dragons did see potential in Cheren, Bianca, and N.

Cheren was idealistic, Zekrom was drawn to him as well, he saw Hilda's vision of the world, and Cheren supported her wholeheartedly, believing it would be for the best, for their ideal world, that they kill off anyone who dares disrupt the peace, and Zekrom will be there to help them with it.

Bianca was truthful, Reshiram saw the fire in her eyes, as she knows just how painful the words of the people could be, how again and again she's been told she wasn't enough, and Bianca knows how selfish people are, something she wished the people of Unova knew, and Reshiram can help her and Hilbert with just that.

N knew all too well how powerful of a drive fate could be. N thought his destiny was to be Plasma's king, a hero, but he sees now destiny is quite an enigmatic thing, as his friends became the heroes instead. But he believes there's more to fate, he knows the ones who hurt his pokemon friends would be destined a bitter cold death, as he believes their deaths would be righteous, for no more will they hurt pokemon. Of course, Kyurem will grant him that wish.

With those three along with their respective heroes, the dragons are one step closer to becoming to becoming their true self, Unova's Dragon, Kyurem in its final forme. The only thing left now is for Iris to bring them the Splicers.

[verystressedcollegestudent]

im just so fucking done

[amaikute]

exams worth a date with you

summary&tags: rich, nerd, mathematics major! gojo x fem comp sci major! reader. established couple, two uni students trying to survive, fluff, reader wears a dress, petnames like darling, baby and lovely,

first time writing for this account, pls don't be a silent reader ♡ also this is nawt proofread srry for mistakes or weird grammar...

The moment she submitted that comp sci assignment, a single tear rolled down her cheek, she thinks. Closing her laptop after seeing the submission confirmation page, fingers sore at typing for who knows how long.

Her hands trembling from the multiple caffeine drinks she downed, the lack of sleep, and from the relief of being free from this stupid project. Leaning back in her chair, she stretches in victory. "I did it," she whispers to herself, "im free.".

The library quiet lounge filled with other stressed students, empty energy drinks beside them. Then her phone buzzed.

toru: baby, we did it. It's done, and we're free. So put the laptop down and get pretty, I'm taking you out.

she blinks at the text, bringing her hands to rub her eyes

y/n: like, go out, out? Like out to a restaurant and not at your place out? Toru, I look like a zombie.

toru: yes out, out. So be ready cause I'll pick you up in an hour. Dress pretty, lovely.

A warm breeze kissed Tokyo softly, the streetlights shining brightly. She steps out satorus ridiculously expensive car, and to go with it, he was body adorned with tailored black slacks with a navy dress shirt. A few of his buttons cheekily undone, his sleeves pushed up. He ditched his glasses, opting for contacts, white hair falling on his forehead annoyingly perfectly.

He was tired, but he was also wired with giddiness. He gets to see his girlfriend, which is better than any grade he'll get. He steps out his car, locking it swiftly. The restaurant screamed luxury— of course, satoru gojo was going to splurge on this special night. His darling girlfriend deserved special night after all the study sessions they had at insane hours.

In her dress that fell to her ankles with a pair of kitten heels, her hair done all pretty, makeup soft, she offers her boyfriend a smile. Moving closer, satoru's hands slip around her waist. "Baby, you look beautiful.". She leans up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, "You look handsome yourself"

He presses a kiss to her lips in return before leading her up the steps to the restaurant. As they entered, the staff greeted the couple immediately, guiding them to a table with a skyline view. Tokyo was sparkling as always, people littering the streets and stores below. The restaurant was dim, the muffled chatter of others blending it with the soft hum of music.

They ordered food, satoru insisting for her to try the assortment of fine wines. The two settle on just a white whine of his choice, talking about the harsh exam season they had just survived.

Lifting her glass to her lips, she leans in with a grin. "So how were your exams?" Satoru, mid sip puts his glass down, letting out a groan, "It went. I won't lie, though. The multivariable was hell." He let's a sigh out, his tiredness peeking out, "but I think I'll do fine."

"You think? you'll do more than fine, toru. Math comes easy to you" She mutters, her eyes glittering.

He narrowed his blue eyes at her, "Just because I major in math doesn't mean it isn't a pain in the ass." lifting his wine glass to his lips for another sip.

She laughs softly him, her cheeks flushed ever so slightly from the alcohol. "Well, you work hard, so I'm sure you're golden.". He smiles softly at her before fliping the topic onto her. "And you? How was your comp sci final?"

She huffs. "I thought it went well, I mean, if it didn't after all those hours of studying. I think I'll choose happiness and drop out of school, " she hums with a girn. The white-haired male just shakes his head at her, eyes softening, "You worked hard this semester. Seriously, i think you'll do just fine."

She looks at her bracelet, fiddling with it. It was a bracelet satoru had gotten her on her birthday. He just watches her, his heart full. Truthfully, satoru would sit through many math exams. No complaints if he could spend time with you like this after.

The food finally arrives, and the two dive in making small talk about friends and professors as they eat.

As they finished their meals, satoru pulled out a velvet box from literally nowhere. He slides it across the table till it's right in front of her. She just blinks at the box before looking at him with an eyebrow raised, but he just flashes his signature smile at her.

"Toru, you have to stop buying me things." She sighs."You literally bought me something last week.". He shakes his head with a grin, "Yeah, but i bought this one for you cause I missed you." She opens the box slowly to reveal a dainty necklace.

