desk mates

a honest study guide

As I am usually a straight A student, I thought I’d share some of my favourite study “hacks”, but be warned: i will not be gentle with you. I am going to tell you the brutal truth about getting great marks, because it is no use sugarcoating the fact that school is actually super hard work! 

discipline beats motivation

to be honest no matter how perfect your/any studyblr might be, looking at a blog will unfortunately never ever motivate you to study as hard as you will have to to get an A. Studyblrs may inspire you, but the one thing which will really get you studying is discipline. So, as cruel as it may sound, force yourself to be productive and you will get some serious work done.

Originally posted by prettylittleworldoflies

have no social life

… at least on some days. if you find it difficult to fit your studies into your social life, try reversing the whole thing. Don’t make plans with your friends on days during which you want/need to study. This definitely isn’t fun, I know, but for me, I often find it difficult to get work done when I have plans later that day as firstly, getting a certain amount of work done within a strict time limit stresses me out and secondly, you should definitely use all the time you can get - especially shortly before the upcoming exam.

Originally posted by geeky-ness

all-nighters equal bad time management

truth be told good students normally won’t have to pull all nighters as sleep is very important for not only your concentration but also for your health. To make sure that you get enough rest you should start studying as early as possible, for me that is normally one week before the particular exam, and plan what you will do on which day without trying to fit everything into the last minute. That will leave you relaxed, well rested and concentrated on the day of your exam.

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate

find something that keeps you going

i usually drink a lot of coffee when i am studying, because during a hard study session i need to stay focused and awake. If you don’t like coffee, you could also go for black tea or green tea or simply some fruit as it is very important to get some vitamins (or in my case caffeine) in your system to not fall asleep while working.

Originally posted by whymywriteriscrying

ask for help

whether you swap notes with your colleagues or you mail the professor some questions doesn’t matter at all. It’s only important that you accept that you probably won’t be able to do everything on your own, so find yourself a study partner, ask questions when something seems unclear to you or even get a tutor. And definitely don’t be embarrassed about asking questions! Nobody knows everything.

Originally posted by adolescencia-turbulenta

no distractions

studying is boring and you might find that music makes it a little more exciting, but often listening to music or taking a lot of breaks is only keeping you from getting work done. So suck it up and study either silently, to classical music or to relaxing noises you can find on the internet. Also try not to take too many breaks. Don’t overwork yourself, of course, but also try to stay focused for longer than 15 minutes as this will allow you to be more productive and don’t study with friends if you end up chit-chatting to each other instead of working.

Originally posted by droneandting

write everything down

even if you have a good memory, you won’t be able to remember a thing after class, so suck it up, don’t talk to your desk mate and focus on writing everything important down what the teacher says. even if you get handed enough material there will still be things which you should write down such as explanations, examples and additional information. that will help you later on to understand what you are actually studying.

Originally posted by teendotcom

you absolutely need to study

don’t ever think, no matter how much attention you’ve paid in class or how good you are at a certain subject, that you won’t have to study. there is always work to get done and if you are already good at something work on being better to excel at academics. 

Originally posted by dadgan

(i added fun gifs, because it seemed a little too harsh - good luck, babes, you are going to pass your exams) 

i hate you, i love you. (m) | 01

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you. 

Word Count: 10,389

cr.


You were seven years old when you first met Jeon Jungkook, and it was without question that you absolutely, undeniably, irrefutably, hated him.

You hated his everything, from the way kids in your class flocked to him like he was some sort of radiant sun, to the way he teased you in passing, to the way he’d stare at you out of the corner of his eye, but most of all you hated that stupidly beautiful bunny like grin that never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

You remembered the first day school started back from winter break so clearly. The teacher announced that it was time to change assigned seats. A lot of the kids whined in sadness at having to be ripped away from their friends, but you on the other hand didn’t really mind the change since you hadn’t become too close to your desk mate… that is until his name was called.

Your eyes widened as you watched the happy-go-lucky raven haired boy take the seat next to yours. A frustrated sigh left your lips as you tried to keep your sights forward and away from the brightly lit grin that was visible through your peripheral.

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Calling Your Name

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (before OotP)
Warning(s): Draco’s seriously sick
Requested: No
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“I am sorry to bother your potions class, Professor Snape, but I am in need of one of your students.” Professor McGonagall spoke from the doorway.

“I’m already missing one, why do you feel the need to take another from my class?” Snape answered with the same annoyed voice he always used. Y/N rolled her eyes as she added a few shavings of a silvery leaf into her potion.

“It’s because of the student that you’re missing. I am sorry, Professor Snape, but I need this student.” she replied sternly. “Miss Y/L/N, I need you to come with me.”

“Me?” Y/N looked up at the two professors in shock.

