and a huge distraction

Unpopular opinion: I don’t need any more huge open world games with distractions scattered all over the place. I’m tired of losing track of the actual goal because of an abundance of pointless side quests. Give me a linear, story-driven game that focuses on its narrative structure instead. I want characters to care about and a story to be moved by.

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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my fav kind of otp is when person A is perched on person B’s lap and complaining again about their test since they were one point away from 100 while person B hums and plays with person A’s hair with dead eyes since person B got a score way below average again so they’re staying tight-lipped about it

but person A finds out anyway and ends up tutoring person B plus they offer kisses for every question person B gets right because motivation is key but also a huge huge distraction

Maybe Next Time (m)

[10:36 PM] Jimin: babe, i have an emergency

[10:37 PM] You: what is it??

[10:37 PM] Jimin: um, i’m really hard right now. help me out

[10:38 PM] Jimin: baby, please. i want to fuck you so hard, hear you scream for me so fucking bad

[10:39 PM] Jimin: [image0541.png]

[10:39 PM] Jimin: please? :)

Synopsis: You’re finally seeing Jimin tomorrow after months of amorous skype sex, but the night before he asks for a small favor.

Originally posted by jiminarmy

Pairing: Jimin x Reader // gaming au/long distance relationship

Genre: Smut, Humor

Word Count: 4k

Includes: skype sex, dirty talk

Trilogy: Until Next Time ↣ Maybe Next Time ↣ At Last

A/N: the last part will probably be called “finally” from how i feel abt this trilogy coming to an end HAHA. sorry this fic is really short btw qq i’ll try to bump it up for the next ^^

[11:29 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:30 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.

[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?

[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep

[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you

[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg

It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.

And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.

So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

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Just heard over the radio that there are no formal studies showing that fidget toys help people with ADHD focus and that they cause distractions in schools so they’re a waste of money.

Anyway I’m so pissed because these things do help (no study but every ADHD and autistic person I’ve seen with these things has said it’s a huge help) and the distractions are from NT kids whom these stim toys were NOT designed for. Obviously if you give something made for disabled people to a non-disabled person it will affect them very differently.

Imagine handing out wheelchairs to kids who can walk perfectly fine. They’re going to fool around with them because they don’t need them and to an able-bodied person they are toys. Imagine people using the able-bodied kids’ abuse of wheelchairs as “proof” theyre not necessary and banning wheelchairs at school.

Do you see why this is a problem?

Hey guys! I hit 7k followers today (thank you all so much!) so I decided to do a masterpost that some of you requested! Personally, I sometimes struggle with staying focused when I’m studying and it can get difficult to focus on your work and avoid all types of distractions. Here are some times that I find helpful when I want to be 100% focused on my study related tasks:

  • make sure your study space is as minimalist as possible: if you’re like me, you tend to have lots of pens, highlighters and sticky notes when you are studying. One of my main goals for this year is definitely to become more minimalist since I end up being distracted by the huge amount of stationery around me. Try to focus on the essentials when you are studying: a piece of paper, your textbooks, one or two coloured pens and a few highlighters. Don’t get me wrong, I looove stationery and I think it can for sure be an asset in your academic life, but sometimes it can get in the way and you’ll end up overdoing your colour coding system and wasting time in your study sessions looking at the quantity of things around you.
  • put your phone on silent mode: this is a very predictable tip but it works! Putting your phone on silent or airplane mode is the best way to make sure you won’t fall in the temptation of replying to any messages or calls for the period of time you should be focused.
  • install forest: this app is one of my favorite things ever. There are plenty of other similar apps for your phone but, in my opinion, this one is the best. With forest, you can set a timer for the amount of time you want to stay focused and while doing that, you are planting a tree. It’s so motivational because you can see a little graphic garden of all the trees you planted in the app and you also earn money to buy different species of plants. It’s a great app to make sure you stay out of your phone while your working, since your tree will die if you check any social media while it’s growing.
  • make a realistic and functional to do list: one of the best ways to make sure you stay focused during your study session is to know exactly what you have to do. If you just start studying without having specific goals you might end up feeling overwhelmed with the amount of work and that will reduce your productivity levels. Make a specific list of everything you want to accomplish during that time and stick to it. This will help you be more efficient and focused plus it will motivate you to finish all the work you want to do!