"I thought it would look nice with that cute dress you wore last week." She looks up at him gently, cradling the necklace in her hand. "Baby, you didn't have to go out your way for this." He mutters, the suddenly shy "i dunno...i just wanted to give you something sweet." Running a careful finger over the necklace, she bites back a smile. "You always seem to know what I like"

As quickly as smug satoru left, he appeared again. "I pay attention s'all." He shrugs, taking the last sip of his wine. "I'm observant, y'know. Some even argue I'm genius." She looks at him deadpanned, kicking his foot softly. "Don't wreck the moment," she whines.

He laughs at her before calling the water over for the bill. When the waiter arrives, he refuses to let her see it because, like hell, he'll let her have even the idea of stopping him from paying. Standing up and leading her out the restaurant.

After making it to his car, he didn't open her door for her right away. Instead, he slips his hands onto her waist once more. "Thanks for coming out even though I can see my baby's tired," he said softly, his voice lower and more intimate the usual. She cups his face, her thumb brushing his cheek softly, "No need to thank me, I'd go on a million dates with you no matter how tired I am." His vibrant blue eyes flickering to her lips before leans down to press a kiss to them.

"I love you." He says, his tone shifting into something raw and genuine. She looks up at him, her eyes reflecting the sparkle of the city behind them. "You love me?" Her a whisper meant only for him to hear.

"Yeah, I love you."

She's quiet for only a moment before she whispers, "i love you too.".

His lips curl into a sma grin before his hand slides up to her cheek as he leans down again to capture her lips.

© amaikute '25

[purinfelix]

hi!! I really love your work! I was wondering if you could do one where Gavi and the reader hate each other, but one day the reader had nobody to turn to so for some reason she found comfort with Gavi if that makes sense

i don't want to talk about anything ₊˚⊹ - pablo gavi

pairing: (academic rival) gavi x reader w/c: 1.5k a/n: ANON i love this idea and im sorry its been sitting in my inbox for so long - i decided to sort of involve it with the academic rivals fic i wrote, since it made sense to me, hope u don't mind! <3

No matter how many times you blinked, the words of your essay refused to stay still on the laptop in front of you, the feeling of your eyes growing tired only adding to your frustration. According to the irritatingly loud clock on the wall, you had been at the university library for almost five hours now, on top of an entire day of lectures and tutorials. Your head ached, and your mouth was dry ever since you had run out of water an hour ago but had been too engrossed in studying to go get more, and every time you closed your eyes you considered falling asleep right there and then. You hadn't even gone insane before, but you were pretty sure this was as close as you were going to get.

Forcing yourself to stand up you tried your best not to dwell on how unprepared you felt for your upcoming finals, or how many assignments you still had to finish. Even with how tired you were, your brain still managed enough energy to stress you out, even as you definitively shut the textbooks you had brought with you. You were more than aware of how childish this was, having thought you'd outgrown your ridiculous study methods years ago. But something about your recent dip in grade, how frustrated and helpless it made you feel, had spurred you into a frenzy you were too far into to stop. You couldn't recall the last spare hour you hadn't spent studying or the last conversation you had that hadn't been about exams.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder you reluctantly left the desk that had been your home for the majority of the evening. After a struggle, you managed to get the library doors open and were immediately. met with the miserably biting cold of the late winter night - the thought of the long trek back to your dorm room acting as salt in the wound. Your hands are already freezing as they dart into your jacket pocket in search of your phone, and you flick it on to check for any response to the many, many texts you had sent to your friends. Most of them were invited to study with you or questions about lectures, but all you were met with was a pathetically empty inbox, the reflection of your own tired face once it switched off, and the stinging realisation of just how isolated you had become, and how lonely you felt. Perhaps it was this, or the howling wind whipping around you, that caused tears to prick up in your eyes as you bit your lip painfully hard to stop them from falling.

You're overcome with a sudden desperation to get back to your dorm as quickly as possible before anyone can see you crying like an idiot. The added barrier of your own fatigue makes this difficult though, and the immense cold doesn't help. Before you know it though you're already halfway there, passing by the campus football court which is still brightly lit and lively despite how late it's getting - a fact you curse as you make out a familiar figure, and the single last person you want to see right now.

Gavi seems to spot you too and even though you hand your head to prevent any more tears, you can hear his loud footsteps as he leaves his friends and game to jog up to you. He calls out your name and the smug tone in his voice is enough for you to will your legs to move faster. When you don't stop, you hear him pause before running up to match your pace.

"Long day at the library, huh?" he jeers, walking beside you and clearly not taking any notice to the fact that you're not in the mood to entertain his ego. Usually, you would've jumped at the opportunity to flex your work ethic in his lazy face but not now, not with how you're feeling. All you wish is for him to leave you alone before he sees you crying and it gives him another thing to make fun of you for - but just as this entire day has turned out, your wishes are far from granted.

"You know, I did notice you've been slacking a little lately. Even I found the last quiz pretty easy and I could tell you struggled with it."

You scoff loudly at his words but don't offer a response in fear of him being able to tell something's off from the quiver you're bound to have. A small part of you does question why he's been paying so much attention to you lately but has little time to when you feel him reach out to grab your hand, suddenly jerking you back and stopping you in your tracks.

