i think i listened to it whilst watching lost at some point

anonymous asked:

any tips on how to stay motivated when you've lost all motivation? im in my second semester of my last year of high school, and lately ive been having no desire to study or prioritise my work ;;

Hello! I think it is important to remember you’re nearly done! You’ve not got long and studying for these next few months can hopefully help get you where you want to be. When I was in high school I would always think that when I’d graduate and left I’d hate to have a lingering feeling of regret that I should have studied more or wasted less time doing unproductive things. My parents have said to me “I wish I’d tried harder” and I really didn’t want to feel like that. Since I’ve been graduated just over a year, I can tell you that I’m happy with how I did. I’m proud and glad I stuck it out. If you’ve got a goal that you need to achieve to get into university (for instance getting a certain mark), you should use that as motivation. Try your hardest to not only reach it, but beat it! For some other motivation tips, I’ve rounded up some of mine and other ones I’ve come across:

  • clear your study space, make it tidy and functional
  • write a to do list (either your top 3-5 priorities or a list of everything for each subject)*
  • remembering that each small step counts, whatever you’re working for won’t happen overnight so you need to get through it!
  • use the app Forest - it is motivational tool that keeps you off using your phone
  • map out your day with the tasks you need to do (either fully (like hourly) or just sort of (like doing them either first, second, third,etc))
  • think about how good it will feel to improve/pass and how proud you will be of yourself
  • remind yourself that studying or doing homework will mean you won’t get that feeling of dread and regret if you fail/receive a lower than expected mark because you didn’t make the effort
  • read motivational quotes - try searching Tumblr or Pinterest!!
  • don’t be overly tough on yourself - everyone has days where things get left or you just don’t feel like working but don’t beat yourself up for taking a bit of time to gather yourself
  • rewards!! (could be watching a new episode of your favourite show, seeing friends, buying that top you really want)
  • remembering that you’re lucky to get an education and that it can make a huge difference to your life/future
  • understanding that your current situation is not your final destination and working will get you closer!
  • use two minute rule - if something takes under two minutes, just do it. Then repeat.
  • set your self a goal and break it down into manageable objectives, follow each point through till you’re smashing your goals!
  • purchasing new stationery
  • knowing that mistakes aren’t a huge deal - you learn from them and can move on!! You aren’t failing in any way, just figuring out that you need to change your approach
  • make it fun by either testing out cool new study methods, finding a study buddy, or listening to your favourite music (that is if you can work productively whilst doing so - if not try Spotify’s ‘focus’ playlist!)
  • track your progress - either use a habit tracker or your calendar and mark off each day you do something you need to (maybe review notes, read a chapter of your textbook, etc). Seeing a chain of your progress will make you not want to break it!
  • always do just a little bit more - five more minutes, one more answer! Push through. Work at your self discipline.
  • try challenges like 100 days of productivity (could be subject specific or whatever you like - tailor it to suit you)
  • create/go through studyblr + find inspiration - posting your own things can be super motivating or if you see a mindmap or some notes you like, try to recreate your own version with your notes!
  • take breaks when necessary - don’t force yourself to over do it, burning out isn’t a good option. Take time out to relax, exercise, sleep, etc. When you go back you’ll be refreshed and ready to work!
  • stay positive - yes it can be hard to stay motivated but think of how much better it will be when you’re achieving the marks/recognition/whatever you’re hoping for!!
  • use a planner or printables to organise your monthly, weekly and daily activities - you’ll see what is upcoming and be more likely to get things organised before the time comes if you’re reminded! You can check out mine here.
  • make quick draft plans on big essays or assessments - when you first get it, you’ll have an idea what to write about since it is fresh in your mind. Jot those point down, then make a semi detailed outline of every part of the assessment. When it comes to starting it, you’ll be much more motivated since you don’t have to start from scratch and can check off bit by bit
  • find an accountability partner - find a friend (could be your school friend or someone on Tumblr) who can keep you on track by messaging regularly to track your progress with something. You won’t want to disappoint them so you’ll do whatever you’ve told them needs doing!

I hope that helps! :-) xx

*Falling Apart* Newt x reader
◘ Anonymous asked:

Hi can you write newt × reader where they are in fight,like newt doesn’t have enough time for reader and she is sad?Thanks💖

Hope you enjoy, dear Anon! 

It had been weeks since the last time you and Newt had done anything remotely romantic. You understood he was busy writing his new book and tending to his creatures, but lately, you felt rather forgotten. He barely spoke to you in-between writing, taking care of the creatures and getting supplies. Most days you either wandered around wherever you were in your journey and poke around in little shops. 

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Tulips | Alfie Solomons [part 1]

Summary: [part 1] You’re a Shelby, born between Ada and Finn. You’re not into the family business and spend most of your time as a nurse at a local hospital. Your brothers respect your distance as you try not to get caught in Peaky Blinders business. The Peaky Blinders and Alfie Solomons have been in an alliance for years. Thomas and the rest do something that might make them lose the alliance. To reassure Alfie that they’re honorable, Alfie suggests an alliance by marriage.

Originally posted by littlesati

Thomas stared at Alfie Solomons from across his desk with Polly, Arthur, and John standing behind him. Alfie sat with several men behind him, drinking a glass of Thomas’s whiskey. He looked down at the glass of whiskey he was homding and scruffed his beard before turning a glare towards Thomas.

“Why should I trust you then?”

Thomas leaned back in his chair, a hard and cold stare of his own aiming at Alfie. He had a lit cigarette in his hand and was currently dusting off the ashes. He pressed it back to his lips, inhaling sharply. 

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Fic: Walking in the deep blue night

Part three of my Heartlines AU.

Part 1 Whiskey on a Pink Dress

Part 2 - Breathing in the Half Light

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Originally posted by undertheinfinite





He arrived outside Taps for the third time and checked his watch. 6.45. He’d been round the block three times and it was still far too early. Should he go in and wait? Or should he wait outside? Or should he walk around a while longer to avoid looking too over eager?

“Jesus, Jamie. Getting a bloody grip on yerself man. She’s only a woman”

But what a woman. He hadn’t been able to get the image of her out of his head. He’d spent the whole day languishing around his apartment like a lovesick teenager, thinking about her. The soft curl of her hair on her shoulder. The way she looked at him when she’d run her finger down his cheek. He’d also fielded several angry calls and text messages from his friends wondering where he’d run off to.

“Ye’re no Cinderella, ye know’ grumbled Rupert “Ya didna need to be running off before the clock struck midnight.”

“Ah, but my work there was done, Rupe. I’d already been swept off my feet” He recounted his meeting with Claire and his plans to see her that evening.

“Ye were cramping our style there anyway.” laughed back Rupert.

“Aye, I can see how 4 married men in their thirties and forties would have been the toast of the club” Despite his big talk, Rupert had been happily married to his childhood sweetheart for 15 years and was as blissfully happy now as he had been the day he married Gina.

Rupert laughed again. “Aye, well. Gina asks are ya coming to dinner on Wednesday, she’ll likely grill you about the lassie but the kids have been asking for their Uncle Jamie.”

“I’ll be there, wouldn’t want to disappoint the bairns. Or Gina.” he added wryly.

