• INTJ: Well if the exam tomorrow is only worth 10% of our assed mark and our assessed marks only count for 50% of our final mark then each of the three segments of work in tomorrow's test is less than 2% each!
  • ESFJ: Write your essay!
  • INTJ: *grumbles* hmph fine... Stupid 1.6 repeater percent essay...
Room 27- a Royai Fic

A gift for @queenxolivier which was inspired by my drawing of fabulous Riza holding a gun while in a beautiful dress.
Enjoy!! <3

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The annual State military ball. It was the same every year: champagne, speeches, music, dancing, chatting. Yet Riza found herself there on the same night every year to soak up the glowing atmosphere.

She opted to wear a stunning black split leg dress (partly on Rebecca’s suggestion) and matched it with heels of the same height- not too high, of course, otherwise they’d be unsuitable- and a golden necklace and earrings that she adored. And Riza Hawkeye wasn’t one to fawn over such vanity that came with wearing jewellery.

Nevertheless, she looked stunning.

“I told you it was the perfect dress, did I not?” Rebecca boasted with a smile of pride. She, too, looked gorgeous in a flowing scarlet-red dress with silver earrings to top it off.

Both women and Jean Havoc (now finally and officially Rebecca’s boyfriend) were stood amongst the crowd who were diving into the bubbles on offer. They’d grabbed glasses of champagne while they could, even though Riza decided to leave the drinks until later.

“I’ve gotta say that this State ball is the best one yet,” added Rebecca a while later.

“What makes you say that?” Asked Riza.

“I don’t know. Just the beauty of it all, I suppose. You know, there’s no need to work and we can all relax for one night!”

“Yeah, and we certainly need it,” Jean agreed, taking a sip at the champagne and screwing his face up in disgust. “Although the alcoholic beverages aren’t that good.”

“Oh, Jean. That’s because your taste buds have been destroyed by those cancer sticks you keep inhaling,” said Rebecca. “That, and the fact that you are simply just too weak to handle such an easy drink.”

“Hey! That’s not true!” Cried Jean with a frown. Riza laughed, saying: “you know, Havoc, she’s got a point.”

“Aw man,” he sighed exasperatedly. “Can’t I ever win when it comes to the ladies?”

“No,” replied Riza and Rebecca simultaneously. This just caused them to laugh more at the poor soldier, who decided to carry on drinking the champagne anyway (just to prove that he wasn’t weak).

While Jean was being the entertainment for the night, the newly-appointed General Mustang was surrounded by several other senior generals and the Führer himself.

Grumman had gone to great lengths to ensure that this year’s ball- the first of many for him- was extravagant. And he certainly didn’t disappoint. He also made an excellent show in telling jokes and anecdotes to his small group of subordinates.

Roy stood tall and proud, listening intently to what the other generals had to say on new laws and legislations. He smiled at their frequent jokes with fulfilment, knowing he’d gone through Hell to be be where he was now. He owed this night to a lot of people.

Soon, however, the generals began to disperse into the ocean of tuxedos and ballgowns. He was left with an ever-content Grumman who adjusted the cap on his head with a knowing grin.

“I never asked you, Mustang,” he began. “But what do you think of the State ball this year?”

“It’s magnificent, sir,” Roy responded earnestly. “The decorations are probably the best.”

“Hmm. I’m glad you think so.”

“Did you choose them?”

“No,” Grumman chuckled. “I wish I was as creative as my granddaughter, but it must the trait have skipped my genes!”

Roy raised an eyebrow. “You mean Captain Hawkeye chose them?”

“Indeed,” he said with a nod. Then a pause, followed by a serious glance coming from the older man’s dark and mischievous eyes. “When are you going to marry her, Mustang?”

“I’m sure you know as well as I do that there are fraternisation laws, sir,” Roy answered without letting his cheeks stain pink with embarrassment. “It’s impossible.”

Grumman grinned. “I’m sure I can make a few changes…”

“And I’m sure that it’ll be seen as favouritism. The other officers won’t even have to guess twice at why the law changed.

“Well, the rumours I hear are quite… Interesting.”

Roy’s eyes widened, which didn’t go unnoticed.

The Führer guffawed, patting Roy on the shoulder. “I’m just kidding, my boy, but you’ll have to excuse me for the time being; I have to find Major General Keller and speak with him about a matter.”