Finally, you crane your neck up without thinking and lock eyes with his, and you hear the next comment he was preparing catch in his throat. It happens so quickly that you almost don't notice it, but his smug expression softens immediately and you can almost make out the concern in his eyes once he sees your tear-stricken face. The contrast from the teasing way he normally looks at you is so stark it almost stops the flow of tears from your eyes, and you almost wish it had because now you're standing here sniffling like an idiot, and he's standing there watching you.

"Hey…" he mumbles, and the pity in his voice is enough to make you want to run away, even as he drops your hand. Still, you can tell he's not enjoying the awkward situation any more than you are but is trying his best.

"I'm fine," you blurt out instinctively, messily wiping the stream of tears from your cheeks before laughing - at what you're not entirely sure, but you're desperate for an opportunity to lighten the mood.

"You don't look it," he sounds so mature that it almost takes you aback.

You hang your head, half in shame and half so that you don't have to look into his eyes when you lie. "I'm just really tired."

It's almost irritating how sudden his movements can be and how easily they can catch you off guard, but his athleticism has never blended itself to subtlety. Still, it's hard not to be shocked when he pulls you once more and before you realise it you're enveloped in his arms, pulled flush against his chest. His body still radiates heat from the exercise he was just doing, a fact that you find comfort in. Before you can stop yourself, you're already sinking into his touch, its catharsis being exactly what you needed, but hadn't realised. You wrap your arms back around him and close your eyes as you rest your head against his chest. The rhythm of his heart is bold and quick as you listen to it, and you chalk this up to the exercise as well - an excuse you're not lucky enough to have for your own quickening heart.

He's the first to break the silence. "You're the smartest person I know, you know." He says it barely above a whisper, and he seems to be confessing more to the night sky than to you.

If you had just a little more pride in yourself, you might've met this with one of your usual jabs. Strangely enough though, all signs of the competitive nature you reserve for him have gone missing. Maybe it's because of your surprise that he seems to know exactly what you need to hear, but you're sure it's more because of how tired you are.

"Thank you," is all you can quietly muster up, but given how earnestly it comes out, you hope it'll be enough.

"I don't mean to stress you out, not just now but all the time. I'm sorry for that," he sighs, and you can tell without seeing his face that he really means it.

"It's alright, I appreciate it," you laugh softly, before adding, "sometimes."

He squeezes you a little harder and standing there in his arms, despite how mind-numbingly strange the situation is, you allow yourself to forget about some things for a bit. Forget about how late it is, about all the work you still have to do, about how you're not meant to like him at all, how you're hoping no one you know sees the two of you right now. For just a minute, the two of you share a world you had only gotten teasing glimpses of during your heated conversations in hallways, your quick comparisons after grades get released or quippy comebacks. Only now, not a single word needs to pass between you two - the sound of his beating heart and the strange sense of comfort that falls over you being all you need.

[rinanar]

COME BACK ! L. JIHOON

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character/s : Lee Jihoon

type : oneshot — angst — gn!reader

warning/s - details : reader has one sided beef with Jihoon btw , no happy ending I fear

a/n : IM BACK VRO!!! REQS OPEN 😛😛😛🔥🔥🔥

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You didn't believe in fate, but you were glad you met Jihoon

Highschool life with him was so fun.

Your journey certainly didn't flow smoothly, considering you almost failed.

You were so jealous of Lee Jihoon— I mean, who wouldn't be; he's basically a genius.

When he found you struggling on an assignment, he scoffed, before looking away from you again. Until he couldn't tear his gaze from you anymore.

You were always slouched, your eyes teary— desperate to get better. You don't know if it's the way you study or it's just you. He almost felt bad for you, so he reluctantly (?) offered to help you study.

He was strict, for sure. But he helped— helped and helped. You have no idea how red his ears got when you praised him— saying that he was the best at teaching you, thanking him because you finally got a decent grade on your math exam.

It was cute. He guess.

—

And then, you both spent more time together— even though he usually said he was..busy doing other stuff.

And by spending more time together, I don't mean studying together. You two actually hang out; something as simple as playing games together made you happy.

You knew that you were starting to fall for him. It was inevitable.

You wished that he liked you back.

...

He did.

You know what they always say; guys and girls can't be just friends. You never believed it until you realized you were hopelessly pining over him, not knowing he was doing the same.

He doesn't know why— doesn't know how he fell for you. He just did. Fate planned it for him, but neither of you thought about that.

—

It's eerily intimate.

You both are quiet, just spending time near the cliff, looking at the stars. This is so unlike him, but he went just because it's you.

"Jihoon?" You started, looking at him— staring, even.

He remained quiet but he glanced at you, raising his eyebrows, implying that he was listening to whatever you had in mind.

"It's a bit weird, but can you promise that we'll stay together even after graduation?" You mumbled, still looking at him, your eyes running over the features on his face. The features you loved oh so much.

His eyes slightly widened, but you couldn't tell. He looked away, looking back up to the sky. That response alone upset you, but you decided to let it go.

You sighed, curling your body, resting your chin on your knees— before your thoughts were interrupted by his voice.

"Sure." He mumbled. It was clear his words were hesitant, full of fear and worry. He's not sure if he's able to keep his promise.

"What?"

"I said sure. I promise."

You stared at him, but he wasn't looking at you.

You held out your pinky— "You promise?"