I hope you found these tips helpful!


Clingy (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: hello! love your blog! can i have a jughead x reader fic where the reader and jughead are dating and she overheard him telling someone (maybe like archie or betty) that she’s clingy and so she distances herself from him? lol idk if that makes sense but if you could write it that would be amazing! thank you!!!!

A/N: I love this prompt so much. I had so many different storylines come to mind but hopefully you enjoy this one! Requests are Welcome!!


– Clingy (Jughead x Reader) –

You were walking towards your locker when you saw them.

Jughead and Archie talking by Jug’s locker.

Your heart skips a beat when you see that he’s wearing your favorite sweater of his. The soft green one that goes oh so well with his eyes.

Stop at your locker then go say hi to your boyfriend and his best friend. Routine. Like clockwork. Only today is when things change.

Opening your locker, you hear Jug say something sounding like your name. Thinking he saw you, you move your head a little to smile at him only to find him and Archie frowning at each other. That’s weird.

You pull out your English book and shut your locker, shrugging it off.

As you start to get closer, you hear him.

“I don’t know Arch. Is she clingy? Are all girls like that?” He sighs and digs around his locker for his science book.

Were you being clingy? Your heart starts to tighten in your chest. Was it making Jughead uncomfortable?

“Nah. You know (Y/N) is just a touchy person.” Archie offers him a smile. Neither of them saw you standing in the hall by the water fountain.

Archie says something quieter so you couldn’t hear but Jughead responds.

“I know. we spend every day together. We do everything together. Sometimes I feel like she’s always there. I can’t concentrate on anything half the time. She’s a huge distraction.” He shuts his locker and turns to Arch.

Archie nods and pats his back, saying something else but you already turned to leave.

Feeling hurt, you decide not to stop and say hi to them. It would be too clingy.

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anonymous asked:

“yes, i know this is a bar but you’re a rlly hot bartender and i panicked and said “cHOCOLATE MILK” when you asked me what i wanted to drink, now i just want to crawl away and hide forever” au? :")

Phichit stands up for five seconds.

(Five seconds.)

(And everything goes wrong.)

It doesn’t start when the bartender speaks, no, it starts when he turns around. His hair is silver, which had been distracting enough when it hadn’t been paired with that jawline, those sparkling blue eyes, the smirk that is directed at Yuuri and makes his toes curl involuntarily. And then, in the dim lighting of the run-down bar that Phichit had dragged them to, Yuuri watches the bartender step forward and casually lean one elbow on the counter, resting his chin on his palm.

“Can I get you anything?” he asks, and Yuuri adds his sultry voice to the list he is currently composing of deadly traits that this man possesses.

Yuuri doesn’t know much about alcohol. He drinks it, sure, but he isn’t one to head out to bars or pubs or anything of that nature on a regular basis. On the rare occasion that he does, Phichit typically orders for him.

(But Phichit stood up for five seconds, remember?)

“Do you have, um…” He glances around, desperate. A martini, he thinks. Or is that too classy? Whiskey? Beer? A margarita? No, none of it feels right, but the bartender’s eyes are poring into him and his toes are still curling in the most uncomfortable way in his too-tight dress shoes that he’d borrowed from Phichit because his are back in Japan and his palms are starting to get clammy and he unconsciously looks for Phichit who is gone, gone, and can’t be here to tell him what drink would impress the bartender, who is still staring at him because he hasn’t said a single word and—

“Chocolate milk?” Yuuri asks in a short breath.

