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3 Study Methods You Should Use More Often

This was originally for an article writing assignment, but I thought “why not write something I can also post on my blog?” so here are three study methods that I haven’t seen a lot of in the studyblr community but are definitely worth mentioning.

The Leitner System

          Flash cards have remained one of the most popular ways to study. Some people use them to memorize vocabulary, remember answers to specific questions, or even associate dates with events. Although the use of flash cards is convenient, their effectiveness has been reduced due to most people’s habits of prioritizing each card equally and therefore spending too much time memorizing the information on them.

          The Leitner System, created by a German popularizer of science named Sebastian Leitner, is a more efficient method of studying that implements the concept of spaced repetition. All the cards start off in one pile. You would first scan through these cards, then test yourself. Each card you answer correctly goes to a second pile, while those you answer incorrectly should be revised then placed at the bottom of the pile. When you review the cards in the second pile and get them correct, they will be promoted to a third pile. An incorrect card will always get demoted to the first pile, even if they had previously been promoted to the last pile.

          The reason why this method is so effective is that you end up reviewing the first pile of cards more frequently—the cards you don’t know very well. Some people choose to review their Stack 1 cards every day, Stack 2 cards every other day, Stack 3 cards once every three days, and so on.

          Once all your cards have been promoted to the highest box, study them thoroughly and then start over. The continuous revision trains your speed so that you may reach fluency, which allows you to recall the information faster.

Timed Memorization

          The name tells it all: you memorize a certain text within a time limit, normally around five to ten minutes depending on your fluency and memorization abilities. When the timer starts, you begin memorizing. When time is up, you flip to the next page, even if you haven’t finished the previous page yet. Continue until you’ve gone through all your material.

          Timed memorization helps you to discipline yourself because your brain thinks that there’s no time for messing around; you have to do this here and now. Make sure to repeat the things you missed and revise everything frequently. This method is actually one of the most effective for cramming as it gives a better coverage than if you spend a whole half hour memorizing one subtopic.

The Memory Palace or Mind Palace

           Sound familiar? In BBC’s Sherlock, the ‘highly functioning sociopath’ uses this method to remember vital information and facts. A mind palace is a systematic arrangement of information, each detail corresponding to a specific object in a familiar place. To ensure that you really remember everything, the objects have to appear shocking and conspicuous.

           Here’s an example: if I wanted to memorize “crimson, 11, delight, petrichor (the smell after rain)”, aside from imagining Amy Pond or the Doctor saying it, I would first choose a place, let’s say my school. I’d imagine myself walking up to the front gate and seeing that the entire building has been painted the color of blood—crimson. The building would then rise as though it were lifted from the earth and crumble into rubble, controlled by Eleven, the character from Stranger Things. Now, since I can’t really picture delight specifically, I’d probably end up visualizing a colossal sign that simply reads “delight” posted in front of my school. As for petrichor, I’d imagine curves rising out of the puddles on the asphalt after a rainy night, a visual representation of the smell of the rain. Of course, these visualizations have been created to suit my memory. (I wouldn’t know if you watched Stranger Things.)

           I used this method when memorizing case studies for geography, although I chose to visualize fictional places from television series and cartoons. Some people do opt to create artificial places, but these often become blurry and are easily forgotten.

           As with any study method, repetition is vital to storing the information in your long-term memory. Visit your “palace” as often as you can. Soon enough, you’ll remember the data as well as you remember the place associated with the data.

So there you have it, three lesser known methods of studying that have proven to be immensely efficient. Now, there is no “correct” way to study, but there are methods that can ease your learning process.

anonymous asked:

the problem with matpat, in my opinion is well how do i even explain it. Frankly the best way to pinpoint my problem with MatPat is a FNAF theory for the latest game in the series, Sister Location. You know, the game series that ABSOLUTELY MADE HIS DAMN CHANNEL and he spends 5 minutes before tackling the theory at hand criticizing Scott Cawthon on his writing and that he, MatPat, knows better what's canon than Scott Cawthon. He's so overly smug and arrogant.

You guys want to know my problems with MatPat?

This anon pretty much just underlined one of my most major points.

Here’s something so many people don’t seem to get about the field both I and MatPat are in:

Channels like ours, despite how much original material we try to make and inject into our videos, survive completely on the content other people make. We are ‘derivative content channels’–we only get to make videos because other people made something we can discuss, and analyze, and rotate all around to show our audiences all the cool pieces involved in a thing that someone else made.

When it comes to mainstream media products like theatrical films, major console video games, etc., it’s more than okay to complain and talk about their faults and failings; these are professional-grade products that are supposed to be of the highest quality and pedigree, made by veterans and educated professionals in their fields with plenty of money and resources to do the job write and make sure consumers feel good.

When it comes to independent material, like I mostly cover, you’re dealing with someone who was brave enough to try something without all the pedigree, resources, power, and experience of the mainstream field. And often, the independent material is made by someone who did everything themselves.

If you’re making your bread and butter on YouTube covering mainstream stuff, you’re part of a very large group in a very large field of media that extends well beyond YouTube.

If you’re covering indie material and lone creators who are making things with cameras they bought at a local store and computers in their basements after long days of work in their home town, then you’re working with underdogs, and being a parasite to those underdogs instead of a mutualistic symbiote is totally intolerable to me. You don’t go and tear down people who have nothing and are just trying to make their way up, and if you’re gaining something from them, you’d better be giving something in return.

Scott Cawthon’s Five Nights at Freddy’s series has been MatPat’s biggest goldmine, and I’ve seen MatPat turn from being a mutualistic symbiote to hateful parasite while still fully aware that Scott Cawthon is an indie creator whose work made Game Theory thousands and thousands of dollars.

I know YouTube figures, and I can tell you that MatPat’s FNAF videos have certainly made him at least $1,000 each, with earlier entries making at least $3,000 by the time they made 3 million views. It’s not possible that they haven’t.

Has Scott himself become wealthy from his creation? Hell yeah! Does that change the fact that he’s an indie creator who got extremely lucky and does everything himself, and all of his work is the reason MatPat’s been making a disgusting amount of YouTube bucks? 

NO.

If you want to see the phrase “Biting the hand that feeds you” in action, look no further than Game Theory. MatPat’s very direction for Five Nights coverage has gone from biting the hand that fed him to actually eating it for the sole purpose of hurting Scott Cawthon while still making money off his work.

I have watched MatPat attack Scott Cawthon, insult Scott Cawthon, tell the man he can’t write his own games correctly, insist that he’s broken his own story because MatPat can’t make sense of something, and generally be a hateful, disrespectful, ungrateful narcissist.

I HAVE SEEN MATPAT MAKE A THEORY VIDEO MONTHS IN ADVANCE OF A GAME BEING RELEASED. Do you think that’s because he GENUINELY figured out a game he hadn’t even seen, or because he knew he’d make LOTS OF MONEY doing it?

And yet MatPat still has the audacity to attack, insult, demean, and devalue a man whose work has personally made him thousands of dollars and many millions of views and subscribers. Not just a man, either, but an indie creator who has done everything himself and devoted so many sleepless nights to making Five Nights at Freddy’s games, doing his best to improve each new installment so it makes us more impressed than before.

Scott Cawthon got lucky, yes, but he’s still the man who was about to quit his dream of being a professional video game developer if ‘Five Nights at Freddy’s,’ a Hail Mary attempt, did not work. He still has run this ship alone and done everything in his power to keep it pure and stay a Scott Cawthon original despite all the success and fame he’s achieved.

Is the man above criticism because of who he is, what he’s been, and what he’s achieved? No, of course not. But should criticism of him and his work be delivered respectfully, in a way that isn’t smug and cruel?

Yes, especially when it’s criticism levied by someone who made thousands of dollars off Scott Cawthon’s work and continues to do so. Instead, MatPat chose to effectively spit in Scott’s face with his platform while reaching into his wallet.

And that’s just one major reason I lost immense respect for him.

Sound the Alarms

Sound the Alarms: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08
Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi
Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends.
Warning: Hella Angst, Blowjob, Intercourse, Oral, Fingering, Cheating, Dirty Talk, Slight Cumplay?
Word Count: 5,041

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a blurb where Gemma and Anne don't like Harry's girlfriend and think she's using him for money. Harry doesn't know and then finds out and is really upset about it

“’ello?”

“Harry, how many times do I have to tell you?”

“That I’m the fittest bloke you’ve ever laid eyes on?” She could hear the smirk through the speaker of her phone, knowing that he knew damn well what she was talking about. “As many times as you want.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” She wasn’t angry, per se- just overwhelmed, for lack of better words, at how much he spoiled her. “Just because I remarked how nice a bracelet was last week doesn’t mean I wanted it.” She sighed, the sparkle of the diamond on said bracelet catching the sun from where she had it laid on the kitchen table in front of her. “And if I did happen to want it, I could buy it for myself.”

“Know you could.” He didn’t sound the slightest bit phased because she put up an argument every time. “Just wanted to spoil my girl,‘s that really such a crime?”

“Yes.” She was quick to answer. “I don’t want you thinking I’m only here for the gifts and the money.”

“I know you’re not.” He shook his head, despite knowing she couldn’t possibly see him. “But it’s my way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

Admittedly, it warmed her heart how much thought and love was behind each and every gift, none of them were ever just a splurge of money because he felt like he had to buy her over.

“And I’m really thankful, but I honestly don’t need gifts to see that you’re genuine about us.” Her voice was much softer now. “Just- promise me you’ll stop spending your money on me all the time? I really do appreciate it but it would make me much happier to see you spend it on one of your ridiculously expensive scarves or something.”

“A’right I promise.” He sighed jokingly, as if she was asking a lot off him. “I hope you know I’m only going to go crazy on your birthday and at Christmas, though.”

“I guess I can live with that.” She reasoned and he chuckled.

He was one of only a few others sitting in the departures lounge of the airport and he was thankful for his own space in the corner, happier to bicker with his girlfriend than to make small talk with anyone else. After speaking for a little while longer, the voice on the speaker announced his flight, notifying him that there was only five minutes until the gates closed.

“I’ve got to go love but I’ll see you later on.” He stood up, throwing his carry on over his shoulder and making his way towards his gate.

“Ok, call me when you land safe.”