He scoffed at your childishness, rolling his eyes. "I'm not making a pinky promise." He huffed. But just as you were about to put your hand down, he interlinked your finger with his.

"I thought you said you weren't making a—"

"I promise." He interrupted you.

"I thou—"

"You're an exception."

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You're looking everywhere, you're desperate to find him.

...

He's gone.

You're staring at the happy crowd. They're smiling, laughing, and satisfied that they finally graduated.

You should be happy, but not at all. You feel so hollow without him around— you never knew you needed him around.

You're silently begging under your breath; "Please tell me this is a sick prank, please come back, please."

But the more students finally filed out the school, the more you lost your hope. You're so tired of waiting, but you don't want to stop at all.

What about the promise? What about that stupid- childish pinky promise he made with you? He can't just leave without you confessing your love for him, can he?

"Please come back"

That's what you whimper, sitting on his assigned seat as the sun starts going down.

You wished you just spent more time with him. One last time. It felt so suffocating graduating alone.

You wanted fate to bring you both together again.

a/n : I wanted to make this longer but writing block absolutely broke me 💔

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[imagineredwood]

College assignments are stressing me out 😩 some hc’s for the mayan boys on helping their girl destress from exam season or anything similar?

Good luck babe!! It'll all be worth it in the end 💕

Angel/Coco goes more on the distraction route. He's never much liked academics, so as much as he may love you, he's not the type to sit and help you study. He does love helping you chill though. He'll take you out for dinner then ice cream. Take you with him for a ride with nowhere specific in mind, just letting you relax and enjoy the fresh air. He also definitely uses sex as a rewards for being so hard working and determined. He brings you to club parties even if you're tired and don't really feel like going, just so you can enjoy a night out and drink and dance and get your mind off the stress and demand from school.

EZ likes for you to be pampered. Books a couples massage. Pays for you to get a facial and your nails and toes done. He'll take you for nice romantic dinners. He just wants to do whatever he can to spend time with you and get your mind off the stress. He knows its for a good cause and it will all pay off in the end, but that doesn't mean he likes to see you worked up. He loves to help you study and that helps to take the edge off sometimes because he makes it fun and different, but he's the first to mandate breaks when he seems you need it.

Bishop hates seeing you stressed. He's always stressed, so he knows how it feels. Especially when its something that you can't just ignore, like the club or in your case school. He's more about doing whatever it is that you want. Where ever you want to eat, he's making reservations. You want to go to the beach? He finds the nicest one he can find. You want to spend the day out shopping? He's right there holding your bags. You just want to stay home and eat snacks and cuddle? He's got your favorite movie and treats at the ready. Whatever it takes to help you settle and calm down.

He spoils you like you wouldn't believe. Has offered more than four times to just bribe your teachers into letting you pass so you can not worry but you decline. Doesn't mean he won't ask a fifth. He spoils you like crazy. With each passed test or efficient study session, there's a gift. A ring, a necklace, a bouquet of roses, lingerie, a special painting. love notes, you name it. He's beyond proud of you and makes sure you know it. He books lavish vacations when you're on break, expensive restaurants after a big exam, massages after your shoulders stiff from studying. He'll do anything to make sure you feel that you are his pride and joy.

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[defn0tonyourleft]

TO BE EXPECTED

@incorrectlyours tysm for this req!!! (also i may have accidentally messed up the reply to the request, so pretend it’s there, idk how to use tumblr man 😭

(its my first one ever so TYSMMM)

honestly i STRUGGLED for ideas with this one, because i wanted to make it good :), also sorry for the delayed response, its that time again (exams), so studying for those has been my life

anyway, i hope you like! also... part two maybe??

very small, if not no thunderbolts spoilers ahead!

kinda fluffy??

congressman!bucky, fem!reader, really no warnings, mildly suggestive content, swearing, a bit of anxiety, really nun too bad!

kinda sorta proof read, it’s 3am and IM tired :/

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It was all the same. Every time. But you’d come to terms with it. Go in, get your job done, then leave. Valentina paid well, and-, for a while, that justified it.

But when you started to read in between the lines, that’s when things started going downhill.

Valentina started to invite you along to her ‘charity galas’, flaunting you around like you were her prized possession. Her pet. As if she owned you.

Then the media would come in. Guns blazing, flashing lights, symphonies of sounds and questions thrown at you, and it increased tenfold when you were with Valentina.

And this time was no different.

Congressmen, Deputy directors, assistants, the countless photographers filled the halls, as everyone ogled at the artifacts around them. Valentina motioning to some chair member of some organization that you frankly, couldn’t care to learn the name of. Her mouth was clearly moving, (like it ever stopped) as she went on and on about every person.

The nerves never ceased when it came to these events.

Too many sounds, not enough time to analyze the situations around you, too many people to focus on, trying to keep track of all the points of entry, it was all just a few of the million thoughts that ran through your mind.

As you stood nervously in the corner, keeping your back to the wall, you smoothed out your dress. Valentina finally gave you some leeway tonight, letting you pick out your favorite sleek dress from your closet, with a nice pair of heels to match.

It wasn’t often that you got to dress up like this, or at least, willingly. Most of the time you were either too tired to bother (which was most days, because who wouldn’t want to be comfortable as often as possible), or it was your tactical gear for your “assignments” that Valentina sent you on.

Swiping your hands down the front of your dress, your eyes carefully scanned the room, as you watched a crowd of people flock to one of the entrances.