He’d then spent an inordinate amount of time picking out clothes and trying to decide if the fact he had his knickers in a knot about going out for a drink with a woman he had spoken to for probably no more than 7 minutes meant he had severe emotional problems. Why was he so uptight? Whilst he’d not exactly been Glasgow’s version of Casanova, he had been on dates in the last few years. There had been the nice dentist that he met in the supermarket and gotten to talking to over a discussion on the merits of Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc versus Napier. They’d had dinner a few times. He’d even kissed her, but he felt no desire to pursue her and when she text him to let her know she’d been asked out by someone else, he’d wished her joy and simply never thought of her again. He vaguely realised now that probably hadn’t been her main motivation is revealing that tit bit to him.  Then there was F&B journalist he’d met at a craft beer fair when he’d first started diversifying the farm. They’d gone out once she’d spent the entire night talking about her ex, who was a musician before puking in his car on the way home. He’d seen her at a few events since but she’s given him a wide berth. His car still smelt a bit on hot days.

But this, he knew, was different. He wanted to see her, to be in her company, to breath the same air as her. The thought of hearing her laugh, of maybe being the one who made her laugh…

After his fourth lap of the block he arrived back outside the bar. 6.55. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was quiet, being Sunday night and the bar contained about a dozen people. A small group of men in the corner drinking stout and discussing the different brews, a couple at the bar, and Claire.

She sat at a table near the window, staring out at the street. There was a book of poetry spine up in front of her and she had glass and bottle in front of her. Her hair was pulled back slightly, but was starting to escape near the front. She wore black jeans and a black shirt.Her pale skin seemed to glow.  She was lovelier than he had remembered.

“I promise to try not to spill that one down you” he said with a smile. She looked up at him and he motioned to the drink in front of her. “I’m not saying I won’t, but I promise I’ll try”

She smiled back and stood. There was an awkward moment when neither of them seemed to really know what to do. He wanted to touch her, but a hug seemed too familiar, a handshake too formal. Claire solved the dilemma by putting her hand on his arm.

“It’s lovely to see you, Jamie” she said sincerely and he felt the heat rise in his face slightly.

“Oh great” he thought, “now I’m blushing” Claire sat, not seeming to notice the colour which had flooded his cheeks. She gestured for him to do the same. “I’ll just get a drink, can I get you another? A whiskey this time?”

“Oh, no, a little early in proceedings for whiskey yet. I’ll have another of these.” She tipped the bottle towards him. Lady Broch Taurach pale ale. He grinned at her. “You like that do you?”

 “oh yes, my friend Joe at work introduced me to craft beers and he’s a big fan of a little brewery near Inverness, Lallybroch, I think they’re called. I’ve developed a taste for this one”

He nodded and headed to the bar. Lallybroch microbrewery was the most recent expansion he had made to his family business. Lallybroch had been in his family since forever and was a the main factor in his decision to leave oil and gas and come home to Scotland. He was strangely chuffed that she was drinking his beer, brewed on his farm and although he knew it to be simple coincidence, he could not help but feel the same jolt of serendipitous good fortune that he’d felt when he had, quite literally, bumped into her the night before.

He returned with the drinks and sat down next to her so they could both look out of the window. Its started to rain. Because of course it had. It was Scotland. They chatted aimlessly and easily and Jamie’s nerves dissipated slightly. He was still incredibly aware of her, but she was so unassuming, so funny. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun. She told him about her job at the hospital. She’s a surgeon. He told her about Lallybroch. She picked up the bottle in front of her. “I’m impressed. And who or what, exactly is a Lady Broch Taurach?”

“Well,” he settled in to tell a much loved story. “Lallybroch has been in my family since the eighteenth century. Back then we owned the whole estate, and our family were Lairds. The estate was called Broch Taurach, the Laird and his Lady were named for the estate. We just have the farm now, but it’s plenty.  The farm itself is a proper working hill sheep farm and we have some highland cattle as well. We have a tourist bit, with a gift shop and a restaurant and the such. And then about 18 months ago I opened the brewery. We sell to quite a few places. ‘The Laird’s bedroom’, which is a stout and the pale ale” he gestured to Claire’s drink “are probably our top sellers. I live in Glasgow most of the time, running the business side of things and my sister and her husband run the farm day to day”

“A brewer, my dream man” she said with a giggle taking a swig. By this point they’d both had more than was probably sensible or wise on a Sunday night and were both finding life and each other hilarious.

“So how did you end up in Scotland? A wee Sassenach lassie like yer self?” he deliberately thickened his highland accent  in the second half of the question and once again felt a warmth in the pit of his stomach at the sheer pleasure of making her laugh.

“Oh, well” her face darkened a bit “Well, it was my husband. Frank.”

“Your, your husband?” he swallowed audibly.

“Oh we’re divorced now. That tends to happen when your wife finds you in bed with your Phd student” She said this flippantly enough, but her jaw was set and her eyes had dulled.

“I’m sorry t’hear that, Claire”

“It’s fine, really, it’s just, well” She gestured vaguely into the air in a manner that conveyed that whilst things might be fine now, at some point in the not very distant past they had been a long way from fine. “It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t just lost the baby” Tears welled in her eyes and he could see her trying to master herself. He reached forward and took her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me. You don’t owe me anything, but if you want to talk. Well, I’ll do what I can to listen”  She gave him a watery half smile at that.

“Thank you, but really. It’s in the past. It was very hard at the time. I had to do a lot to move past it, but I did and I try not to look back.”

She squeezed his hand.

“I think I might let you buy me that whiskey now”

Several very good whiskeys later he had in turn told her all about Geneva, his terrible relationship history and the real reason for his being in the nightclub on the previous night.

Claire was doubled over with laughter as he reenacted the various conversations he had with people in the run up to the night itself.

“Why everyone seemed so sure I was gonna meet the love of my life in a dodgy Glasgow disco with sticky carpets and one pound shots I’ll never know? They must have really thought I was a hopeless case”

“I’m fairly certain that was why we ended up there as well. Glenna, one of the nurses I work with, has been trying to set me up for the past year. I know that Altered Images is definitely not poor Mary’s scene and from the way Geillie and Glenna were literally trying to throw me in the path of every man that came by, I suspect this was another attempt at finding me ‘a braw laddie’” She did a truly awful Scottish accent and they both laughed again.

“Ya know what, Claire?” he asked as he regained his composure, “I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much as I have tonight, with you” Her colour heightened slightly at the compliment and she looked him in the eye.

Her eyes are the same colour as the whiskey he noted abstractly. Warm and golden, and so deep and rich you could lose yourself in them.

The moment was broken by the bar man coming over and asking them to drink up. Glancing around Jamie realised they were alone in the bar. He glanced at his watch.

“I er, well” He stuttered trying to find his thoughts. He did not want the night to end, but given that it was a Sunday night could think of no way to extend it.

“Would you like to come back to my place?” Claire asked outright with no hint of nervousness. “I have whiskey” she added teasingly, seeing him hesitate.

“Aye, why not?” He suddenly felt very alive and not a small bit reckless. He had no expectations of her, but the idea of irresponsibly drinking Scapa Glansa on a Sunday night with the woman of his dreams seemed like too good a chance to pass up.