“Will do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

//

On her way to the airport, (y/n) decided she could kill a bit of time by calling in with Gemma as it would beat sitting on an uncomfortable metal bench for god knows how long until Harry’s flight came in. She also figured she could pick up his charger that he mentioned leaving there last week.

Having only been with Harry for just under 10 months, she had met Anne and Robin four times, Gemma three and Des just once. There was the whole formal ‘meet the parents’ meal a few months in and, afterwards, it was a rare occasion that she was able to travel with Harry to see them on his time off- she did have her own work commitments after all.

Despite that, she wasn’t entirely nervous about meeting with Gemma again; she seemed easy enough to talk to when Harry was present so she was sure going solo wouldn’t make a huge difference. After pulling up to the apartment block and being allowed to walk on ahead through by the security guard who had come to know who she was, she made it up to the fourth floor in a matter of minutes and gave a light knock on the oak-wood door.

“Hi!” She greeted the female clone of her boyfriend as soon as the door opened. “I was on my way to the airport to get Harry but figured I may as well drop in to say hello and pick up his charger for him.”

“Couldn’t he have done that once he landed?” She tried to ignore the bitter tone to her voice, deciding instead to laugh it off.

“He’s usually too tired to function after a long flight.” She laughed.

“I know.” She gave her a pointed look. “He’s been my brother longer than he’s been your boyfriend, y’know.”

This time, she decided to stay silent and chose not to address the bitterness in her voice. Without any further word, Gemma trudged back through her flat. Not knowing if she was welcome to follow or not, (y/n) hovered awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to just follow her anyway.

She could hear her talking to someone in the kitchen, but couldn’t make out – and didn’t really have an interest in- what they were saying.

“Hi, Anne.” She gave her a warm smile once realising who the voice belonged to on her arrival to the kitchen. “It’s lovely to see you again.”

“Thanks.” She gave her a tight lipped smile, not bothering to maintain any eye contact.

“I’ll just get that charger then-“

“New bracelet?” Anne nodded to the diamond link on her arm; the brand new one that had only arrived from Harry mere hours ago.

“Oh.” She looked down at it. “Yeah.”

“How’d you afford that?” The harshness in Gemma’s voice was painfully obvious now and (y/n) didn’t miss how her mother winced slightly at the tone she had certainly not been brought up to use, but she didn’t bother reprimanding her.

“Harry got it for me.”

“Of course he did.” She laughed a dry, bitter laugh. “Just like everything else you own.”

She was taken aback to say the least and couldn’t find any words to answer with, because what exactly could she answer with?

“What she means is that you seem to be getting an awful lot off Harry lately.” Anne tried to ease the awkward atmosphere in the room but didn’t back down on defending her son from someone she thought was taking advantage of him.

“I don’t-“

“I mean, if it’s not him taking you out everywhere and paying the bill every time, it’s you getting these expensive gifts off him.”

“I don’t ask him to.” She was making a poor effort at defending herself against the two strongly opinionated women, sounding nothing short of timid and nervous. “I don’t like when he buys me things all the time.”

“Sure you don’t.” Gemma rolled her eyes. “Listen, Harry’s an adult and neither of us two can tell him who or what he spends his hard earned money on. But we just wanted to make it clear that we can see you for exactly the way you are and we’ll never accept someone into the family who takes advantage of him.”

“Gem-“

“No, Mum.” She snapped. “You said it yourself. Harry only thinks he’s in love and she’s taking advantage of that.”

She looked to Anne for confirmation that she hadn’t said such a thing after being so nice when Harry was there, but when her head stayed bowed down, eyes focused on the table, she took a deep breath and stuttered out a quiet “I’m sorry.” Before bolting to her car where she would be able to let out the hurt she was feeling.

//

Landed safe. Just getting my bags xx

In the café x

“Boo.” (y/n) jumped, startled from where she was in deep thought and didn’t have to fake the smile on her face when the familiar feeling of her boyfriend’s arms were engulfing her. “Well, somebody certainly missed me.” He laughed, placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I did.” She mumbled into his shirt.

“C’mon, let’s get home, yeah?” He suggested.

“Do you want a coffee before we go?” She asked, pulling a note from her purse that would cover the price of a coffee each.

“I’d love one, actually.” She stopped him when his hand went to the pocket of his jeans where he kept loose change.

“I’ll get it.”

“Love, ‘s only a coffee.” He smirked. “Am I not even allowed to treat you to that now?”

“Not when I’m fully capable of buying it myself Harry!” Her volume had increased slightly, but not to the point where she was drawing any unwanted attention to them. “I do have a job, you know.”

“I’m aware.” He spoke slowly, trying to read her expression.

“And could you please take this,” She pulled the bracelet off her wrist. “back? I’m sick of you throwing away all your hard earned money on me.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to stay right where she was until he figured out what the hell was going on in her head. “What’s this all about? Where did you take this notion?”

“I’m not taking advantage of you.”

“No one said you were, poppet.”

Everyone says I am!”

“Well I don’t care what everyone says,” He shrugged. “I know you’re not.”

“You only-“ She took a shuddering breath in. “You only think you love me.” His face fell at her statement. “And I’m taking advantage of that.”

“No this isn’t-“ He shook his head. “This isn’t you. Is this the fans? I’ve told you not to look at what they’re saying.”

“No, it’s not the fans.”

“Who, then?”

She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to be the reason for a possible argument with his mother and sister. But the desperate look on his face made her want to take away all his worries.

“It doesn’t-“

“Who, (y/n)?” He was more stern now.

“Your mum and Gemma just pointed out a few things.” She swallowed. “I don’t blame them for thinking how they did.” He looked confused, angry and hurt that two of the people he cared most about were saying such things about one of the other people he cared deeply for. “It could be true-“

“It’s bullshit.” He asserted. “Complete and utter bullshit.”

“Harry-“

“Let’s go home.”

//

Much later that night, Harry crawled into bed after having a shower and could tell by how his girlfriend was breathing that she wasn’t asleep, but was still facing away from him. He decided to give her space but laid one hand on her hip, tracing mindless little patterns.

“I called mum earlier.” She didn’t respond with words but he seen how her shoulders tensed up. “I made sure she knew how wrong that was of them to say such things about you.” Still no response. “She just worries sometimes but I’ll not let them speak to you like that again.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” Her voice was cracked with the emotion that had built up inside her all day.

“It’s because I love you.” He placed a kiss on her shoulder blade. “And I know I do.”

The Closet

Originally posted by diltons

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Word Counter: 1,483

Anon Requested

A/N: This was in my drafts and like I promised, here it is. Idk if ill write anymore, just depends on how i feel i guess. And go follow my personal tumblr if you want, i post pics of me and my dogs usually. @rora811

Warnings: None, fluff, slight angst i guess.




You snorted at the conversation you were having with your friends. “No way!” Veronica exclaimed. “I’m being totally serious.” Jughead stated with a wry grin. The current topic was about Jughead’s dog, and how “untrainable” he was. “There is no way he chewed through that bed. I helped you pick it out!” You exclaimed. 

Jughead placed a hand on his heart. “Scouts honor.” “Oh shut up Jug, you were never a Boy Scout.” “You never knew because I burned all the evidence.” He snapped at Archie. Betty just laughed. 

“Oh come on. It said extra durable, chew proof, and was verified for heavy chewers like your dog. What the hell.” You said. “I honestly don’t know how he did it. I left the room for like 5 minutes to make a sandwich and when I came back it was in shreds on the floor.” Jughead sighed. “Back to using old towels for him I guess." 

The four of you finally made it to Pop’s where you all sat in your favorite booth. After ordering, you all continued to make small talk about upcoming exams and such as other people form school came into the regular hangout spot. You all heard a loud gloating voice and groaned. 

There he was, Reggie Mantle, in all of his annoying glory. He made eye contact with you and smirked as he stalked over to your table. "Hey guys.” he said maliciously. “Hey Reg.” Archie greeted, he being the only one who was semi-friends with them. Reggie made eye contact with you again before speaking. “Soooo, there’s a party going on later, at my place. And I just wanted to take the precious time out of my day to invite you all.” Everyone’s eyebrows shot up with suspicion. “And why would we ever want to go?” Jughead asked bluntly. 

“Hey it’s just an invitation. Do what you want with it.” He said with his hands up in surrender. “Well, how about you take your invitation and shove it up your-.” “We’ll go!” Betty interrupted with a fake smile. You all looked at her in shock. “Yeah, we’ll all go. Just text Archie the address.” She said as Reggie grinned and walked off. Two glares were sent towards Betty. Specifically, you and Jughead. 

“Oh come on Betty, you know parties aren’t my scene.” You complained. “Yeah, I mean this is by far the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Jughead agreed with you. “Guys, we never get out! Come on, we’re sophomores. And how do we spend our Friday Nights, staying home and watching Netflix?” “

Hey! I’m totally ok with that.” You said. “Yeah, me too.” Jughead added. “Well I agree with Betty.” Veronica said. She stood up from the booth and gestured for you and Betty to do the same. “Come on girls. We’ll get ready together and then meet the boys at Reggie’s.” Your shoulders slumped. 

“But-.” “No buts y/n. Now come on, I’m not taking no for an answer.” She was about to walk off when she suddenly stopped and turned towards the boys. “If you both are not there, I will personally find you and drag you there myself.” She threatened, pointedly at Jughead. 

The next thing you knew, you were being dragged out of Pop’s as you heard a loud groan from Jughead. Veronica took you and Betty to her house, which was rather large. Once you made it to her room you gasped. It was about as big as your house. Betty was doing the same thing. 

“Oh this? This is nothing compared to our old house in New York, now come on, let’s find you two some dresses.” She threw open the doors to her closet and immediately started digging. She threw a couple dresses at Betty insisting she gontrt them on as she searched for something for you. She was satisfied once she pulled out a light blue dress, a red dress, and black dress. 

She handed them to you and pointed towards the bathroom for you to get them on. You looked at yourself in the mirror and groaned, not believing you were actually going through with this. With another heavy sigh, you quickly undressed and pulled on the blue dress. 

You stepped out of the bathroom for the other girl’s opinion. “I don’t know… I don’t think blue is your color.” Betty said as she looked. “Yeah… try the red one on!” Veronica ordered as you nodded in defeat and went back into the dreaded bathroom. You zipped up the red dress and walked out again, this time striking a pose. Both Betty and Veronica scrunched there noses. 