"Yes, take your things except for your cauldron and potion supplies. I doubt you will be back to any of your classes today.” The woman waited while Y/N packed up her things, leaving the potion for her desk mate to finish.

"Am I in trouble, Professor?” Y/N asked nervously. She hoisted her bag higher onto her shoulders as they left the classroom in the dungeons.

"No, my dear, you are not. Come with me.” Professor McGonagall smiled at the girl beside her. “You’re just needed in the hospital wing.”

Y/N was confused, but Professor McGonagall said no more about it. They soon reached the huge double doors that led to the wing and the woman opened them for the two of them to enter.

"Minerva! Did you find her?” Madam Pomfrey asked.

"I did indeed. Y/N, Madam Pomfrey will explain everything to you.” Professor McGonagall pushed the girl further into the wing slightly, then left.

"Why am I here? I’m not sick.” Y/N said. Madam Pomfrey laughed.

"Of course not, dear. You’re here to see one of my patients, Draco Malfoy.” she explained. “He’s been calling out your name in his sleep all day while he’s been feverish. I understand that you two are very good friends?”

"Yes, he’s my best friend. Can I see him?” Y/N asked.

"Of course.” The woman led her over to a bed surrounded by a curtain and opened it a bit to allow Y/N to get inside. She gasped once she saw him.

"Oh, Draco.” she murmured. He had mentioned feeling sick the day before, but she had told him to sleep. He looked awful today, his almost white hair matted and sticking to his pale face with sweat. He moaned something unintelligible in his sleep and Madam Pomfrey smiled wistfully.

"You can stay, if you’d like. His brow needs mopping and his neck and chest if he gets too hot. I don’t think he’d mind if you helped. I’ll just be right back with a bowl of water and a couple rags.”

"Yes, of course I’ll stay. Thank you for getting me.” Y/N mumbled as she sat down on the edge of his bed. He mumbled something else that sounded suspiciously like her name and she smiled. “Yes, Draco, I’m here.”

She took his hand while she waited for Madam Pomfrey to come back with the things.

Draco was breathing heavily, his hands cold and clammy. Madam Pomfrey appeared again with the bowl and a small pile of rags and handed them to Y/N. “Thank you.” she murmured.

Then she picked up a rag, dipped it in the cool water, and started dabbing his sweaty head and neck with it. She didn’t know how long she’d sat there, just tending to him and listening to his feverish ramblings, but she didn’t care how long she sat there. His fever hadn’t gone down, and Madam Pomfrey had come in to check on him and cast spells to try to break it, but it wasn’t helping.

"Y/N,” Draco mumbled a bit more coherently, and Y/N took his hand again.

"I’m here, darling.” she murmured.

"Love you, Y/N.” he mumbled again, his eyes opening for a second and closing. Y/N looked at him in shock, but continued cleaning his forehead and neck. “Y/N.”

She hardly listened anymore, focusing on getting his fever to go down. Then she fell asleep, the cold rag resting on his chest through the unbuttoned section of his pajamas, her body leaning on his side as she collapsed on the side of his bed.

She woke to someone petting her hair, and opened her eyes weakly to see Draco’s eyes staring at her.

"Draco,” she mumbled as she sat up with a smile, “you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

"Like crap.” he croaked. Y/N stretched out her hand to test his temperature on his forehead.

"No fever.” she breathed out. “You were scaring me, you know. I’ve never seen you that sick before.”

"I’m sorry.” he mumbled as he tried to sit up a bit more. “How long have you been here?”

"Since yesterday morning. You were talking, calling out for me. That’s why they called me here. If you were wondering.” Y/N murmured, fiddling with her fingers.

Draco looked at her carefully, attempting to gauge her reaction for anything strange he might have said while half-conscious.

"What else did I say?” he asked quietly.

"You said you loved me.” she finally answered. "Is that—”

“What?” he asked when she cut herself off.

"Is that true?” Draco looked at her and nodded before taking her hand.

"Yeah, yeah it is.”

Y/N smiled softly and kissed the palm of his clammy hand. “I love you too.”

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

A Way Back Home [Intro]

Requested: No

Summary: (college!au) Where you’ve been with them since pre-school, and now you’re all “grown” up, conveniently going to the same college. There’s a change in dynamic though: a constant, tension-filled loop going on with a broken friendship, but no matter what- there’s always a way back home.

Word Count: 1,026

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Warnings: Nothing (unless you’re bothered by some pre-schoolers).

[Author’s Note at the end.]