“I only live around the corner, we can walk” Gathering up her book, which lay discarded on the table, and bag she held out a hand to him. He took it and together they walked out into the rainy night

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook x Reader - Part 6

It’s so late at night here but as always here’s the next part to 7 years. Hope you guys enjoy it. <3

PS:

There’s a BTS song reference in here somewhere. I wonder if you can find it lmao

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6 - Here  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1


Falling asleep after reading Jungkook’s note proved to be easier said then done and you found yourself staring at your ceiling, deep in thought. You couldn’t deny that lately you’ve felt a shift in your feeling towards Jungkook and his jealousy wasn’t helping you one bit. It secretly made you happy when he got frustrated over you and, now, who you hung out with.

When you finally admitted to yourself that you felt something more for Jungkook, sleep slowly crept in and the next thing you knew it was the next morning. You weren’t in a particular rush to meet Jung-Hoon and the fact that you were having a good hair day caused you to not even bother with makeup.

When 1:30 arrived, you left your house, bidding your sister and mother goodbye. The sun was out and it was late spring which meant that you could appreciate the warmth and your surroundings by walking to your destination. Arriving, you found Jung-Hoon seated at a table by the window, two drinks placed in front of him.

He seemed to notice you immediately as he waved to you and beckoned you over, sliding one of the plastic cups towards you.

“I didn’t know what you liked so I ordered you a caramel iced frappé.” Your eyebrows creased for a split second before you regained your cheerful mood.

“Well, you managed to order my favourite drink. Have you been watching me?” For some reason, Jung-Hoon stiffened at your joke and you blinked twice in confusion.

“Relax, Jung-Hoon. I’m just joking.” He let out a nervous chuckle and alarm bells rang in your head.

“I know you’re joking. It just caught me off guard.” You made up your mind. If anything weird happened you were definitely leaving. You knew when something wasn’t right and right now Jung-Hoon was making you extremely suspicious.

“Okay… so why did you want to hang out?” He paused at sipping his drink to look up at you through his eye lashes. Shooting you a dimpled smile, he rubbed the back of his head.

“I just think you’re a great person and wanted to get to know you better.”

Slowly nodding, you took a sip out of your own drink, watching him with slight caution. He seemed like he didn’t have any hidden motives and after you came to this conclusion you allowed yourself to relax a bit, resulting in an hour long conversation. Soon both of you held empty cups in your hand and Jung-Hoon stood from his seat, grabbing your cup.

“I’ll go throw these out and get their special dessert.”

Grabbing his hand, you stopped him from moving away.

“You don’t have to, I can pay for myself.” You received a shake of the head and a grin.

“No, don’t worry. I called you out so I should pay.” Taking your hand off his arm, he made his way to the bin and then the counter. He seemed to be genuinely nice but you felt that something was off.

Deciding to trust your gut feeling, you began to think of an excuse to leave. When Jung-Hoon approached your table, you opened your mouth to speak but was interrupted when he suddenly sat beside you leaving little to no space between your bodies.

“Um… what are you doing?” The blank stare you gave him did nothing to the sly smile that was currently present on his face and his hand landed on your thigh.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been so stiff this whole time. Just unwind…” he leaned in towards you and the puckering of his lips caused something inside you to snap.

So that’s what this was.

Smashing the palm of your hand into his face, you pushed him back, much to his surprise.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are to try some stupid shit like this but I’m not an easy girl. So I suggest you turn the fuck around and go back home Jung-Hoon.”

Apparently, he didn’t like that.

He snatched your wrist and pulled your hand off his face, leaning in once more. When you went to push him with your other hand, he restrained you.

Where the fuck was everyone in this café?

“No, you listen to me. Just fucking give me a kiss and stop being so stuck up. Then I’ll have no use for you and I’ll leave you alone.”

No use? What were you a fucking wet wipe?

“Let me go before I break your neck, you jerk.” You had no chance to follow through with your words because within a second, Jung-Hoon disappeared from in front of you.

It took you another split second to realise he was on the floor and someone was on top of him, fists raining down on his face.

“You worthless piece of shit! Who are you to touch my Y/N!” The possessive voice belonged to none other than Jungkook, who was mercilessly punching Jung-Hoon with every word.

To be honest, you had never seen him get into a fight so your shock caused you to freeze for a good minute or so. When you snapped out of it, you leaped out of your seat and proceeded to grab under his arms and pull him off the almost motionless body underneath him.

“Jungkook stop! I think he gets it!”
He ignored you and scrambled back to his target, grabbing his collar and bringing his fist back. Launching yourself at his back, you clung onto his arm, restricting him of any movement.

“Jeon Jungkook fucking stop!” When his full name left your mouth, his whole body froze and the hand that held Jung-Hoon’s collar slowly released its grip on it. He soon got back on his feet and grabbed you by your arm, hauling you up. It was only then that you noticed Namjoon standing before two boys that were clearly friends of Jung-Hoon.

“Hyung let’s go.” Namjoon snapped his attention to the both of you and shoved his hands in his pockets, stepping over Jung-Hoon’s body.

Jungkook dragged you out of the café and away from the watchful eyes of the bystanders. When you had made it down the street, he halted his movements and turned to face you.

“You alright? He didn’t do anything else did he?” Shaking your head, he visibly sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair.

“How did you know?” Returning his attention to you, he glanced at Namjoon then back at you.

“We were in the café the whole time, sitting at the back. His friends were on the table beside us and I heard them start talking about some bullshit bet they made and that’s when he tried to fucking kiss you.”

You made the connections in your head as Jungkook waited for your reaction. Normally, you would have been annoyed that he had followed you but it’s not like you actually wanted to be out with Jung-Hoon in the first place. So instead of snapping at him and walking away, you stepped forward and gave him quick peck on the cheek. Sure, you were acting out of character but his intentions were so innocent, even if he ended up beating someone to a pulp.

You also wouldn’t admit that the small crush you had on him that had been gradually growing caused you to want to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He didn’t seem all too shocked by it, if anything he seemed to be smug, the evidence being the smirk plastered on his face.  "Looks like your jealousy was helpful for something.“ Namjoon chuckled whilst Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

"But Namjoon why did you come with Kookie today?” He slung his arm over your shoulder and pinched your cheek affectionately.

“Well you see, since Seagull over here is like a little brother to me, that automatically makes you my little sister.” You burst into laughter at the nickname Namjoon had used and Jungkook’s eyes widened in embrassment. He once again grabbed your arm and all but wrenched you from Namjoon’s firm grasp.

“Come on, Y/N. We’re going back to mine to hangout with the others.” Rolling your eyes at his possessive nature, you allowed him to tug you down the streets, Namjoon following close behind with a dimpled grin.

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Spending the rest of the day playing video games with the boys was more fun than it sounded. Taehyung’s constant whining whenever he lost against Jimin on Black Ops caused Yoongi to throw hilariously rude insults at the boy. It became worse when they bet on the line distribution of a demo song called ‘Cypher’.

The poor boy almost ended up in tears.

When the evening had crept in, they all began to bid their farewells  one by one leaving only you and Jungkook. Your initial plan was to head home but Jungkook had other ideas.

“I called your mum and she said it was fine for you to stay over.” You let out a huff of annoyance, navigating around his tall frame. “That’s not the point, you idiot. The point is I never said I was staying over, heck, you didn’t even mention it!”