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s the right one either.” “Oh come on,” you struck an even more awkward pose. “You don’t think this one’s it?” They laughed and pushed you back into the bathroom with only one more option. You put on the black dress and looked at yourself. You actually liked this one. You stepped out of the bathroom shyly and awaited the opinions. 

 "Oh my god, I love it.“ Veronica said as she rushed over and examined everything. "Ooooh yes, that one’s it. It fits you perfectly y/n!” Betty commented making you smile. It fit very nicely, hugged your figure, and made your boobs look pretty great. For the next two hours, you all fussed over shoes, makeup, and hair. 

 Once you were all satisfied with your looks, you all carpooled to the address Archie had sent over. You met up with your other two friends outside, where Jughead stood there silently hating the world as you all walked in. There was a bunch of people from school standing around in their own groups of friends. 

When you five walked in, Reggie looked up to see who entered and grinned when he saw you. He left his little group to come and greet all of you. “Archie what’s up man?” He asked as they did the bro hug thing. 

He turned to you. “Y/n… you’re looking very fine this evening.” You felt uncomfortable under his stare. Veronica noticed and grabbed your’s and Betty’s arms. “Come on ladies, lets party.” She said and dragged you away. You three started to walk around, mingled with other people drank punch, had fun. 

About an hour into the party, someone suggested a game of seven minutes in heaven. Of course Veronica forced both you and Betty to play. In total, about 20 or so kids were playing. You all sat in a circle as kids took turns spinning a bottle and then disappearing into a closet for the next seven minutes. 

When it was your turn to spin you sighed heavily, not knowing what to expect. The bottle went in circles, taunting you as it chose who you would be in the closet with. When it finally stopped you were filled with dread as you saw him grin. 

 "I-I don’t want to.“ You muttered to Veronica who didn’t care and shoved you towards Reggie and the closet. He took your hand gently and led you inside the dark space. The door was closed behind you and someone shouted from the other side, "seven minutes starting!" 

 You sighed quietly as you stood not even a foot away from the tall jock. "Why don’t you like me?” He asked sincerely as you looked up to meet his dark eyes in the tinted darkness. “Because you’re an ass to people.” You answered simply.

 "I’m not an ass to you.“ He said. You snorted. "Is that supposed to mean something. You can tell a lot about someones character by the way they treat others.” You stated as his eyes met yours again. “What if I start being nice to other people, you know, stop being an ass." 

You weren’t expecting that. "For what? What’s this all about Reggie?” You asked. It was very quiet for a minute or two before he spoke again. “I really like you.” He whispered. You gulped. “You would change the way you act… for me?” He nodded. 

You smiled softly as you looked down. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” You asked as you subconsciously stepped a bit closer to him. He leaned down and is lips were only inches from yours. “I’d do anything, to make you mine.” He breathed before connecting your lips. 

 You made no move to pull away as you liplocked. You enjoyed his kiss as he moved his lips against yours expertly. You weren’t expecting that either. The door opened quickly giving you no time to jumps way from each other, but you did, clumsily. 

The other students laughed as they watched you both walk out of the closet. You saw Reggie about to open is mouth so you grabbed his hand, holding it in yours. He looked down at you shocked, but kept quiet as you both walked out of the closet, together.

The police told me there was nothing down there. I know they’re lying.

(This story is very very long, be warned.)

I never wanted to be a mother. A child happened to me, I didn’t ask for it.

After you’ve had a child, you never get peace and quiet. I don’t mean that in a resentful way, just a fact. There’s the crying phase, the screaming phase, the yelling phase, the “NO!” phase, et cetera. And you never get time. You don’t have time for hobbies and distractions. Raising a child is two full-time jobs.

It’s not that I didn’t try to do everything I could for him. It’s not that I didn’t try and be a good parent. I did, I gave it everything I had. But deep down, I think he could tell that I didn’t want him. Kids know.

I had a part time job. I didn’t get paid very well, but it was enough. It was just office work, nothing exciting. My sister would look after him when I wasn’t around. I didn’t really have the money for daycare.

I knew that things weren’t working out like they should have. And I did what any self-respecting human being would do - I bought a book. I’d always heard that you should read to your child every night, and that doing so would make them smart and well-adjusted. Well, I had nothing to lose.

I’m not really an Amazon person, so I paid a visit to my local bookstore - a dark, slightly grubby independent place that shuns all but the most obsessive of bookworms. Standing in the narrow, dimly-lit aisles, surrounded by towering bookshelves jammed with volumes at every angle, I wondered, briefly - what do people normally buy for their kids?

The Very Hungry Caterpillar?

He was a bit old for that. Besides, I think that’s one of those books that parents buy because they think it’s kitschy, not because their kids will actually enjoy it.

Amongst the slightly destroyed second-hand Roald Dahl books and Dr. Seuss anthologies, I found a book that stuck out. It was old, and bound in what looked like real leather, but it was in surprisingly good shape. It wasn’t too long, but it proclaimed its suitability for for children aged 4-6 (he was five). It was called ‘The Trap Door’. No author, no other details. I picked it up and skimmed through the first few pages, and it seemed an ideal fit. It was written in an irregular rhyming meter, and it was festooned with colourful, scratchy illustrations that depicted a boy strikingly similar to my son. The picture was already forming in my head - we’d read it, we’d bond, and we’d smooth over the cracks.

I know it was just a book, but for the first time in my life, I realized I was excited to spend time with my son.

That night, after I’d tucked him into bed, I sat down on his shark duvet (he liked sharks), and I sprang the book upon him.

Once, long ago and far away

There lived a boy of five or so

With a rounded face and hair like hay

And a mind that yearned to learn and grow

The boy lived in a mud-flecked land

Of rolling hills and sheep and styles,

And brooks and trees and miles and miles

Of hinterlands and ranch hands

Long ago there was a war,

Of petty kings and border-lords

The earth did drink the blood of those

Who died for honor or a rose

The boy was happy as could be,

In the cottage on the hill

His mother his only company,

Who loved that boy with all her will

It’s challenging material for a five-year old. But it was educational, it was stimulating. I had only a faint idea of what the war of the roses was actually about, but I did a good job of pretending that I did.

We said our i-love-yous and I closed the door. Things were going to be okay.


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let’s just be us

summary: based on this post by @bleebug (rockstar!killian and movie star!emma secretly dating, but those pesky fans figure it out…)

word count: ~3500

an: thanks to @swans-and-pirates for being a stellar beta! <3


Emma Swan likes to think she has it all in order.

Being an A-List celebrity is hard enough as it is, with paparazzi discovering her when she so much decides to go visit Starbucks for ten minutes. But, she has a plan and she has tricks that keep her relatively average.

Trick number one: private social media accounts.

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▹ pairing: Jeongguk x reader
▹ genre: smut [sub!jeongguk] just filth all around
▹ word count: 4,235
▹ a/n: thank you @bvngtvns​ for helping me think of an actual vague-ish storyline for this collection and for encouraging this smut-fest, and thank you @taequility​ for putting up with my disgusting ass + screaming about sub jjk with me ily

You decide to have a little fun with a remote controlled toy in class and Jeongguk will do anything for his relief.

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Sons of Lawrence #6

Summary:  Sons of Anarchy meets Supernatural. In this AU, the Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top.
Characters in this chapter: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Crowley. Mentioned: Ash, Bobby Singer, Garth
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: 1,596
Warnings: Language, angst 
Author’s Note: This series isn’t going to be light and fluffy. It will include explicit language, explicit sexual content, casual use of illegal drugs, explicit canon typical violence.
Miss the beginning?
 Italics are flashbacks.

Originally posted by fylakas-aggelos

It was during a meeting the next day, one that Y/N was sitting in on, that an unexpected visitor dropped by.

He waltzed in without even knocking. “Hello, boys,” he rasped, cigarette-tainted voice gruff cutting through the smoke-filled room like a knife.

John stood tall, anger coursing through him. “Crowley,” he greeted the new arrival with a firm handshake. “We weren’t expecting you.”

The shorter man shrugged and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his black jacket. “Heard what happened to Sam,” he stated simply, eyes scanning the room until they landed on the youngest Winchester. “How you doin’, Moose?”

Sam bristled at the nickname no one had been able to convince Crowley to stop using. “Right as rain,” Sam ground out.

“Glad to hear it,” he lied as he started walking deeper into the room.

“What do you want, Crowley?” John demanded. He was still pissed at his sons for going behind his back, but the fact was that one of Crowley’s men shot his son.

“What?” Crowley feigned offense. “Can’t I drop in on my old friend?”

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|| you belong with me ||

[[request prompt: so, i thought maybe the reader is friends with peter, ned, and michelle, but is also the daughter of tony stark. she is jealous of peter’s feelings for liz because she is in love with him. homecoming arrives and peter goes with liz, and the reader is invited by flash. during the dance, the reader tries to have fun with flash and michelle, her best friend, but can’t when she sees peter dancing with liz. she leaves in the middle of the dance to get some fresh air, but she gets kidnapped when the vulture suddenly appears.

in the end, spider-man saves her and the reader accidentally confesses her feelings for him. if possible, can you finish it with kisses? Please, I know my request is a little long]]

a kind reader sent in this request during drabbleday week, but it was too long to condense it to a mere 500 words drabble. instead, i chose to make a full one shot out of this so lol drabbleday will continue tomorrow. for today, this story will be the only one that’s posted.

also, in order to include more diverse fem!readers, i’m going to make the reader character Tony’s ADOPTED daughter.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**

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Fall For You | Drabble 01

Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.

Word Count: 3.188

Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

 Mood music: X

A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!

Midnight is Jungkook’s favorite time of night.

It’s his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook’s night is either just getting started, or he’s falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He’s either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he’s lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.

In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there’s some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun’s rising in the sky. Jungkook isn’t a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing’s house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook’s hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt.11

A/N: Hello, beautiful people. This chapter lowkey had me feeling dirty lmaoo, plus I could’ve ended it better. I do include racist actions I guess I can say into this chapter. Me and my friends have personally experienced situations like this so I decided to incorporate it into the story, so don’t try to come for me. You all know I need 100 notes and feedback for the next chapter. Hope you enjoy💕

**WARNING**: smut; racist actions?


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“My name is Tammy and I’ll be your waitress for today. What would you like to drink?”