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assassin!meanie au
  • jeon wonwoo is an assassin hired to kill kim mingyu after the latter accidentally opened secret government files online whilst trying to download a funny dog video
  • wonwoo decides to follow him round for a few weeks prior to shooting him in the head, just so he can work out his movements
  • … and suddenly grows very attached
  • watches as mingyu waters the plants in his neighbour’s window boxes when theyre not looking
  • sees him stroke every dog he passes and greet them with “hello dog!!!!!!!!!!”
  • trips over inanimate objects and apologises to them whilst wonwoo cringes at how dorkily clumsy he is
  • ^realises his clumsiness is probably how he accidentally breached national security
  • wonwoo blackmails mingyu’s employer into letting him pretend to be a fellow employee so he can work next to him all day
  • mingyu immediately greets his new desk mate with “HELLOMYNAMEISKIMINGYUANDILOOKFORWARDTOWORKINGWITHYOU” and a massive grin on his face
  • and at exactly that moment wonwoo admits he really cant kill him
  • mingyu shows him his secret talent of origami making and leaves little paper cats on wonwoos desk each day with “stay hydrated!!!” “dont work too hard!!!” “eat well!!” written in sparkly gel pen
  • mingyu will also leave him coffee because “i accidentally bought 2 cups” (even tho, after following him around, wonwoo knows he doesnt drink black coffee with 2 sugars anyway)
  • wonwoo ends up walking him home each day and convinces himself he doesnt get chest pains every time mingyu waves goodbye shouting “byeee wonuuuuu” from across the street
  • tragically wonwoo realises he may or may not be slightly love w the guy hes meant to shoot
  • the night he’s meant to kill mingyu he agrees to meet him for a meal and confesses that he’s been following him around all this time just so he can kill him, but he cant
  • he expects mingyu to get mad but instead he stares at him for a few moments, laughs, and almost chokes on his spaghetti
  • hes not even mad, he just says “i thought u were going to come out as straight and i got rly frightened for a few seconds”
  • fast forward a few hours and wonwoo has to piggyback a slightly tipsy mingyu home
  • tries to place mingyu on his bed and quietly walk away but mingyu just drags him down on top of him
  • mingyu giggles drunkly as he falls asleep playing with wonwoos hair and wonwoo is suddenly very very glad he didnt kill him

The Real You

Summary: Danny doesn’t have a crush on Stiles. No way.

Notes: Another one for @inell, who wanted Stiles/Danny and “be nice to your seat partner, they might just be your future spouse!” This is an AU where nothing supernatural happened in Beacon Hills. (On AO3)


Danny always hates the start of every school year. There’s a new schedule to learn, a new locker to find, and an influx of baby-faced freshman wandering around. There are also new teachers, new classes, and most importantly, new seating assignments.

He has to stifle a groan when he discovers that his desk-mate for English is none other than Stilinski. He’s weird and awkward, and only ever seems to hang out with his one dorky friend. Danny does not need him bringing down his reputation.

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written prior to monday, so not canon compliant, but pls enjoy a pointless bartsy filler scene that takes place after the end of the episode friday!

Aaron felt like he’d run out of tears to cry as he pulled up outside the portacabin, hating how every inch of the village reminded him of Robert, reminded him of the affair, of the tentative first days of their relationship, of all the good times and laughs and sneaky kisses they’d traded at the scrapyard.

Still, it was less like Robert than their home was, less Robert than their tiny room at the pub, than their usual booth to the side of the bar (easy access for Aaron to pull them pints when it was busy) and it was less Robert than the backroom felt, the cramped living space of the pub where they figured out how to fall in love all over again.

And, well - it would be a lie to pretend as though Aaron wasn’t hoping Adam would be there, so he could talk to his best mate. He’d been hoping for one of Robert’s surprises, something sappy and romantic and oh so Robert, when he’d shook his head and said ‘maybe not tonight’ to Adam.

Maybe it made him selfish, whatever, but Aaron had wanted to spend the first night in his house with just his husband. Aaron had dreamt of the day a hundred times over in prison, thought about how they’d set out to christen every surface of the house, how they’d end up eating pizza in the boxer shorts and toasting to the start of their new life together, in their home.

It hadn’t turned out that way, had it? Aaron almost wished Robert had left him ignorant a little longer, left them make some happy memories in the Mill before he brought it all crashing down around them, but then again, that would have tainted their new beginning all the more.

He wanted to forgive Robert. He wanted to forgive Robert, and move on, and be happy, but this baby was real, it was happening, and Aaron couldn’t quite wrap his head around the idea.

Blinking back a fresh set of tears, Rebecca’s words ringing in his ears, Aaron pushed down the handle of the portacabin, grateful as he noticed Adam lounging in Robert’s desk chair.

“Mate,” Adam practically flew out of his chair, a sad expression on his face. “I heard what happened at the pub, I’m sorry.”