Making your way to his front door, you slipped your shoes back on and grabbed your bag only to be stopped by Jungkook’s body blocking the exit.

“You’re not leaving. It’s too late for you to leave.” Glancing at your watch, you then raised an eyebrow at his pathetic attempt to keep you at his house.

“Its nine thirty.”

“Yeah! I’m not letting you leave this late.” He challenged your blank face with a glare. You were getting nowhere with this conversation until he switched tactics.

Out of nowhere, he dropped the glare and pouted. Not a playful pout, oh no, a sad pout he matched with 'puppy dog eyes’. You felt your resolve weaken and before you knew it you were dropping your bag to the floor.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay.” Suddenly, you were lifted up into the air and thrown over his shoulder. You let out small shriek at the sudden action and watched as stairs suddenly came into view. He only dropped you when he had reached his room and began searching through his drawers.

“Don’t worry, I have spare clothes you can wear and a spare toothbrush.”

“Oh really? Well do you happen to have spare underwear too?” You thought you had caught him there and you mentally patted yourself on the back. Your celebration was short lived, however, when he craned his neck and gave you a sly bunny-like grin.

“Oh my god, that’s so creepy, never do that again.” Your only reply was a fresh pair of underwear thrown at your face. Snatching the matching underwear duo from your face, you shot him a look that expressed how creeped out you were.

“Y/N, you didn’t actually think this was spontaneous did you? I’m 18, I know what I need to know.”

Why did It sound like he was quoting lyrics?

“Okay, as your friend I think it’s my duty to let you know that you’re as weird as it gets.” He only shook his head in mild amusement before handing you a pair of shirts and an old t-shirt. Taking both articles of clothing, you made your way to his bathroom whilst giving him a genuinely concerned look, to which he brushed off with a snicker.

Once you had changed, you exited the bathroom to find he had set up a bed on the floor which he was currently occupying. Not being one to turn down the opportunity of a bed, you stepped over him and climbed under his bed covers.

“Hey! Don’t you know that if you step over someone they get shorter!?”

“Jungkook, shut up.”

It wouldn’t be a real sleepover without snacks and a movie, so you both opted to watch Sin City and brought out bowls of popcorn and ice cream. If there was one thing you knew about Jungkook it was that the later it got, the more nonsense he spoke and apparently this hadn’t changed at all since the last sleepover you had all those years ago. When the movie had ended and you spent the next few hours speaking, you made the not so hard decision to make him go to sleep. As funny as it was to hear him spout crap, you knew he was going to embarrass himself.

“I think you need to sleep now, Kookie.”

“But I don’t want t-”

“Go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

“…”

“…”

“We should get married, Y/N.”

“Shut up and sleep.”

“I’m being serious our kids would b-”

“Jungkook.”

“What?”

“Fucking sleep or I’ll burn your IU albums.”

That effectively shut him up.


The Little Things

Learning to Walk

How BTS will confess their love for you


How BTS will fall in love

How BTS will have their first kiss


Originally posted by rapdaegu

Jin

His confession would be over-thought, but a very meaningful thing for him.
He’d have spent an entire week padding around the dorm in a quietly brooding state, worrying the other guys with just how thoughtful he’d become, but inside he’d simply be debating and worrying over how to make his confession to her perfect. From Jin’s point of view he was already sure of both his and her love for one another, being assured by the way the two of them slotted together so perfectly into each others lives from the start; with her work schedule meaning he’d get to arrive home before her to make her dinner most days (be it at the dorm or her place), the way the moment her parents had met him they’d approved of him greatly, how each of her little habits only seemed endearing to him and vice versa.
He’d end up meeting her outside of her work building, the sight of him stood so obviously in the open making her raise her eyebrows in surprise at all the people walking past with the potential to recognize him, but by the way he stands so relaxed with just a smile on his face, she’d discard her worries in exchange for the happy, carefree attitude that seemed to be radiating from him. 
‘What are you doing here, Handsome?’ she’d ask, smiling at the bashful grin that would come across his face with her pet name for him, before he’d step close to her and pull her gently, yet definitely into his embrace, the way his heart was hammering in his chest being felt by her even through their clothes.
‘Are you nervous about something?’ she’d ask, frowning in confusion at the way Jin was acting, but being cut off from her concerns when he quickly leans in to touch a brief kiss to her lips before cradling her face between his palms and taking a deep breath.
‘Y/N, you mean more to me than anything else in the world. And i want you to know, I love you.’
Once he’d said the words, Jin would feel at peace with himself, despite being slightly concerned by the shocked expression on her face, but as soon as he saw the glimmer of tears in her eyes and the ecstatic smile attempting to take over her features, he’d grin at her with the sun shining out of his eyes, before reconnecting their lips once more.

Originally posted by mn-yg

Yoongi

Confessing for Yoongi would simultaneously be just too easy, whilst also causing him heart palpitations that would rival the best drum solo in the world. Although Yoongi had come off as relaxed, playful, and even at times lazy during his relationship, he knew that his girlfriend appreciated the effort he put into his work, and into showing how much he loved and adored her, which only added to the list of reasons why he want to tell her he loved her.
He have called her over to the studio one evening, after spending a couple of weeks thinking about just how to tell her, and once she arrived, thinking that he just wanted some company, his heart would begin to pound, every time he caught her eye making him suffocate the words he wanted to say out of nervousness. 
‘Gi, are you okay?’ she’d ask at one point, frowning worriedly at him from her seat beside him at the sound desk, having been sat watching him fiddle repeatedly with sliders and switches and noticing a few minutes before that a blank file was all that was showing on the screen in front of him. But he’d simply turn to her with a smile, which only hinted at his hesitation, before nodding assuredly at her, letting her pull one of his hands into her lap, and turning back to pretend to be doing work once more as he felt her massage his knuckles with her dainty touch, the warmth from her hands seeping into him easily.
Eventually, it would get to the point that Yoongi would suggest heading back home, feeling disappointed in himself when he realizes he still hadn’t been able to tell her, but being pleasantly surprised when she suggests that he stays at her place, the notion not being new, but still being exciting and stomach warming all the same. 
It would be when they had finally climbed into bed that night, with Yoongi spooning her from behind, enjoying being able to hold her, this being after numerous times of her asking Yoongi if he was okay, or if there was anything on his mind that he wanted to talk about, that he’d finally get the courage to speak the words. He’d wait till she was asleep, rubbing his hand gently and soothingly against her shirt-clad stomach, whilst staring at the back of her head, before he’d finally whisper; ‘I was going to tell you earlier, but i was too nervous, but…I love you, Y/N.’
However, after two minutes of silence, during which time Yoongi began to regret not telling her while she was awake, she’d timidly begin to turn over to look at him, coming to lie facing him and reaching up to touch her palm gently to his jaw as she looked him in the eye sleepily.
‘As much as i want to hit you right now for making me worry about you for the past 6 hours, you should know…I love you too, Yoongi.’