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anonymous asked:

Klance, prompt: confessing their feelings


  • they are mutually pining
  • it’s almost tangible
  • it gives shiro anxiety so he’s like “guys. confess. please” but like individually 
  • it takes lance a little longer to realize he likes keith cuz he’s so deluded by this “rival” thing
  • keith realizes it when lance saves his life. again. and he’s like “oh shit”
  • so they both take steps to confess because for frick’s sake they can’t risk the other finding out by accident! and they need to form voltron!!!
  • lance tries with flirting. this is the only way the poor child knows how to express romantic interest
  • “baby are you a star? cuz you light up my world”
  • “…what?”
  • it’s super frustrating to everyone because keith is BLINDED with infatuation so he doesn’t understand lance is flirting but everyoNE ELSE DOES
  • keith tries to confess to lance in the middle of a battle because he’s extra™ and needs to do stupid stuff like that
  • “lance! I need to tell you something!”
  • “keith look out!” 
  • lance takes a huge hit for keith because the emo child was distracted with trying to confess and lance goes unconscious
  • everyone is in this state of panic and keith loses his mind. he attacks and attacks and attacks with his bayard until the battle is over
  • they return to their lions and keith carries lance in his lion, highkey panicking
  • lance goes into a pod and keith literally doesn’t sleep. he spends the entire time by lance praying he’ll be okay
  • lance comes out of the healing pod still unconscious
  • allura explains to the panicking paladins that he’ll wake up after sleeping for a while, because healing actually took a lot out of him
  • keith takes lance to his room and lets him sleep while keith sits next to him
  • he starts crying “this is all my fault. and now you’re unconscious and I know allura says you’ll be okay but I can’t help but worry I’ll never get to tell you-”
  • “tell me what?” from a groggy lance
  • and keith yelps and jumps away from him, face burning
  • lance stares at him like “what” and he just waits
  • keith confesses
  • lance stares for a while and keith starts to worry he screwed up until lance grabs his hand and pulls him towards him, and keith falls on top of him
  • lance confesses back
  • they kiss and laugh and the rest of the team is outside their door simultaneously sighing in relief
  • the nightmare is over!!!
  • and keith and lance become the literal grossest, most adorable couple in the galaxy

Send me a ship and a prompt!

Basics for the Wards: Reading a Chest X Ray

Chest X-rays (aka CXR) are one of the most basic imaging studies done in medicine. Almost every hospitalized patient has one and you will see hundreds of them by the time you finish med school.

But it was be super easy to get distracted by the huge glaring pathology (like a giant mass) that you miss other pathology (like a broken clavicle). So, like with reading EKGs, it’s best to have an algorithm you run through for every CXR so you don’t miss anything.

Disclaimer: Again, this is just a general introduction with some basics to help you start out on wards. There is a lot more to interpreting chest x-rays that what I mention, that is why radiologists are awesome.

First: What is the view- is it AP (front to back) or PA (back to front)? Lateral CXRs are obvious.



If the patient is able to stand, a PA view is generally preferred. AP is generally when patients are confined to the bed- also you usually cannot diagnose cardiomegaly from an AP view because the heart is almost always bigger in this view. How do you tell the difference between them? Look at the scapula- in a PA view the scapula are usually clear of the lungs, whereas in an AP view the two generally overlap. Sometimes the clavicle positioning can be a good clue too- see the differences between the two?


Second- what is the quality, because that can have a major effect on your interpretation. A good mnemonic is RIP.

- Rotation - Measure the distance of each clavicle from the spinous processes at that level, if they are equidistant then the patient is not rotated.

- Inspiration - If you can count nine posterior ribs within the lung fields before you reach the diaphragm, then there was enough inspiratory effort. Poor inspiratory effort will look like the patient has an airspace disease.
Note: Posterior ribs = more apparent, look more horizontal. Anterior ribs = less visible, 45ish degree angle towards feet

- Penetration - With flawless penetration, you should be able to see the thoracic spine through the heart.

Underpenetration= Left hemidiaphragm and left lung base will not be visible, and pulmonary markings will appear more prominent than they actually are. Ahhhh!!!!

Overpenetration= what is even happening here

OK, now you’re ready to see what is going on with the patient. I suggest the systematic approach, which has the handy mnemonic ABCDE= airway, bones, cardiac, diaphragm, everything else (lungs). I’m not going to go into all the pathology associated with everything, because that would take forever.

- Airway: Is the trachea patent and midline? Can you see the mainstem bronchi and the carina? If there is an endotracheal tube in place, make sure that it is 3-4 cm above the carina. Also check to make sure the mediastinum is not deviated or abnormally wide.

- Bones: Is anything broken or dislocated? Any lytic lesions? 

- Cardiac: How clear is the cardiac silhouette? Is the heart enlarged? What about all the vessels- the aorta, SVC, IVC, etc. 