Aaron gave a slight shrug, unsure of what to say. Adam had been Robert, in this situation, he’d been the one who cheated - maybe he could shed some light on what to do, how to feel. “I don’t know what to do, Ad,” he admitted, sitting down in his creaky desk chair, feeling as though he was going to start screaming, and crying all at once. 

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Cheaters

My contribution to @inuyasha-valentines!! I hope all of you had an amazing day full of happiness an love.

Summary:  Everyone in the office knew Kagome and Inuyasha were having a not-so-secret affair. They weren’t EXACTLY wrong… (Not a cheating fic)

I was inspired to write this thanks to this post. It was so INUKAG that I just had to.

Already up on FF.net and AO3   :D

Before I start let me inform my lovely friends about this @kuddle-cakes @grapefruitwannabe @keichanz @vividxdreaming @purekagome @mustardyellowsunshine @stoatsandweasels @mmhinman @ryupioupiou @vixenfoxpaws @gypsin @meido-zangetsuha @little-known-artist @inukag-4ever @sakurasubinita  (and as always I know I forgot someone here ugh)

This is my gift for all of you! The amazing people that keep this fandom alive!!


Sango saw her work-friend walking towards the building they worked in. She could have been smiling and calling her to go inside with her, but this time it was not possible. Kagome, the cute, sweet, honest and decent woman that had been her desk mate and best friend from work for the last year was now walking beside him.  

Sango’s big chocolate eyes narrowed as she stared at him. He was not the drop-dead gorgeous type. Neither had he the best character or disposition—that she knew from experience. What did Kagome see in him to betray the man she had loved for more than a decade? A man that—before she met HIM—was the center of her life, along with their two sons.

Shaking her head, Sango saw them stop just before reaching the building’s door. After he whispered something into her ear and she giggled, he pulled her to the bush line until they were hidden by the myriad of green leaves. By the look on his face and the blush on her cheeks, Sango knew what they had been doing.

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Imagine falling asleep at your desk and your mate Alec helps you to bed.

Originally posted by alecxvolturi

Originally posted by boystudy

You had been working really hard on your studies. Your mate Alec fully supported you on it but there was a limit. He called enough when he caught you being up until four in the morning and insisted you went to bed immediately. This inevitably caused a lot of fights. He had recently just got off your back slightly about the whole thing, especially since you went to bed at nights. So when he entered your room to find you asleep and slumped over your papers, hand draped over the keys of your laptop.
He smiled, finding it cute but wasn’t too happy about it either. He put a cold hand on the back your neck, just above the top of your spine and rubbed his thumb into the muscles in your neck. That couldn’t be comfortable and was bound to hurt later.
You were a very heavy sleeper, especially since you began your studies.

Alec slowly lifted your head making you sit straight, your head on his stomach. He then held your head and slowly moved you to the side before stopping to make sure you wouldn’t wake up. After a moment he moved his arm under your legs and his other arm on your back and lifted you easily. He carefully placed you on the bed, covering you with a blanket and pressing a kiss to your head.

You woke up on your bed and rubbed your eyes. You didn’t remember going to bed nevemind falling asleep.
“Owww.” You groaned, your hand was cramped and sore.
“That’s what you get.” Jane said as she sat at the end of the bed.
“No, this isn’t funny it hurts.” You whined.
Jane took your hand in both of hers and kneaded her thumbs into your sore hand.
“Wow, you’re being extra nice to me today.”
“Don’t speak a word to anyone of it and you’ll see more of it.” You smiled at her and she gave you a small smile in return.
“You know, my brother doesn’t pester you to be a nuisance. He does it because he cares…He loves you.”
“I know. I guess I just get carried away.”
“He’s asked me to act the same.”
“You’re joking, I have both twins on my ass now?”
“Yes.” She said as she rubbed circles into the palm of your hand. “We care, (Y/N). If we have to be cruel to be kind, for your benefit. We’ll do it.”

The Office (3)

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: You and your desk-mate bicker

Warnings: Bucky’s still a lil perv, now into kinks.


And you did see. Bucky was the most aggravating, cocky, asshole you’d ever met. Whether it was clicking a pen excessively to stealing your lunch. Whatever it was it ended with you red with rage trying not to slap the smug little smirk off of his face. Over the month you’d been at Stark Industries, you had grown to hate the man.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/NNNN.” Bucky said and repeatedly tapped your stapler.

You clenched your teeth but didn’t remove your eyes from the screen. You could feel Bucky smirking at you as he rolled around his desk on his chair. He pushed his next to yours and stared at what you were doing. He propped his elbow on your desk and leaned against his hand.

“So I noticed you brought my favorite,” He began. “I just want to say thanks for bringing a turkey on rye with provolone. You know me so well.”