Raising a brow, you softly pushed yourself off of the wall behind you, taking a few long strides towards the point of interest.

“Congressman… Any thought about today’s earlier events that took place…”

Even with your stellar sense of hearing, you still couldn’t make out everything that was being said. So you decided to simply stay out of it.

Though, you normally made a conscious effort to stay out of any political drama that was happening. Not only did it stress you the hell out, but Valentina said it was quote, “better if you didn’t know”.

Was she manipulating you? Probably. But you couldn’t care less. It’s not like it worked anyway (or so you thought).

Speak of the devil, a soft clicking of heels on tile came from your side, causing you to spin to face the sound. Taking a sip of the god awful champagne, you raised a brow at Valentina.

“How’re you holding up? I know these parties aren’t exactly your… Style. But you look gorgeous dear.”

She said, rubbing a 'comforting' hand down your arm.

“Im perfectly fine, Valentina.” You said quickly, glancing around the room, making sure to get out of arms reach of Valentina.

“Right, and the look on your face definitely agrees with that statement.”

With a roll of your eyes, you shifted your weight between each side, letting out a sharp exhale as someone bumped into you from behind, causing the grip on your champagne flute to tighten.

“Look, Valentina. I don’t want to be here. It’s too loud, to many people, and not just too many people, to many politicians who need me to stroke their big egos. Not to mention a camera being shoved in my face every six seconds.”

Before you could even continue, a crooked smirk came over Valentina’s already smug face.

“Speaking of politicians with an ego… Here comes the biggest one of all.”

Leaning in, she whispered in your ear as she stared off behind you.

“This one has just been dying to get me impeached. Real piece of work. Act cordial, you never know when the cameras are watching.”

Fixing your hair for you, she suddenly grabbed your shoulders, dragging you to her side with a shit eating grin. Her arm rested loosely around your side, as she looked you over.

The relationship you had with Valentina couldn’t be described easily. It was definitely not motherly, especially when her stare had more venom in it then her words did. Her gaze held something of pride in it, like she had made you, and was proud to have you standing by her side.

Taking a step back you mustered up the best dirty look to throw Valentina’s way. There was already a lack of enthusiasm and energy that came from you, making Valentina’s little stunt, just one more reason why you should pack up and leave. You made it explicitly clear to everyone, stranger or not, that you would not be touched. Under any circumstances, unless you were beating the shit out of them. Physical touch, was not your thing. Not since… Well, everything.

Before you could even think about retorting back at Valentina for being a hibiutal line crosser, you turned to follow Valentina's gaze as she spoke.

"Congressman Barnes, it's a pleasure-"

"Cut the act Valentina, there's no use for pleasantries."

Well hot damn. If it wasn't Bucky Barnes. It'd been... Years. Instantly you thought back on the days where you, Sam, and Bucky all sat fondly on the Wilson family boat.

Everyone was realtively carefree, and happy, as work was done on the boat. No flag smashers, no Hydra, none of it.

Just you, finally letting your walls down long enough to let someone in.

To be fair, your relationship with Bucky was complicated, but neither of you seemed to address it, or care all that much.

You’d been there for him for years at this point. Meeting him for the first time after everyone had finally gotten their pardons, and a new issue came along. The blip.

Being a S.H.I.E.LD agent has its perks. Working for something bigger than yourself, while not being in the spotlight in the slightest. Practically being a civilian. I made it way easier to keep secrets. Especially about the fact that Tony Stark had named you a “temporary Avenger” right before the blip.

It was hard to think about. Loosing pretty much everyone you had learned to care for. It made you colder, made you do thinks that frankly, you know you shouldn’t have don-.

Snapping back into reality, it had only been a few seconds of falling down the rabbit hole. Though, you could clearly see the soft edges to Bucky's smile that was always there around you. The way his smile met his eyes, and his nose scrunched up as he let out a breathless laugh as he looked at you.

Before he could get a word in, you was leaning in for a hug. Yes, right after you almost chewed Valentina out for putting her arm aorund her. Not even bothering to address the clearly stunned look on Val’s face.

"Hey, doll." He spoke softly as he ran a hand up your side carefully, almost dropping his drink the process.

"Hi Buck." You quickly replied, pulling back, both of your hands going to your champagne flute, trying to ground yourself with the whirlind of emotions and thoughts spiraling in your head.

It was clear that you weren't the only one with a hurricane of feelings.

"You two...-" Valentina quipped instantly, looking over the two with a sharp eye.

Giving her a pointed look as she continued talking, you were more than sure you got your silent point across.

She couldn’t say a damn word about him. And if he wanted Valentina impeached so publicly, there was clearly a good reason for it.

Trying to choke down the horrible taste of the champagne once more, it was clear that it was extremely cheap champagne, which was surprising for a event with such a high regard as this.

Apparently Bucky noticed too. When Valentina started to speak, her carefully grabbed the glass from your hands, giving you his drink instead. Causing you raise a brow at the gesture. Valentina’s bullshit blurring into the background with the rest of the arrogant chatter around the room. Turning to get a glimpse of his face, you gave soft smile, watching as he returned one.

"Sam Wilson introduced us. Buc- Congressman Barnes, is a great man."

"I see. Well, that's very... Interesting. But I'm afraid we must be on our way. I'd like to take a few pictures with Congressman Gary."