“The best wine you have to offer.” Calum smiled up at the young girl and she nodded her head.

“Would you like a salad with your rolls?”

“Want a salad, babe?” Calum turned to you with furrowed eyebrows. The boy had known you for nearly three months and had taken you on countless dates, yet he’s not sure if you even like salad.

“Do you have Caesar dressing?”

“Yes, ma'am, we do.”

“That’ll be fine then.” You agreed whilst Calum declined the offer, deciding to just eat the buttered rolls.

Your eyes were scanning over the spacious room, taking in every white table cloth and every fairy light in the building. You couldn’t help but to notice  that most people here were middle aged and dressed as if they had millions of dollars without a clue on what to spend it on. The ladies had pinned updos or perfectly curled hair along with flashy diamonds and the men were balding and dressed in thousand dollar suits. A couple of the younger people were dressed the same way, most likely born into families that already had fortunes. Sadly, you also realized that you were the only person of color, other than Calum of course, in the fancy restaurant and you soon began to feel out of place. It was only when Tammy came back and slid your plate in front of you did you finally snap out of your trance.

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Ease - Part 9

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 5.1k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

1 ♡ 2 3 4 5 ♡ 6 7 8 ♡ 9 ♡ 10 11 ♡ 12 ♡ 13 ♡ 14 ♡ 15 ♡ 16 ♡ 17 ♡ 18 ♡ 19 - End ♡ Moodboard

The library was quiet. Not that you minded; being around noise all the time tired you out. If you weren’t surrounded by Jungkook’s incessant enthusiasm, you had Hoseok and Yoongi squabbling in your ear. If Taehyung stopped talking for two seconds, Jin and Namjoon managed to fill up the silence just by being in the same room together. Even your home wasn’t quiet, as although Yeona and Jiwon still weren’t talkative, Mijung made it up for the both of them. You’d decided to visit the library on campus while classes were running, so you were certain that there would be only a few people in there.

Scanning through the books, you pulled out a hefty volume that was written in English, the gold lettering on the spine attracting you. However, you were not prepared to see a very familiar face staring at you on the other side of the bookshelf, and in shock, you dropped the large book onto the floor. Wincing at the noise, you gave Jungkook a disapproving look, ignoring the funny face he was pulling to make you laugh.

“Y/N!” he sang happily. “What a surprise to see you-”

Not missing a beat, you picked up the fallen book and shoved it back into place, cutting off his words and blocking him from view. You heard him whine disappointingly, causing a small smile of satisfaction to tug at your lips.  Continuing to scan the books as if nothing happened, you walked further down the aisle, trying to find the exact title you had been instructed to reference for a report due in the next week. You were so concentrated that you failed to notice a book at eye level slipping off the shelf of its own accord until it was too late. As another heavy hardback clapped onto the floor, you jumped backwards in fright.

Looking through the gap that had been created, you came face-to-face Jungkook once more, who still made the same stupid expression that was supposed to make you laugh, but you still didn’t crack a smile.

“Jungkook!” you scolded, aware of the inquisitive looks you were receiving from the other people in the library.

“We need to talk.”

You let yourself consider his words, trying to come up with a nice way of turning him down, but you couldn’t think of anything. A serious chat was not on your itinerary that day.

“Talk about what?” you asked innocently, batting your eyelids at the brown-haired boy.

“About getting over Taehyung. I think…”

Bending down again, you picked up the second book and shoved it back into place. Jungkook was too eager for you to ‘move on’, and although you accepted his help, you didn’t realise how persistent he was going to be.

“You need to distract yourself!” came Jungkook’s voice from the other side of the shelf.

“I’ve already tried that,” you said louder than you had intended, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn around and stare in your direction. “I’ve already tried that,” you repeated, quieter this time, but gritting your teeth in exasperation.

Jungkook went quiet again, and you could picture him biting his lip as he chose his next words. Despite his big plans of helping you, he’d not brought up the Taehyung topic for a few days, letting your mind wonder what sort of bizarre ideas Jungkook was conjuring up. “But you have me this time,” he eventually called out softly.

“Great.”

Turning away to the shelf behind you and shuffling your feet to signal that the conversation was over, you ran your fingers along the spines, although you knew the book you were looking for wasn’t even on that shelf. It’s not as if you didn’t appreciate Jungkook’s efforts; in fact, you were touched that he was willing to go to that much trouble to make you feel better. But your heart and mind still remained loyal to Taehyung. Jungkook made you laugh and was a gentleman towards you, but you connected with Taehyung on a deeper level. He’d seen you when you were screaming and crying and angry and terrified, yet somehow, he still managed to make you forget all about it after five minutes. There was an understanding that you didn’t have with anyone else.

Jungkook, however, was unaware of this, and before you knew it, he’d come down your aisle and tried again with the funny face, his head appearing in front of the random book you had begun to read. This time, you couldn’t help giggling at the way his mouth twisted and his eyes rolled upwards, but you shook your head at the same time to show your objections.

“You’re so lame,” you muttered, pushing him away and pretending to swat him with a book.

Yah, I’m trying to do you a favour!”

You bristled a little at his tone. “Jungkook, I’m trying to get some work done. Tell me what you want to say before I actually hit you.”

“You need to wean yourself off Taehyung,” he said proudly, as if he’d come up with the perfect solution to all your problems. Was that the best he could do?

“Wean?” you choked out. “Wean? I’m not a puppy!”

Jungkook ignored your protests. “Put your time into other things until this whole thing has calmed down. You don’t have to completely get him out your life, but slowly detach yourself until you can spend time away from him without overthinking.”

“Whole thing, as in why-Yeji-is-actually-dating-Taehyung thing? Plus, you’re making it sound like I have a problem. Which I don’t, by the way,” you grumbled, “so stop with the ‘weaning’ talk.”

“Well, you clearly haven’t said anything to him about Yeji, so I guess you’re not planning to ever tell him.”

“Their relationship isn’t my business. I also made it sound like I had no idea Taehyung went to the market, so I’m not supposed to have talked to Jimin either.”

“Exactly,” beamed Jungkook, flicking his hair out of his eyes and giving you a toothy grin. “His business is his business. Therefore, focus on your own business.”

Jungkook was like Taehyung in many ways, because they both liked to wind you up and push your buttons. But one key difference was that Taehyung knew when you were in the right mood for a bit of teasing, whereas Jungkook didn’t. And you weren’t in the mood.

“Jungkook, you’re not making any sense,” you hissed, and this time someone shushed you in annoyance at your growing volume. You both looked round at the disruption, but when you turned back, you quietened your voice in consideration. “So, what are you suggesting I do? I don’t want you to get hurt in this, either.”

He looked taken aback that you were considering his emotions, but he didn’t make you elaborate. Jungkook never talked about his feelings, which is why you always believed he was closed off and secretive. Instead of questioning why, you simply forced yourself to get used to it. “Just… put your focus in other things. The first round of the dance competition is in a few days, do you remember?”

Of course you remembered. On top of everything else, the audition for the competition was looming closer, and you’d been practising every day with or without Jungkook and getting your strength up while trying to remain flexible. The first round was so that you could take part in the show, as there were a lot of entrants and only a few spaces available in the actual performance. This was the make or break round, because if you didn’t make it into the show, all your hard work would’ve been for nothing. The prize money still looked appealing, but the competition meant something more than that now. It would prove that sometimes, hard work does pay off and you’re not always trying when there’s only false hope. Like when you try for Taehyung.

But you didn’t tell Jungkook of your worries. He had complete confidence in his dancing abilities, so you allowed that courage and self-assurance to leech into you as you spoke. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this in the bag,” you nodded confidently.

“We need to practice more,” Jungkook replied bluntly, giving you a hard look.

You simply frowned. “What? But we’ve been practicing so much this week! I think my legs are about to fall off because I’ve been jumping around so much. Also, I barely have time to study because of this, so I couldn’t practice more if I tried.” You were aware that your whispering was getting louder, but Jungkook was fuelling your irritation. More and more people were turning around at the pair of you, their pens hovering above paper as they watched the drama unfold.

“Y/N, there’s always room for-”

Luckily, Jungkook didn’t get to finish his sentence, because if he did, you were certain you would’ve knocked him out with a book. But unfortunately, it was the sound of your phones ringing that cut him off, both your ringtones echoing loudly around the library. You felt dread form in the pit of your stomach and you saw one of the librarians appear at the end of your aisle, their face stony.

“Run,” muttered Jungkook, and he grabbed your hand and pulled you in the opposite direction of the librarian. You heard her shout angrily, but Jungkook was fast and, half dragging you behind him, and you were out of the library in no time, your phones still going off. There was something exhilarating about running away from the various staff members, and you caught yourself grinning at the absurdness of it all. Jungkook, too, was smiling widely.

Checking the caller ID of your phones, neither of you were surprised to see Hoseok and Yoongi’s names flashing up on the screen.

With the embarrassment fading as well as your annoyance, you evened out your breathing before answering Hoseok’s call. “Hoseok, everything okay?”

“Y/N! I thought you would never answer,” came his panicked voice, far from his usual bouncy tone. “Can you do me a massive favour and come over to the shop? I need your help.”

You looked up at Jungkook who was on the phone to Yoongi, and it seemed that Yoongi was also delivering the same distressed message, as Jungkook’s eyebrows had disappeared into his hairline in bewilderment.

“Okay, I’ll be right there.”

“I’ll start walking now,” said Jungkook, also ending his call.


Arriving at Cake Corner, you immediately understood why Hosoek was so worried. Every inch of the place was covered in sponge and cream, from the windows to the stained cushions. It looked like a bomb had gone off, but you couldn’t help noticing how the pastel colours added highlights to the café. However, you didn’t tell Hoseok or Yoongi of your observations, because their faces looked stricken and frail as they gaped at the mess, and telling them it looked pretty wasn’t going to help the situation.

“What happened here?” questioned Jungkook, his eyes wide.

“Kids,” was all Yoongi said, using a dustpan and brush to get rid of the remains of cake.