- Diaphragm: Is the right side higher than the left but not like wayyyy too much? Are the costophrenic angles clear (if not, could be an effusion!)? 

- Everything else: NOW you can look at the lungs. Is there an infiltrate or a mass? What about pneumothorax? Also check for you friendly neighborhood gastric air bubble, it’s supposed to be below the diaphragm. 

Easy enough, right? Good luck! 

tieddown-withbattleshipchains  asked:

Helloooo Darling :) I hope I can send in a request. Something with bucky barnes where you're dating and when you work at home sometimes you're wearing glasses and bucky thinks this is totally hot. So he makes compliments and stuff all the time and then he also starts kissing you, trying you get you to have some "alone" time with him and after a while you give in and you have passionate Sex ? :) That would be lovely :) Thank you soooo much <3 *hug*

This is the last one! Smut, 18+. Bucky being a needy little shit, insulting your boss and being a huge distraction. 

Working from home when Bucky was staying over was challenging. He was a distraction, going around wearing only sweatpants, no shirt, the band of his Calvins visible over the waist of his sweats. Challenging.

There was, also, the obvious fact that Bucky had a thing for you wearing glasses, so he’d be doing everything in his power to make you pay attention to him instead of your work, complimenting you, planting lingering kisses on every patch of exposed skin he could reach. He was distracting and you needed to get those reports done.

“C’mon Doll… You need a break” He was sitting beside you on the bed, kissing your neck, his stubble tickling your skin.

You giggled at his words “Well, unlike you, James” You swatted his hand away from between your tighs “I have a regular job and a boss who is a pain in the ass and doesn’t care that my boyfriend is Captain America’s best friend”

“Your boss is an asshole” He bit your earlobe and you shudered.

“I can’t fight you on that one” You moaned when he sucked a mark on your neck “Bucky!” You tried to sound scolding but, instead, it sounded like a moan “I have work”

“Doll, can you blame me?” He had, already, placed your laptop on the floor beside the bed “I know you’re not really wearing much under this” He pulled the collar of his shirt away from your chest and took a peak down it “See? Not much. That gives me ideas”

“Ugh” You groaned in fake exasperation “Let’s do it quick and you can’t distract me anymore until I’m done, got it?”

“Got it, Doll” In a flash of movement he made you straddle his lap and kissed you, all tongue and teeth, his hands on your hips grinding you down against the very prominent bulge in his pants, a soft mewl scaping your lips. You tugged his shirt over your head  and he lifted his hips, with you still over him, and pushed his sweatpants and boxers down enough so his cock could sprang free.

You pulled your panties aside and grinded your bare pussy against his lenght, coating it in your juices and then sinking down on him, slowly and waiting for a few seconds before you started to rock your hips on top of him, arms around his neck “Fuck, Doll… You feel so good” Bucky practically growled on your ear.

You were bouncing up and down his cock, by now. Moaning his name and cursing lowly every time you slammed down on him.

Then his arms came around your waist and he moved you once again, laying you down on the bed and entering you at once, starting a punishing pace that had you on edge in so little time it was almost embarrasing, when Bucky placed your right leg over his left shoulder and started to circle your clit with his metallic fingers you were a goner, screaming his name and triggering his own realese. Hard breathing and panting were the only noises in the room until you pushed him aside and started to make your way to the bathroom on wobbly legs, his come already dripping down your leg.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asked from the bed,

“Shower and don’t you even think about coming after me” You closed the door behind you for emphasis and jeard him laugh.



● Work smart, not hard. Keep a schedule of exams so that you are able to prepare on time. Remember not everything will work for some people, so find what works for you and stick to it.

● Making notes- don’t write notes for the sake of it, be concise. Grow a habit of summarizing everything. Break down notes in to diagrams, flash cards, graphs or other pictorial representations. Summaries are great for remembering long notes/chapters.

● Teaching others- this is an excellent way of retaining what you learned. For example, you can get together in group and each person could teach one module to the rest of the group. Plus, you’ll be rewarded for helping your fellow brothers and sisters. (Remember too many people may become distracting, so try limit it to 1-2 people you know who are highly dedicated).