Originally posted by sunbaejin

Hoseok

His confession would be one of those cliche movie moments where the couple is laughing happily together at something, so unguarded with each other that they’d lost any self-consciousness they had, and just as he’d turn to appreciate how beautiful she looked while she laughed, he’d just blurt out with a huge grin;
‘I love you.’
Her laughing would tumble off into silence as she’d register what he’d said, the two of them watching each other for a minute straight before Hobi would cough awkwardly and find the remote for the television to pause the comedy film they’d been watching.
‘I, uh-’
‘Really?’ she’d ask, turning to face him properly, and seeming to have an element of excitement in her eyes as she waited for his response.
‘Do you love me?’ he’d retort, his self-consciousness getting the better of him as he began to think that she didn’t feel the same way and that she was about to tease him for confessing, but as she continued to watch him with an amazed gaze, her hands finding his in his lap, he’d think that maybe, for once, he’d said something right.
‘I do. I’ve…I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while…I just didn’t know how to.’ she’d murmur, her ears feeling hot as he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear that had tumbled into her face as she’d bowed her head, and without pausing for thought he’d lean towards her and kiss her gently, his hand holding her neck to keep her in place, before he’d pull back to look at her.
‘You know i was just joking?’ he’d ask suddenly, thinking it would be hilarious to mess with her and at the same time trying to lighten the mood, but as soon as her face fell he’d be quick to widen his eyes with a loud ‘yah! I’m just messing with you. I love you more than anything, Y/N!’ before grinning and pulling her playfully into him as she hit out at his chest, the two of them falling into fits of happy giggles before looking back at one another and fastening their lips once more.

Originally posted by theseoks

Namjoon

Confessing, for Namjoon, would be the biggest deal for him– but he’d be the only one to know that. Usually one to be open about his thoughts with her and always the one to want to know how she was feeling, Namjoon would become a little more quiet during the usual night-time routine of repetitive texts and phone calls with one another; the hour long chats about nothing but gibberish and laughter becoming increasingly sparse in topic due to his numerous attempts at trying to decide if he was really ready to confess to her or not.
It would get to the point that she’d hang up on him one night, too frustrated by his lack of an answer that rather than wait for him to say something she’d instead silently end the call, more out of sadness than frustration, beginning to believe that he didn’t feel comfortable enough to talk to her openly anymore.
‘Namjoon-ah…you’ve been staring at the ceiling for 5 minutes straight now, are you even still on the phone to Y/N?’ 
It would only be the question posed by one of his older friends that would pull Namjoon far enough out of his thoughts for him to realize that she’d hung up on him, his sudden confusion over the situation leading him to hurry to call her back, before listening repeatedly to the voice of her answer-tone. He’d then proceed to message her multiple times, but after 30 minutes of receiving nothing, during which time he’d begin to panic over the situation and think that something was really wrong, he wouldn’t be able to wait any longer and he’d sprint out of the dorm, not thinking about anything else but going to check she was okay.
When he’d turn up at her apartment he’d bash frantically at the door, imagining her having collapsed on the floor, and trying to think of everything he could do to get inside, reaching the point of near panic, before she’d appear in the doorway in front of him with tired eyes and a confused frown.
‘Namjoon, what-’
She wouldn’t have time to ask him why he was there before he’d wrapped her up in a bear hug, heart still racing so hard from his panic that he’d find words tumbling from his mouth without any filter, the phrase ‘I love you’ being repeated over and over, making her smile a jaw-achingly bright smile, but going unnoticed by Namjoon as he babbled on, the only thing stopping him from talking and making him realize what he’d said being the way she hugs him back warmly, before murmuring the words;
‘I love you too, Namjoon.’

Originally posted by itschiminie

Jimin

Jimin’s confession would be so incredibly sweet, yet the most nerve-wracking thing for him. Despite the way they’d both always bid each other goodnight and goodbye with the words, actually saying them sincerely was not something that had been attempted by either of them yet.
Something that Jimin couldn’t held but think about all the time.
He’d first decide that he wanted to confess to her sincerely when he’d fallen ill one day, and she’d taken it upon herself to make sure he got better. He’d assumed that she’d simply gone out and bought soup and ice cream for him from the shop before she’d arrived at the dorm and had proceeded to make him as comfortable as possible on the sofa so that he could watch a movie. But when she left momentarily to use the bathroom and Taehyung had turned to him with an inquisitive look, it had soon come out just what lengths she had gone to.
‘Did you know she went out and bought the ingredients for that soup from some fancy organic place outside of town?’
‘What?’ Jimin would ask in confusion, widening his eyes at how much unnecessary effort she’d gone to for him.
‘Yeah, She was telling me how it had taken three buses to get there from her work after she’d managed to get off early, since she rushed to finish all her work so that she could come and look after you… -Seemed really pleased with herself that she’d managed to do it, too!’ Taehyung continued to explain from his place beside Jimin on the sofa, his eyes moving to behind his friend to signal that she’d re-entered the room.
‘Jimin, i got your pillow from your room so that you’d be more comfortable, i hope thats o-’
‘Jagi-yah, did you get off work early, take three buses, and make special soup just for me?’ Jimin would ask in awed shock and a croaky voice, looking up at his girlfriend like she was some kind of angel- his angel- and watching her widen her eyes and blush a little as she glares momentarily at Taehyung for telling him.
‘Well yeah…just because…well i want you to get better…and you never let me look after you normally…and i just wanted you to feel like-’
‘I love you.’
The words would be definite and sincere as he spoke them, his nervousness dissipating into nothing as he’d stare at her, wanting to convey the truth in the ordinary three words, and finding himself smiling as she screwed up her mouth in embarrassment, quickly padding over to sit on the sofa beside him and curling into his blanket cocooned side as she mumbles the words back to him, the phrase being like music to his ears as he burrowed out of the blankets to hug her back.
‘You know i’m being sincere, right-’ he’d murmur, wanting to make extra sure she knew he was being serious, and finding himself blushing and smiling as his heart raced at her answer.
‘I know. So am I. I always have been.’

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Taehyung

His confession would be playful, if a little unconventional.
More than anything, Taehyung’s relationship would be founded on friendship and fun, and so when he made the decision to confess to her formally, he wanted to do it in such a way, that she’d always remember it– even though he’d proceed to tell her everyday.
Although that doesn’t mean it would be some grand show, because Taehyung would find the perfect moment in a minute of silence the two of them would share.
It would be when he’d invited her over for a sleep-over, the two of them building a blanket fort in the main room of the dorm and proceeding to stuff it with a mountain of popcorn, crisp, and chocolate packets that he’d bought specifically for the event, the two of them having laughed for 5 minutes straight when she’d turned up at the door with the exact same bag of snacks. As they’d been curled up together watching an old 60′s jazz musical that Taehyung had mentioned in passing and that she’d shown an interest in, he’d see how focused she was on the film and realize that his moment was upon him.
Making sure to be discreet, and quiet, whilst also being continually distracted by the film, he’d go about his mission, suddenly turning and kissing her quickly, to stun her out of her fixation of the film when he’d finished, and quickly pausing it so that she wouldn’t miss anything.
‘What was that for?’ she’d ask in bewilderment, fighting to keep a shy smile off of her face as he’d rub his hand over the top of her arm where his own was wrapped around her shoulders.
‘Mm.’ he’d hum, nodding his head in the direction of the area in front of them, and going to smirk at his handiwork, before he realizes she’s looking between him and the t.v. with a confused expression.
‘What?’
‘M-m-n.’ he’d hum again, this time nudging her feet with his own to move them out of the way slightly, and revealing to her his incredible work of art which consisted of popcorn lying over the floor in the slightly skewed formation of the words ‘I love you’.
‘When did you do that?’ she’d grin, leaning forward to inspect his masterpiece, and gasping when she realizes what it said.
‘Awww, Tae!’ she’d coo, leaning into him and hugging him tightly, the move making him grin hugely to himself as he hugs her back happily.
‘I love you, too.’ would come her happy response, tilting her head up as she speaks, and grinning against his mouth as he kisses her happily, moments before the sound of a loud crunch is heard and he snaps his head up to see Jungkook with wide eyes as he looks at the ruined art on the floor.
‘YAH!’

