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I completely blame all the people I follow online for reblogging all these bendies(bends?bendys?bendies?bendieys?????) for making me draw this

This was actually based off of @ceeblathers dumb shenanigans but then it spawned the thought of “what if there was one of those obligatory eps where the mc clones themself a billion times?” which then brought around “what if there was an original soundtrack record collection?”

EDIT: Forgot to add in some extra ink spots

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“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish

It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
—  Lemony Snicket, “The Reptile Room”
Emergency Commissions - Please Help (Important) CLOSED

My family is in a very critical financial state and I don’t know if we’re able to keep our house next year which means we might not be able to afford enough food, keep going to school, or have a place to live soon (which means goodbye to drawing on a tablet). I’m also broke and don’t have enough money to afford going to college and its always been my dream to be able to go to an art school but I don’t even know if that will even happen. I also can’t get a job at the moment because I’m trying to prepare for my portfolio.

Please help spread this around, even if you can’t commission me, it’s greatly appreciated if you could reblog this. I’m so scared my family will reach the bottom end 😭

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Update: I’m going to be temporarily closing my commissions to focus on finishing school

Better off with you watching over me (Jason Todd x Reader)

A/N: Okay so I finally finished this… at uni in the library. You’re all a bad influence on me. I had a hard time figuring out how graphic to go with this so hope this is what you were looking for? Anyway, here ya go anon ;) 

You were staring outside the window again. It was dark outside. Apart from some outlines and dim lighting you didn’t see anything, you just heard the rain ticking on the window and the warmth of a blanket around you. You gritted your teeth as you were trying very hard not to think of the million things that could be going wrong with Jason right now. After his death he had become more reckless… and you were scared you weren’t going to get him back again if something… happened. You shook your head as you tried your damn best to ban those ideas out of your head. They were no good now and they never would be. It was part of the deal to grid and bear it. You grabbed your laptop and dropped yourself in his couch. Not quite as luxurious as his room at Bruce’s place, but more… anonymous somehow. It felt good to be alone together but at moments like these the place just felt desolate.

You opened your laptop and glanced at the time. 2 am. Damnit, you were lucky you didn’t have anywhere to be the next morning. Not that you wouldn’t be there if you had. You had just had one of those days where you couldn’t get him off of your mind. You sensed something was off, usually when this happened he came back more torn up than usual. You glanced over at the bandages and the disinfectant you put ready. “Jason where the hell are you even at.” You murmured. You checked some texts online, they were interesting enough but not to the extent they banned the worry that clung to you like wet clothes. You decided laying down was an option and started to dose off when you heard someone enter the door and closing it behind him. You opened your eyes. Not sure what you expected to see.

“ Jay… please tell me you’re still alive.”
“ Well, I’m technically undead.” You opened your eyes and saw him standing there in the doorway. Suprisingly, he didn’t seem too badly hurt. Some cuts and bruises at most. Nothing he wouldn’t have been able to easily fix himself. He flung his leather jacket in the general direction of a chair where It flung over the back support.
“ An ungodly hour for a booty call. What the fuck are you doing here at this time?” He asked, sounding tired and utterly done with the world in and of itself.
“ I wanted to check up on you. What happened?”
“ You’re better off not knowing.” He grunted. He looked frustrated and something you could not define as easily.
“ Bad day at work, huh?”
“ Doesn’t begin to cover it.” He walked over to you and you noticed something was really, really wrong this time. “ Jason what happened.” He sighed and sat next to you, legs spread and taking up a lot of space in the couch.
“ I stopped some jackass from killing a woman. “
“ That seems like a good thing to me.”
“ Not the first victim. And she’s alive, but in a coma. Fuck, she looked like you. Same… hair and build.“ You arched your eyebrows.
“ Did you think she was me?”
“ Of course not, I’d recognize your ass anywhere.” He grinned but it wasn’t genuine.
“ Jay.” You were pleading with him not to joke about this for once. He always did this.
“ No. But it served as a reminder. Being with you puts you in the line of fire. I made a fair share of enemies, maybe she was supposed to remind me of you. They could have found out I’m not entirely on my own. Maybe you should… steer clear for a while.” He started to take off his clothes, revealing some cuts and bruises but once again nothing he couldn’t handle himself.