● Practice exam questions- This may be obvious but gets overlooked. Practice exam questions, then go to lecture notes to try and understand. This way you can filter out the non-essential stuff quicker and be more efficient with your time. Go through lecture notes, because lecturers might put similar if not the same questions they delivered in the lectures in the exams. Also, doing past papers/ exam questions helps familiarize you with the exam.

● Memorising- Look at you notes multiple times. Spider diagrams, mind maps and concept maps are great for visual learning. You can memorise it and then try re-create it.

● Breaks- Take regular breaks for revision, this helps the brain remember all the information that you’ve taken in. Try 50 minutes on, 10 minutes off.


● Start early and finish early. Wake up for Fajr and stay up till lunch. There is a lot of barakah as the Prophet (Sall Allāhu ʿalay-hi wa-sallam) said: “O Allah, bless my nation in their early mornings (i.e., what they do early in the morning).” [Ibn Majah]. So utilise the early hours for revision. It is advised to work from the morning (whether after Fajr or at 9am) to 5pm, and to take the evening off for rest and enjoyment

● Try and take the Afternoon nap (Sunnah). Any nap shouldn’t prolong such that you enter deep sleep. For example, 20-45mins, you will feel refreshed and more productive Inshaa’Allah.

● Organisation- With any goals/targets one must be organised from the start. So have a plan/timetable/diary etc. that divides your time.

● Avoid futile activities- Minimise activities such as watching TV, Netflix, social media, gossip and bad company.

● Procrastination- Constantly remind yourself of the end goal and make lots of Du’a to Allah to protect you from Procrastination.


● Intention – As Muslims it is vital to have a noble intention behind our studies e.g. doctor – to save lives; an engineer – to build things that will benefit people etc. These will benefit us not only in the Dunya (world) but also in our Akhirah (Hereafter) insha Allah (If Allah wills).

● ‘Struggle now, enjoy later’ – put yourself in this mindset throughout i.e. in the short term you will work at Uni/library then relax at home; in the medium term you will work until exams and then relax in the summer; in the long term you will work until Uni finishes and do well in your chosen career.

● Company – Surround yourself with highly motivated and hardworking people. Being around aspirational people can help you in the right frame of mind and help prevent you from procrastinating

● Avoid regret – One of the worst things in life is regret, and something that happens to us a lot. Put yourself in the mindset that if you don’t work hard now, then you will regret it later.

● Fight procrastination – “Never do tomorrow, what you can do today, procrastination is the thief of time”. Something of an epidemic amongst students is to procrastinate, but fight the urge and make a start to get the ball rolling and remove the ‘I’ll do it tomorrow’ mentality.

● By yourself – Realise that you have to work hard for the simple fact that you are the one who will be sitting in that exam hall doing the exam, no one else will be writing for you, so prepare as much as you can.


● Plan around Salaah (Prayer) – It is very important to plan your revision around the five daily prayers and use these as breaks, they are an obligation upon us set by Allah, imagine seeking success in exams whilst not fulfilling the obligation that is a backbone to ultimate success.

● Qur’an – set aside some time (15 to 30 minutes) to recite and contemplate on the Qur’an, not only is this a break from revision but also, by the permission of Allah, puts barakah (blessings) in your time so efficiency will increase

● Make plenty of Du’a (supplication) - Without Allah’s aid you have nothing. You can have all the knowledge memorised but then you arrive at your exam and with a click of a finger it’s gone. Ask for His aid often.

● Morning and Evening Adhkaar (remembrance) – Fajr until sunrise (Morning Adhkaar), and Asr to Maghrib (Evening Adhkaar), try to keep up with remembering Allah in these times and read the Adhkaar which are Du’as that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) read. The Adhkaar can be found in the Fortress of the Muslim (a pocket sized book that many may have, can be bought cheap from Islamic book stores)

● Intention – As Muslims it is vital to have a noble intention behind our studies e.g. doctor – to save lives; an engineer – to build things that will benefit people etc. These will benefit us not only in the Dunya (world) but also in our Akhirah (Hereafter) insha Allah (If Allah wills).


● Diet - During long days of revision it becomes very tempting to just each junk. Heavy fatty food makes not just your body sluggish but your mind too. Have healthy lunches and also have good snacks such as nuts, fruits and plenty of water.

