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Playing Pretend

Yoongi slowly walked toward the small house snuck in between bigger buildings at the end of the street. He needed to do this, it had been weeks since he’d last talked to his mother and he was sure she was getting antsy, if the the 121 missed calls and 53 voice messages meant anything. This was just how his life was and he needed to suck it up. Cause Yoongi had learned early on that pity and sadness only equated weakness. When he arrived at the door, he saw it was just as beaten down as the last time he’d seen it, the paint chipped so bad that it looked like an animal had attacked it. He sighed and rang the doorbell, adjusting the one cheap tie he had bought years ago for occasions like this. His suit was two sizes too big and his dress shirt still had a stain from his last visit (hopefully his mother wouldn’t be able to tell). I mean Yoongi wasn’t poor, far from that, his “extracurricular activities” paid well. But Yoongi also believed in not using money where it wasn’t needed. The money it would take to buy a better suit, he could just give to his mom. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, Yoongi took in a deep breath and pasted on a fake smile. The door creaked open and before him stood his small, stocky mom. Frown lines more prominent, hair grayer, but smile just as bright as ever. Yoongi loved his mother (She was the only family that was worth shit anyway). And he knew what it would do to her to know how he actually survived. So a couple times a year he would dress up in his “office worker” costume and play pretend. He didn’t want to be a bigger disappoint than he already was. Right when she saw him, Yoongi was pulled into a bone crushing hug that smelled of cinnamon and old memories.

“Momf I canth brefthe” Yoongi muffled as his moms relentless hold tightened.

“That’s what you get for making me worried for days. Come back sooner. Have you no respect for your mother. I wait and wait and you never call or com-”

“Alright, alright sorry, I know I suck, I should come more often, but um… work gets very stressful mom.” Yoongi said cutting her off and finally pulling out of the hug. As soon as he mentioned work, his mothers face fell into a sympathetic and worrisome state.

“They’re not overworking you are they. If they are Yoongi say something, they can’t treat you however they want you know” His mother stated defiantly. Worked up on Yoongi’s behalf. She led him into the house and walked straight to the kitchen. If Yoongi knew his mother, he knew there was a feast waiting for him.

“I know mom. Thanks” he sighed sitting down at the table with copious amounts of food on it. “How do you always out do your self. Mom I’m not starving. I don’t send you money just so you can make me dinner that could feed an army.”

“Just say thank you and eat the food. If I don’t spend money on my boy then who else would I spend it on.” She asked, incredulous. She sat down beside him and started placing food on his spoon and plate. “I only need to see you happy to be happy.” Yoongi’s mom was a sap, and she knew just the words to melt his heart. Had it been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve scoffed and degraded their entire existence, but to his mother he could only smile and shove his face. He knew the routine by now, after stuffing himself with food until he weighed about 20 lbs heavier, Yoongi would be asked a series of questions regarding his personal life, then he would mention his workload and his mom would pack him the food he wasn’t able to finish (which could honestly last him a month) and he’d be on his way. The process took about 3hrs. It was simple and always the same. Except this time Jimin had called him nearing the end of the personal questionnaire portion of the evening and his mother had seen the contact info before he quickly hung up. Now he could’ve made any excuse to who Jimin was, If the idiot thug wasnt as possessive as he was, and hadn’t changed his name in Yoongi’s phone from “Rich Asshat” to “❤️Jiminie❤️”. I mean yeah he’d done it months ago, which gave Yoongi plenty of time to change it back, but Yoongi’s excuse of always being too busy remained strong. (Also there was the fact that his name was saved as “Suga😍👌🏾👅” in Jimins phone and he secretly loved the personal feeling it gave off, but you’d catch him dead before he admitted that). So instead of 3hrs it took 4 and a half, as he kept repeating that Jimin wasnt anything serious but rather just a casual relationship. And the hearts around his name were a joke, but his mother wasn’t truly convinced. So he now had to bring Jimin to dinner next time he came, and it had to be before the month ended, or he’d “see his mother’s wrath”. Yoongi grumbled and pouted the rest of the night and huffed an annoyed sigh as he grabbed the bags of food and gave his mother a kiss on the check as he left her home.

“I’m excited to see him.” She smiled, and then narrowed her eyes and continued, “and if I don’t then you won’t have a mother either.” Dramatic was her middle name.

“Yeah yeah” he waved as he left her behind. Playing pretend for his mother was a habit by now. And he sometimes believed she played along. How else would the warm scene of a broken down family, which consisted of a alcoholic, weak mother and her prostitue son making ends just barely meet make sense. Playing pretend was all the two had left, and they took their roles seriously. Cause when Yoongi left the cabinet under the sink would open and wouldn’t close the day before Yoongi next came. Their fucked up lives took breaks for only 3hrs a couple of times a year. Maybe that’s why when Yoongi was far away, he pulled out his phone and dialed the first name on his missed calls list.

“I don’ like it when ya keep me waitin darlin” the voice slurred as Jimin picked up the call.

“I was busy. With my mom. I told you. Why’d you call” he replied short and straight.

“Cuss I missd’ ma baby, and wanted ta play” Jimin continued, voice filled with flirtations. Yoongi fought back a smile, and kept his voice emotionless, he was prostitute, that owed Jimin a shit ton, nothing more and nothing less.

“On my way. But I need to talk to you about something. A favor.” Yoongi said, fully aware of the teasing that would follow.

“Anotha one, ya really like usin’ me don’ ya. Guess we'r jus gonna have ta add it ta ya list. What does ma darlin need.” Jimin asked amused. Yoongi sighed, this would probably equal a 2 weeks worth of fucking, but it really didn’t matter, he basically owed Jimin for life. And he wasn’t really complaining about it either.

“I’ll tell you when I see you.” Yoongi replied, “it’s not that big of a deal compared to what I’ve asked of you before”

“At this point it don’ matta darlin, I’m doin errythin for ya. An I don’ mind” Jimin answered with the same amused and flirtatious voice that now somehow seemed reserved for Yoongi. “Can’ wait ta feel ya baby” he added his voice dipping low. Yoongi hid the arousal from his voice as he just hummed back and then proceeded to end the call. He knew was fucked, but hey at least he was also getting fucked.

For @ask-gangtan (I’m obsessed)

Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Sam, the respectable lawyer he had been dating for two weeks now, after they ran into each other in a coffee shop.