“ I know for a fact you’re not self-conscious about how you look so how exactly do you intend to persuade me if you’re gonna run around shirtless?”  That earned you a smile. You followed him into the bathroom as he ran some water of the shower already. He used with hot water, and it took some time for the thing to heat up. He got under the water but you knew he could still hear you and vice versa.

“ I’m serious, y/n.”
“ About the being without me for a while… Indefinitely you mean? You’re never gonna stop being who you are, doing what you do. I ain’t going anywhere. I know the risks and the code to the gun safe.” He looked at you proudly through strands of hair stuck to his face.
“ My little rascal. No, just until I know for sure he wasn’t working for someone or a copycat.”
“ Not a chance that I’m staying away from you Jason. If I’m not around you get even more trigger-happy out there.”
“ How’d you know?”
“ I just do.”

He didn’t even try to contend your statement. This wasn’t a first, but last time you had a massive fight over it. He seemed almost too calm now, concerned rather than pissed off because you wouldn’t listen to his suggestion of steering clear from him. Like he didn’t expect anything else from you at this point. You decided to just let him shower and looked at him. Damn, he looked good, almost unreal. The most attractive zombie you’d ever seen. When he was drying off he looked at you again, with the torn expression he had before.  
You walked over to him and noticed he kept his hands off of you, not even pulling you into a hug. Considering just how physical he usually was, you couldn’t see that as a good sign.
“ Jason, mind telling me why you’re not even touching me?” No response. “Hey, look at me. You’re not going to lose me. I’d crawl my way out of the grave to be with you too”
He looked at you with a sense of guilt in his eyes somehow. “ You might not get so lucky.”

You clung to him, head on his still on his bare chest, and felt his hands slip around you as well. He pulled you close, first carefully as if you’d break then the way you were used to. Old habits die hard.  

“ I’d lose my goddamn mind without you. “ he practically whispered against your hair.
“ I’m afraid you’re beyond that point anyway Jay. “ The fact that he didn’t come up with a quip to counter yours showed just how haunted he was by the thought of losing you. When you backed up a little you noticed the trail a tear left on his cheek. Jason didn’t do bawling, barely did crying, so that meant that it got to him. Damnit.

“ You’d save or avenge me.” He cringed at the word avenge, thinking of what that implied.
“ I love you. I’d rather not have to avenge you.” He said, in a surprisingly clear voice.
“ I know. But I’m dating you of all people. They’d only come after me if they had a death wish.”
“ Some of ‘em do. Hell, most of them do. What have I got to fucking offer you anyway? You’ve got a life, I’m spending my nights hunting monsters down. And I can’t get the damn image of that woman out of my head, but then as you. “
“ Then we have to replace it with another image. Of a very, very alive and safe me.”
You grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed while unzipping your cardigan.  At first he seemed frozen in place but he caved quickly when he saw the look in your eyes, that you weren’t just doing this in an attempt to make him feel less like shit.

Before you knew it he had helped you out of the rest of your clothes as well and you ended up underneath the sheets. His touch, his body felt warm against your skin, that hadn’t changed since the Lazarus pit. He was still hot-blooded in personality and sheer body heat. And you still reveled in both. His kisses were greedy, desperate, like this was the last chance he’d ever get to be with you. You pushed him away but he started kissing your neck.
“ Jay, not that I’m complaining but…” “ Shhh, unless you’re about to tell me what you want just stop thinking.”  He found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.
“ Fuck you’re good at this.”
“ You’re still looking at me as if you’re saying goodbye somehow. Like you’re trying to get the image of me in your head.” By now you could read the man like a book.
He wanted to get back to your neck but you shoved him off of you and got on top of him.
“ Jay, I’m not going anywhere. And I’m gonna be in more harm’s way if I try to track you down after you decided to move. And we both know I’ll do it. I won’t deal with you being stripped from my life again.” He sighed, still staring at you. He felt his way up from your tighs to your side to your breasts where he lingered before moving to your arms and shoulders when you leaned forward a little, supporting on your arms. You couldn’t help but lean in to his touch. Didn’t help your resistance that he looked at you with a look of amazement in his eyes. As if he couldn’t believe you were even real.
“ You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. “