● Speeding up videos – When watching videos, lectures, seminars etc. on Q-Review, Moodle, YouTube and so on, it is helpful to increase the speed to 1.5x or 2x so you can save time as well as absorb information quicker

● Someone to monitor you – If you find it difficult to discipline yourself then you may want to get someone like a family member to ‘monitor’ you by controlling your reward and punishment. For example, your parents could hold your PlayStation controller, if you complete a good amount of revision or fail to, then they can allow you to play or prevent you, respectively.

● Distractions – Smart phones can be a major distraction so battle this by giving your phone to a family member or friend while you revise; or switch it off completely and leave it on the other side of the room; or download on app called ‘Forest’ which prevents you from going on your phone and if you do then your virtual tree begins to die, if you leave your phone untouched for the time limit set then you get points and may be able to get a real tree planted somewhere in the world; or some brothers have even gone to the extent of getting an old ‘brick’ phone as their primary phone, they say that productivity has improved hugely.
Also try to cut down on other distractions such as video games and TV shows, it may be tough to stop completely so limit it e.g. normally if you watch 4 episodes of a TV show a day, then reduce it to 1 episode a day.

May Allah grant all of us success in this life and more importantly, in the Hereafter, Ameen!

Maybe Next Time // Preview

the continuation of until next time ,’:^)

the fic where jimin gets too horny despite you flying to see him the next day

it has been a while since the first part, so i’m busting this out! probably after my sugar daddy jimin, or after? who knows, my thirst is fluctuating atm

Genre: Smut // Pairing: Jimin x Reader — gaming au + skype sex

[11:29 PM] Jimin: is requesting a video call…

[11:30 PM] You: missed a video call from Jimin.

Three months have passed since the accidental encounter with Park Jimin, your cyber fuck buddy. You would have never guessed that a random stranger from a dumb online game would grow the slightest ounce of significance in your life; then again, perhaps you just got lucky.

[11:30 PM] Jimin: wtf are you doing, don’t you want to see my face?

[11:32 PM] You: We have thirty minutes till midnight and i want to sleep

[11:32 PM] Jimin: well i just want to see you

[11:33 PM] You: ur literally seeing me tomorrow. leave me alone omfg

It isn’t a lie that you are going to hop on a short plane ride to see him in person after viewing his face through a small screen for months. Honestly, the few months of phone sex and dirty texts lost their excitement and thrill. So, like every time before, Jimin pressed on the fact that you should see him.

And after giving the same response of “no” for a while, you finally comply and the long awaited day is less than 24 hours away.

So why the fuck is he requesting to video call as if that day is never arriving?

[11:37 PM] Jimin: please, i’m kind of horny rn :)

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how embarrassing

for day 28 of @snowbaz-feda

word count: 820

Simon feels anxious because he’s at a huge magical event, but Baz unknowingly distracts him.

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Simon and I are sitting in a pew and waiting for the world’s trashiest wedding to start, but he can’t sit still. I’ve tried asking him what was wrong, but he’s not talking. Which means I have nothing to do except look at the familiar faces of every other mage in attendance. They invited the entire magical community, which must have cost a fortune, and the wedding is an aesthetic mess. Its so atrocious that I feel embarrassed to even be associated with it.


Nearly every person near me went to Watford. I only vaguely recall the couple who is getting married, but they remembered me well enough to send an invitation. Baz’s father said that this is a society event, and I decided to attend to eat some free cake.

I want to leave, but I promised myself I would stay.

I can’t sit still. Why hasn’t it started yet?

I feel the hum of everyone’s magic around me, and its a constant reminder that I’m not one of them. Not really. Do they know I don’t have magic anymore? Would they take back my invite if they knew?  

Baz sits next to me, whispering critiques in my ear, but his tone suggests that he’s enjoying himself.

“Are those carnations? Crowley.”

The red wings on my back feel like a neon sign. I left them exposed because I wanted to attend as myself – a Normal, with a boyfriend, wings, and a tail. It was easy to be brave before I came here, but I don’t feel brave anymore. I feel like an impostor. I feel like I’m lying. I’m not magic, and I’m not part of this community.