“Dean-o, you’re up next.” Crowley grinned at him, and Dean just winked back, checked his image in the mirror one more time – his lips were exceptionally pink without anything on them, the black button down he was wearing was way too tight, and his black panties were satiny and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Yeah, I’m ready”, he gave back and Crowley gave the sign to Michael, and a second later Dean could hear the first chores of Warrant’s Cherry Pie. Smirking confidently he walked out on stage, all the way until he was standing in front of the screaming female audience, one hand over his crotch, thrusting forward, looking at them as if he’d like to fuck each and every single one of them, winked before turning back, going to his knees, and then lying down on stage, hips grinding against the stage, lips snarling.

Then he crawled over the stage, opening his shirt while doing so, turning his back to the audience, allowing two of the ladies to tug his shirt off. They were cheering and throwing money at him by now, Dean blew them a kiss before he looked at a short haired, curvy lady and wriggled his finger to make her move closer. He grabbed her hair and moved his crotch as if she was sucking him off, and she went along, moving in sync, until he pulled away.

For his finale Dean made the way back to the centre of the stage, touching himself as much as was legally allowed, raking his nails over his abs, grabbing his own ass before tearing the panties off so the only thing he was wearing was an equally black G-string. The girls were squealing and screeching, desperately trying to reach him to push money into his barely existing underwear.

Dean smiled smugly. He collected his money and left the stage after his song was over.

Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Sam, the respectable lawyer he had been seeing (fucking) for two weeks now, after they ran into each other in a coffee shop.

Sam showed up when Dean’s shift was over. He was talking to a group of girls that had seen him dance earlier, and they couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. At least until Sam walked up, broad-shouldered, 6’4 tall and jaw line sharp enough to cut. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with tie he just didn’t seem to fit in here. They looked at him as if they weren’t sure what to do, because Sam didn’t seem to see them, his kaleidoscope eyes were fixed on Dean.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit tomorrow.”

Dean blushed furiously. The girls almost jumped back, glancing back and forth between Sam and Dean, suddenly not sure what they wanted more: Touch Dean or be touched by Sam, but the look he was giving them was enough to make them disappear into thin air.

If Dean hadn’t been so focused on Sam he might have wondered where they went.

“Car, now”, Sam commanded. Dean nodded obediently and followed him. Sam was such a respectable man it turned him on beyond measure. He was also possessive as fuck and dominant enough to satisfy a part of Dean he had to keep hidden most of the time.

When he sat down in Sam’s Mercedes he smiled over at him.

“How was the trial, honey?”

“I won, darling”, Sam gave back, and leaned over to kiss Dean. “I hate it when these girls look at you like that.”

But Dean grinned only, knowing Sam didn’t really hate it.

“No, you don’t.”

“Well, I’m expecting my own dance once we’re at my place.” Sam looked over at him, eyes sparkling.

“Oh, I’m gonna make it good for you. But that won’t be cheap.”

“Don’t worry about money, boy”, Sam gave back, and Dean shivered, he would never get enough of being his boy toy.

Because Dean was a shameless little bitch and he knew Sam loved it.

Imagine cheating on Jared

I watch him get up from the bed, his messy hair in every direction, and his body showing clear signs of scratches in the back. When he turns around to watch me, all I can give him is a smile, leaning forward to get him back to bed.

“It’s late” He mutters against my lips, a smile pasted on his face, “Lover boy will be waiting”

“Shut up, don’t talk about Jared”

Charlie pulls away, laying his back on the bed, his eyes narrowed to the ceiling.

“It’s late” I repeat his words, “I better leave”

It takes me a matter of minutes to be ready to leave Charlie’s apartment. He’s also ready, and waiting for me in the kitchen, two cups of coffee waiting on the table.

“I’m late for the airport” I say in a hurry, sipping the coffee just before leaving a quick kiss on his lips, “I’ll call you whenever I’m free”

I hear a distant “Have fun”, before leaving the apartment.

As always, my car awaits for me parked a few blocks away from the apartment. I check my make up in the rear-view mirror and the same look of guilt pierce me through my reflection. I’m able to hold my own reproachful gaze for a couple of seconds, but I have to look away when I start to notice how much I hate myself every time I left Charlie’s apartment.

I hate myself, but only after I have trampled my relationship. Not before, when I’m still able to say no.

The clock on my car announces that it is past ten in the morning, and I’m already late to pick Jared at the airport. I drive like crazy through the crowded streets of LA, hoping that by some usual miracle, Jared’s airplane is delayed.

Weirdly enough, I find a free spot in the airport’s parking lot. I park the car and run inside the building. I notice the people looking at me, probably thinking that I’m about loose my flight, no running to pick someone up.

I get to the gate just in time to see Jared coming out with his suitcase, and the rest of the guys behind him. A smile takes over his face when he acknowledges I’m waiting for him, hurrying up in order to get to me.

“Hey” He says, pulling me into a tight hug.

“Good to see you” I mutter, sunken onto his chest.

The rest of the guys get closer to us, and I get to say hello to all of them. The smile on Jared’s lips is a constant reminder of what I’ve been doing and how he has no idea what I’ve been up to this last two months.

After we part from the guys, Jared and I head up to my car.

“Do you want to get something to eat before we go home?” I ask him, as we enter the car.

“I don’t know, I ate in the plane, but if you are hungry…”

“I’m ok” I interrupt him, a hint of a smile on my lips, “You must be tired”

“A bit” He shrugs, as I start the car, “It wasn’t as tiring as other tours, we got a lot more free time between cities”

I hear all about his tour and how wonderful everything turned up. I smile, and look amazed at every new thing he describes, trying to look as normal as possible. This is the first time I get to see Jared after my nightly encounters with Charlie started two months ago, and my head is torn apart. I’m lost, ashamed… guilty.

Once we are finally home, Jared runs upstairs to get some sleep and I stay in the living room in order to get some work done.

“Hey, babe”

I open my eyes, realizing that I ended up falling asleep on the couch. Jared is sitting on the coffee table, his permanent smile on his lips.

“Hey” I mutter, still asleep.

“Brandon called, he’s throwing a small party at his house” Jared informs me, “You wanna go?”

“Do you wanna go?” I ask him, straightening on the couch, “You look tired, don’t you wanna stay and rest?”

“Yeah, but I also really want to go, I haven’t seen him since long before tour started”

“Ok, let me get dressed”

I head upstairs to get a shower and choose something nice to use for the night. Jared gets in the room when I’m in the middle of the dress picking process, and I feel his hands holding my hips from behind.

“We still got time” He whispers on my ear.

“Not if we want to at least show up” I laugh, turning around to cup his face, “We have all the time in the world when we come back home”

“Whatever…” He mumbles, pulling away from me, but I reach for his hand to pull him close to me and kiss him on the lips, “I love you”

“I love you too” I mutter, feeling my heart ache.