The glance that Grumman gave Roy as he departed into the crowd was one that said ‘please consider the offer on marrying my granddaughter or I’ll have to kill you’. Despite acting like a young boy sometime, Führer Grumman was rather intimidating. Roy knew him better than to decide that the older man was joking because he certainly wasn’t.

When he’s left, Roy straightened out his jacket and swiftly made his way over the quietest corner of the room. Breda and Fuery were making idle chitchat, yet silenced themselves when the superior approached.

“Any news from Falman?” Roy questioned.

“Yes, sir,” answered Breda. “He informed us that Vanzetti arrived in the hotel just five minutes ago.”

“Great. And has he got tabs on him?”

“Yes, sir,” came the same reply.

Tonight wasn’t all about celebrations. It was about continuing to bring down the criminal underworld that lurked under Central City. Vanzetti- an infamous arms dealer- had come to Central for several meeting with clients and was currently at a nearby hotel. Roy and his team were incredibly close to catching the bastard, but he was sliding through their fingers, and if he wasn’t caught tonight then things would be an utter wreck.

They needed help from a certain sharpshooter.

Roy left Breda and Fuery, pushing his way past everyone and scanning he room as he did so. He had the sudden impulse to pick up a glass of champagne and down it before continuing, yet he knew that even the smallest glass would butch up the mission.

Eventually, he spotted Riza. She was still stood with Havoc and Rebecca, laughing and smiling (with bright red painted lips) and talking.

Roy tried hard not to gawk at her radiating beauty and quickly proceeded towards her, the thought of successfully capturing Vanzetti lingering on his mind.

He failed to noticed the excited Rebecca shoot her friend a look of delight at the sight of the General.

“Evening, sir,” Havoc piped up with small nod.

“Evening, Havoc,” Roy smiled. “And to you, Rebecca.”

Rebecca hummed in acknowledgement. “And I suppose you’re here to steal Riza and whisk her away?”

“Pretty much,” he answered, turning to Riza. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all, sir,” she uttered, placing her almost-empty glass of champagne down onto a nearby table. She bid her goodbyes to Rebeca and Havoc, the former instantly beginning to matter away as Roy led Riza onto the dance floor.

“And a very good evening to you, Captain,” he said, offering her his hand as a gesture to dance with him.

Riza, of course, accepted. She placed on hand in his own and the other on his shoulder. She shivered slightly when she felt Roy’s other hand rest itself upon her waist. They began to dance to the slow classical music that was being played by the orchestra, who seated at the front of the room. Just like the good old days.

“Likewise, General,” she replied with a curt nod.

“You look marvellous in that dress,” he admitted suavely. If not now, when? Right?

“T-Thank you. You look pretty good yourself, sir. You should wear tailcoats more often.”

“You think so?”

Riza nodded.

“Anything for you, Captain.”

She rolled her eyes, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. “And what is it that you want from me, sir?”

“What makes you think I want something from you?”

“That look in your eyes,” replied Riza, staring right into them and noticing the glint that followed. “It’s important, isn’t it?”

To the melody of the music, Roy- the rest of the men dancing- spun their partners around. Riza twirled elegantly, her bottom half of her dress flouncing in the air behind her. She was quite hypnotic and Roy found it difficult to focus on anything but her.

Oh, how he wanted her. He wanted to immediately accept Führer Grumman’s proposal and marry her. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her- the woman who stood by his side since they were teenagers- but perhaps Riza felt indifferent. Hopefully not.

When she returned to having her hand placed on Roy’s shoulder, he finally answered.

“There’s a man- Georgio Vanzetti- who’s staying at the Royal Amestris hotel tonight. He’s there now, and Falman’s keeping an eye on him. I need your help to apprehended him.”

“And who exactly is this Vanzetti?”

“Central City’s most notorious crime syndicate leader and weapons dealer,” Roy elaborated. “He needs brining to justice and we can’t do it without you, Captain.”

Riza smirked. “I’m glad to know that I’m wanted in a time of great need. Isn’t just a coincidence, General, that I brought my gun?”

Roy let out a low laugh, clearly impressed by her preparation skills. “You’re brilliant.”

“Thank you, sir.”


Roy and Riza soon exited the ball, making sure that nobody noticed that they’d left. They walked down the street, and thankfully it was quiet tonight. It was a warm night with a clear sky, which was splattered with stars.

The Royal Amestris hotel was only for people with hefty wages. Its lobby had a marble floor, a fountain, walls lined with artwork and ornaments, and Riza was rather stunned by it all.

“Vanzetti is staying in Room 27, second floor,” Roy told her. “He apparently armed and has two of his bodyguards with him, one inside the ion and one outside.”