“ Flattery isn’t gonna get you off the hook, Jason. Promise me you won’t leave.”
He gritted his teeth, looking you in the eyes again. He pushed your arms from under you, landing your upper body on top of him. “ You really gotta learn to shut up from time to time.” He knotted his fingers in your hair and and kissed you, deepening the kiss and making you get lost in it again. He gently put you on your back again and caressed your body and traced butterfly kisses from your collar bone down to your stomach where he lingered for a little while.
When he wasn’t kissing you somewhere the sense of panic of him leaving crept up on you again.
“ ‘C mon Jason. I’m better off with you watching over me.”
He tried to get lower but you put stopped him with your knees, he looked at you with amusement.
“ Babe, we both know you can’t stop me.”
“ We both you know you wouldn’t do anything if I didn’t want you to.” He sighed.
“ I’m just trying to keep you alive.”
“ Then stay. Promise me. “ He got off of you and rolled over to his side of the bed.
“ Can’t.”
You sighed. “You get a week, I’ll work from here for the time being. This place is surprisingly well secured and I got taught how to use a gun by you. I’ll wear a bulletproof vest whenever you’re away. And then we drop this. Deal?” He ran his hand through his still wet hair, seeming to convince himself to go. You put your hand on his abdomen and kissed him, up his body, properly, not lightly.
“ Besides…” You got to his lips and pressed your body against his as well as you could. “ How long can you really go without this? ”
“ Fucking hell, fine.” He grabbed you from the back of your head and kissed you greedily again, this time just with the familiar fire that seemed to be running through his veins. He grabbed a condom and got on top of you again. “ If you want me to I can first…”
“ No. I’ve waited long enough.” He grinned and placed the palm of his hand on your chest while he went down on you. After he had you gasping for air almost making you come, you managed to bring out “ You’re fucking evil Jason.”
“ No, but I am about to…” He got in you. “ fuck you though.”
Smooth.”
“ Always.” He kissed you again, hard, and as you felt him moving with you. After you came together, he whispered in your ear. “ I love you. So much it hurts to know how much danger it puts you in.”
You kissed his shoulder.
“ Imagine what it’s like being me then. At least I’m not hunting down the scum of the earth.”
“ Just Gotham.”
“ Cause that’s reassuring.”
He laughed, and you could tell he wasn’t faking it. “ You’re glorious. In every way. Looks, personality,.. what the fuck did I ever do to get you?”
“ Come back from the dead? I mean, I seem to have a thing for zombies? “
“ Really, got a history do you?”
“ Nooo… just one. But hey, when you got your hands on the hot one.” He brushed some hair out of your face.
“ I adore you.”
“ Likewise. “
He seemed happy again, demons driven away. At least for a while. But regardless of whether he wanted you to or not; you would be there to do so whenever he needed you to.
Because you needed nights like these at least as much.

anonymous asked:

If your up for a challenge what about RFA + V + Saeran reactions to finding out for the first time an MC who sleeps with no clothes on. Some people just do it okay #noshame

Well, anon…this was indeed a challenge. This was more crack (no pun intended) than anything because we don’t do NSFW, but….um, yeah. Hope you get a good laugh!


Zen:

  • He’s really embarrassed, not gonna lie
  • He doesn’t touch you when you’re sleeping
  • He’s scared he’s gonna end up ripping the sheet off and expose you wrongly
  • He covers his eyes when you wake up in the morning and get ready

Yoosung:

  • He’s literally wearing a blindfold
  • And he’s still blushing
  • So flustered…all the time…
  • He never lets you get up–even for water
  • He’ll get it for you, with his blindfold still on
  • Makes such a mess

Jaehee:

  • She never even felt comfortable changing in girls’ locker rooms
  • She looks just at your face
  • Literally nowhere else…she’s so stiff
  • In the morning, she throws clothes at your face

Jumin:

  • He didn’t understand why…
  • He thought you just didn’t like your pajamas
  • He tried to offer you all different kinds
  • He even turned the temperature all the way down, just in case it was because you were too warm
  • But yet you still slept that way
  • He still tries to find a reason behind it

Seven:

  • He accidentally found out when you blanket slipped off your side one night
  • He tried to look away and leave the room, but ended up falling over all his mess
  • When you wake up, you’re covered in like fifty blankets
  • He’s covered in bruises from his little escapade to keep your privacy

Saeran:

  • He’s so mad
  • You don’t why he’s so mad at your choices, but he is
  • “Do you normally just sleep naked on people’s couches or something?”
  • “…I do own pajamas.”
  • “WELL WEAR THEM.”