Jared changes his clothes too, and in a matter of minutes we are on his car. Jared looks happy, giving me quick looks from time to time. His hand holds mine all the time, caressing my palm with his thumb. I just look at him, considering when would be a good time to confess. I love him too much to keep hiding what I’ve done.

We arrive noticing a couple of cards already parked outside the house. Jared parks the car and helps me out. Our hands are still holding each other as we approach the door. Brandon appears after a few seconds, and we receive bear hugs from one of Jared oldest friend.

“Come on, everybody is on the back”

The backyard is occupied by at least a dozen of Brandon’s friends. Everybody greets us as we walk towards Shannon.

“Tomo didn’t want to come?” I ask him, leaving Jared and Brandon talk by our side.

“He wanted, but he had already planned going out to have dinner with Vicki” Shannon shrugs, sipping his beer before speaking again, “I thought you two weren’t coming either”

“Jared wanted to come, he misses Brandon”

“Is everything alright?”

Shannon’s eyes inspect my face deeply. I know I look nervous, I’ve been nervous since my first night as a goddamn cheater. But I just suck it up, and provide the best smile I can.

“Great” I mutter, but Shannon looks unconvinced.

“Here you are!” Baelyn, Brandon’s girlfriend, appears out of nowhere, hugging his boyfriend from the back, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you”

“I was just talking with the Leto’s” Brandon says, turning to face his girlfriend.

Baelyn’s eyes focus on us three. I’m not a Leto, but I’ve been in their lives long enough to be considered part of the family. But here eyes are looking at me surprised, and it clearly ain’t for Brandon’s use of words.

I hear her whisper my name, and my eyes wide immediately.

“I didn’t thought you were coming” She says, not taking her eyes from my afraid gaze, “Are you two alright?”

“Of course we are alright” Jared laughs, holding me by the waist, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“I don’t know, I had the thought that maybe you two weren’t together anymore” She mutters.

She knows. Oh, God, she knows.

The three men look at her confused, but I know the fear on my eyes has become more evident. She whispers my name again, and I don’t have to think it too much to notice that she’s trying to make me talk.

“How’s Charlie, by the way?” She finally asks, “I tried to greet you two the other day at the cafeteria near his apartment, but you two looked kinda busy”

Jared’s body stiffens by my side, his eyes narrowing as he digests Baelyn’s words.

“Baelyn” Brandon shuts her, holding her arm tightly, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Jared is my friend too” She says, baring her teeth, “He has the right to know”

“But not like this!”

Jared lets go of my waist, starting to walk away towards the house. I look at the couple in front of me, discussing a topic that shouldn’t be discussed by anyone else other than Jared and me. Shannon is still by my side, looking at them discuss.

“What the fuck did you do?” I turn to face him, his eyes show me all the anger his body is hiding.

Realization finally hits me. I cheated on Jared. He knows. I have to talk to him. Now.

I ignore his question, starting to follow Jared’s footsteps. I’m afraid he’s left the party already, but a part of me wants him to go and leave the piece of trash that claimed to be his girlfriend. I look through the front window, his car is still parked outside, so he must be inside the house.

It ain’t that hard to find him. Jared is sitting in the middle of Brandon’s art studio looking at one of his pieces. The art of two girls resting their foreheads on the other, wrapping their hands on their necks, not even looking at each other at the eyes, feels too inappropriate for this moment. The title “Eye to Eye” hangs below it.

I take a step forward, sitting next to Jared on the small bench. Now that we are close together, I can notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, the heavy breathing on his chest, his shoulders trembling.

“Jared” I mutter, “I was going to tell you”

He stays quiet and I wait for a comment, an insult, anything.

“When?” He finally asks.

“I don’t know, I was thinking about it on our way here” I confess, “You really don’t know how sorry I am for doing this. How much I hate myself for not being able to stop”

Jared suddenly turns to face me, his eyes red due to the tears, “How long?” He asks me, ignoring my comment.

“A week after you left” I mutter.

“Two months” He whispers, avoiding my eyes.

Jared stands from the bench, getting closer to the hanging piece.

“I want you to go home and pick all of your stuff” He mutters, with a gravelly tone of voice, “I don’t want you there”

“Jared…”

“I don’t want to see you ever again” He continues, “Now, go”

I stand from the bench, walking towards him. His back is as trembly as his shoulders. I want to rest my hands on his shoulders, turn him so I can face him. So he can say the same to my face.

“Aren’t you going to ask me why?” I whisper.

Jared finally turns to face me. The tears haven’t stop running through his cheeks, and the look of anger that I receive pierces my heart.

“Why would I do that? I know what you are going to say”

“No, you don’t” I protest, reaching his face, cupping it with trembly hands, “You deserve and explanation”

“I do, but I already know it” His hands reach mine, taking them away from his face, “You are going to say you were feeling lonely, that he was there when I wasn’t. Then you are going to promise me that it will never happen again, that you love me”

Shit. He did know it.

“”But Jared…”

“You already broke this relationship, there’s no turn back. Now go, I really don’t want to see you”

He turns again, giving me his back. Part of me wants to stay, beg him to listen to me, beg for forgiveness. But I know I don’t deserve it. Because what I did, was unforgivable.And if I were on his shoes, I would probably asking him the same. That’s why the more rational part of me forces me to back away and leave the house, leaving behind who I thought was the love of my life, my friends and everyone who was a part of me for the past years.


Imagine cheating on Jared | Part Two

anonymous asked:

UR WRITING IS SO GOOD IM CRYING u should do one where you haven't seen CALUM in like four months and when you do you're in his shared apartment w ash for like a week straight so no one has heard from you guys and the fans are getting worried until one day ashton is doing a twitcam or something and Ashton thinks you guys are sleeping so he goes to wake you up and he ((and the fans)) find you guys with his head between your thighs or something along those lines pls I will die

ok let me just tell you i got this request and i was so fired up to do it and today i found it at the bottom of my inbox and im happy i did bc i like this one (and pls i will die right along with u)

Having a boyfriend who’s a member of a famous band was a challenge. Not just for you, but for him as well. He’s home after six months for a week or two and then he leaves again. It’s rare you two ever got to spend any time together, which is why you always either flew to wherever he was or had him come to you.

Of course, the arrangement was far from perfect. You and Calum had wanted to move in together, but the lease on the apartment he shared with his bandmate, Ashton, wasn’t up. He was stuck on the other side of town from you with no way out. Things got incredibly awkward when you were over and Ashton was still home. It was even worse when you and his on-again-off-again girlfriend Bryana were both over. You could tell the four of you were all struggling with the lack of privacy.