“And all I have to do is take out the bodyguards and apprehend Vanzetti?” She asked to be sure.

He nodded. “I’ll have back up here within ten to fifteen minutes; that should be sufficient enough, yes?”

“Yes, sir. And what about you?”

“I’ll come back for you. I have to get Breda and Fuery first, and inform Havoc of the progress.”

“Okay,” mumbled Riza, standing up a little straighter.

“Good luck, Captain. You’ll be fine.”

She turned and advanced towards the staircase, Roy’s final words echoing in her mind.

Her heels clicked loudly against the marble floor and she wanted to silence them, yet had no choice but to carry on regardless, concentrating on the matter in hand.

Take out the guards. Apprehend Vanzetti, she though to herself. That was easy enough. Riza was used to dealing with more difficult situations in the past and this wasn’t going to faze her.

When she got to the second floor, she passed a couple, who were also dressed in their best outfits. They smiled at her and she smiled in return. Her expression then flattened out as she neared the end of the first section of the hallway.

Riza halted where the hallway veered to the right. She drew the gun that was strapped to the holster on her concealed thigh, gripping it firmly. For the moment, she was hidden by the shadows, but soon she’d have to advance down the corridor in the exposing light. Riza was also thankful that she made the smart decision to wear her comfortable and sensible heels that would allow her to walk at a good pace with steadiness.

She peered around the corner. Room 24… Room 25… Room 26… Room 27. The latter was where she needed to go. Room 27 hid Central City’s most notorious crime syndicate leader and arms dealer: Georgio Vanzetti. A formidable man on paper, but there was no doubt he’d be even more so in person.

Riza swallowed hard. She felt her heart thumping inside her chest. No. She couldn’t let her nerves get in the way. Not now.

Then she noticed the burly, dark-haired man stood in front of the door. His arms were crossed, showing off the strength in his muscles. He was clad in a black suit and his almost-black eyes were fixated on a particular spot on the opposite wall, but they occasionally flickered elsewhere.

How on earth was she supposed to get around him? How was she supposed to get close enough to do sufficient damage? If only she had the General’s assistance…

Deciding it would be better to hide her gun for now, Riza placed it back into the holster and made sure her dress was smoothed over it and that her appearance was immaculate before stepping out of the shadows and strolling at a slow pace down the corridor. She wore a concerned expression on her face as she approached the burly man.

“Erm… Excuse me, sir,” she began, her voice slighter higher pitched than normal. She hated false pretence, but it was something she’d have to deal with for now.“

"Are you alright, ma'am?” He asked.

Unusually nice manners for a criminal, Riza scowled inwardly.

“I’ve lost my… I’ve lost my room key,” she replied. “I came down here earlier and thought I’d retrace my steps to find it. You haven’t seen it have you?”

“I don’t recall seeing any room key, ma'am,” the man said with a shrug. “Sorry.”

“Shame,” she said, copying his shrug. In a split second, Riza pulled her gun out again and squeezed her finger against the trigger, sending a bullet towards the man’s chest. He grunted and growled before falling to the floor in a muscular heap.

She reloaded her gun and pressed her back against the wall on the other side of the doorway. There was the sound of muffled heavy footsteps and the rapid opening of the door to Room 27. Another man of the same clothes, yet of a skinnier build and lighter hair, appeared. He looked down on his dead friend before glancing down the left side of the corridor and then to the right. But he barely got the chance before Riza shot him too. His body crumpled next to the burly man’s and she trod carefully over them, avoiding the blood that was spilling onto the carpeted floor.

Room 27 was an mysterious place. It was darkened, the doors to the balcony were opened and the curtains were dancing in the night breeze, a fire was burning, which added more warmth to the evening. But where was Vanzetti?

“You insult me, intruder. Such a fine shot shouldn’t have made such a mess of her kill.”

Never mind. He was here.

Georgio Vanzetti was sat in large armchair by the back wall of the room, behind Riza. He was around sixty years old with greying hair, a thick moustache and narrow blue eyes that were like knives stabbing into Riza’s delicate skin.

“What does it matter? Either way they up dead,” she responded confidently, reloading her gun again and aiming it steadily at Vanzetti.

Vanzetti laughed. “Wonderful! I can offer you a job simply based on your marksmanship and wit, my dear.”

“Thanks, but not thanks. And don’t call me ‘dear’, it’s patronising.”

The old man frowned. “I tried.”