“I could have picked better flowers while walking here, and it’s January.”

I could ask Baz to spell my wings invisible; he’s become pretty good at the spell.

“There’s too many balloons. If you’re older than five, you’re not allowed balloons.”

No, I told myself I would come here as myself. Invisible wings wont change anything. I can do this.

“Snow, our wedding will be much better than this,” Baz mutters.


Fuck. Two lovely blue eyes now gape at me in horror.

Dating Simon for a year has been great. Charmed. A year of bliss that I wouldn’t trade for anything. Except that it was easier to keep my mouth shut a year ago. I’m eight years ahead of him with my crazy thoughts.

I gather the last shreds of my dignity and sneer. “We wouldn’t marry anytime soon, obviously.”

His eyes grow wider.

“You have a time table?” he asks, and I drop the sneer because I have absolutely no dignity left.


Baz slumps in the pew and I strain to hear him say, “Well, you don’t have to agree to it, of course.”

I’m surprised that someone would think about marrying me, especially Baz, who knows how much of me is missing. I really want to know what is in his head.

“Tell me about our wedding,” I say, matching his posture to be on his level.

He quiet for a long while. Sometimes Baz takes awhile to plan what he wants to say, but other times he closes up completely. I don’t know which type of silence he’s having now.


I wish I knew a teleportation spell. Or time travel. Can embarrassment kill vampires? Simon is being quiet. so I can’t change the topic. I have to say something. 

I say, “We’d have cherry scones, of course.”

Simon laughs, a watery exhale. When I look at him, I see tears in his eyes. Those tears keep me talking.

“The ceremony would be at night and in the winter, and preferably it’s snowing. To represent our names.”

“You’d freeze,” he says.

“Not with the suits I have in mind.” I tell him about these truly be spectacular suits I found online, and some details that Trixie told me about the uses of pixie magic in such events. I can’t believe he’s listening to my insane ideas. I’m now aware that I’ve said far too much and abruptly shut my mouth.

There’s a beat of silence. Enough of a pause to reconsider teleportation spells.

Simon breaks it by gently asking, “You’re being real? You actually want to marry me?”

He bites his lips, fidgety and shy, and I’d marry him now if this room wasn’t so horrendous. “I’m fond of you, Snow.”

“But marriage. I’d be part of your family. You dad would be my father in law…”

I’m reminded that I don’t even know Simon’s birthday, let alone who he is related to. He was adopted by The Mage but still lived in homes. Marriage means a lot to Simon. I tell him, “I’d do all that with you, if you wanted.”

Music starts to play, and the bridal party queues down the aisle. Their dresses are more horrendous than I imagined. 

Simon whispers, “Are we engaged?”

“Crowley, no. I’d get you a ring. Snow, when I propose, you’d know it was happening. You wouldn’t have to ask.”

Black Sheep

Requested. (twice)
Who: Jughead Jones
Quote: I’m okay with your history, it made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.


Jughead turned around to see [Y/N] leaning against the entrance to her front door. Turning back around to look at the street, he murmured out, “Hey.” 

“You’re not getting cold feet now, are you?” She joked. Closing the door behind her, she brushed up against him. Moving his arm around her shoulder, she nestled into his side.

Jughead tried to laugh but it came out more as a scoff. 

Frowning, she ducked out from underneath his arm and faced him. She gently grabbed his chin and brought it where he was looking into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” 

Moving his face out from her hand, he shook his head, “Nothing.” Shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, he went to turn, “Let’s go back inside.” 

“No,” she firmly responded. Reaching out to grab his arm, she pulled him back. “Jug, if you’re not comfortable eating dinner with my family, I understand.” [Y/N] desperately wanted her parents to meet the boy that had her so distracted it was unreal. Jughead became a huge part of her life and wanted them to fall in love with him like she had. 

Jughead shook his head, feeling slightly guilty that he had put that thought in her head. Granted, he was nervous but he was also intrigued to meet the only family in all of Riverdale who weren’t afraid to stand up to the Blossoms. But, it was exactly that reason that he was feeling intimidated. Standing on [Y/N]’s decked out front porch was terrifying. The [Y/L/N]’s rivaled the net worth of the Blossom’s, it was just the [Y/L/N]’s used their money for charitable ways versus to make a statement. 