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook

Jungkook’s confession would be unavoidably nervous, yet not planned or over-thought in anyway.
Of course, he would have thought about saying the words a few times, with she and him having been in a relationship for an extended period of time it was unavoidable. However, it would only be once the two of them were truly comfortable with one another that the implication of the phrase would actually begin to mean something to him.
The actual confession itself would be after the two of them had gone on one of their monthly hiking trips. Jungkook would have chosen a particularly hard trail that day, having joked with her all the way along as she’d complained that she was more tired than usual, and having to carry her on his back at one point when she’d insisted she needed a rest, the moment simply making him grin in amusement as she’d sang to him in payment the whole way.
‘Yah, if you can sing, why can’t you walk?’ he’d ask playfully, being rewarded with an aggravated hum, before having his neck pinched in repayment for his sarcastic comment.
They’d continue on until they reached the precipice of the small mountain they’d been climbing, the view catching them both off guard as they’d stop, and they’d both descend into silence as they took in the beauty before them, Jungkook hearing her still panting with the effort to get air to return to her lungs after the last 4k uphill climb, and pulling her into him to hug her supportively as they continued to stand in quiet.
‘Its times like this when you expect people to say something really philosophical or meaningful, but i haven’t got any words-’ she begins to say, the wonder in her gaze as she took in the view not going unnoticed by Jungkook, and her amazed expression causes him to cut her off with the three infamous words;
‘I love you.’
She’d look up at him, face expressionless as she took in his words, but the whole time Jungkook would simply look back at her with a fond grin, the look slowly turning into a cheeky smile before he squeezed her closer to him with his arm and turned to look back out at the view.
‘I guess that wasn’t the smart, meaningful thing you meant…’ he mutters to himself off handedly, trying to push away the feeling of unease at having confessed to her so blatantly, but he’d be saved from the feeling of doubt by her suddenly saying his name;
‘Jungkook?’
‘Yeah?’
Before standing on tiptoe and crashing her lips to his.

(T.B.C)

A Massive Spones Rec List

The Spones fandom is made up of some of the most talented people but is tiny and in need of more content. Due to this fact, there are significantly less Spones fics so I searched extra hard to compile a good, lengthy list of fics.. and somehow managed to find way more fics than I did for my Mckirk one?? Why am I such trash, help I need a life.

(Listed alphabetically: ** = favourite)


Addressed to the Damn Doctor by ElloPoppet | 2.5k, T

Spock writes McCoy a letter of confession, despite not quite knowing how to write a love letter. (A super sweet insight into Spock’s mind, especially on his thoughts on the Enterprise’s resident doctor.)

Best Medicine for the Worst Patient by gammadolphin | 8.5k, T

It’s a special kind of hell, becoming obsessed with the laughter of a man who barely even smiles unless he’s high or dying of blood loss. Leonard doesn’t handle it particularly well. (A hilariously frustrating fic in which Bones becomes a little too obsessed with trying to hear Spock laugh just once more.)

Blues March by IntuitivelyFortuitous | 7k, T

Leonard McCoy sees his friends bleed. He loves the blood when it is inside them, flushing their cheeks and warming their skin. When it colors his hands on the operating table, he can think of little but the time he has with them, and a minute is too long to waste. He’s not going to let Spock get away that easily. (Gruesome and sad yet somehow really sweet.)

The Body by therev | 13k, T

McCoy’s consciousness is transferred into an android body after a fatal accident. Spock helps him remember the man he used to be. (Wow a really creative and fascinating fic that could have gone totally wrong if it hadn’t been written by such a talented author.)

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! Would you please write a Clony fic where Tony and Clay get caught making out?!? ❤️;)

Read it on AO3

1 – Ryan Shaver

The first time Clay and Tony get caught making out is unfortunately, by Liberty High’s biggest gossip. It is about a month into sophomore year and so far Clay has managed to avoid being in something scandalous enough to be printed on the pages of the infamous ‘Lost and Found’ zine’, however there was no way he was going to avoid this one. It started about a month ago, this… thing he had with Tony. He couldn’t really put a label on what it was, all he knew was that it was fun and exciting, and Tony sure was a goddamn excellent kisser. So excellent, in fact, that Clay decided that waiting until after school to put his mouth on the other boy was far too long a stretch to go without.

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Secrets And Lies - Two

Reid x Reader

Another three months had gone by since that night in the hotel room. It hadn’t gone down as Y/N had envisioned it, Spencer hadn’t broken it off with her and broken her heart.

Instead he’d gently coaxed out of her the words she’d been so scared of speaking, replying with his own declaration of love and adoration for her.

“So what happens now?” she’d asked.

“I’ll leave Georgia so we can be together, if that’s what you want.”

“Spencer, this isn’t just about what I want. This won’t work if it’s just about me. You have to want this to. Because it’s a big ask for you to hurt the person you’ve been with for so long.”

“But if I don’t hurt her, I’m hurting you. And myself. I want this, I want you. It’s wrong how this has happened, but it has. We have to accept that. We did something wrong and we have to make it right.”

So when he’d crept out of Y/N’s room that morning, it was with a promise that once Georgia arrived home that evening, he’d end things. And that he’d let Y/N know as soon as it was done.

So she waited, all night. For a phone call, a text message, a knock at her door that never came. And by the early hours of the morning she’d convinced herself that their conversation earlier had been a lie, and that Spencer just hadn’t been able to handle letting her down to her face. She berated herself for being so dumb, so stupid. For believing the words of a man that would cheat on his girlfriend. Y/N worked herself into a state and when it was time for work the next morning, she had one hell of a job trying to cover her puffy eyes and dry lips from all of the crying.

She was sure she’d managed it though until a moment on the teams jet. Y/N had gone to the bathroom and when she opened the door to leave, JJ was standing there waiting for her.

“Everything okay?” she asked, her concerned blue eyes searching Y/N’s face.

“Erm yeah. Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been very quiet this morning and….. Well, you don’t seem yourself right now. If there’s anything you want to talk about, we can you know.”

She very nearly tugged Jennifer into the bathroom with her then, ready to break down and spill all of the details of hers and Spencer’s sordid affair. But she glanced down the aisle and saw Spencer look up from his book, catching her eye.

“Everything’s fine JJ. I just didn’t sleep well last night that’s all.”

The blonde profiler chose to let it go as Y/N moved passed her and back to her seat, avoiding Spencer’s gaze.