He rose from his seat and took a few paces forward, his gait short and his balance that wasn’t too good.

“Now, be continued. "I’m guessing your with be military. They’ve been keeping tabs on me. I noticed one of yours- the grey-haired one- as I came in the hotel. See? I’m not that stupid.”

“Nobody ever said you were,” Riza said bitterly. She wanted to kill him too, but she had been specifically ordered to apprehend, not kill.

Despite the old man’s minor hobble, Vanzetti moved quick. He almost knocked Riza over, but she regained herself and nimbly swerved away.

“You’re good considering you’re wearing heels,” he commented slyly.

“They’ve never stopped me before,” she retorted, kicking the bend in the back of Vanzetti’s leg. He toppled to the floor with a cry, then turning on his back. A pistol had been whipped out from his pocket, he cocked it in the meantime and stared at Riza with evil eyes.

“You thought I’d be an easy target, didn’t you, my dear?” He sneered. “I think you’ll be joining my bodyguards over there.”

She kept quiet, her hands still tight on her gun. She felt her finger itching to pull the trigger, but resisted the urge.

It didn’t matter, though. Somehow, a bullet was always going to end up piercing Vanzetti’s skin. He dropped his gun with a 'clang’ when blood spurted from the back of his hand. The pain was electrifying.

Riza ran to kick the weapon away, her own still aimed on the older man.

“Captain, are you okay?”

Havoc jogged up to her. He injured Vanzetti and it just about saved her life.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered, listening to the dull moans escaping Vanzetti’s lips as he writhed against the agony in his hand.

Three MPs entered the room not long after Havoc, they arrested the criminal mastermind and shifted the bodies of his bodyguards. What a lot of use they were.

Roy entered Room 27, panting and red in the face. He’d ran as fast as he could from the State ball to the hotel when he heard that Vanzetti had been arrested.

“Mission complete, sir,” Riza affirmed with a salute and a smile when she saw him.

Relieved, he breathed out. “I’m just glad you’re not hurt.”

“Me too,” she laughed nervously. Riza was pleased that this was all over in such a short amount of time. She could finally go home and rest, or return the the ball. Probably the latter; Rebecca would be wondering where she was.

Now it was just Roy and Riza inside Room 27, along with a large amount of blood, a cosy fire, and the night air that floated in from outside.

Riza sighed exhaustedly, placing her gun back into the holster and sending a glance to Roy. “Are you alright, sir? You’re staring.”

“My queen deserves the attention, does she not?” He said, walking towards her. “Especially after putting her life on the line.”

“Just another day at the office… My king,” she replied, accepting Roy’s warm embrace. His arms snaked around her waist and he buried his face into the crook of Riza’s neck.

“Thank you,” he mumbled. “Amestris is in debt to you.”

“Now, don’t be silly.”

“I’m serious,” he muttered. “The most wanted criminal in the country has been arrested all thanks to you.”

Riza smiled, satisfied with her day’s work. She was glad to be of service to her country, but of course, it was lol part of the job description.

Roy pressed soft kisses where his face was buried. Riza shivered under his touch; every time he brushed her it was a cold reminder of the laws that hung over them and the burning love that they shared.

He moved up her neck and before he got chance to kiss Riza’s lips, she pressed a finger to his own.

“Later, okay?” She whispered, a faint smile appearing in her faded-red lips.

“Okay,” Roy agreed reluctantly.

One of his arms was still wrapped around her waist as they left they hotel. She needed such comfort after completing something so dangerous.

“Do you think Rebecca will catch on to us?” She asked him as they re-entered the ball, the sea of people still refusing to die down.

“Captain, I think she already has,” came the mirthful reply.

“Let’s not make it too obvious then,” Riza added, moving in such as way that her arm was now linked with Roy’s.

They exchanged a glance: one of happiness, knowingness, and sparked energy. Later, they’d finally get what they had both wanted for years- passionate kisses, fiery touches, and a whole lifetime of suppressed love.

After all, what happens in Room 27, stays in Room 27…

something that i’ve been noticing for a while is that one of my biggest and most instantaneous ocd/misophonic triggers is sneezing, i will literally become uncontrollably angry the second most people sneeze and its actually stressful in some way? like i feel myself getting anxious over it

So I was rewatching TSoT and I realised that my heart does a little summersault every time John and Sherlock say each other’s names. Every bloody time. It makes me so inexplicably happy.