She said, already grabbing for your arm, before you could protest. Turning to look back at Bucky while she practically dragged you away.

Mouthing to him a silent, 'I'm sorry', he softly nodded, and disappeared into the crowd.

Valentina firmly gripped your hand as she dragged you through the crowd.

"The hell was that? You're telling me you know him- Let alone that closely, and you don't say anything to me?"

Rolling your eyes, you let out a huff.

"Like I was supposed to know that your 'sworn enemy' would end up being Bucky. What do you want me to say? I'm sorry Val, it'll never happen again." You said the sarcasm overflowing from your voice.

"If so, keep dreaming princess."

Grabbing her own wrist, you flipped it over, simuletaniously dragging her close.

"Now, I highly suggest you stop bothering me, because I'm not in the mood right now."

With that, you let her go, and started to walk off.

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You quickly, and carefully made your way through the crowd. Three drinks down, and that somehow didn't calm your nerves. Didn't even give you the decency of a buzz.

Finally making it to a semi-secluded area, you could feel the thoughts coming back into your head, it finally quiet enough for you to think.

Glancing around the beautifully desgined space, you let your guard down for all of two seconds.

And thats all it took.

Suddenly a arm reached out and grabbed you, pulling you into a hallway to your right. Your hand practically shot out to grab the assilant's wrist as they pinned you against the wall out of instinct.

Your eyes connected with your movements, watching as your hand gripped the fle- Vibranium? Looking up, you were met with the icy gaze of Bucky, trying to hold you back.

"Jesus Christ Bucky! You can’t do that!” You said smacking his arm with a look of relief on your face as your breathing started to slow back down.

"I know- I know, that probably wasn't my best ide-"

"Obviously it wasn't, you scared the shit out of me." You replied with a breathless laugh.

"I'm sorry, I didn't- You can let go of my wrist now."

Both of your gazes flickered down to your hand tightly gripping his wrist. Quietly letting out a sigh, you straightened up off of the wall, putting a bit of space in between the two of you.

“I have an idea.”

Pushing a few stray pieces of hair that had fallen out of his slicked back hairstyle, he let out a sigh of his on, as he placed his hands on his hips.

"You're not going to like it."

Crossing your arms, you raised a brow, waiitng for him to continue.

"I'm sure you know about Valentina's tricks. Her little mind games. I'm- well I'm trying to get her impeached. She's not trustworthy, and you and I both know that."

"So I was wondering if you'd... Help me out."

"And before you say anything, just hear me out. All of it."

"Nobody takes me seriously. Everyone still thinks of me as The Winter Soldier. Which gives me a huge lack of ethos, significantly lowering my affects against my current stance of impeaching Valentina."

With a snicker, you took a step towards him, looking up at his eyes.

"Did your speech writers help you with that?"

"Yeah, yeah they did."

Looking down for a moment, he let out a chuckle.

"Look, I'm asking for you to give me some credibility."

"And how exactly, Mr.Barnes, would you do that?" You said, punctuating your sentence by softly poking your finger into his chest.

And what he did was the last thing you expected. Buy a long shot. Two intericate rings came out of the pocket of his suit jacket, marked with small diamonds, and a beautiful snake design.

"You're joking-"

"I know it's out there-"

"Bucky, I don't give a shit, I'll pretned be your wife or whatever... But this ring is beautiful." You said, carefully grabbing it, and holding it up to the light.

"Picked it out for ya." He said, carefully grabbing it, and slipping it onto your finger. "I knew you'd love it."

Damn this man for being smooth.

Though, like every story goes, there was undinable chemistry between you two. Except, you two definitely have addressed it. Once. Or twice.

You'd never forget that day. It was never fully said out loud. Nothing ever was. But when he grabbed you and held you close, running his hand through your hair, as your legs tangled, simply just sitting together on the couch… It was enough to know there was something there.

Before you knew it, you were walking back out into the gala, hands interlocked.

"So... Basically what I'm getting from this, is that... We're married, because it humaizes you to the public. But, nobody knows I work for Val just that we’re ‘associates’ per say. But I get you info on her, so she goes bye-bye."

"Awesome." You said with a horrible smirk on your face.

As he carefully guided you throught the crowds, he placed his gentle hands on your hips, making sure nobody bumped into you. Leaning over, your back hitting his chest, he whispered.

"We’re engaged. Not married. Word would've gotten out if I hadn't said something about having a wife. More believeable if we're engaged."

Your breath caught in your throat as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, and his breath tickling the side of your neck.

"Excuse me- Congressman Barnes-." A reporter said, as they navigated through the crowds, with a camera in tow behind them.

Shit, that was fast, you thought to yourself as you glanced back at Bucky.

"Can I ask who this is with you tonight?"

As Bucky went to answer, your eyes locked with Valentina's. Your own shit eating grin came over your face, as you looked at her. And instantly, the game was on.

Bucky snaked an arm around your waist, and gave a soft smile. Nothing too big or out of character, but enough for show.

"This, is my wonderful, fiancée."

You waved to the camera like this was your first time, as he continued. "She's truly... Amazing. She's been there through thick and thin, and I couldn't be more excited to be spending forever with her."

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This 'charity gala' was really looking up. Getting to hang out with one of your favorite people ever, whilist also pissing off your boss? Awesome.

"Kiss me." He whispered, turning you to look at him.