“So help me God, James, if you eat my sandwich again, I will fucking staple your balls to your desk.” You said eerily calm without looking at him.

“Ohhh, kinky.” Bucky dragged his tongue across his bottom lip.

You sighed through your nose. “Very.”

Buckys eyes widened but quickly darkened mischievously. “So Y/N likes it dirty, hm?”

“James..” You warned and flicked a glance at him.

Bucky leaned in close to your ear,“Don’t be like that, Sweetheart.”

You pushed him away by his forehead. “James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t fuck off right now I’m going to slap you!” You seethed.

Bucky couldn’t help it. “So you like to be dominant?” He waggled his eyebrows.

What he didn’t expect was that you’d actually slap him. So when he found himself staring at the wall with his cheek stinging, well, he was shocked.

“You slapped me!” He stared at you with wide eyes.

You grinned widely, “I warned you.”

“But you actually did it!” He scoffed.

“Mhm.” You hummed and giggled before turning back to the computer.

Bucky rolled away slowly before sitting quietly at his desk. When it was lunch you practically ran to the fridge and snatched your lunch before Bucky could come in. When he did he found you sitting at one of the small tables taking a triumphant bite. He took out his and made his way over to the seat across from you.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” You asked when you realized he hadn’t said a word.

“Mm? No.” Bucky said dismissively.

You stared with squinted eyes suspiciously. You set down your sandwich and leaned back. “Are you mad because I slapped you?” You asked. “Because I made sure I didn’t do it that hard, there’s not even a red mark.”

Bucky sighed and rolled his eyes dramatically. "Do you really think I’d be mad about that? It’s not like you could’ve hurt me anyways.” He said mockingly.

Ah, there was the Bucky you knew.

“Wanna try me?” You challenged.

“Sweetheart, I don’t fight ladies.” He raised an eyebrow. “Besides, I’d own you, you’d be pinned before ya knew what hit ya.”

“I think you’re scared.” You teased.

Bucky chuckled, “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Oh, it does.” You huffed and took a large bite.

Bucky just chuckled. Why didn’t he ever get as mad as you did? Even when you called him James he would brush it off. Damn, that was frustrating. Bucky was watching you with a smirk, seeing you weren’t paying attention. He saw you had eaten less than half your sandwich and, well, he was hungry. He leaned across and plucked it from your hands.

“Hey!” You jolted up. “You have your own lunch!”

”What? I told you this was my favorite.“ He grinned with a large bite already in his mouth.

You closed your eyes quickly, "That’s disgusting, James! And very rude!”

“Ah, I’m sorry.” He said sarcastically. “Well I have to get back to work now.”

You glared at him as he walked by. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too, Sweetheart.” He turned with a wink before walking out. Ugh, why were you blushing? You should NOT be blushing because of him. The rest of the day you stayed a little more quiet. Bucky just seemed to think you were mad about the sandwich. Wrong. Well… partially wrong.


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@thewinterswimmer

So this stems from two times when Jim talks about this. 

In “The Secret” - Season 2:

“Hey oh, listen, um, I told Michael on the booze cruise. It’s so stupid. Um, I told Michael that I had had a crush on you when you first started here.”

In “Launch Party” - Season 4:

Jim: Do you remember what you said to me on my first day of work, just before you walked me over to my desk?
Pam: Yeah, enjoy this moment, because you’re never going to go back to this time before you met your desk mate Dwight.

I think it’s generally accepted that both Jim and Pam started working at around the same time, but Pam started before Jim. So hence Pam would still be fairly new there when Jim joined but Pam would still be there long enough to know things like how weird Dwight was. 

Insecurities (Hobi/Reader)

Originally posted by jhope-shi

Prompt: May I request one with Hobi when the reader feels insecure about her looks and questions why he is with her when he could be with a gorgeous female idol?

Genre: fanfiction

Words: 2,354

Tags: fluff, angst


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finally

Originally posted by doyuong

◇ Finally, you think contently.

◇ Mark Lee x reader

◇ soulmate!au

◇ Have some cutie soulmate mark you adorable apples!! ♡

•••

“Tears fall like autumn leaves,

Sinking into the fertile ground.

How can I complain, when I am

Helping somebody?”

Another day, another poem. They always appeared on Mark’s arm near midday, when he was having lunch. He never noticed them, at first, because he was always too busy playing basketball with his friends. Now, even when he was dribbling the basketball towards the net, he always looked at his forearm in time for the familiar cursive to seep into his skin.

They were beautiful. They never had a set theme or style, they were all different. The only thing that was consistent was that the poet would sign all of their poems with a tiny heart, neat and small. Occasionally, Mark would write back - tiny words of encouragement that he was sure you had seen, but you never made any attempt to talk back to him. For now, the only thing he knew about you was your handwriting.