“Alright, Ashton’s doing a twitcam and he thinks I’m taking care of you because you’re sick.” Calum came into the room, slamming the door behind him. He quickly removed his shirt as he approached.

“You should probably make an appearance on that. Your fans must be worried.” You sat up “I can wait. Neither of us have posted anything since you got home. It’s been a week.”

“So what? I’m spending time with my girl.” He shrugged. Sighing, he threw himself onto the bed. “C’mere, baby, I wanna kiss you.”

“We’ve been doing this for a week.” You groaned, but still leaned over to peck his lips “Not that I’m complaining, we just need…”

“To do more, I got you.” He nodded eagerly “You know, we’ve only had that quickie while Ash was out at his car since I’ve been home. I miss you.”

“I miss you, too, Calum, but we can’t.” You shook your head “Not with Ashton here. You know that boy can’t mind his own business for shit, and you know we’re not quiet.”

“I’ll try if you try.” He put a hand over yours, interlacing your fingers. You have him a sympathetic smile.

“Cal, I still don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You sighed. He let out a loan groan of discontent and threw his body on top of yours. “What are you doing? I told you no.”

“I can tell you want it.” He teased “Come on. Please, Y/N, I promise I’ll be as quick as I can and I’ll try not to make any noise. I just really, really need you right now.”

His bulge rested against your thigh, moving slowly as he squirmed in discomfort. You sighed, looking up at the pouting boy hovering above you.

“I can take care of that, you know. That would be quick.” You offered. He shook his head, trailing his fingers down your jawline.

“Please? I just wanna make love to you. I’ve been away for so long and-“ He cut himself off with a sigh “I’ve been horny for the past four months. Please let me show you how much I missed you.”

“We have to be quiet, though.” You told him, easing him off of you. He watched carefully as you slid your sleep shorts off. “And if we hear Ashton, you stop immediately.”

“Okay,” He nodded eagerly, sitting up “Are those your only requests?”

“Don’t take your time, okay? Save that for another time.” You straddled him. He gulped, wrapping his arms around your torso. “I really missed you, y’know.”

“Oh, baby, I think I know.” He smirked, placing a delicate kiss on your lips “I missed you, too. You need to visit me more on tour. I can’t go four months without my baby again.”

“You know I’m always up for it, it’s just a matter of you inviting me.” You reminded him. He shrugged, rubbing his hands down your side. “I told you to be quick. This isn’t quick.”

“I’m getting there,” He mumbled, attaching his lips to yours. His hands settled themselves on your hips, guiding you against his thigh. A content sigh passed his lips. “Mm, it’s so good to be home. Missed you so much.”

“Babe, c’mon.” You groaned “You said you’d be quick.”

“You anxious or something?” He raised an eyebrow, his smirk only growing “Desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little.” You admitted. He shook his head, placing a quick kiss to your lips. Calum hopped off the bed, kneeling at the foot of it.

“C’mere, beautiful.” He patted the mattress in front of him. You scooted forward as much as you could, legs dangling off the side of the bed. He smirked, hooking his fingers on the waistband of your panties. “Don’t think we’ll be needing these.” He mumbled to himself before removing the lace. His hands gripped your thighs as he moved you forward.

“Cal,” You whined, able to feel his breath on your sex. He looked up at you innocently as he licked a stripe down your folds. You, determined not to give him the reaction he wanted, kept your eyes locked on his and stroked his dark curls.

“You like that?” He raised an eyebrow. You pretended to consider this for a moment before you shrugged.

“I don’t mind it.” You twirled a lock of hair around your finger “And I wouldn’t mind if you kept doing it.”

“Good.” He smirked, diving back between your thighs. His tongue ravished the folds, producing crude slurping noises. You pushed his head closer to your body.  

“Calum,” You groaned, throwing your head back. He gripped your thighs tighter, dipping his tongue into a hole he knew all too well. You gasped as his tongue swirled inside you. He pulled back with a smirk, licking his lipsm

“So tight, baby.” He murmured, running his thumb down your slit “Gonna need to loosen you up before I can fuck you, hm? I bet you’d like that.”

“I would.” You breathed. He nodded absentmindedly, lazily rubbing circles into your clit.

“Normally I’d make you beg for it, but today…” He looked up at you through his lashes. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I think I can make an exception.”

“You promised me you’d be quick.” You reminded him

“I know what I said.” He chuckled “Doesn’t mean I can’t take my time making you feel good.”

“Actually, I think it means exa- oh, fuck.” He cut your protests off, slipping his thumb into you. Calum was the type who always liked to get his way, and the bedroom was no different than anywhere else. If he didn’t want a quick round, then there wasn’t going to be one

“That’s what I thought.” He said, looking more than pleased with himself. His fingernails left red marks on your thighs as he guided you against his face. After what you felt was much too long, his lips found their way back to your swollen clit. He hummed as he sucked against the folds of skin. His tongue was heaven compared to the vibrator you’d been making do with.

In the other room, Ashton was happily chatting away to an audience of 600,000 on Periscope. That was the thing about him; if no one was available for him to talk to, he got bored very easily. Luckily for him, the fans were always there to listen.

“Keep sending in questions, guys.” He said to the camera, scrolling through Twitter on his laptop “Yes, we’re really enjoying our break, but we also can’t wait to get back out on the road. I miss seeing you all every night.”

He continued scrolling through his mentions, occasionally stopping to answer a question or two. Most of the comments consisted of either dirty requests, pleas for follows and people asking if Calum was okay. Caught up in the happiness of being back with you, the Maori boy hadn’t posted anything in a week. As far as the fans knew, he was dead.

“A lot of you seem concerned about Cal. I promise you he’s okay, he’s just with Y/N. Actually…” He looked down the hallway at Calum’s closed door “They’re home right now. I should ask him to come say hi.”

The comments began flooding with positive responses, all urging Ashton to put his roommate on camera. He ran a hand through his messy, curly hair before standing up.

“Alright, they said they were gonna go take a nap a long time ago, so they should be awake.” He switched to the back camera. Slowly, he turned the doorknob to Calum’s room. “Let’s see what they’re up to.”

He opened the door, camera pointed straight in front of him. Before he could process what he was doing, Calum eating you out was broadcast globally to over half a million people. The brunette between your thighs looked back at his roommate.

“Do you know how to knock?” He scoffed “Wait, what the hell, are you filming us?”

“I didn’t know-“ Ashton stuttered, dropping his phone as he stumbled backwards

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Calum was pissed. You didn’t blame him, as you would be the same way, but you were more embarrassed about being exposed.

“I swear I didn’t know what was going on.” Ashton defended himself. Calum walked towards uim, driving him further out of the room.

