[A4A] Finals Week? We Got This.

Finals Week? We Got This.
written by Cardlin
Synopsis: A friend swings by to help their bestie through a particularly intimidating Finals Week.
Tags: A4A, Platonic, Motivation For Studying, Comfort, Consoling

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[Motivation for studying] [Comfort and consoling] [Platonic]

*knockknockknock* Hey
*knockknockknock* Heyyyyyy my hands are full hey
*knockknockknock* Heyyy the ice cream’s melting onto my faaaaace open uuuuuupppp-

Hey! There you are. Yeah, could you… could you grab the ice cream cones? And the cake, yep.. no, no, I’ve got the rest, those are just the things that were in the most immediate… peril, haha… Well, yes, I COULD have gone in two trips and not struggle so much, but in my defense, your FACE is two trips, so… Yes I know that was horrible, can you move, this is heavy!

*unloads bags* Yeah, I know, I know, you don’t have time to hang out. Finals week at Uni, a thousand things due, and roughly 2 minutes to do each of them. And then, of course, none of them want to work, every piece of equipment is broken, and every possible thing that can go wrong goes wrong, right? Yeah, I see all the social media posts… even if you take them down minutes later. Yeah, well, what else is a best friend good for if not for stalking your whole life and then crashing into it uninvited whenever he sees fit? Now, sit. Let’s go through these bags, yes?

Well, you’ve been so salty about your workload that I thought I’d bring some sweet to counteract it… hence the cookies. You’ve been so rough on yourself that i thought I’d bring something soft, hence the new comforter duvet thing (because yours is basically a large and ratty sandpaper blanket). You’ve been so hot-headed about things not working when you need them to, that I brought ice cream to cool you down. And, because I knew all of these horrible puns would get you groaning, I got you these cheese thingies you like to apologize for being so cheesy. The rest of the stuff is video games and dvd’s for when we (yes we) need to take breaks (YES we, I’m not leaving any time soon). The booze? That’s for the victory lap, of course… and maybe a few minor victory jogs here and there when we get something done. And, just to show you how Death Week is not as horrible as the world would have you believe and how easy it will be with a little bit of company, I got you a piece of cake. Well, several pieces. I got you cake, is what I’m trying to say. Oh, whatever, it looks delicious.

This? This, my dear friend, is my vacation bag. How long do I plan on staying? Well, all week, if you’ll let me. I’m not doing anything lately and I was hoping I could make my full-time job for the next week or so being your babysitter. Well, I know how fucking… NUTTY you can get if left to your own devices, just how stressed and overwhelmed you can be when it seems like the pieces are stacking too high around you. I think you could use some distraction now and then, and some motivation and encouragement… maybe some occasional reminders that you’re going to be okay, that it’s not the end of the world and, most importantly… that you’ve GOT THIS, y’know? I don’t think I know -anyone- who is as capable for handling a shit storm like this quite as good as you are. You’re smart, you’re more than able, you’re passionate and you’ve got a stout heart on you. You’re resilient, y’know? Beyond that… and look at me now, I’m being real… but you’ve got that dream boiling inside of you, right? You’re not doing all of this for nothing, after all. I certainly didn’t stay up many a night, telling me about how awesome you’d be, how you’re going to follow in the footsteps of the greats, and what kind of changes you can make to the industry as a whole. Do you think I’d be here, rooting you on like this if I didn’t think you could make it? You’ve made a believer out of me, right from day one, and now it’s time for me to return the favor. Times like these, when you can’t seem to believe in yourself, you can believe in me. I believe in you more than enough for the both of us.

Well then, before either of us start crying we should go about doing you your very first favor: TAKING A FUCKING BREAK! So, pick your poison (except for the actual poison, of course; that’s for after), and let’s plop on the couch and just fucking chill. No studying, no projects, no deadlines… just some time to kill your brain and let you veg for a bit. Afterward, we’ll get back to attacking the pile and we’ll do it one piece at a time, but for now… cookies and netflix, yeah? Good.

Hey. Seriously though, you’re gonna be alright, okay? We’ve got this.

Yeah yeah, okay okay. Now then, what’re we doing first?