V:

  • He can’t see, so he doesn’t know
  • He tried to tap your shoulder and he didn’t feel any cloth
  • “Oh no! Did I assault you? I’m so sorry!”
  • You have to calm him down and explain
  • “Oh….I have…shirts if you need them?”
  • He’s too sweet to refuse 

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And that’s the concept art for my Merman/maid Yuuri ( ´♡ ` ) (the tail is a little too short because the paper sheet ended there xD) 
The colored version was requested by anon, which is not really good buut now you know the colors.
I would like to change the form and the colors but because i was drawing the first part without a second thought, it became simple…at least i added some glitter xD

Daddy Devil  { Dominance }

<– [Prologue] | [Submission] –>

Words: 5,630

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU

Warnings: Daddy kink, bondage, bdsm, etc.

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIM NAMJOONNNNNNNNNN!!! Love of my life, seriously. I have some many feels towards this man, ahhhhh

Anyway! Please enjoy this story! I’m not sure if there will be more following this, but if there is, I’ll be writing it at my own pace, whenever I feel like it, so ^^ fair warning~

In the meantime, please enjoy! It’s been a while since I posted the prologue, so if you need a refresher, or haven’t read it, I suggest you go and do that~ <3


You’re too tipsy to deal with anyone else tonight. Dragging your friend’s home from the bar had been trouble enough—especially when multiple male demons had paused you along your route to flirt and offer companionship for the night. Somehow you’d managed to convince them to turn down the strange offers, and had finally managed to shove them through the front door of their apartment building. You hadn’t even bothered walking them up to their floor, too fed up and tired and horny (you blame it on the alcohol) to even think about wasting another second on their drunken asses.

Managing to hurriedly walk home to your own apartment, you tumble inside and lock the door behind you. Third level rarely has many crimes, but you can never be too safe—especially when the residents of each level are allowed to travel freely…for the most part.

Dragging yourself through the tiny kitchen of your studio style flat, you pad into the main area and pull your tight fitting shirt over your head, shivering as the soft fabric brushes over perky nipples. Despite your minds weak protests, you’d decided to be a little…adventurous in your evening out, and had ventured around town without a bra. It excited you—like your own little secret…unless someone was sharp enough to notice, but at that point they’d earned the treat of knowing anyways.

Sighing blissfully, you sensually coast your hands across your chest, gripping the soft mounds. The artificially made moonlight illuminates every inch of your body, but on the third story of the building with no one else around, you can’t be bothered to draw the curtains, far too occupied by the way your vagina aches for more with each tug of your nipples between your fingers.

Head lolling back, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks, you continue to pleasure yourself, crafting an imaginary scene behind your eyelids to aid the growing pool of heat between your legs. Immediately, like all the other times, a tall, dark figure comes to mind. You can’t see the face of the man, but his body is sinful—his hands possessive as he grabs at you. You imagine him feasting on your breasts—all tongue and teeth—his vocabulary sinful as he stakes his claim, making you his.

“Fuck…,” you breathe hotly, your panties becoming soaked, and you hurry to undress yourself. Looping your thumbs under the band of your pants and also your panties, you tug them down in one fell swoop, kicking them from around your ankles and tossing yourself onto your bed.

One of your hands coasts down the expanse of your chest and stomach, migrating between your thighs. Your wetness immediately covers your fingers as you pull apart your folds, clit throbbing with anticipation.

Digging your heels into the messy sheets, you arch upward, a wanton gasp leaving your lips the second your fingers touch your most sensitive bud. Rubbing the swollen area slowly, you dip your digits down towards your opening, coating yourself in your wetness.

However, before you get the chance to touch your clit and pleasure yourself to your release, you’re interrupted. There’s a tap at your balcony window, and your eyes shoot open, blood running cold when you see a man sitting there, smirk on his face.