“Sure you didn’t.” He scoffed. The tanned boy bent down, retrieving the phone. “This is just great, Ashton. It’s fucking live. Everyone’s already seen it.”

“I am so sorry.” Ashton rambled

“Sorry’s not gonna erase the fact that you basically just leaked a sex tape.” Calum rolled his eyes. He threw the phone at its owner. “Get out. I don’t want to be a part of your livestream, and I’m sure my girl doesn’t, either.”

Your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the possessiveness of his voice. Though you couldn’t see it, you could tell his jaw was clenched. You sat up in his bed, burrowing under his sheets. Nobody needed to tell you that you weren’t getting any farther with him than you already had.

By now, Ashton had already scurried back into the living room, trying to figure out how to recover. Calum shut the door behind him, leaning against the door jamb. He ran a hand through his tousled hair.

“I’m sorry about that, babe.” He sighed, taking a tentative step towards you. You patted the side of the bed you’d left open for him.

“Shit happens.” You assured him

“It’s not okay, though.” He groaned, dropping himself on the bed next to you “I haven’t been able to spend time with you since I’ve gotten back. I just wanted a couple minutes to ourselves, y’know?”

“We’ll find time eventually.” You put a hand on his arm. He looked up at you through his lashes, waiting for you to go on. “He’ll probably go running to Bryana after that incident.”

“Right,” He bit down on his lip, looking as if he were concentrating hard on something. You traced random shapes into his bare skin. “So, just as confirmation, I’m not getting any tonight, am I?”

“Probably not.” You laughed. He shook his head, letting out a loud, over-exaggerated huff.

“Dammit, Ashton.”

The Weight of my Sins

Summary: “You tell me to stop assuming responsibility over the ways in which I’ve made you feel, yet you refuse to accept that the weight of my sins is not yours to carry.” There are things Roy and Riza don’t need to say. But there are other things that they should. 

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Everything was darkness and then there he was, Roy Mustang, at the very middle.

The only thing he had was Riza’s breathing. It was the only sound in the room and he focused on it, he relied on it to keep himself sane. To remember there was something outside his head, and he wasn’t living a nightmare.

Except Riza was the very thing he wanted to tear his mind away from.

No. He shouldn’t let those thoughts bother him, not when the Ishvalan reform and reconstruction were ahead of them. Nights like these, he longed to take pen and paper and write, write everything that came to mind. All his ideas. All his questions. Planning ahead made no sense if he missed any important details or possible outcomes. He was getting his eyesight back, after all. So the possibilities were endless.

If Riza were awake… but no, her breathing was even, heavy, as it had been for the last few hours. Could’ve been minutes, could’ve been days. If Riza were awake, he could’ve asked her to help. At the very least, he would’ve had someone to talk to.

He sighed. There she was, again. Was there any use in trying to push her out of his mind?

The images assaulted him; Riza in a pool of her own blood. Her eyes, pleading, begging. Her smile, her sweet smile as he held her in his arms. Even as minutes earlier, it had been Riza putting a gun to his head, firm even in the face of his rage, his screams. Pleading.

Riza, telling him that if she shot him…

This was not just about him, but everything they’d fought for. Even if he was gone, Riza should live. Then again, without Riza, there was no dream. If there was no dream, then was there even a point? A guilt-ridden Riza was hardly a better option. Riza, living the rest of her days with a heavy heart. He couldn’t have that either. Things were difficult enough for her already.

There were days in which Roy had to be strong for both of them. Days in which guilt consumed her, the will to live abandoned her. It was not the guilt Roy was used to, that hit him like a punch on the stomach when it came around, and forced him to be better, stronger in his fight for a better future. It was guilt that enveloped Riza like a shadow and restrained her, little by little, taking her breath away until her mind became her own worst enemy.

He sat up, resting his head on his hands. He winced. So that was not a good idea, when his hands had yet to heal from the stabbing wounds. Great.

“Colonel.” Riza’s voice reached him through the dark, finally freeing him from the whirlwind of thoughts. It startled him, forcing his back straight and his eyes, his useless eyes, to fly open.

One word. One word was all Roy had needed. One word in that gentle voice of hers, a voice that held no bitterness. It was concern and devotion, thing he clearly did not deserve.

“You should go back to sleep, Lieutenant.”

It took Riza a few seconds to answer.

“This is when I usually wake up, sir. How long have you been awake?”

“I’m not sure I even slept.” There was no use in lying, not after he’d given himself away so blatantly.

“You should’ve woken me up.”

“I could never do that. You need to rest.”

“I have been resting more than enough.”

“Glad to hear you’re feeling well.”

He heard skin against fabric; she was surely shifting in her bed. He couldn’t know. Riza said little, but expressed more than she realized. Part of it was lost to him now, after the world had gone black. Her posture, the curve of her mouth, the light in her eyes. If he could only see her. If he could only—

“What has been keeping you up, sir?”

He wasn’t stupid enough to believe she wouldn’t ask, but how could he tell her?

“Just thinking about these last few days. I didn’t properly thank you for your work.” He forced himself to smile. Well, that was not quite a lie. “You’ve far surpassed any expectation I could’ve possibly had.”

“It pleases me to hear that, sir. But you don’t have to thank me for doing my job.”

“It’s not an easy job. A little gratitude can’t hurt.”

“I’m humbled, sir. Now, please, let me hear the truth.”

He lowered his head again. Even if he tried, Riza would never let it go. Guilt, he’d thought. And if he said nothing, it would stay with him forever.

“I’m sorry, Lieutenant,” he said. “I am so sorry for everything I put you through.”

“Well, there’s no need for that either.” She was soft, almost tender. “As you said, this is not an easy job. But you listened, sir. When you could’ve entirely lost your mind, you held back and listened. I wouldn’t have forgiven you if you hadn’t.”

“You would’ve never forgiven yourself.”

“You shouldn’t be worrying about that. That is my own responsibility.”

“I don’t understand the way you think sometimes, Lieutenant. You say that, you tell me to stop assuming responsibility over the ways in which I’ve made you feel, yet you refuse to accept that the weight of my sins is not yours to carry.”

“I was the one you tasked with setting you straight.” The warmth of her tone had disappeared. It clearly said, it’s too early in the morning for this and we’ve gone over this already. “That gives me direct accountability, whether you like it or not, and it’s only fair. I was the one who once trusted you and turned you into a weapon.”

“You understand better than anyone that the weapon doesn’t make the murderer. You say this all the time.” He shook his head. His chest was burning, slowly, building up. “Trust, you say. That was the one thing I was asking from anyone who would listen. You gave that to me, and I failed you. And yet you trusted me again, you trusted me time and time again, after seeing the person I became. Do you still think of it as a mistake?”