“Some parents decided to bring the children’s birthday party in here,” Hoseok explained, “and there were only two parents supervising. Yoongi and I were in the storage room for a couple of minutes, but when we came back, they were already in the middle of a food fight.”

“Scared all the customers away,” Yoongi grumbled, ruffling his black hair as he glanced around, overwhelmed by the mess. “We’ve got our manager coming around at 8pm to do some stock checking, so this has got to be gone by the time he gets here, otherwise we’ll be sacked.”

“There’s always supposed to be one of us on the till at all times, and if he checks the cameras, he’ll know that neither of us were there.”

You and Jungkook nodded, still slightly in awe at how much devastation a few kids could make. “Don’t worry, we’ll help,” you assured, nudging Jungkook out of his stupor with your elbow, urging him to agree.

Hoseok bounded over and gave you a firm hug in gratitude, with Yoongi sighing in relief. Quickly getting to work, Hoseok paired up with you to work on getting the cushions the right colour, while Jungkook and Yoongi were on the other side of the room sorting out the windows and floor. However, Hoseok must have regretted his decision pretty quickly, as you leapt at the chance to complain about your earlier conversation with Jungkook.

“…it’s not like I need to stay away from Taehyung, he just wants me to. That’s not the same thing, right? I know I’m taking this way too far but I can keep my distance from him when I want to, and I don’t need to be trained, like a dog may I add, to do so. Plus, he was going on about having more practice for the first audition? You’ve seen me in that dance room. I practically live there now. I’m perfectly good at dancing, thank you very much, and I’ve got this routine down.”

The older boy giggled throughout your rant, and by the amount of concentration put into cleaning the soft fabrics told you that he’d barely listened to anything you told him. “Take it seriously, Hoseok,” swatting him with a tea towel.

“I am!” he replied defensively, plonking down on his butt so that he was no longer squatting, and then stretching out his legs with a satisfied sigh.

You can dance, but you can’t lie,” you mumbled in English, half tempted to tickle his socked feet in petty revenge.

“Yah, I understood that!”

“Y/N, can you help me with something in the storeroom?” Yoongi came up to the two of you, shoving one hand in his pocket as he looked down at the collapsed Hoseok. Hoseok’s eyes shot open, giving Yoongi questioning looks, but he must have received some sort of signal from his friend as a flash of understanding crossed his features.

“Yeah, good idea Yoongs. Go on, Y/N.”

You knew something was up; you weren’t oblivious, and Hoseok definitely wasn’t subtle. But seeing as you couldn’t figure out why Yoongi needed you in the storeroom, you went along with his plan anyway, throwing a quick look over your shoulder to see Hoseok slip down further until he was lying flat out on the floor.

Laughing to yourself, you followed Yoongi behind the tills and into the back room. You sincerely hoped it wasn’t to do with organising shelves, because that would create more damage than there was to begin with. However, once you stepped in, you saw Jungkook sitting down on a cardboard box just as you heard the lock click behind you.

“Wait, what?” stammered Jungkook, seemingly also unaware of why he was in there. “Why did you lock us in?”

“Sort out your problems between you!” came Yoongi’s voice through the wood. “If I have to hear another complaint, I’m going to go mad!”

Spinning round, you cast an accusatory scowl at your dance partner. “Have you been complaining about me?”

“Have you?” he shot back.

“Yoongi, let us out!”

“Not until you stop fighting!”

In a sulk, you strode down the room and threw yourself down on a box, crossing your arms in protest. Although it wasn’t a serious fight, you were stubborn and Jungkook was hot-headed, so neither of you spoke or even looked at each other for several minutes. Hearing Yoongi’s footsteps fade as he walked off, you had the sinking realisation that you were going to have to come to an agreement about Taehyung. You understood why Jungkook was so anxious to get you away from him, but he wasn’t taking into consideration what sort of friendship you had with Taehyung. Sitting there while throwing a strop, you pondered why Jungkook hadn’t figured out why you were so reluctant to ‘move on’. You’d told him enough times why Taehyung was your best friend, but he didn’t seem to accept that fact. On top of that, because he refused to talk about himself, it was hard to pinpoint the reason behind his actions. Maybe he’d never had a best friend before, could that be it?

“Y/N, I’m sorry for making you sound like a dog,” he said weakly, barely loud enough for you to hear. You huffed out a small laugh, but he shuffled on his seat restlessly. “No, seriously. I’m jealous, can’t you see?”

You could. After feeling jealous for so many months, watching Taehyung laugh and smile and love someone else, the way Jungkook behaved was all too familiar.

“I hate myself for it,” he sighed, hiding his head in his hands and looking completely dejected. This was enough to shake you out of your grump and sit down next to him, rubbing his back in repetitive motions with the ball of your palm. However, you stayed quiet, knowing that if he was having trouble talking, then coaxing him was going to be the opposite of helpful. This had happened many times with Taehyung, as he’d always clam up more if you tried asking questions.

“You like Taehyung, and not me, I get that. But I don’t want you to think that I want you to stop obsessing over him just so you can spend more time with me. I want you to learn that if someone doesn’t appreciate that a beautiful person has a crush on them, then that person needs to move on. Find someone who does appreciate them.”

“I know where you’re coming from,” you said truthfully, trying not to blush about being called beautiful, even if it was an indirect compliment. “Although Taehyung doesn’t see me in that way, he still cherishes our friendship. Don’t you cherish ours?”

Jungkook didn’t reply, his mouth forming a thin line. You mentally kicked yourself, realising how your words could’ve come across as inconsiderate as you reaffirmed the fact that you were only friends.

“It’ll stop me worrying that you’re crying over him,” he swallowed, his expression subdued and his eyes hazy. You were already hurting him, and you hadn’t even begun to let him help you.

The idea of Jungkook liking you had only crossed your mind briefly, as you didn’t want to get yourself caught up in emotions. But you had still thought about it, and you couldn’t lie: it felt nice knowing that someone took an interest in you. Especially Jungkook, who was sweet and humble and had been a great friend to you the past couple of months.

Hesitatingly, you tried to explain yourself. “I can’t admit that I like you in that way, too,” you mumbled, “because I’ve been fixated on Taehyung for so long now. I’m sorry, Guk. I’ve been doing to you what Taehyung’s been doing to me. I’ve been ignoring your feelings because it felt like the easiest thing to do, all because I don’t want to cause you any pain. From first-hand experience, I know that I’d much rather have someone tell me they don’t like me than keep me in the dark.” You grabbed one of his hands and pulled it away from his face, squeezing his fingers.

“If you want me to leave you alone because you feel uncomfortable, I will, and I’ll understand,” he nodded.

“You’re a good person, Jungkook. But… I guess you are quite cute, so who knows.”

It was a lame attempt to lighten up the mood, but it worked, as Jungkook muffled a laugh with his hand. “Only quite? Wow, that’s harsh, but I’ll take it.”

He took your hands in his as he smiled, making your heart jolt slightly. You weren’t sure whether it was because you knew it was intended as a romantic gesture, or due to the shock of his forwardness. “Would you ever consider dating me?” he asked you gingerly.

Your breath hitched. Biting your lip and forcing yourself to keep eye contact, your mind reeled for something to say. How come in movies it looked so easy? In reality, your gut was twisting, not wanting to lie and fake your feelings.

“I’m not sure, Guk,” you admitted.

He nodded, the smile he wore not quite reaching his eyes. “At least think about it.”


You went home just before 8pm, your back aching and your limbs exhausted from cleaning. Hoseok demanded to walk you home, linking arms with you and happily telling you stories about Yoongi’s sleep talking habits. After he’d left, you dragged your body through the house until you reached the door to your dorm, your mind focused on grabbing some food and going to bed early. However, what you weren’t planning on was seeing Taehyung slumped against the front door, dozing with his arms crossed against his chest and his mouth slightly open.

“Tae? What are you doing here?”

Taehyung cracked open an eye, but when he realised where he was and who was standing there, he leaped up, straightening his jacket and muttering apologies.

“I didn’t mean to come this late, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes open wide. “I really wanted to see you and I should’ve checked to see if you were here, but I thought a nap sounded like a better idea.”

So much for spending less time with Taehyung. “How did you get in the building?” you asked incredulously.

The familiar mischievous glint appeared in his eye. “I found the spare key.”

“Taehyung!”

“Are you going to let me in or not?”

There was no point in arguing with Taehyung. If you ever came close to having a falling out, Taehyung would always change the topic or apologise, just to stop the conversation from entering dangerous waters. A cheeky grin stretched across his face, knowing that he’d won.

You sighed wearily. “No boys are allowed in, including carrot heads.”

“Not even cute carrot heads?” He puffed out his cheeks and poked them with his fingers, hoping his charm would be enough to persuade you.

Not even bothering with a reply, you pushed him out the way of the door and let yourself in, motioning for him to stay where he was. Going around the house quietly, you knocked on all the bedroom doors and looked inside, checking to see if anyone was home. Luck seemed to be on Taehyung’s side, as the coast was clear.

“Okay, you can come in, but if any of my housemates find out that you’re here, you’re coming to my funeral and you’d better cry.”

The first thing Taehyung did was explore every nook and cranny of your home. He examined the bathroom, the fridge, the cupboards, and every food packet and every flyer stuck on the pin board, while you sat on the sofa and watched the inquisitive boy poke around. Although Taehyung had never been there before, it didn’t feel strange to see his slim frame plodding around your house barefooted. No matter how much pain Taehyung put you through, the joy and comfort he brought always outweighed the negatives.

Eventually, you showed him your bedroom, and observed as he picked up a photo frame of the two of you with a tender smile on his face, rubbing your frozen grins with his thumb. The picture was taken when your families went to Japan together on holiday, and you and Taehyung had decided to go up the Tokyo Skytree at night. Taehyung had his eyes closed in the photo, and it was also slightly blurry, but it brought back a lot of good memories that the quality didn’t matter.

“I was so happy back then,” said Taehyung slowly, gently placing the frame back in its place. “We didn’t have a care in the world.”

“Aren’t you happy now?” you asked softly, trying to not let the sudden feeling of worry enter your voice.

“I am, I really am. It’s just… things are a lot more complicated now.” He turned around to face you, but his expression was blank and you failed to grasp the true meaning behind his words. Taehyung refused to meet your eyes and instead peered around your room, and you knew he wasn’t going to open up easily. Whatever was bothering him he obviously found hard to talk about.