Later that night when the team were at their motel, Y/N heard a knock on her door as she was getting ready for bed. Thinking it was JJ coming to pry again, she opened the door to see it was Spencer and immediately tried to close it on him. She wasn’t in the mood for this. Not here, not now. He blocked her move and pushed into the room, closing the door behind him.

“I need to explain,” he said quietly as she looked every where in the room but at him.

“No you don’t, it’s fine. I get it.”

“Y/N……Look at me, please.”

When she didn’t, Spencer crossed the room to her and gently cupped her chin with his hand, turning her face to his.

“I couldn’t do it yesterday. I will do it, I swear it. But I can’t do it right now,” his hazel eyes were full of conflict and emotion and Y/N wanted to pull away from him but found that she wasn’t able to make herself.

“When Georgia came home yesterday, she was a mess. Her Dad called her whilst she was driving home, her Mom died.”

Oh.

“You see, as much I want to end things with her, I can’t hurt her anymore right now. I need to stay with her until the funeral is over at least, possibly a bit longer. I don’t want to stay with her though but I have to right now, please don’t think that this is an excuse. I can show you the messages from her that she’s sent me today if you don’t believe me.”

Did Y/N really want to be the person who asked for proof of something like that? No. Even though a tiny part inside her head was saying that it wasan excuse, she didn’t think it was. And as much as she wanted to be truly selfish here, she understood Spencer’s reasoning. Georgia was going to need him.

But for how long? Because she needed him too.

“You’re still…. You’re still going to end it. You still want us?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Spencer nodded and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, embracing her and she buried her head into his shirt.

“I still want us. More than you’ll ever know. I just…. I can’t give you a time frame here. I want to say a few weeks, but it could be a month or so. I know it’s a lot to ask but… can you give me that time? Will you wait? I’ll understand if you can’t, it’ll kill me inside but I understand.”

“Spencer, I’ll wait for you. I love you.”

“I love you too. So very much.”

So time passed by, Spencer and Y/N continued their affair behind Georgia’s back, leaving both of them feeling terrible after each brief encounter.

Because Georgia had taken some time off from her job to deal with her grief, that meant that Spencer and Y/N didn’t get much time with each other. A few snatched moments when they were in a motel when out on a case was really all they had, something neither of them liked doing because they were in such close proximity to the team. A phone call here and there at the weekend, text messages which Y/N knew Spencer would delete straight away.

She hated this but she didn’t realise that he hated it even more. She didn’t know the pain he was going through trying to be there for someone he no longer loved, trying to soothe them and to assure them that everything would be okay when he knew that he was going to make everything not okay as soon as he felt able to do it.

Which was another sore point between the two lovers.

Y/N wanted a date, a time limit on how long she’d have to wait. When the first month turn into two months and then stretched to the third, she because increasingly frustrated with Spencer and it showed when they were together. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this a secret.

Every time her phone sang out Spencer’s ring tone, she answered eagerly, wanting it to be him telling her he’d done it. But it never was.

And whenever she pressed the subject, he’d tell that he loved her but that the time wasn’t right yet; that Georgia was still a mess.

And so she continued to wait, hating herself, hating him, and hating Georgia because she had the one thing that she wanted. Spencer.

Y/N knew the woman wasn’t having an easy time with life currently. She constantly stalked her Facebook and Twitter, and Georgia was regularly leaving messages on her Mom’s Facebook wall telling her how much she missed her.

Still, every time she saw her update it to an activity that included Spencer, she seethed onside.

“Watching the new Dr Who and eating a home cooked steak with the boy. Can always count on him to cheer me up.”

Nope. Nope nope NOPE.

Status’s like that made Y/N want to drive around to Spencer’s apartment to show Georgia just exactly what her boy had been up to. But she didn’t. Because she didn’t want to end this for Spencer. He had to do it.

Later on in the evening when Y/N would be lying in bed, Reid would normally text her. She knew that meant Georgia was asleep. He’d apologise, he knew she checked up on them. And then he’d assure that he loved HER, and that they’d be together soon.

Y/N just felt lost now. She was stuck in limbo. She’d told Spencer that she’d wait, but so far she couldn’t see that he was making any movement towards leaving his partner.
She understood his predicament, but it didn’t make it any easier on her. The last two times they’d managed to spend time with each other she’d ended up sobbing uncontrollably after he’d left.

He shouldn’t be leaving her, he should be staying the night, holding her tight. They should be waking up with each other, spending everyday together.

But they weren’t.

And he just kept asking her to wait.

She couldn’t confide in anyone about this or ask for their advice. Even JJ had stopped asking her if anything was wrong whenever she saw her puffy eyes. Y/N wondered if the team actually suspected anything. No one said anything to them and Y/N thought they did a pretty good job of hiding things when they were at work, but they did work with profilers after all.

They also had to have picked up the fact the Reid hardly mentioned Georgia now unless he was directly asked about her. And whenever he did, Y/N would bury her head in whatever paperwork she had in front of her, trying desperately not to listen.

When the three months stretched into another, Y/N came to a decision. She called him up and made him meet her at a small café they’d discovered together.

“You have three weeks Spencer. Til the end of this month. I can’t wait any longer than that. If you don’t tell her then…. ”

“What, you’ll tell her?” was secretly what Spencer was hoping she’d say. He was too much of a coward to do it himself really. He knew he was dragging this out for far longer than he should. He knew he was hurting Y/N terribly but he just…. Couldn’t. Every time he thought that he was ready to tell Georgia, something would happen. She’d find an old picture of her and her Mom or she’d be reminded of an old memory and she’d start to cry again. And Spencer couldn’t bring himself to add to those tears.

“No. I’m not telling her for you. You have to do that yourself. But if you don’t tell her, I’m gone. I’ve been speaking with Hotch, letting him know that I’m looking into transferring out. He’ll support my application to move. At the end of this month, we all have our two weeks mandatory leave. I’ve rented a cabin by a lake to spend some time either by myself to get over you, or to spend it with you. I’ll be leaving at nine am on the Friday morning. If you’re not waiting at my apartment by nine am, we’re done. And when I return, I’m handing in my transfer papers.”

With that, Y/N stood up and walked away, leaving Spencer sitting shell shocked at the table.

A/N: Lemme know what you think!

My Nirvana

Author: @dylan-trash-tbh
Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader
Words: 2299


A/N: This is sad. I am sad. Everything is sad.
Keep in mind that English isn’t my first language! Thanks a lot to my lifesaver @cynicallystiles💙 for proofreading, editing and for not letting me delete this, even though I thought it was shitty ✨ your support means a lot!

Please let me know what you think 💖


Originally posted by haidaspicciare


Who would have thought that ‘forever’ sometimes means ‘until someone better comes along’.