“That comparison isn’t valid, sir.” Harsh, firm. Defensive. Desperately refusing to give way. “There’s a fine line between faith and trust, and I don’t think you’re telling them apart correctly.”

It exploded. It wasn’t as destructive, or as evident, but his fists were clenched and it hurt and his stomach was tied in a knot. He couldn’t tell exactly what triggered it. It wasn’t her, no. He was not angry at her. What had she ever done? It had to be him, then. Him, because no matter what he did, he always found a way to hurt her.

“You asked me if you could trust me back then. You gave me the option of saying no. I didn’t. Part of me… part of me felt that I should have, but I didn’t. If I turned into a murderer, it was my choice, and I would’ve been a murderer with any other weapon.”

“I keep wondering,” she whispered, “how big is the part of you that resents me for arming you in such a destructive manner.”

Roy could only imagine how difficult it was for her to ask such a thing, how tired her eyes looked, how her face sank in sadness and fear. How long had those thoughts consumed her? Why hadn’t she let him know? Where had he gone wrong?

“I… I don’t resent you at all.” Roy sounded so desperate in his own ears.“I never did. I can only think of one occasion, in all these years, in which you’ve truly disappointed me and even then…” The images hit him, the tears streaming down her face, her grieving expression upon believing she’d lost him. It was enough to make what remained of his anger dissipate. “Even then, I cannot think of it as something to blame you for.”

Silence. Roy focused on searching for sound. Anything, anything coming from her side of the room.

“That’s… good to hear.” Riza finally said. Something, something in her voice —he might have been able to guess if he could just—

Roy turned around to sit on the edge of his bed. Cold tiles found his feet.

“Lieutenant, do you mind coming over here?”

Her answer were bare feet against the floor, and then the mattress sinking next to him. It was a sudden comfort, knowing exactly where she was. Not too close, not too far.

“What do you need, sir?”

His answer was his hand, a bandaged hand he placed between them, reaching, seeking. Then he felt it, a slight weight, something warm covering his fingers. Her thumb slid underneath his hand in a delicate grip. This. This is what he needed. Knowing she was there, safe, still willing to follow him even as he couldn’t quite lead her anywhere in that state.

“Tell me, Lieutenant,” he said. “Is the sun out yet?”

She released a shaky sigh.

“I’d say so. The light is orange, and long shadows have started forming.”

So that was it. Riza was breathing through her mouth, her voice uneven, breaking.

“I’m sorry I’ve troubled you.”

“Quite the opposite, sir.” She squeezed his fingers. “Thank you.”

His heart jumped. Suddenly such contact wasn’t enough. He slid his hand away and raised his arm behind her, finding her long hair first, her upper back, and she stayed still until he’d succeeded in wrapping an arm around her. After a few instants, he felt Riza rest her head on his shoulder. Her cheek pressed against his skin, her humid eyelashes tickled him as she blinked. It was her, Riza. She was there.

Roy didn’t know if he was seeking for comfort or offering it, but the darkness surrounding him wasn’t so oppressing anymore. If Riza’s unyielding mind had given way, even just a little, then everything was possible. If she could meet his many failings with so much loyalty, if she could accept his affection while forgiving him so readily… whether Roy deserved it or not, that was a question for a different time. She was there, and for a second or two, he had the power to make her just a little happier.

He pictured the rays of light as they shone through the window. Then Riza’s smile, hopefully there in response to his. Her gaze, full of kindness and love. If there were tears in her eyes, they were quiet tears of relief.

“Tell me, Lieutenant. Are you ready to start the day?”

Riza turned her head slightly. She was surely looking at him, and she was so close. So unbelievably close.

“You said you haven’t slept.”

“I asked a question.”

“Yes, sir.” She took a deep breath. A silent yawn, maybe. “Do you want coffee?”

Her hair brushed against his neck, his arm moved with her every breath. Riza was still there, waiting for an answer. An answer she suspected would be affirmative, no doubt. But she was not moving.

Roy squeezed her arm and pulled her even closer, his smile growing wider.

“You know what, Lieutenant? I think coffee can wait.”

anonymous asked:

possessive!oliver jealous!oliver I'm so here for this

Yes, okay, let’s talk about that! (Unestablished timeline because I suck, but Ollie’s still CEO okay? okay, good)

So they start dating, and for a while, it’s cool - they spend most of their time together, just the two of them, all wrapped up in their little bubble in Oliver’s apartment away from the rest of the world. So it’s not until Oliver takes Barry out to a party that jealousy rears its ugly head. 

It starts off well enough. It’s a formal social gathering - something to do with drumming up business for the company, Barry doesn’t really know. All he knows is that he needs to make nice with a bunch of rich guys for the sake of his boyfriend’s company. So he plasters on his most dazzling smile and shakes hands with every potential client, ensuring to talk Oliver up to the best of his ability. 

Of course, this doesn’t go quite as planned. A few of the guests take to him a little.. too well. Barry doesn’t notice it - but Oliver certainly does, and he’s livid. The women, he can deal with. They’re not quite as forward. They’ll linger their gaze a little longer, flutter their eyelashes, play with their hair and laugh along with Barry’s jokes. 

It’s the guys, though. The ones that let their eyes trail all over his boyfriend’s body appreciatively, leer in his direction, make suggestive comments and grip onto his handshake a little too long. That’s when Oliver finds himself clenching his jaw, trying to control his anger so that he doesn’t ruin everything for the sake of something that doesn’t really matter in the long run - it’s not like Barry would even take them up on any possible offers. Still, he can’t help the curl of jealousy that festers inside him.

The worst of it is, Barry just continues to be polite - to smile at the guys and carry on with amicable chat, unaware of the extra attention, because apparently Barry Allen is unaware of exactly just how gorgeous he actually is - all long eyelashes, gorgeous cheekbones and dazzling smiles. 

So when one guy stands a little too close, gives Barry the bedroom eyes, and rests his palm on Barry’s upper arm, Barry’s barely able to stumble through the flustered rejection he’s attempting to give the guy before Oliver’s yanking him to the nearest coat closet in favour of pressing him against the door, sucking bruising marks into his neck, and claiming him right then and there. 

They stumble out about half an hour later, hair askew and clothing well and truly rumpled, and it may or may not take Oliver a couple of seconds to realise that his fly is still down as they make their way through the deserted hallway and back to the party. No one says anything, but it’s painfully obvious what they’d been doing. Thankfully, a few of the potential clients have a good sense of humour, and arrange to meet with Oliver the following week, providing that he can drag himself away from his boyfriend for an evening. 