Looking around your room for something to say, your gaze fell upon the pile of blankets on your bed. With an idea forming, you began pulling out each blanket and draped them between your desk and your bed, creating a makeshift shelter. Taehyung quickly figured out what you were doing and helped you build your blanket tent, setting pillows and cushions on the floor to sit on and plugging in a lamp in the corner to provide light.

When you got the idea, you weren’t sure whether Taehyung would join in on your plan, as the last time you created a blanket tent was during middle school. It was originally Taehyung’s idea; in the tent, you could talk about all your secrets and problems, with nothing being off limits and no judgements about whatever was spoken. Usually you were the one doing most of the talking, as Taehyung’s friendly and sociable nature ensured an easy ride through his school years. But he seemed to think it was a good idea as you both crawled in to your newly resurrected tent.

“So, Kim Taehyung, what’s troubling you?” you began, grabbing a blanket and sitting down next to your friend, watching him fiddle with his fingers.

He licked his lips but didn’t say anything, and you could practically see his mind looking for the right words to say. “It’s hard to explain,” he breathed. “It’s probably just me overthinking things, and it’s probably not even true, but… I feel like something’s up with Yeji, you know? Everything’s going fine, there’s nothing wrong, but there’s something missing.”

Forcing yourself to breathe regularly, you asked, “Missing, how?”

“I’m not sure. She’s always been lovely to me, but the other day I saw her with Jimin and they were having an argument. Yeji walked away upset, and when I asked her what was wrong, she wouldn’t tell me. Ever since then, she’s been acting different. So, I asked Jimin, and he said it was nothing to worry about. But I am worrying. Yeji doesn’t treat me how she used to. She’s still wonderful, but it’s not the same anymore, and I don’t know why.”

Guilt was clogging your lungs and punching your heart, but there was nothing you could do. If you told Taehyung what you knew, he would be broken, and it would take a massive toll on your friendship. What could’ve Jimin said that would upset Yeji? Should you tell him now, while you still had the chance?

“I might just be paranoid,” Taehyung continued, not sounding entirely convinced, “but it’s just been getting me down. I wanted to see you because you always cheer me up somehow. Even if you don’t think my carrot hair is cute.”

You snorted, nudging his knee with yours, but your heartstrings tugged as he spoke, knowing that Taehyung’s presence made you feel the same way. Taehyung laughed, looking brighter and more relaxed than he had earlier.

“You don’t need to give me advice. Thanks for, you know… letting me talk,” he said shiftily, his neck going slightly red in embarrassment. “It’s silly, I know. But enough about me. There’s something I want to know, too.” A panic rose in your chest, wondering what dark secret he wanted to unearth. “Y/N, what do you do with Jungkook every morning?”

There was a moment’s silence where you let Taehyung’s question settle in the air, but all thoughts of Jungkook faded as you heard the electronic beep of the front door as someone entered. One of your housemates was home.

“Quick, we need to get you out of here,” you hissed, pushing Taehyung from behind as he scrambled out of the tent.

Luck still on your side, as the bedroom door that opened and closed was in the distance, meaning Jiwon was home. If it was Mijung or Yeona, getting Taehyung past their shared room that lay opposite yours would’ve been difficult.

Putting a finger to your lips, you entered the main area of your dorm, taking off your slippers so you could tiptoe quietly across the wooden floor. Taehyung had a death grip on your hand, not wanting to be left behind as you led him through your house and down the steps, inching past Jiwon’s room where you could hear her taking off her raincoat. Your heart was in your mouth, praying that she couldn’t hear the slight squeak of one of the steps down into the foyer. Slowly and painfully, you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the front door, freedom in your sights, but at this point, your luck ran out.

As soon as you heard Jiwon come out of her bedroom, you bolted, flinging open the front door and yanking Taehyung along.

“Y/N!” you heard her shout behind you, but you were gone, racing past your landlady’s door and out into the cold night air.

The rain was coming down heavily as you stood outside panting, slowly getting soaked as your heart pumped furiously.

Taehyung, on the other hand, let out a small chuckle. “Your face,” he spluttered, and soon he was doubling over as he laughed and laughed. It caught on, both of you in stitches as you shakily recovered from your dramatic exit.

You could feel the rain drowning your skin and clothes, your hair sticking to your face in clumps, but Taehyung still gave you a beaming smile. “You’ve got to go and face her some time,” he pointed out.

“Let me live for a few more minutes.”

He paused his shivering briefly, looking slightly unsure about something. However, it must have been the night to bring back old traditions, as he stretched out his hand for you to take in yours. “Care to join me for a dance?”

“In the rain? How cheesy.”

But you took his hand all the same, and before long you were spinning and twirling in the puddles, getting more and more wet by the minute. Taehyung’s hair deepened to a burnt orange colour, but his smile remained constant and ever-glowing. Not once did he let go of your hand as you threw your head back in delight, feeling the water splash onto your eyelids. Taehyung continued to giggle, pulling his familiar dance moves with added sound effects to accompany them.

It was just like the night at the Tokyo Skytree; a moment where you felt on top of the world, and no one was going to take that away from you.

Seven| Fade |Dunne

Title: Fade

Pairing; Past Trent Seven/Reader, Pete Dunne/Reader

Words; 2457

Summary; Now all I can do is say congratulations and fade into the background.

Warnings; Mildly NSFW. ANGST. Brief description of oral sex. Unhealthy coping methods. Minimal editing, because I will die like a boss. Drabble.

A/N; Captain of Team No Happy Endings here to fuck some shit up. Inspired by one too many 1990s power ballads. Drabble only, zero intentions of continuing past this.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Sam! I'm curious about your magical time management skills: you have a full-time job, are super active in fandom, answer countless asks, write fanfiction and books, and still have time for jogging and many other stuffs. How do you organize yourself? I feel super overwhelmed due to lack of time and end up not doing what I want do. Do you allot time to do stuff? How does your typical day looks like? And any useful tips for us slackers.

I dunno how helpful it’ll be – I mean, some of it is time management, and some of it is that I have spent a long time working on arranging my life so that I have as much free time to pursue my own interests as possible. This hasn’t consciously meant giving up things like close brickspace friends and romantic relationships but in some ways it has kind of worked out that way. (Not that I couldn’t have those things if I chose to work towards them, in other words, but they don’t come naturally to me and I don’t mind the lack.) 

So, I will give you a rundown of my average day, but before we begin, I will also give you some context! And this will be long so I’ll put it under a readmore. 

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Party Foul

Prompt: protective Isaac. Reader doesn’t know about the supernatural until after he protects/saves her from something bad. Reader: dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, introvert, would never believe someone like Isaac would ever be interested in her. she has a crush on him since they have some of the same classes, but they’re not even really friends – @mylittlenarnia


Party Foul.

(Y/N) sat by herself at a table for two in the library, earbuds in and her nose in a book, as she tried to catch up on some personal reading during her free period. She had been so busy lately with schoolwork, extracurriculars, preparing for college applications and the PSAT, that she hadn’t really had time to just sit and enjoy a good book in a while.  She was finally all caught up, though, and had a bit of free time on her hands, and she couldn’t wait to take advantage of it.

The movement of the table startled her out of the fictional world that she was currently lost in. She looked up only to be met with the most gorgeous blue eyes she’d ever seen, eyes that made her heart flutter every time she got the chance to look into them. Isaac Lahey, aka the boy she’s had a crush on since freshman year when Ms. Greene paired them together for their science project. Unfortunately, that was as far as it went. He went one way toward the lacrosse team and (Y/N) went another toward perfecting her academics.

Isaac stared at her for a moment with an arched eyebrow as if he was waiting on her to do something. She looked at him confused until he pointed towards his ears, and she realized she still had her earbuds in. (Y/N) promptly pulled them out and continued to look at him a little confused.

“Is there something you need?” She asked, trying not to let her voice shake or crack with nerves.

He nodded his head. “You’re my new tutor.”

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Sparks Flew

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Note: I wrote this last night when I couldn’t sleep, I blame watching too much How I Met Your Mother for coming up with this idea. I promise I’m working on those requests but this just came to me last night and it’s been a long time since I wrote a Lin fic. 

Warnings: swearing, a shitty break-up and I think that’s it?

Word Count:1,615 (I know it’s short I’m sorry)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u


When you first kissed Lin, sparks flew.

It was New Year’s Eve, the cold New York streets were packed with people excited to bring in the new year. But for you, it was the worst night of your life.

The night started off great. Packed into an apartment filled with all of your friends, wearing a brand new outfit with a few drinks already in your system. It was 11 pm, and with an hour left of  2007 the anticipation was building, it was the perfect night.

Well… almost perfect. The one missing ingredient was Jon. Your boyfriend of 6 years was nowhere to be found, even after promising you he’d come. For the first time in 6 years, it was looking like you were going to be alone and kissless on New Years.