It was a Monday morning, Mark’s least favorite day of the week. It meant recovering from a long weekend full of late nights with his friends and hurrying to do homework due the next day.

He overslept and missed his first class, which gave him detention and put him in an even worse mood than usual, though his friends were informing him of the new girl who had moved into the seat beside him. Mark was forced to sit at the front, mainly because somebody (Donghyuck) decided it would be funny to make stupid noises and then blame them on Mark. Some friends he had. He wasn’t sure if he was pleased or irritated with the fact that he now had a table mate - what if she was completely horrible? He was glad he didn’t have another English class until the next day.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried,” Ten, an upperclassmen who was shorter than Mark and acted like a 10 year old half the time wonders. The boys were on their way to the cafeteria, planning to meet the rest of their friends inside. “From what I heard, she’s really cute - and quiet.”

“I don’t think Hwasa will be happy with you calling another girl cute,” Mark teases, laughing as he sees his friend roll his eyes. “Besides, I don’t care if she’s cute. She’s not her.”

Ten huffs, pushing open the red doors to the cafeteria. “You do realize that dating before you find your soulmate is normal, right?” Mark knows it’s normal, but it feels wrong. Why would he want anyone that wasn’t you?

After collecting his food, he slips into his seat next to Jaehyun, who regards him with a mouth full of kimchi stew. “I hear you’re scared of your desk mate?” He asks curiously, reaching over to Doyoung’s tray and managing to steal a piece of meat from the watchful boy. Mark glares past Jaehyun to Donghyuck, who he knows is spreading the stupid rumor of him being afraid of his desk mate.

“I’m not scared of my desk mate,” he announces loudly to the table, skillfully placing a load of rice into his mouth. “In fact, point her out to me right now. I’ll go say hi-”

Donghyuk grins mischievously, “She’s not here, Markie! Not your day, eh?” Mark deflates instantly. Of course. The one time he’s built up enough confidence to confront you and you’re not here. Where are you?

It seems as if Donghyuck knows what he’s thinking, because he shrugs. “I heard she went up to the rooftop. You gonna go say hi?” His earlier proclamation makes him wince, taking a quick glance at his tray.

“If I go say hi, I won’t have enough time to eat,” Mark sighs, though from the knowing looks on his friend’s faces, they know exactly why he won’t go and say hi.

“Why are you so set on not dating anyone until you find your soulmate?” Johnny asks, leaning forward to question the younger boy. Mark scoffs nervously, shaking his head quickly. “She could be dating someone right now, you know.”

The thought of you dating someone has Mark biting his lip to distract himself from the pang in his chest. Even the tiniest thought of you dating someone else, kissing someone else, loving someone else, has him pouting.

And it must’ve shown on his face, too, because his friends don’t bother teasing him about it for the rest of lunch. That day, there’s no poem - and he feels more worried than he should be over a person who he’s never met.

•••

The next morning, Mark has English first. He’s not sure if his body unconsciously doesn’t want him to attend class, or if he’s just tired, because he wakes up late again, getting grounded by his mom for the next week because of his tardiness - and she was being soft. Then, he gets another few days of detention for being late again. At this point, he’s irritated and tired and he really couldn’t care less about some new girl.

He enters the classroom just as the teacher begins to play a movie, some old one that they were supposed to be studying for the next few weeks. The teacher glares at him, as usual, and Donghyuck and a few of his other friends snicker at him from the back of the room. But he’s not focused on them. As much as he hated to admit it, he was focused on you.

He didn’t even know your name, not yet, at least, but he couldn’t help the light blush spreading across his cheeks as he makes his way through the room to your shared table, tucked in the corner of the room. He was thankful to not be stuck smack dab in the middle of the room - Donghyuck could see him too easily, and he’d never live this town.

He slips into his seat quietly, trying not to disturb anyone. You’re focused on the movie, notebook out and ready to take notes on the film. He takes out his own books, trying not to steal glances at you, and it’s only when he opens the notebook does he notice that he hasn’t taken anything down in the film. As much as he hates the subject, he needs to pass.

“Hey,” he whispers urgently, turning his head slightly so that the teacher can’t see him talking. “Hey - uh, can I see your notes?”

You seem startled that he’s talking to you, and you raise your eyebrows in confusion. “Hm? Oh, here you go.” Your voice is quiet, and soft, and Mark finds himself trying not to gulp nervously as he accidentally meets your beautiful eyes. He smiles thankfully instead, pulling out a pen so that he can copy down the lines upon lines of neat handwriting.