And not just any man…its Jungkook.

“Yah!” you screech at him as he innocently tugs at the glass door wall, happiness apparent on his features when he finds that it’s not locks. Sliding it open, clearly not caring of your state of undress or the fact that you’re bounding to your feet, haphazardly wrapping the white bed sheet around yourself, Jungkook steps inside.

“Maybe I should hang around your apartment more often,” he comments teasingly as he glances you up and down, and you scowl, knowing that he can tell how red your face has turned.

For the most part, you’re unfamiliar with Jungkook, but you know him. Everyone does. And for the most part, in return, he knows everyone. It’s his job to keep track of third level residents, after all, so he’d made a point to become acquainted with everyone. So, in the most basic sense, you know him. You’d encountered him maybe about a dozen time during your stay, and none had been unpleasant—in fact, you’d actually sort of taken a liking to his fun yet somewhat shy personality. But now—with him approaching you slowly, hidden intent marking his gaze—you’re wondering where that dash of shyness went, and if you’d ever known him at all.

“Y/N,” he beckons, voice calm. Jungkook extends his hand towards you, and your heart thrums, fingers twitching at your side because even though you have no goddamn clue as to why he’s here, he’s…tempting.

But you hold your ground, not giving in, your eyes narrowing at him.

“Why are you here?”

Jungkook grins and rolls his eyes. “You ask too many questions.”

Before you can blink, Jungkook is suddenly chest-to-chest with you, your nipples poking through the sheet and pressing into his sculpted chest.

“Hey–!” you begin to protest—because that’s the first damn question you’ve asked!—but Jungkook silences you with his lips, his tongue lapping up your surprised gasp and contented moan. Sadly, your contentment doesn’t last long—shattering the moment Jungkook grabs the end of the sheet you’re using to shield yourself and tugs—hard.

His strength obviously inhuman, you’re sent spinning and are only saved from sure disaster to yourself and your apartment by the fact that Jungkook grabs you—his hands steady on your waist as he waits for your head to stop spinning.

“You asshole!” is the first thing you cry, pounding your fist against his chest, knowing that he probably doesn’t even feel it. Having the balls to laugh at your futile efforts to detach yourself from him, Jungkook slips his hands down your sides—causing you to shiver—and grips each of your ass cheeks. He then proceeds to lift you up, leaning backwards so your chest is pressed flush to his, and without warning launches backwards and flies from your apartment window.

“Jungkook!” you scream, goosebumps prickling your skin as the night air rushes over you. Down below you can see buildings and a few scarce people in the late hours of the night, but that doesn’t fix your embarrassment in the least. Jungkook—the goddamn little shit of a guardian—is holding you by your ass, naked, and flying you over the entire damn city.

“Yes?” he finally responds, humor in his voice, and you match his gaze, eyes ablaze.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you hiss in a harsh whisper, not wanting to be seen or heard, dear god. “Put me down this instant!”

“Yeah?” he grins, licking his lips, and all of the sudden his grip on your ass disappears. You startle, eyes going wide as you fall away from him.

“Wai–!”

Before you can even finish there’s a strong hand on your ankle, and you squeal as you flip upside down, hair falling down towards the fading city below.

Jungkook!” you scream, attempting to clench your legs together, but it seems Jungkook has already gotten a perfect eyeful of your attributes, his teasing gaze now filled with undeniable hunger.

“I’m jealous,” he says, flipping you with ease, cradling you in his arms as if you’re a princess. “But He’s already asked for you, so I can’t lay my claim.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?

“What? Who asked for me? What the fuck is going on, Jungkook. You literally just came into my home and stole me away—while I was naked, mind you, which is unkind—to me and everyone, considering no one needs to see what it is I’ve got going on.”

Jungkook snorts a laugh. “What you’ve got going on, Y/N, is something I wish I’d noticed sooner—”

“Oh hush. You’re a baby.”

Pausing, Jungkook’s gaze darkens, tinting with dominance, his eyes flashing a hypnotic color of red.

