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Fic Request:  “OML OKAY I HAVE A REQUEST IDEA!! So the reader is getting rly stressed about exams (seeing as it's that season again ;-;) and ends up having a breakdown. Chica comes in and tries to cheer the reader up with cuddles and being cute but when that doesn't work Chica finds mark and brings him to the reader to help and fluff happens :,)) I'm so sorry this is so long :,,,,,,)” 

The textbooks seemed to mock you.  Nothing you read stayed in your mind. Words became fuzzled as you tried to get some kind of information from the books.  You were already stressed about the upcoming exams, this bullshittery was just adding to the growing plate of anxiety.  You shoved the textbook away in a fury of frustration. Tears stung your eyes but you refused to let them fall.  Hurriedly brushing them away and breathing in a deep sigh.  “I’m going to do fine,” You tried to reassure yourself. “It’s just a little test.  You’ve read through everything already. You know what it is.”  But your words fell heavy as the crushing dread your situation flooded your mind.  A quiet sob burst from your chest, and it seemed to be the breaking point.  Tears streamed down your cheeks and you leaned back against your bed, stifling your sniffles in your knees as you curled into a ball. 

Unbeknownst to you, a particular fluffy canine had heard you. A black nose pushed against the small crack in your closed door and squeezed into the room.  She was rarely allowed in your bedroom. Chica only came in when Mark allowed it or you would call her as she passed the door. She stepped quietly towards you, surprising you with her wet nose prodding your arm.  “Oh, Chica!” You sniffled, wiping away your tears. “Hey, girl. How’d you get in here?”  Chica sat beside you, her tail wagging gently as her left paw came up to touch your hand. She then pushed her snout into your fingers and pressed her body against yours.  You chuckled, still wiping away the tears. “I’m alright, girl. Just stressed.”  You scratched her nose. Chica whined when you stopped and tried wriggling under your arm.  “Chica, not now please.” You said, a little too firmly. “I’m not in the mood, girl.”  You felt bad when Chica’s tail stopped moving, and she lifted her head from your lap. Looking at you almost reproachfully.  You felt even worse when she turned and trotted out of your room, tail tucked under her belly.  You tightened your hold on your legs. You hated crying. Especially at something stupid like school-work.  It always came down to this. You breaking down over a test. It was a vicious cycle.