It’s only when he starts to rewrite the first line that he freezes. The looped ‘l’s, the curved ‘u’s, the tiny dash that was way too high above the ‘i’. Eyes wide, he turns the page, looking for more evidence, when he spots a short stanza that has him biting his lip nervously - and what did it end in? A tiny, miniscule heart. You write poetry, and end them with hearts, and have the exact same handwriting?

Mark suddenly thinks it will be harder to survive this whole class beside you.

•••

Meet me on the rooftop at lunch. The familiar handwriting has you cocking your head in confusion, heart beat irregular and eyebrows furrowed. Your… your soulmate is in this school? And knows who you are?

It makes you feel guilty for the way your heart sped up around the boy who sat next to you in English, but you’re sure it’s nothing compared to what you’ll feel with your soulmate.

Nerves settle in your stomach for the next few classes, and you find yourself unable to concentrate on anything, not even the most simple of maths problems or the easiest of biology questions. Tapping your fingers on your desk, your eyes settle on the clock above the teacher’s head. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

And you’re the first one out, not even giving time to the teacher to say ‘the bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do’, frantically jogging towards your locker. You don’t notice how your hands are shaking as you push your books and notebooks into your locker. Taking a deep breath, you screw your eyes shut. You’re about to meet your soulmate. You’re about to meet your soulmate.

You don’t know if you’re walking too slow or too fast, but it seems as if time has slowed as you push open the doors to the rooftop. It’s raining outside, but there’s shelter near the door, and you’re not surprised to see a figure standing underneath it. A closer look at the figure’s face makes your eyes widen in surprise.

“M-Mark?” You echo in surprise, slowly approaching him uncertainly. The boy in question smiles nervously, biting his lip as he turns fully to you.

“I… I see you got my message…?”

“_____ . ______ _____ .”

“_____,” he repeats, letting the vowels and consonants flow over his tongue. It’s silent for a second after, the only sound being the calming sound of pattering surrounding you, before his eyes widen, “Oh! I - I brought this… just - just to be sure…”

He holds up a black marker and you bite your lip. You’re sure it’s him, you want it to be him, and yet, there’s a tiny irrational place in your brain telling you that this isn’t him, that it’s too good to be true. You hold your breath as you see him pull up his sleeve, uncapping the marker and gingerly drawing a tiny heart on his forearm. Rolling up your own sleeve, you wait with bated breath for the familiar sight of flowing ink…

And there it is, the black of the marker appearing in a swirl on your skin, forming a tiny heart. What were you expecting, honestly? Mark lets out a relieved laugh from in front of you, almost disbelieving himself. You look up at him with happy eyes, flickering back and forth from his arm to yours and to his eyes. It seems the situation becomes too much for him, because in the next second, he’s lunging forward, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close to him, connecting your lips in one swift motion.

If it had been anybody else, you would’ve pulled away - but this was Mark. You react immediately, winding your arms around his neck and running a hand through his dyed hair. His lips are soft and cold from the weather surrounding you, but his arms are warm and so is his embrace. You feel your cheeks heat up from the sheer passion hidden in the kiss, only pulling away when your breath became scarce.

“I’m so glad,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against yours and screwing his eyes shut, making sure to keep you as close as possible to him. “I’m so glad that I’ve finally found you…”

“Likewise,” you find yourself murmuring gently against his lips, a smile blooming on your face as his eyes light up happily. Finally, you think contently, not caring one bit that you’ve probably missed lunch and the first few minutes of class, and definitely not caring about the chilliness outside - you only care for your soulmate, wrapped up in his arms, the warmest and most enjoyable place on earth.

Go gather your things

Originally posted by beybers

GIF not mine

Jackson Whittmore x Reader

Request :  Hiya! Can you do a Reader x Jackson Whittmore where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?

Warnings : none

     “ What’s the answer at this ?” your desk mate asked you at chemistry as he wasn’t so good at this subject but you could see him trying to understand it and you could see that he was interested in learning more not just wanting to get rid of homeworks faster so you helped him . You started to explain him how he should find the answer and he nodded as you explained to him those things .

     As you tried to explain him more the bell rung and you two flinched when you heard the loud annoying noise .

     “ Do you think we can meet up after classes so you can explain this things to me again ? I mean I’m not doing this because I want you in my bed or something like that and I don’t want to say that you are not beauty or anything else but I’m not into girls and I just need some help with this things , I promise to be there and not to be annoying or so and …” He was talking way to fast and you knew that he was nervous and scared so you decided not to let him worry abut this anymore .

     “ Hey , it’s okay . I’m going to help you . You seem very nice and I would want to have a fried like you .” Your voice shut him down and he hugged you as he was so happy about the fact that he finally made a friend and that he was going to get help at chemistry . You laughed and hugged him back before you saw Jackson looking at you two with a death glare . Your body went stiff and Roy pulled apart , he turned around to see Jackson walking to the both of you . He put a hand over your waist and pulled you in his strong body .