“If you ever come back to third level and are returned to my domain, I promise I’ll show just how wrong you are…”

You gulp, thighs tightening as the threat tugs on the orgasm which you had been unable to reach just a few minutes earlier. You want to ask him what he’d do—because dear god the thought is suddenly so wonderful to imagine—but more importantly…

“Why would I not come back to third level?? Jungkook, where the fuck are you taking me?”

“To your daddy devil.”

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About a Girl [Final]

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Epilogue

Changes.


Life these past few months had changed, and not all for the better. Since your conversation with Mr. Kim the air was tense. The two of you kept it cordial and avoided spending extra time together. Mr. Kim kept his promise when it came to spending time with Jangmi, you just didn’t join them. In an effort to get to know Jangmi, Jihye would pick her up at least twice a week.. Slowly you were needed less and less, and Jihye seemed happy about that. 

It was no secret she wasn’t a fan of yours. Always sending you icy stares and snide remarks when you were in the same room. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you’d wronged her in some way. So you tried your best to avoid her for your own sake. Luckily it wasn’t too difficult since she was always busy planning for her wedding.

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I’ll Be Here When You Wake - Auston Matthews Imagine

Hi could you please do an imagine where you’re Auston’s best friend and he helps you through a sleepless night?

Okay I loved this one because dang last night I didn’t sleep until 5 and I had to be up at 9 rip me. Anyway I hope you all like it as much as I do, thanks for reading!! -Accius

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What You Can’t Have

Summary: You always want what you can’t have: You want Seokjin, Yoongi wants Yoora and the only seemingly happy couple is the wanted themselves. Until you and Yoongi get drunk one night and fall into a relationship that neither of you wanted or planned. The only problem is, could either of you move on from your first loves to fall again?


From this anon’s request!!  “ Can I request a YOONGI ANGST where you are in love with Jin but Jin has a girlfriend and YOONGI is in love with Jin’s girlfriend and you grieve together with YOONGI (who’s your best friend) but accidentally got drunk together and slept with him.”

THERE WILL BE ONE MORE PART TO THIS SCENARIO

WARNINGS: Sexual situations, blood, angst, idiocy, derpiness, general super fluff for whatever reason, also heartbreak. The usual. You know me.

PART TWO


They always said that when your heart was broken it would mend itself by rebounding into new love–feeling whole through a person that was so vastly different than the one you lost or couldn’t have. But, it could be any person really; it honestly did not matter if they were someone different than the last. As long as the rebound was next to you and equally as drunk, then the name and appearance of the person would not stop you from shoving your tongue down their throat. Nor would it remove their hands finding solace in tracing the line of your panties through your skinny jeans.

Granted, you didn’t know who “they” referred to or if “they” even actually said it–if you were sober you would have realized that rebounding was a stupid decision felt by those either inexperienced in love or too intoxicated to care if their best friend was removing their shirt. Well, to be fair to yourself, the alcohol was fooling you into believing that Yoongi was the person that you loved for 90% of you conscious life instead of someone who shared your misery. It was only when you sat with your back pressed up against brick, your ass on top of an old wooden work bench in the supply closet of a bar, and your fingers embedded in Yoongi’s hair (how was that shit so soft?), that you were reminded of the stupid word.

Rebound.

The term had always sounded harsh and negative; it always meant something dangerous–broken hearts and a year’s worth of tears. Well, with several rounds of shots and that cocktail the bartender had railed for you that night fogging your mind, the idea of a rebound sounded amazing. You’d tried everything to lose your feelings for Kim Seokjin, but maybe, maybe this man who tasted like whiskey and soju and smelled like bleach from the nearby shelf would drag those feelings out from your heart and purify the empty cavity for himself.

If you were sober, you would have doubted it, but drunk you was a gullible sap–even to your own inner ramblings.

“We can’t.” You murmured in a second of sobriety–one that was quickly drowned out by the poison of alcohol on Yoongi’s tongue. Despite the statement, you did not pause in your ministrations nor did you try to pull away from the male.

Yoongi, himself, was too far gone for proper speech so he only grunted and, when his hands roamed your sides in just the right, tender way–you fooled yourself into believing that the man you were letting unzip your jeans was, in fact, Seokjin.