If he makes sure to lay his claim on Barry in the moments before he leaves for said evenings, well, no one really needs to know. 

Send me your headcanons and I’ll do a thing

Something About Us // Snowbarry 

Description // Drabbles reflecting on the women of Barry’s life. 

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Felicity

Barry is bouncing on the balls of his heels. It’s great, really, because it means he’s less squirmy when it comes to poking and prodding him for tests at the Labs.

She has to thank Felicity Smoak for this. She admires her too, since, like she’s always known, the team has always benefited from a woman’s presence. Namely, today, she is keeping Barry occupied, challenging him to really demonstrate his abilities and take pride in his latest excursions.

‘You two going out for coffee?’ Caitlin is curious, watching the distracted way he’s staring at the blonde across the room.

'Uh, yeah,’ he replies, whipping his head toward her while she patches up his latest injuries. 'Just as friends,’ he feels he needs to add.

She fails to hide the inevitable twist of a knowing smile. ‘I think you two are kinda cute.’

In response, he rubs nervously at his shirt’s front. ‘Caitlin, we’re friends. I mean, I get it. She’s great; she’s into everything that matters to me, she’s kind, and ridiculously cute when she can’t stop rambling. And…’

All she needs to do is share a look with him, an honest look that says she knows what his mind is truly distracted with, and who his mind’s eye is conflicted in seeing instead of Felicity.

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Less Than 3

Coda for 10x10 based on Cas’s love of texting and emoticons. (ao3)

Castiel’s phone chirps at him from inside his pocket while he is driving down the interstate. He is on his way home from his search for Claire. He’d hoped she would want to come back with him, and allow him to take care of her. Even though things didn’t turn out how he wanted, as long as Claire is happy, that’s all that matters to him.

His phone beeps again and he decides that he should probably pull over, considering that most likely the texts that keep coming through are from Dean. He turns on his blinker and slides the Continental onto the shoulder and puts her into park. He digs his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen to find three texts waiting for him.

Dean

You find Claire?

5:08pm

Dean

I felt bad leaving her with those crazies, but I just couldn’t stay. I couldn’t trust myself not to do something dumb.

5:11pm

Dean

Cas?

5:15pm

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reservoirdogma  asked:

OKAY TALK TO ME ABOUT OWEN AND CLAIRE HEADCANNONS because I haven't been able to find anything online for them and it's killing me dead I shipped them so hardcore. (I usually don't even buy those token romances in blockbusters but this one hit all my buttons somehow)

OK THESE ARE LITERALLY ALL ABOUT THEIR FIRST MEETING/FIRST DATE BECAUSE I AM OBSESSED also I am posting this publicly because like you I have been consumed by claire/owen feels and I want to take the world down with me and damn it I want someone to write real fic ok somebody write fic

- owen had been working with the raptors for a while before claire landed her job on the island, and he happened to be passing by helipad when she was first arriving. she climbs off the chopper wearing her college sweatpants and an old t-shirt (one of very few times that he would ever see her without her signature heels-skirt-blazer combo) and struggling to carry her three large suitcases (filled of course with heels, skirts and blazers). he thinks she might be one of his new interns so he introduces himself and offers to carry her bags, but not before letting it slip that watching her try to manage it all on her own is kind of amusing to him – which claire does not take well. she brushes past his extended hand, very clearly annoyed, muttering something about a long travel day and delayed flights and missing luggage and not having time for this. he follows her, making another joke about how much stuff she has because ‘damn, I thought I was an overpacker…’ and she sends him the deadliest of deadly glares over her shoulder before a driver helps her into a car and she disappears, leaving owen wondering where in the world they could be taking his intern and why he feels like he misses her

- the next morning during InGen’s weekly check-in with his team and the raptors, he has a do a double take before realizing that the woman in the black pinstriped pantsuit and four-inch heels is the same woman from the night before. she is content to pretend last night didn’t happen and introduces herself in her most formal tone, extending her hand. he laughs, trying hard to resist the urge to brush past her like she had the night before, but she’s giving him this look that’s caught somewhere between pleading and contempt, so he plays along for her sake (and also, admittedly, for his)

- after her first couple of months on the island, she starts to warm up to him a bit. owen always finds time during the check-ins to talk to claire. he starts calling them ‘dual check-ins’ – claire checks in on the raptors, and he checks in on claire. she’s not crazy about the idea (‘how many times do I have to tell you, mr. grady? just because we are in the jungle instead of a conference room doesn’t make this any less of a business meeting’) and she does her best to keep him at arm’s length, but there are moments where she allows her guard to fall (‘okay, you can ask me ONE question. but then you give me an update on the raptors!’). he respects her limits, knows when to stop pushing her. her family is a sore spot, he learns quickly, so he doesn’t ask about them often

- as acting manager of jurassic world, she does her best to make it to every weekly check-in, but things just keep coming up again and again, so she only ends up seeing him about every other week. he asks about her when she’s not there, and he will only demonstrate improvements in the raptors’ abilities when she is there to watch. his obvious crush on her becomes an inside joke among the InGen board members

 - at the end of claire’s first quarter as acting manager, InGen holds an event in her honor. owen – who has somehow managed to avoid all of these annoying banquets in his past couple of years on the island – is one of the first to arrive. he sits at a table with his team and tries not to let his eyes wander over to claire all night (it’s bad enough that the InGen board members are joking about his crush, but now his team is giving him shit for it too). he can’t help it, though. she’s wearing the most beautiful gold dress, and she’s smiling more than he’s ever seen her smile before, and whenever her eyes connect with his he feels his heart drop down to his stomach. after all of the official board members and presidents and owners and shareholders have given all of their official speeches, owen stands up before he can think twice about it and taps his fork against his glass. he tells everyone to ‘toast to claire, the woman who keeps us all going.’ when owen’s eyes meet claire’s through the crowd, he swears there’s a tear in her eye. he catches a moment alone with her before the night is over, and she’s not sure if it’s the wine or his toast or the way he looks in that damn suit, but she asks him out to dinner the following night.

- she shows up to his place the next night, six o’clock sharp, itinerary in hand. she hugs him hello when he opens the door, and he’s so surprised that by the time he rests his hands on her back she’s already pulling away. she calls him owen for the first time and his heart just about stops beating. her smile drops when she looks down and sees the board shorts. ‘did— I’m sorry, am I early? do you need more time to get ready?’ ‘nope.’