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Re: Rules to Date a Hockey Player

@candian

This is just my perspective, but I think you genuinely don’t understand why people had a problem with your post, so I’m gonna go through it. And let me just say that not all of it is awful

1. this is a-okay, most of us don’t want to talk about our jobs at home
2. It’s one thing to respect your boyfriend’s wishes, but this can easily become controlling behavior that you later warn a hockey player’s partner against.
3. There isn’t a problem with this until the last line. Nobody’s value and/or input in a relationship should be reduced to their looks/being pretty not paying the bills. If that’s all one of these guys sees in you, they’re shitty, it’s not an equal partnership and their ass should be dumped.
4. It’s human to be disappointed by plans with your guy being cancelled. The line gets crossed when you throw a tantrum over something out of his control.
5. This is what I was talking about in #3. If he’s supposed be trusted around random women whose intention is getting him to cheat, he should be able to trust that you won’t let his teammate who doesn’t understand boundaries go too far if you speak to him.
6. I think you worded this one badly. There’s a difference between trying to communicate with that person while they’re hundreds of miles away from you, and harassing someone and expecting an immediate response 24/7.
7. I don’t know many people who have the time or money to do this in the first place.
8. Yes, but not every situation is the same. If you’re unhappy with the amount of time you’re getting to spend with your hockey player during the already limited amount of free time they have, you should be able to communicate with them— and I’m not talking about nagging, I mean productive communication.
9. Your two personalities are not one in the same. A woman and a man can be friends without her pining for attention outside of her relationship, even if Mr. Hockey Boyfriend doesn’t want to be buddies with him. Having friends who happen to play hockey with him doesn’t make you look cheap (never mind how misogynisitc this idea is).
10. People can wear what they want. Point blank. And a lot of women walk very well in heels without looking like Bambi.
11. I get what you’re trying to say because we all get exhausted, but again, communicating about something you’re unhappy with is important between two adults. Especially if, assuming you’re not married and living with this person, you’ve gone out of your way to go see them and they don’t value it.
12. I agree with the last piece, but 9 hours of anything without acknowledging the person spending time with you is ridiculous. Both people need to try something the other likes to do.
13. This is pretty common with athletes at all levels, but he shouldn’t turn into the Hulk if you don’t know better and make a mistake trying to talk about the game. Anybody who does that is an asshole immature.
14. The good job in the game piece if part of being supportive. But if they’re asking for an honest opinion on their outfit, there’s no need to tear them down, and there’s no need to lie either. And if he likes what he’s got on, that’s all that matters anyways.
15. He’s working, there’s no problem with this.
16. Every person should have an independent life outside of their relationship, no matter who the guy is and you shouldn’t feel guilt for not devoting your life to him 100%, especially if “you tell them not to go out with their friends, it’s not happening”.
17. If this is someone you’ve decided to be together with — you’re not “talking” or in any other not-a-committed-relationship status — making plans a couple months ahead isn’t unheard of.
18. This is a complete mess. You can’t defend this post as adult behavior and then follow in #19 with telling someone not to act like they’re in a high school relationship. Teasing is one thing when both parties have an understanding that, that is what’s being done. GROWN MEN AND WOMEN gossiping about a woman cheating, which they didn’t know for sure according to you, isn’t the same. Especially being that there’s an idea that “hoe” behavior by men in professional sports is okay. She was being slut-shamed for something that she may not have even done. And even if she had, her guy had no business telling everyone he works with what goes on within their relationship when he chose to continue being with her.
19. Again, I find this ironic following #18. And also, no person is disposable. That’s fucked. Nobody is a Barbie to entertain a man and nobody is a novelty item. And bimbo is just another gendered insult that I don’t think you would use against a man like the others throughout this post. What does it take to be a bimbo, anyways? Speculation that you might have cheated? That’s a little harsh, no?
20. You’re right, don’t throw away your life for anyone. Especially because most of the people reading this are young with a lot left in life to accomplish. But both people should be making efforts to spend time together, even if it’s just getting on FaceTime for the five overlapping minutes you both have.

I’m 100% not trying to shit on you or talk down to you, but what you wrote came across poorly. These are only things that I, personally, had an issue with. I can’t speak for anybody else. They may even think I’m wrong about some of this. What you wrote reeked of an unbalanced, unhealthy relationship with one person in control. I had to write this because it irked the hell out of me tbh.

Also, I noticed you changed your avi after your post got around. I hope you didn’t feel the need to do this because people were attacking you for a mistake.

@bisexualnylander I’m tagging you because you’re how I found out about this and I want your opinion.

A Convoluted Code

A/N: This is hours late, but here it is!

Originally posted by gdiminyoongi

Pairing: College au! TA! Taehyung (based off of 707 of Mystic Messenger

Genre: Fluff (Soon), Comedy

Word Count: 3.2k

Summary: Technological Special Agent, Kim Taehyung, never made mistakes… until he did, and that led him to you, a mistake he couldn’t live down

It started out as just another petty job so that he could buy another computer. As if the multiple screens that surrounded him in his office plus the five laptops lying around weren’t enough for him. However, he was the best, and he required the best equipment.

The job was simple enough, hack into this guy’s phone and see if he’s cheating, but even the best make tiny mistakes.

Usually all he needed to hack into a person’s phone, laptop, and any other accounts was just a phone number, this was thanks to how connected everyone’s accounts were.

Then Taehyung could sift through what he wanted to, report back, get the money, and call it day. The customers he worked with were usually fairly prestigious, so he figured that they would be intelligent enough to write down a stupid number correctly.

And with that foolish assumption concerning the snooty, the best had made a mistake.

It was somewhere between his third caffeinated soda and second bag of chips he realized he hadn’t hacked into Seung Chanwoo’s laptop, it was yours. However, he realized this only after hacking into your laptop camera, it was then the texts he had just read from you and a Soha had finally made sense.

You: Oh btw, I can’t close it anymore

Soha: What? Why not?

You: It’ll snap right in half, and I need it until I can find the money to get a new one… or a sugar daddy that’s around my age, whichever comes first tbh

Soha: Yeah right, have fun writing your little heart out

Maybe a man and his mistress wouldn’t be talking about getting sugar daddies.

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Redamancy

Genre: Reluctant soulmate!au, angst, fluff.

Summary: After years of only seeing black and white, you finally meet Kyungsoo, your soulmate who brings colour into your life. You want him, but does he want you?

A/N: This is my first request! It’s kind of awful, but I hope I improve. Enjoy! :)

Redamancy
(n) a love returned in full.


I closed my eyes. I desperately wished, that when I opened them, colour would scatter the world that I looked upon. But it was just that. A wish.
Reopening my eyes, I sighed at the dull black and white that filled my vision. I longed to see the colours a few of my friends and family had told me of. Yellow flowers, green grass, blue sky, red cars. It sounded beautiful, and I had yet to experience it.


My shoulders slumped in defeat as my friend, Sehun, bellowed at me to keep up. I scurried after him, listening to him talk on and on about his lovely soulmate, whom he had met last year when he went for a stroll in the park. I had gone for many strolls in the park, yet I hadn’t met the person I was supposed to love yet.
You see, when you meet the person you love, beautiful colours surround you. Your world instantly goes from the gloomy black and white, to a colourful mess. That’s what I craved most. To love, be loved and witness the beautiful colours. When Sehun found his, he was over the moon. He rambled all about the world and how it looked much better, and how he loved his soulmate to the moon and back. He would only stop when he seen the glum expression on your face.
It’s not that you weren’t happy for him, your happiness was just acquainted with envy.


“It’s our one year coming up in a few weeks and I want everything to go spectacular. I have the night planned, but I must choose what to wear. What shirt do you recommend?”


“They’ll all just look black and white to me, Sehun. But honestly, if it’s going to be dressy, I know that white shirts are probably the best to go with.”


“You don’t need to see colour to tell me which design is the nicest. I’ll just tell you what colour the shirt and design is,” he commented. “I’ve thought this over.”


“Clearly not enough. Are you forgetting that I’ve never seen a colour before? It’ll be pointless telling me, you absolute birdbrain, Oh Sehun.”


“Oh,” he muttered. “I didn’t actually think of that. My sincerest apologies, best friend. I’ll just go with a white one. Now, onwards we go! I’m starving.”


We arrived at a small café, and ordered our food. While Sehun ordered a plate of food, I just went with a small coffee to waken myself up, seeing as Sehun dragged me out of bed at 8am, to bring me into town to help with an anniversary gift for his lover.


This was the best and worst thing Sehun had done.


You silently sipped your coffee, listening to Sehun mumble on about different things, and watched as he snapped pictures of his food and coffee. This was how your friendship worked. You were always the quiet, reserved, introverted type whereas he was talkative, sometimes loud and done most of the talking.
When you finished your coffee, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Standing up, Sehun was mumbling more things to you, telling you he would be finished soon and your next destination would be a new store that sold music – his friend owned the store and he wanted to try it out. You were so busy trying to listen to Sehun and walk at the same time, you didn’t notice the two boys in a hurry to get to the counter so you crashed into one of them.


“Oh,” you muttered once your body collided with one of the men. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and…”


You trailed off once you looked up, suddenly captivated by the man in front of you. Perhaps it was the fast beating of your heart, or the fact that you thought you could hear his heart beating just as he could hear yours, or maybe it was the calm feeling you felt as soon as you had touched, despite the fast beating of your heart. Although you knew this was the man you were supposed to love, as when you glanced up you were not met with the typical black and white, but instead a splash of colour all around you.


You wanted to look around and witness it all, you really did, but your eyes couldn’t leave the eyes of the boy in front of you. They were beautiful. They were so round, and the colour was captivating. You wanted to know if they were blue, or green, or brown. If you were being honest with yourself, you wanted to know everything about the man you just bumped into.
After what felt like at least five minutes, he finally cleared his throat and began to speak, and his voice was simply beautiful.


“Sorry, we were, um, walking too fast. We should have realised it was too crowded in hear to walk at such a speed,” He paused and jabbed his thumb towards his friend who was behind him, watching you both with a raised eyebrow. “My friend, Chanyeol and I have to get back to work soon so we were in a hurry.”


“It’s okay,” Your voice sounded slightly hoarse, or strained, so like he did before you, you cleared your own throat. You offered a small smile before continuing, “I should have been paying attention.”


“Yeah. Okay, well sorry again. We’ll just get going- “


“I’m sorry but,” You reached out and wrapped your hand around his arm and you could feel him stiffen under your touch. “Did you feel that too? Can you see what I see?”


You lowered your voice for the last part of the question, and your eyes searched his. You saw guilt and hesitation flash across his eyes, and that’s how you knew the next thing that through his lips was a lie.


“No. I didn’t feel anything.”


“But you can see colour now? Can’t you?”


Hesitating again he replied, “Yes. I can. Look, there must be a mistake. We aren’t soulmates. I didn’t feel anything, maybe something went wrong. I’m sorry but I need to go. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to see colour, but this is a mistake. Goodbye.”


“Kyungsoo, I have our coffee. Let’s go.” His tall friend’s deep voice cut through the air making you look at him. He had a sorrow in his eyes as he looked at you, before turning away with the man whose name was Kyungsoo.


The name Kyungsoo made your heart hurt, and it took you a few minutes to process what had just happened. You had just been rejected by the man you were supposed to spend your life with.