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STUDY TIPS FROM a lazy wannabe good student

I recently finished my finals (thank god) and I got a couple of tips for you guys if you want to shut yourself up somewhere and study for 6 hours (I did that; it wasn’t easy, but I did that.)

  1. Study buddy. - Grab your bae, your significant other, your bff, your acquaintance that you can stand, and study together. Bring snacks, tutor each other without being a nuisance, take walks together every hour or so to stretch your legs. Believe me, sometimes having the person in front of you studying like mad is a great motivation. Also, having someone wake you up from your “10 minutes, no, 11 minutes, wait actually 15 minutes” nap is a good thing, especially if your in a library and alarm clocks won’t do it. 
  2. Lots of pens. - If you’re like me, and you like to hand write all your notes, (24 pages of biology notes all handwritten your girl did that) you’re more than likely to run out of ink before you’re done. I just buy a 10 pack of muji gel inks and they usually last me throughout the exam season. Also, think. Do you really need that 20 pack of staedtler triplus fineliners when you got a maths exam the next monday? do you? look me in the eyes, do you? fine if you do. just ask yourself that. if you really do, then fine. but really?
  3. Hand sanitizer. - After three hours of studying, you ask your friends, “Hey, can you pass me those chips?” and before long, your fingers are covered in processed fried potato crumbs, and they smell like garlic and dijon mustard (i.e. the scent of heaven) and you pick up your pen. Great. Now everything smells like garlic and dijon mustard, and everything is sticky and oily and gross. Hand sanitizers to the rescue. My current fave is the walk in the woods by bath and body works (its been discontinued but they sell it at a beauty store here that has a massive collection of old scents.) literally crying why do they always discontinue great things
  4. Hygiene and beauty products. - Now I’m pretty sure this is just a spoiled brat thing but honestly my skin dries out like crazy in air con rooms and I always need tissue for some reason to wipe sweat from my palms or oh i don’t know blow my nose because the air con here is forever 18 bloody degrees and if you crank it up by one degree someone will complain and just :))))) no. Also can I just say that the Kiehl’s ultra facial cream is literally a life saver my skin peels off (I’m not joking i can peel off a layer of my skin) in air con rooms if i don’t use a good moisturiser and this WORKS. 
  5. A JACKET. - Again. Air con rooms, libraries, whatever. I get cold a lot. 
  6. Loose leaf paper - I don’t know but for me I need a lot of loose leaf paper even though I have notebooks for notes for each subject. Sometimes I use it to take notes when I don’t feel like using an entire notebook for one subject (Like i finished my biology notebook and I didn’t want to waste an entire new one for finals i just used paper but in the end i ended up using 24 sheets so… theres that.) or I use it as a handy formula sheet for maths or physics or use it to explain questions to friends or when I ask them to explain stuff to me, or when I want to do maths questions that are messy and I can’t be bothered to make them look nice because I have an entire chapter left to do and the exam is in eight hours. :(((((( basically.
  7. Dress for success - Seriously. Sometimes wearing something nice really helps you perk up. It might give you a much needed confidence boost, or  make you sit straighter. When I’m at home, I just wear a bra or atleast change out of the t-shirt and sweatpants I’ve been wearing for three days crying infront of Grey’s Anatomy. When I go out, I like to wear something comfortable but still nice. I realise that jewelry actually really make me perk up a lot and I feel so much more awake and energized when doing my work. 
  8. FOOD. - I really like bringing food to study sessions! I love sharing food with my friends, and sometimes we go to the store before going to the library/wherever to study to pick up some chips and cookies. Try to get get healthier ones or make your own. I find that eating snacks that are too oily make me a little too satisfied and I don’t really feel like working. Eating something cold, like grapes or juices really help me concentrate. I love a nice protein shake too, and I usually blend two table spoons of all plant protein powder, two oranges and one apple together for a nice protein shake, which is also great for a meal substitute if you’ve had a really heavy lunch and want something light for dinner. 
  9. Pre-download slides/notes - Usually, I bring my iPad/laptop to somewhere to study, and I don’t enable wifi unless I absolutely need to. That means I won’t get distracted on tumblr/buzzfeed/youtube and I still have my notes with me. I just use my phone to google things i really don’t know and so far its worked for me. 

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