There wasn’t a second of hesitation in your eyes. He didnt have to tell you twice. Your hand went to the side of his face, pulling him closer. The cool vibranium of his hand went to your lower back, as he looked at you.

You were a bit surprised to the see the look on his face. Like he was savoring the moment, even if it was just for show.

But he wasn't the only one savoring all of this. Your eyes closed as you relished in the taste of him. The lingering taste of whatever the hell the drink was he had given you earlier. Deep and rich. That same cologne that you had bought him years ago filled your nostrils.

Getting a bit caught up in the kiss, you had to force yourself to pull back. Your hand softly rested on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. Watching as he looked down at you like there was more tomorrow.

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"You know, we make a pretty good team."

"You think?" He said, as he chose to grab your hand once more, even though you knew for a fact there was nobody around, as you two had started to make your way out of the event early.

He definitely knew there was nobody around. You could see that in the way his gaze flickered form your eyes back to your hands. Still with rings on it.

But you didn't mention it.

You just squeezed his hand a bit tighter.

"Yeah. I mean, think about it. We're an epsionage deluxe package. We could be unstoppable. Husband and wife style." Chuckling, it quickly came to a halt when he grabbed your waist firmly, his fingers digging into your side.

Dipping his head down to meet your lips, he carefully kissed you. Unlike any other time tonight. This time he truly meant it. It was soft, and delicate, like he was afraid to mess it up.

You could feel him building his confidence, feeling him pull back for a second, before kissing you once more, with double the confidence. His free hand cradled your face, as he looked down at you, his breaths sort and shallow. Your hands sat cofortably on either side of his neck, letting him pull you flush against him, as he leaned back in.

Finally pulling back to softly gasp for air, he spoke.

"My place, or yours doll?"

"For what?" You said, almost shyly.

"So I can show you just what I'd do to my beautiful fiancée behind closed doors."

UHHHH PART TWO?? BECAUSE REREADING THIS/ EDITING IT MAKES ME WANT MORE OF THIS???

[lupusbaby]

I’m losing it again. I have my infusion tomorrow so I feel like absolute shit. I am working so, so hard every day, pushing through how sick and exhausted I feel. And it’s STILL not enough!!

I’m still overwhelmed and behind on my studying, and doing PT and doctor’s appointments and bloodwork and full time school and clinical is just too much. I need a break. I feel like I’m breaking. I know I feel that way because I’m in the “mental breakdown” phase of being chronically ill and I’m flaring up, but still. This is all so hard and I’m so angry that this has to be the reality I was given. I know there’s a lot of good things but my body sucks and I never feel good. And I feel like nobody truly understands how hard I’m working.

It’s the first day of the school week and I’m already so exhausted and burnt out. I feel like I need to call out of PT because it’s just way too much but I need to go so I can get stronger. I’m just so fucking tired.

I have 3 exams next week and I haven’t started studying, and I haven’t finished my huge clinical paperwork packet from last week which is due Wednesday. And I’ve got another huge case study assignment I need to do so it doesn’t end up piling up later. Im just way too overwhelmed and my body can’t hold all of this

[mortallyandrogynoussheep]

12/100 days of getting my life back together

Sunday, 14 July, 2024

I woke up at 7:30 something today! i took melatonin yesterday before sleep and it really helped. insane. my boyfriend was kind of advising me against the pack we ended up buying because he said those same ones gave him a headache back then, but i decided to yolo it anyway, and im so glad i did :D

the whiteboard at the start of the day:

and todays experiment with colors on my eyes makes me feel like a fairy crying glitter, lol

i did some yoga in the morning, HAD A NORMAL BREAKFAST, took the vitamins and im ready to rock the world HEHEHE

in the minimum tasks for today:

SE6

SE7

DB9 at least 30 slides

10:45 - 11:35 SE6 1-19/27

12:02 -12:30 finished SE6

then I was like oh. I'm going to take a break because I feel really tired and unmotivated. then I was like well maybe I should study something of my own interest. I ended up doing this until 13:24. help

the thing is, I feel really tired, but I guess I'm going to try my best not to fall asleep and laze around, because maybe it's just how it is, since I'm only in the first moments of recovering my sleep schedule.

15:35 - 16:00 DB9 1-12/100 16:06 - 16:35 DB9 12-17/100 17:15 - 18:09 DB9, started looking at our code, that needs saving

so, um, funny news - i am in trouble. i thought i had time until next week, turns out the deadline is tomorrow. so tonight and next day i will be screwing up my sleeping schedule again (after just barely getting it together) in order to get this assignment done and to have the pass to be able to take the exam. i need to fix some problems in our code and i, uh. i am not really happy about it, but there is nothing we can do. we must persist. i am going to go take a shower now and then get to work. wish me luck

20:03 - 20:46 i mixed the problem that was causing me the most headache. my mom called me literally right after i finished it

[lovelorngirl]

i might actually be the teenager with the most boring life

my peers are out there partying and drinking and having fun and im at home, not even allowed to walk the streets by myself because my parents dont trust me because they think im stupid with the street like how would you know??? you've kept me locked in this house for 16 years. ive snuck out multiple times and came back unscathed holy shit im not a toddler. i can cross the street without being hit by a bus.