27/03/17 || so sorry that i’ve been MIA lately :( i’ve been super stressed with homework and this essay that i have to do, and on top of that i have an exam in 5 days (!!) i hope everyone is surviving better than i am. here’s last week’s spread and some other goodies that i’ve been using throughout the week. stay motivated guys!

Spring Has Sprung Follower Celebration Challenge

Originally posted by muvana

Okie dokie guys.  So the last celebration thing I did was my Rainbow Reading Week Drabbles for 400 followers and now I am almost at 700!  


And I wanted to do something for you guys.  But I (as many of us probably do) have exams coming up and I don’t think I could manage a drabble celebration right now.  So I thought, since there hasn’t been a challenge set out in a while, that I would offer you guys one! 

It is kinda like the follow-up to @outside-the-government‘s Winter Blues Challenge (which was terribly fun)!

You can write anything you want: one shots, drabbles, imagines… anything that the prompt inspires you to. 

I thought I’d make it interesting and give you guys some options about what you can ask for.  So send me an ask, asking for any of the below:

1. A prompt only (if you have a specific character you’d like to write for)

2. A prompt and a character (I will supply you with the character)

3. A prompt and a colour (the colour thing is from my last drabble challenge and you can see the colours and their meanings here and examples of colour-based fics here)

4. A prompt, a character, and a colour (the realest challenge)

I am terrible with instructions so I hope this kinda makes sense. 

I am only going to accept Star Trek fics, as that is the only fandom I am currently in, and it will be only AOS/TOS Star Trek characters that I will supply if you ask for one (cuz that’s all I’ve seen haha).   

For example, the ask could look like:

Hey!  Can I get a prompt and a character for the Spring has Sprung Challenge?


Hey!  Can I get a prompt and a colour for the challenge?  I want to use Chekov as my character. 

I hope this is something you’d be interested in!  I will keep track of everyone’s submissions and asks and try to keep them as organized as possible.  

Once it’s written please tag me and use the hashtag #springhassprungchallenge if you can!  

I will be giving out prompts until: Whenever, I guess!  Hopefully I have enough prompts lol - and if you want another one let me know!

And the fics will be due: June 1st (is that enough time?)

Thanks, lovelies!  

Originally posted by bones-chekov

Originally posted by plumkat

Studying - Jim Kirk

Requested by anonymous. 

“Jim, stop,” you said. He scoffed and you looked up at him. 


“You know what you’re doing.” You looked back down at your book, but could feel his eyes trailing over you again. You had clearly worn this low cut shirt for a reason, but you really needed to get some studying before hand. In some crazy turn of events, you had actually gotten Jim to come into the library, and you were going to get your worth’s. 

“I can’t look at my girlfriend?”

“Not when she’s trying to study. Come on, you could study, too. We have a huge exam on Tuesday.”

“I told you, I already studied.” Jim always said that, but you never saw him. He also always did incredibly well on his exams. For a while you thought he was cheating, but he promised you he wasn’t.

“Study some more.”

“There are other things I’d like to study,” he said. You rolled your eyes.

“Lame. If you really want to have my attention you’re gonna have to try harder.” He laughed and you fought of the urge to smile with him.

“Come on, we both know you’re bored.”

“It’s not a question of whether or not I’m bored. I need to study, so I am.”

“Fine. I’ll see if I can find anything good in the stacks.”

“What, like porn?” He snorted.

“Hopefully.” He walked away and you watched him for only a second before looking back at your book. You studied for a good six minutes before Jim was back.

“So.” You looked up when it was clear he wasn’t going to say anything more with anything less.


“There’s a corner of the library where people go to fuck.”

“Neat,” you said, looking back down at your book. Jim touched your hand and you looked back up at him.

“Let’s go.”


“Why not?”

“I’m not in the mood.”

“What if I help you study?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and he smirked.


“One hundred percent,” he said, flashing his charming smile.

“Fine. As long as you actually help me.” He smiled even wider and moved to your side of the table. He took the book from you and patted his leg. You looked at him in confusion before he picked up your feet and rested themo n his leg.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded and listened as Jim started asking you questions. For a while, you were on fire, getting every question right. However, as Jim got further into the book, the less you knew. 

“I’m never going to learn this,” you grumbled, resting your head against your knee. The more you studied, the closer you got to Jim. You legs were now bent, with your feet still on his lap. He had one arm wrapped underneath your legs. 

“Yes you are,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “Come on, I know you know this.” He reread the question and you closed your eyes to try and picture the answer. Jim’s thumb brushed against your skin, and it eased your mind, letting you remember the answer.