___________


You didn’t see Kyungsoo for another week after the accident. After it happened, Sehun had claimed he witnessed the whole thing, and after calling him an asshole, he had demanded you both go home to curl up on the sofa of your apartment and watch re-runs of We Got Married. You only left your apartment to go down to the store, feeling utterly broken and upset. You had often wondered if he felt the same way, before you snapped out of it and realised that he had been the one to reject you, so of course he didn’t feel the same way.


“Okay. That’s enough moping around, let’s go out. I still need to find a gift and you need to go further than the corner store. There are plenty of people in this world who don’t have a soulmate, and of the billions of people in this world, you aren’t letting an asshole whom you met 40 minutes down the street, stop you from meeting another lovely person.” Sehun threw you clothes, moving his hands in a movement that told you to ‘put them on.’ So, you did.


Sehun had helped you a lot within the last week, especially with your new-found colours. At least you had a colourful world now, so you could see what you had been missing out on. Sehun told you all the colours, so you were pretty sure you knew each of them now. Including the brilliant shade of brown that were Kyungsoo’s eyes.


You and Sehun wondered down town into the music store which his friend owned, after collecting a few gifts from other stores and he insisted this was the last stop. You were rather tired by now and wanted to go home.
As you got to the door of the store, your heart started to race and you instantly knew why. Sehun pushed open the door and standing in front of the cash register, was Kyungsoo.


Sehun hadn’t noticed him yet, and began to walk around the different aisles looking at the different music collections that they had to offer. You noticed Kyungsoo’s lanky friend, whose name you couldn’t remember, who was staring at you both, before nudging Kyungsoo. He looked up to shoot his friend an annoyed look, and followed his gaze to where his eyes landed on me.
Not long after, Sehun had soon caught on that Kyungsoo had worked here and asked if you wanted to leave, but you had brushed it off, stating you couldn’t hide from him forever, seeing as you both live in similar areas. Sehun finally chose an album and you made your way to the front of the store, meeting Kyungsoo’s eyes, which haven’t left your figure since he noticed you.


“Oh,” he started, in a dull tone. “It’s you.”


Your heart panged slightly at his tone, but you looked away from his gaze and muttered, “It’s me.”


He took the album off Sehun and began to put it through the register. You looked back at him to get a proper look at the rest of his features, such as his large, heart shaped lips, his cute plump nose and his short, messy black hair on his head. He was handsome. Had he rejected you because you weren’t enough for him? Were you too plain? You felt tears meet your water line

but you blinked them away when a voice called out Sehun’s name.


“Ah, Sehun! It’s great to see you again!” A tall man with slightly gelled hair walked out and greeted Sehun, giving him a short hug. Sehun introduced the man as Yixing, who was Chinese. Yixing then proceeded to pull you into a quick hug.


“When I moved here to teach dancing, Sehun was once of my best students. He’s very talented. Oh! By the way, this is two workers of mine, Kyungsoo and Chanyeol.”


Chanyeol’s deep voice boomed a loud hello in return, whereas Kyungsoo gave a slight nod. You noticed Sehun shooting him a small glare, but Kyungsoo wasn’t looking at him. Your heart was going crazy under his gaze and you wanted to slap him, but also reach forward and grab him into a tight hug and never let him go.


Yixing broke your gaze with him by throwing an arm around your shoulders, and you thought you seen somewhat of a glare from Kyungsoo at his boss, but you dismissed it.


“So, do you have a job?”


“Uh,” you pursed your lips and told him the truth. “I did, but I left two weeks ago. It wasn’t the best place to work. I’ve started looking around though, for another.”
“Great! Today’s your lucky day, then. You start tomorrow, say 8am?”


“What?”


You, Kyungsoo, Chanyeol and Sehun had all spoken at the same time. You, Chanyeol and Sehun speaking with shock, and Kyungsoo’s coming out a little harsher.


“I’ve been needing extra staff since the store has been getting more popular. So, this is perfect, you get a job and I get an employee! Now, I must be off. I hope you’ll take the job, it’s a great place and I promise I’m not bad to work for.”


“I’m sure she doesn’t want to work in a little old music store surrounded by boys. I think the mall was hiring, in one of those food shops. She could try there,” The voice you dreaded – but loved – to hear cut Yixing off before he had the chance to leave.


“Actually,” Your voice wobbled as you spoke, but you tilted your head in Yixing’s direction and finished with confidence. “I’ll take the job. Tomorrow, 8am.”


And with a cheer, a glare and two looks of shock, you wondered what you had gotten yourself into.


And so, you began, working at the store. You enjoyed it, and you soon managed to ignore the fluttering and the panging in your heart because of Kyungsoo. He wasn’t so welcoming, giving you occasional glares, sending you out on rainy days to fetch coffee, or yelling at you for knocking over his newly made music stand. You became fast friends with Chanyeol, who was welcoming and had a great sense of humour, never failing to make you laugh. You had only been working there for a few weeks, but you loved it and Yixing was great to work for.


“Have you seen Chanyeol?” Kyungsoo startled you, making you drop the few posters you were holding as he rounded the corner.


“He decided to do the coffee run today, to stretch his legs.”


“You’re so clumsy,” he said harshly, picking up the few posters and thrusting them at you.” I’m surprised no one has complained yet about a broken record. I’m nearly sure you’ve dropped everything in here.”


“Well, if someone would stop sneaking up on me every day, maybe I wouldn’t drop them.”


“Walking up to you and talking is hardly sneaking up on you.”


“You come so quietly! How am I supposed to hear you when you walk more silently than a damn turtle!”


“Maybe you need to get your hearing checked out because I don’t walk that quietly! You’re the only person who jumps when I speak to you! Maybe if you weren’t always lost in thought.”


At this rate, you were both standing pretty close to each other, with glares directed at the other person, when Chanyeol walked in.


“Interrupting something, am I?”


“No,” Kyungsoo said taking a step back. “You’re interrupting absolutely nothing. It’s about time you’re back.”


And with that, you both went about your day as you always did. It was near closing time when you heard Chanyeol and Kyungsoo talking, and what you heard made your heart shatter.


“Kyungsoo, what time is your date with Haewon anyway? Isn’t it like, your one month anniversary?”


Not wanting to hear the rest, you walked up to them with your head held high and told them you were finished, and were going to head home. Looking at Kyungsoo, you felt tears building up and you saw a flash of guilt cross his eyes before he turned away. You were dismissed.


What you hadn’t heard or seen, was Kyungsoo swatting Chanyeol with his hand. No matter what Kyungsoo did, he couldn’t get you out of his head. You were his soulmate, and despite how hard he tried, he knew he was falling more and more in love with you, even if all you did was argue.


You managed to keep your tears in until you reached your apartment. It was still early in the evening, but you felt exhausted so you headed straight into your bed, where you let silent tears fall down your cheeks, falling asleep late into the night.


Your head and eyes hurt the next day when you got up for work. You slept through your alarm and when you got out to your car, it wouldn’t start. You ended up catching a bus to work, and you were 20 minutes late. Yixing didn’t mind though, as you told him what had happened with your car.


“It happens,” He stated. “It’s been pretty quiet this morning anyway. Are you okay by the way? Your eyes look a little…”


“I’m fine, thanks. Allergies.”


With that, he left. You had successfully managed to ignore Kyungsoo for most the day, your heart still feeling sad from overhearing what his plans were last night. Was she prettier than you? Is that why he didn’t want you?


“Let me help you, with putting out the albums,” Kyungsoo cut your train of thought, and you felt heat rushing to your face as you silently nodded. You could feel his gaze on you as you both worked but you kept your eyes in front of you.
“You look tired,” He began.


“I am tired.”


“Did you sleep late last night? Is that why you were late this morning?”


“Yeah.”


“Chanyeol isn’t coming in today. He went out last night and drank too much,” He chuckled at his sentence. Your heart warmed at the sound, you almost smiled but you didn’t. “It’s just me and you.”


You nodded.


The rest of the day went like this, Kyungsoo being unusually sweet and making small conversation whilst you kept quiet and worked. You couldn’t wait to leave, as you were exhausted and Sehun was coming over tomorrow with his soulmate, and knowing him, it would probably be early.


Finally, the end of the day came and Kyungsoo said he would lock up, and you could head on home if you wanted. There were no more buses now, so you made your way to the side of the footpath to cross the road to walk home. However, you were so tired that you went to cross the road and barely noticed the car coming in your direction, however before it hit you, you heard Kyungsoo calling your name before his hand was pulling you into his chest, away from the road.


Your eyes widened once you realised how stupid you had just been, and if it weren’t for Kyungsoo, who knows what would have happened.


“Are you stupid? Oh, my god, you walked straight out in front of that car, what the hell. Do you want to die? Never, ever scare me like that again.”


Instead of saying anything, you hugged Kyungsoo tightly, which he gladly returned. You were still shocked but you managed to speak.


“Y-you saved me, Kyungsoo. I’m sorry, and thank you. That was so stupid, I don’t even…” Your voice trailed off and Kyungsoo hugged you even tighter and pressed his lips to your head.


“I’m sorry,” He mumbled.


“Why are you sorry?”


“For hurting you. You know… when we first met.” You stayed silent and let him continue. “It’s just, we walked into each other and I lied, I did feel it. I felt that spark, my heart was racing and there was so much colour. It was beautiful. You were beautiful. Your eyes… they were amazing. But I had met another woman, I thought I loved her. So, I rejected you, I lied and left. We met again and my heart, it felt like it was going to explode. I loved hearing you talk, looking at you, I just wanted to be around you. When I was with the other woman, my mind kept drifting back to you. I wanted to get to know you, I wanted to be with you instead of her. I broke things off with her last night. I couldn’t do it anymore, you’re the one I want. You’re my soulmate, not her. I’m falling in love with you, and until now I’ve just been so stupid, and I hope you can forgive me.”


“Kyungsoo….”


“I don’t expect you to straight away. Can we just… start over?”


After silence, you looked into his beautiful eyes, before saying, “I would like that. Very much.”


“Hello,” He grinned, holding you out at arm’s length. “My name is Kyungsoo, and I believe you’re my soulmate.”


“The pleasure is all mine, Kyungsoo. I’m Y/N. Did you feel that too? I think I felt a spark.”


“I definitely felt it. Now, how about I walk you home? We can get to know each other and maybe fall in love? Shall we see where this journey takes us?”


“I would like that very much.”


“Then, what are we waiting for?”