im not allowed to go anywhere after school because i go home by school bus and it takes an entire hour and a half before the bus reaches my house so i get home at 5:30 pm. then i have a shit ton of homework because my teachers like to tagteam on the same day. so i don't even have time to do anything because after all that, i'd be so tired that ill take a bath and pass out the second i hit the bed. also what the hell?? why does school begin at 7:20 and end at 4:00??? idk maybe im being dramatic and spoiled but that is a long ass time.

my teachers also like assigning projects on the week before exam then making the due date the monday before the exam OH MY GOD THEYRE WORSE CRAMMERS THAN I AM, AND I STUDY AN HOUR BEFORE ASSESMENTS

and btw this school fucking sucks. oh my god ive never been to such a disorganized school. last time, they only decided to announce the suspension of classes thirty minutes before the school day started. who does that??? hello?????

and oh my god everyday is the same thing. i wake up, go to school, do my homework, sleep. rinse and repeat. i try to make time for hobbies but then i'll end up regretting it cause fuck i should've studied instead like i don't do that during breaks already. i can't even rest on friday or saturday because i have mandatory military training that i didn't sign up for.

[monetsfog]

personal reflections on the fall 2025 term

not my first term at university but definitely very stressful... writing this as i’ve come down with a cold in the middle of exam season. it was a roller coaster semester so here are some reflections on what i learnt this semester and i hope that it resonates with some of you!

the earlier the better.

i wish i hadn’t fallen into the trap of promising myself i would do it later. if you have the time and energy to do it before hand, just do it now before everything gets messy. i tend to procrastinate so i will definitely start using fake deadlines and try to keep up with all my lecture content asap.

listen to your body.

stress is so unbelievably detrimental to our health, in the short-term and long-term. and unless you take responsibility for physically detoxing that stress, it’s going to sit there and drain your energy. believe it or not, self-care does not look like hours on netflix or social media, its moving the body and treating it with the necessary nutrients. i'm also learning how to work with my energy cycles, so sleep but also working out when & how caffeine intake affects me.

use uni resources & stay connected with profs and ta’s from the beginning.

no matter if this is a major course or an elective, ESPECIALLY if its an elective, just stay connected with them and ask questions about content and assignments. ta’s are the ones who are marking most of the time, so get clear with their expectations and welcome their feedback. most profs are excited to share what experience and knowledge they have! i think having the confidence to stay connected depends on what i previously said about staying updated with the lecture content. also, i didn’t expect so much access to academic articles through my uni library site?!

simplify as much as possible.

tis was the semester that my unrealistic expectations ran me to the ground. i don’t mean by having unrealistic goals, just unrealistic expectations to get there. i found my main mistakes were overdoing basic steps and expecting everything to be easy and realizing that it’s not, only a day before tests or assignments. when things got difficult and messy towards the end, i found myself repeating “don’t let perfect be the enemy of greatness” and that greatness is found in the late nights, frustrating confusion, and moving with fear. so yea, make it simple and get it done.

don’t underestimate motivation.

there’s a lot of emphasis on discipline in the study tumblr.. but honestly, it’s just tiring and meaningless to go through that if you don’t have a clear goal in mind and motivation enough to get you there. i’m glad to say i’ve finally gotten to a point where i’m in LOVE with what i’m studying. i definitely will be writing about how i’ve gotten there and even more on why motivation is a gamechanger, especially both intrinsic and extrinsic motivation.

planners, planners, planners.

“write to think” is a phrase that i remind myself often. when im overwhelmed and have just too much on my mind, i put it down on paper. especially during that busy time, just putting down all you gotta do for the next week is so relaxing. i’ll be honest, its only 50-75% of the time i meet everything on my schedule, but i do like to overbook just in case i find spare time.

if you’re continuously struggling to keep up, pivot.

look at your schedule and find problem areas. prioritize what is most important and get rid of what isn’t worthy of your time. why would you keep continuing when it doesn’t work? who cares what people suggest you to do, if the results are clearly not there and you’re just ramming yourself into a wall?

thank you for reading this longer post! definitely a lot of things remembered and learned, but i have no regrets as i know i earnestly worked to the best of my ability. happy holidays everyone!!

[elengo4it]

its gonna get personal i guess cause i wanna vent

imposter syndrome goes SO hard on me its horrible its like im surrounded by so many smart people and the only reason im there is because i could study in high school which i really cant do consistently any more. im tired of having to study so much and it was supposed to be so these years were chill (especially as an end goal for all the studying for the entry exams) but theyre not, not just on exam season but in the middle of the semester too with mounts of assignements that i have zero motivation to handle not because theyre very hard but because i feel so tired all the time, i commute at least an hour to get to class, listen to old men yap for like 4-5 hours and then i either commute back home where im too tired to do anything or i go to the library to try and pick up the pieces of my academic career. and its not like im not a good student, i pass all my exams (and theyre a lot) with a fairly ok gpa and i understand the material in my classes so why cant i feel achieved? because others are doing better? many of my friends are doing worse but i only see my failings or rather my shortcomings which is super unhealthy and horrible

and when those feelings come, tragically, i find myself vying for alcohol. the buzz the euphoria and the joy it brings, cause when im tipsy with friends everything is fine.

like drunk me said : "im passing my classes, im sexy af and my boyfriend loves me! high five!"

all three of these things are true and not many people can claim them (yes i find myself hot thats not the point here, im glad i dont have image issues) so why arent they enough? what more do i need to be satisfied? and why do i suspect as im writing this that it has to do with my father?