- he ends up making her ditch the itinerary after the first hour and takes her to a burger joint in the park that she says she’s never been to. ‘why would I want to go to the one restaurant on this island with the lowest customer satisfaction ratings? we’ve almost closed it down three separate times.’ ‘claire, if you ever closed this place, I’m sorry, but I would resign on the spot. I’m pretty sure it’s written in my contract.’ ‘there’s no way that’s written in your contract.’ ‘well, it should be.’

- owen gets ketchup all over claire’s white sundress and she threatens to send him her dry cleaning bill (two weeks later the bill is taped to his front door)

- during lulls in their conversation, he talks about the raptors. he talks about the raptors… a lot. at first, she’ll admit, she finds it kind of cute – endearing, like the way a child talks about their dog. but it comes to a point where she can hardly get a word in edgewise, and finally she insists that they get back to her itinerary. he makes some snappy comment about her always needing to be in control which he immediately regrets, but it’s too late to take it back. ‘fine, we’ll forget the itinerary. I’m ready to go home.’

- they walk back to her place in silence, claire three paces ahead with crossed arms, and owen trailing behind rewriting his apology over and over again in his head. when they reach her building, she turns to face him only for a brief handshake. ‘goodnight, mr. grady. I’ll see you on monday.’ ‘goodnight, ms. dearing.’

 - things between them are inescapably awkward after that night. their conversations are all busines, and claire has to hide the fact that she misses all of owen’s annoying inquiries into her personal life, and that it upsets her that he doesn’t try to show off in front of her anymore

+ a while after the events of jurassic world, he takes her on a second date. he shows up with his own six-part itinerary and she can’t help but laugh at the fact that four out of the six steps are ‘kiss claire’

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Hartwin detailed filthy phone sex. Seriously throw it all in because that's the only thing they can do as horny Eggsy is too deep in mission and haven't seen Harry forever. Established relationship. Harry is a fucking tease!

((So this has been sitting in my inbox for actual months now and I could not think of a way to write it. Then along came @bulletproofsuitkink​ with her wonderful, porny ideas. I am so sorry this took so long.))

Eggsy comes first. He always comes first. He can’t very well help it with the way Harry’s voice sounds even over the phone, not when he’s been away from him for weeks or even months on end.

Harry has this way of picking up on the way his breath hitches in his chest when he starts stroking himself, melts from talking about inane things like what’s going on at headquarters or how the food is in Moscow to telling him exactly what he’s going to do to him when he gets back. Eggsy never gets the chance to reciprocate. Harry always disconnects after he comes, leaving him blissed out and slightly confused.

The solution occurs to Eggsy the next time he’s on an away mission, holed up in a dingy hotel on the outskirts of town. If he wants Harry to come, Eggsy will have to get him do it first. He’ll just have to hold out until he does. No problem, Eggsy thinks. He’s got this.

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anonymous asked:

Hi :) First of all, I love your studyblr, it's awesome. And second, I'd like to ask you for some advice. This year is going to be my last year in high school, and for almost my whole life I haven't been the type of person to sit down and study, but I this year I have to because is important. I'm already anxious about finals and all that stuff, and I don't know what to do. I'd appreciate it a lot of you could give me some advice on that topic. Thank you xx

Hi! Thank you so much! SO here are the steps I usually take in order to keep motivated when studying, they seem to have really helped me and my hope is that they can do the same for the rest of you!

1. Take one or two days off during the week for “me” time.  School is stressful and important, but, it’s also important to focus on your health.  This is especially true if you suffer from health problems (mental or physical). Just make sure that you’re not missing any due dates before you take time off.  You get a better grade if you turn your work in on time.

2.  Sometimes you’re going to turn something in late.  It’s not the end of the world.  I’ll be honest, I cried the first time I turned an assignment in late, but I still made a decent grade on it.  Sometimes things in life happen that make it hard to turn something in on time, and sometimes you can explain this to your professor and you’d be surprised at how understanding they can be.

3.  Get to know your professor and classmates.  As one of my professors told me, “I can like you and be your friend, but I will still grade your work like any other student.” If you choose to, you can tell your professors about any medical issues that can interfere with your attendance and classwork.  The school and professors are accommodating most of the time.  Make friends with your classmates.  Not only will you get a new friend, but you’ll also have a resource that can help you with notes if you miss a class.

4.  When studying, take breaks every so often.  I use the Pomodoro method and I use the app Forest to help me while studying.  I have concentration issues, and taking breaks every 45-60 minutes, helps keep me focused when I’m in studying/working mode.

5.  Don’t forget to eat something.  This is especially important to me.  I have digestive issues that sometimes leads me to make the decision to skip a meal, but I’m here to tell you this isn’t a good idea. Studying on an empty stomach is hard to do.  It doesn’t have to be a big meal, but anything is better than nothing.

6.  Take your medications as scheduled!  Do not skip a dose.  Your medication is important to your health.  If you are taking pain medication, I would recommend seeing how well you can concentrate while on it so you know at what point in studying you should take it.  Some medications are stronger than others when it comes to drowsiness.

7.  Study in a comfortable location.  If studying for a long period, study somewhere that is comfortable.  It also helps to stand up and walk around for a bit every now and then.

8.  Set goals.  Start small, for example, read x amount of pages or type x amount of pages.  

9.  Prioritize.  Start with the things that are due the soonest and work from there.

10.  Join a club if you’re able to. I’ve made great friends this way and I was able to get involved with activities on campus.

11.  If your school offers free tutoring, take advantage of it! Even if you don’t need it, it can help reinforce concepts you may need help with.  My best friend graduated with a math degree and was my math tutor, if it wasn’t for her help I wouldn’t have done so well in math.

12.  Getting an A isn’t everything. This isn’t to gloat, but to make a point.  If you worked hard for that B or C, then you did a good job and nobody can tell you different.  Doing your best is the best thing you can do for yourself.  You don’t have to have a perfect 4.0.  

13. Keep a journal/bullet journal/to do list.  Being able to see when something is due is very helpful and helps you avoid turning something in late.

14.  Don’t be afraid to make mistakes.  Mistakes are how we learn and you’re bound to make them. Don’t let them scare you.  Things don’t have to be perfect.  This is a hard tip to follow as I like everything to be perfect, but I’ve learned to let mistakes happen if they happen.

15.  Google Drive and Dropbox can be a lifesaver!  Always back up your work when you finish.  Google Drive and Dropbox allow you to access your work from anywhere and are free.

16.  Don’t worry if your notes are messy.  The point of notes is to help you remember important information. Also written notes help most (as several recent studies have shown).  Keep things practical.  When taking lecture notes, it’s also important to remember you don’t have to write down every word (something I slowly learned to change myself).