“Nice!” Jim said when you answered. 

“Keep going.”

“I will.”

“No, I mean keep touching me.” He cocked his eyebrow this time and you laughed. “It relaxes me.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me twice.” You smiled and Jim read the second question, tracing his finger over the piece of skin bared behind your ripped jeans. The answer came to you again and he smiled. “That’s my girl.” 

Over and over, Jim questioned you, and kept his hand on you. And every time, you got the question immediately. When he reached the end of the chapter, you opened your eyes, confused as to why he wasn’t reading anymore.

“We finished the chapter.”

“Well do the review questions at the en-”

“I did.”

“Really?” He nodded and you pulled your feet off of him. You put a hand on the back of his head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He grinned into it and wrapped his arms around your waist, moving them softly against your shirt. “Thank you,” you said, pulling away for a moment.

“You know you don’t have to thank me like this.” You laughed and stood up, holding out your hand.

“Show me the way.” He smiled and stood up, trailing his hands up your waist as he did. He laced his hand in yours and kissed you quickly before leading you up one flight of stairs, and into the very back of the library. There was a corner of books that stood in the back. The stacks created a tiny, private area. You smiled at Jim and he mimicked it. 

You put your arms around his neck and started kissing him. Jim’s hand were exploring your waist and back. As your kisses started moving down his neck, he began backing you up against the stack of books. You groaned in slight pain and he smiled into your kiss. His hands traveled down to your legs and soon, he picked you up and wrapped your thighs around his waist. 

A second later, he was laying you down on the floor, never removing his lips from yours. He did eventually trail away, copying your kisses down your neck. He moved further, and soon he had to push your top to the side so he could place a few kisses and tugs on your breast. You moaned breathlessly and he smiled again. You put your hands up and he pulled your shirt off fully. 

He continued kissing down your stomach, until he came to the hem of your jeans. He looked up at you and you nodded. He started unbuttoning them and you kicked them off. He continued his kisses as he pushed your underwear to the side. His lips and tongue were cool down there and you moaned more than breathlessly. 

“You aren’t allowed to smile against me,” you said. He did again though and you moaned. He pulled away and started unbuckling his jeans. He was already mostly hard, and only a few strokes were needed to get him all the way there. He pushed inside of you, and you moaned loudly. He put his hand over your mouth and you laughed, nodding.


“Don’t be,” he said into your shoulder as he began pressing into you. You gripped his shoulders, trailing your hands over his back. He was rhythmic as he moved inside of you, and waited until you were both comfortable before picking up his pace. 

Jim continued this sped up movement until he nearly couldn’t, and in the end, he sped up more than he had before, just before finishing. You smiled as you felt his warmth inside of you, and a few moments later you finished, too. He pulled out of you smoothly and placed a kiss to your stomach. 

Since this was a public space, he handed you back your clothing and you both got dressed rather quickly. You remained seated on the floor, and you started making out with Jim. You were tucked in the corner of the shelves, that it took Leonard a moment before he realized it was you two. 

“Jesus!” he said, jumping back in surprise. His yell surprised you, too, and you jumped a little and knocked your head against the shelf.

“Dammit!” you said, holding your head. Jim put his hand over yours and looked at you worriedly.

“Nice job, Bones. You should have announced yourself.”

“You’re the ones hiding the the tiniest corner of the library. What are you even doing here?” Jim looked at you and you shrugged.

“Studying.” Bones rolled his eyes, clearly knowing what this corner was used for. 

“I just need a book.” He grabbed the right one from the shelf and put up his hand to say goodbye. “Go back to your studying.” You laughed and kissed Jim again when he was gone. 

“I think you’re the best study buddy I’ve ever had,” you said.

“Me too,” he said, closing the gap between the two of you again.

03.26.17 [5/100] days of productivity!

This is a pine needle from a bio lab I did last Friday! Today I started making some study material that I can study with in my spare time next weekend. I’m going to a convention on the 31st - 2nd and then I have a bio exam on the 3rd yikes! 

Today I also wrote a lab report for chemistry while watching Nausicaa and the Valley of the Wind! (my all time favorite movie of all time btw) It was kind of hard to write my report though because I was on the verge of tears watching this movie the entire time lol!!!! 

god i was considering seeing if i could register with the accessibility services at my school for finals cuz i have exams at 9am and my anxiety doesn’t calm down to manageable levels until like at least 10 but it’s too late to book exams at a different time lol rip