“It’s not that, [Y/N].” He mumbled. 

“Then what is it?” She asked, her hand never left his arm as she squeezed it gently. “We promised to always be honest with each other, remember?” 

Nodding, he frowned slightly. “It’s, uh, you’re a [Y/L/N], [Y/N]. And I’m…me. The kid who lived in a drive-in movie theater and then being the burden by living with his best friend because his home life sucked so bad that his mother moved out with his sister and his father ended up becoming the ringleader of the Southside Serpents-”

[Y/N] cut him off, shaking her head and shushing him. Her hands reached up to cup his face. Her eyes glossing over, she hated that Jughead saw himself in this negative light. “Jughead.” 

His hands reached up to pull hers away from him, holding them tightly, he looked down. “I’ve got such a messed up history, I don’t want to ruin you.” 

Ruin me?” [Y/N] scoffed a little, smiling lightly. “Have you seen me, Jug? Yeah, I’m a [Y/L/N] but compare me to my sisters and brother. I’m like the black sheep compared to them. For years, I walked around with my head down and mouth closed because I wasn’t like them. And then I met you, Jughead. You awakened a part of me that I didn’t even know existed.” Kissing his cheek lightly, she smiled again. “I’m okay with your history, it made you who you are. And I happen to be in love with who you are.” 

Jughead was taken back, “In love?” 

Nodding, “Yes, Juggie. In love!” Chuckling, she kissed his lips. “Are my parents weary because you have ties to the Southside Serpents, yeah but who wouldn’t be.” Caressing his cheek, she sighed in content. “Unlike the Blossoms, my family lets you prove your worth and Jug, you’re going to convince them the second they meet you.” 

“Yeah until The Blossoms use our relationship against them.” Waving his hands in irritation, “The [Y/L/N]’s taking in the problem child of Riverdale.” 

“Forsythe.” [Y/N] warned. Letting her eyes softening, she linked her arms through his. “One thing you should know about my family is that despite how different I am, they love me and will always stand by me. I have never been convinced otherwise. They know how much you mean to me.” Stopping right before they walked through the front door, she pressed a smile. “Which also means that you mean something to them. And they’ll be damned if The Blossoms will try to make you out to be a charity case. They’ll have your back forever, Jug.” 

Reaching up, she pulled Jughead in for a deep kiss. Pouring the exact emotion she spoke to him through her lips and onto his. “They’ll love you just as much as I do.” She mumbled against him before kissing him again.

You Know Better - Part 22 - Connections

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Story Description: Peter and the reader develop a slow relationship. 

Part Description: You find out what was important enough to cause the interruption.

Warnings/Labels: Language, Sexual Frustration, Boring Plot Stuff

Approx. Word Count: 3,500

A/N: I’m sorry this is so, so late. I’ve had so much going on and a giant brick wall of writer’s block. This is a lot of “plot moving forward” stuff, but I hope it’s still keeping you interested.

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A/N: i need to stop taking breaks from writing bsvseudhgdhskendb

#19: “You’re satan.”

word count: 202
warnings: nope

You’re trying to study, yet failing miserably. George is sitting across from you, making eyes at you, being an awfully huge distraction. “Can you please stop?” you whine, resting your cheek in your palm.

He mimics you in a playfully mocking tone, “Can you please stop?” You shoot him a glare, indicating that you’re not joking around. “Oh, c'mon, Y/N! You’re doing just fine in history of magic!”

“Yeah,” you frown. “because I study; which you’re currently keeping me from doing.”

He gives you a very innocent look. “I’m not doing anything, though!”

“You know damn well what you’re doing.” You cross your arms.

He stands up and for a moment you think he’s leaving, letting you focus. However, he seems to be doing the exact opposite. He comes up behind you, letting his hands trail down your arms, unfolding them. His fingers tangle in yours. “You’re so pretty when you’re angry,” George sighs, letting his head droop onto your shoulder, giving your cheek a peck.

“You’re satan,” you counter, yet you can’t resist turning your head to kiss him.

“Ready for a break?” he mumbles against your lips with a chuckle.

You giggle and exhale softly, “Just a little one.”