     “ How are you doing , babe ? Who’s your new friend ?” Jackson asked as he kissed your forehead .

     “ I’m fine . He’s Roy , my desk mate .” You affirmed and Jackson’s grip tightened around your waist .

     “ Hi ! “ Roy greeted in an anxious way . Jackson shrugged and pulled you to the door as he mumbled an “ Yes , whatever .” 


     Your day went by fast and you soon found yourself studying in the library with Roy . As you explained to him all those things you didn’t realized how fast time went by so when you finished it was already 8 PM .

     “ Fuck , fuck , fuck , fuck !” You mumbled as you saw how late it was , you was supposed to be at Jackson’s house two hours ago .

     “ Hey , what’s wrong ?” Roy asked concerned as he approached you .

     “ I was supposed to be at Jackson’s place two hours ago .” You divulged and Roy’s face went pale .

      “ I’m so sorry . I didn’t knew that you needed to be somewhere else . Just let me take you there , at the least I can do that for you after you helped me this much .” He suggested as he gathered both mine and his things .

     “ Yes , thank you , that will be great .” You affirmed and ran to the parking lot with Roy . He drove you to Jackson’s house and you kissed his cheek before you left .


     “ Where the hell have you been until now ?” Jackson started to yell in the moment when you entered in his house , you knew that there’s going to be a fight and you couldn’t stop it no matter what .

     “ I was busy Jackson , it just slipped out my mind that I need to be here by 6 .” you tried to explain yourself but Jackson was way to angry to hear what you wanted to say .

     “ You was busy ? It slipped out your mind ? What the hell are you talking about (Y/N) I can smell another guy on you so I think I know why did you forgot about our meeting .” Jackson affirmed furiously as he was standing in front of you angry and scared that he might lose you for another guy .

     “ It’s not what you think Jackson . I just helped Roy at chemistry  …”

     “ No shit ,(Y/N) . I think that I know at what type of chemistry you helped him . “ He yelled again as he interrupted you .

     “ Don’t you dare treat me this way ! I never cheated on you and I never will . I love you Jackson !” You affirmed but Jackson was so angry that he acted like he didn’t even heard that  .

     “ I can’t believe you !” He shouted as he took a step closer to you and threw one of his hands in the air . You stepped back in fear , your eyes wide , body trembling and fears painted all over your face .

     Jackson finally came to his senses , he took a step closer to you and saw how you backed away from him , scared of what he might do to you .

     “(Y/N) …” He whispered and you flinched . 

     In that very moment his heart broke . He wasn’t able to see you this scared so he ran upstairs and took a shower as he wished that he could relax after that . As the water was running down his body , Jackson started to think about how stupid he was as he didn’t listened to you and just thought that you did the worst thing that you could ever do , but he was hurt as he saw how scared you was , how you just wished that you could ran away and escape so he will won’t hurt you . He actually couldn’t believe that you thought that he will hurt you . He already dried his body and had a towel wrapped around his waist when you entered in the bathroom . He was leaning on the counter top his eyes a little bit red as a few tears escaped even if he tried to stay strong .

     “ Jackson …” You whispered as you slowly approached him and you placed a soft hand on his cheek . Jackson watched you in the eye . His face showing how hurt he was .

     “ Did you really though that I’m going to hurt you ? to hit on you ?” he asked suddenly and you looked him in the eye , you knew that it made no sense to lie so you looked at his pained expression trying not to cry as you knew that you was going to hurt her more .

     “ Yes .” you affirmed your face red as you felt ashamed .

     “ I … How could you ever think like that about me ?” he asked quietly but you didn’t knew the answer , he just looked so scary , so ready to kill someone .

     “ I’m sorry Jackson I was just terrified. I never expected for you to get this angry .” you divulged and Jackson looked at you .

     “ I think that it’s better to break up . I don’t want a girlfriend who thinks that I’m able to hurt her . Go gather your thongs , I’m driving you home when you’re done .” He demanded and you felt your heart break , you knew that his decision was final and you didn’t had a word in that but it worthed the try .

    “ Jackson , please don’t do this to us !” You pleaded but he didn’t looked at you this time .

     “ Go gather your things .” he said and you left the bathroom .

     After you took everything from his house , Jackson took you home . You waited for him to say something as he stopped in front of your porch but he didn’t even looked at you .

     He turned his face as he felt your gaze on him , you leaned in and pressed your lips to his , some tears escaping your eyes and mixing into you kiss . You pulled apart fast and took a stronger grip of you bag as you got out the car and run to your room collapsing into the bed and crying your eyes out until morning .