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Christmas Eve

23

Harry was already up and dressing himself by the time my eyes opened to Christmas Eve.
Regardless of the fact I had woken in the middle of the night when I’d heard his gentle whimpers, it felt like I’d had a pretty solid sleep. Waking felt natural, welcomed and easy.
I watched as Harry buttoned up an extravagant, oversized blue shirt, flowers woven into the material, climbing up towards the top as though his head was the sun.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I'm sorry if you've already answered this but I was wondering if you had any tips on staying focused and committed in lectures? My lectures always make me tired and I end up leaving early. I really want to do well but when I try and stick it out, I don't retain anything anyways. Thanks in advance. :)

Helloo! No need to apologise! Here are a few things you could try:

  • make a commitment to yourself - write down a goal of going to and staying in 2/3 lectures during the week. If you manage, reward yourself! If you fail, you’ll have let down yourself and probably feel bad about it. Whilst feeling bad about it isn’t awesome, it’s a good way to motivate yourself to try again next time!
  • don’t bring your laptop unless your need it - I think everyone is tempted to go on random sites, do random stuff, just generally zone out if their laptop is in-front of them. I am no different haha! Unless you absolutely need it, it might be worth trying writing your notes.
  • put your phone away - again, it’s tempting to look at it! Put it in your bag so you can’t just pick it up whenever you’re bored. Or use Forest or FocusNow apps to gamify your time management and help you stop checking your phone!
  • sit closer to the front - it might just force you to pay a little closer attention plus you might not want to walk out in front of the entire lecture hall. If you’re in a tough spot to get out from at ease, you might just wait and sit through the whole thing!
  • be prepared beforehand - see if you can find the material before the lecture begins and make sure you’ve done any required readings. If you’ve got an understanding, it might be more interesting to you and therefore you become more engaged. This can also mean you end up only taking the most relevant notes!
  • eat and drink wisely - if you’re feeling tired, try eating an apple (or drinking coffee) beforehand. 
  • be active (even if it’s just in your mind) - write down any questions you have or answers to rhetorical questions your lecturer mentions. If you’re confident enough to answer or ask questions, go ahead!
  • if you zone out, try to get back into focus - we all do it, there is not need to beat yourself up about it! Just take a moment to regain concentration and listen.
  • record and review the lecture - if your lectures are already recorded, it could be worth watching them again should you have really lost focus. Or if you notice at some point you’ve stop listening write down the time and then go back in the recording to that point so you aren’t just hoping it isn’t important. If they aren’t recorded by your uni, Microsoft OneNote has a great recording feature!

Hope this helps! xx

Bête Noire (M)

» prince!junmyeon, 11.1k, can i request smut w/ the reader and either junmyeon or yixing?

warning: smut (again vanilla, first time for both), mentions of death, violence, torture, medieval concepts, witchcraft, pagan ideas and a bunch of other things you can expect

part of the royal!exo au series

He's not in love. He has to keep telling himself this as the pair of you just keep watching and looking and it is so intense. He’s not kissed someone before so he doesn’t know if he should kiss you but his mind is a mess and he thinks that he must kiss you.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

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anonymous asked:

For the meme thing, would you consider doing "grew up as best friends but you got hot over the summer can i touch ur biceps AU"?

Derek has a real problem. Well, not a problem, a crush. It’s just that his crush is on his chem partner, and the scrawny guy he used to tease about not being able to keep up with during their running exercises, and his favorite person to sit next to in the dining hall and make up conversations other people were having with. His crush is on Stiles. Stiles that threw himself into the desk next to Derek’s two years ago and told him they were going to be partners, and hadn’t given Derek a choice in the matter. He’d declared Scott— his very best friend— had abandoned him to sit with his girlfriend, and that Derek was going to take his place. 

Derek never had actually taken Scott’s place. Scott would flick paper aeroplanes over to Stiles’ desk, and they’d hit Derek in the face, instead. When Stiles followed Derek into lunch, and began detailing the racy argument a couple two tables over were definitely not old enough to be having, Scott would join in from the other side. When he wasn’t staring dreamily at Allison. Derek had gained two friends for the price of one, and not been able to get a word of protest in about it. 

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The Little Runaways

A one-shot written by themissimmortal, inspired by @nifwrites’s Ignis x Raine soulmate fic- ‘We Intertwined’  ft. Cor Leonis, Aurora Scientia and Lucas Scientia.

Note: Niffy, the idea I had described to you changed a little over the day and so this is what I ended up going with because, gosh, it was just so cute and adorable and poor Cor is absolutely wrapped around Aurora’s adorable little finger! I really hope I didn’t butcher your OCs Niffy! :O

Tagging: @blindbae and @cupnoodle-queen :D Oh, and @the-lucian-archives and @joioliviapolaroid because this has Cor in it HAHAHAHA <3


Cor Leonis was sitting in his personal office located in the make-shift Lucian Government Hub, reading over some financial reports pertaining to the already dwindling budget set aside for the rebuilding of Insomnia. He sighed, the rims of his steel blue eyes tinged pink out of exhaustion. Over the years, Cor had noticed that he was starting to tire out a lot easier, and given that he wasn’t as young as he used to be, he wasn’t surprised. Still, his age was an inconvenient hindrance to his productivity. Heaving a long sigh, Cor rubbed at his eyes tiredly and pushed the shocking financial report away from his body before standing up and stretching out his body.

Eying the report with a wary look, Cor groaned softly in frustration before ripping his gaze away from it. He quickly made his way towards his office door and pulled it open, fully intending to go for a walk around the building for a short break from his duties. Instead, Cor ended up almost ploughing into a rather upset pair of Scientia children.

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Deal with the Devil: Chapter 1

’…But my hands are tied.’

   There is only so long that Jack Morrison can endure the limitations placed on him by the U.N., only so long that he can continue being a soldier in name alone and with the world crumbling beneath him, even a deal with the devil can sound like heaven.

Disclaimer: As always Overwatch and its amazing characters don’t belong to me, I’m just borrowing them.

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miss-ingno  asked:

Prompt: fahc!Jerevin, having to say goodbye

Jeremy took in a shuddering breath. It was about time he got this over with. He’d waiting weeks, no months, to muster up the courage needed for this. He unlocked the door to his flat slowly, biding his time for what waited behind it. He edged his way into the building while his eyes scanned the living room.

“Jeremy.” A familiar voice sang from somewhere deeper in. A smile crept onto his face despite his intentions for the night.

“Trevor.” He acknowledged with a chuckle. He kicked off his shoes and placed his keys on the table by the door. He shrugged his jacket off before throwing it onto the back of one of his chairs as he walked past.

He already knew where the other man was.

Sure enough, Jeremy turned the corner to his bedroom to see Trevor laid out on the bed on his back with his phone in his hands up above him. The man turned his attention to the new arrival with that damned smile. “Oh Jeremy. I’m glad your home.” He cooed, slithering off of the bed and sauntering over to where the other stood. A hand came up to play with the shorter man’s shirt, a coy smile on his lips. “I’ve had such a stressful day. I need to work some of this out.” He hinted, already tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

“Trevor, wait. I have to talk to you first.”
“You always want to talk. Come on.”

And before Jeremy could argue much more, he was pulled to the bed and he got lost in the sensation of Trevor’s lips on his and hands going lower and lower. A soft groan escaped him as the traveling hand found what it was looking for. The blood rushed down to his groin and he couldn’t help but buck up. “There see? So much better than talking.” Trevor whispered into his ear.

“You are talking.” Jeremy pointed out, breathing a little heavy as his hands gripped at the back of the other man’s hair and shirt. He quickly fixed the talking issue by bringing their mouths together and letting their tongue dance around each other while one of them got their pants off. Or at least down and out of the way.

He easily got lost in the moment once there was a familiar pressure building inside of him. He was too focused on the feeling of Trevor. Trevor all around him and in him. The way the man breathed his name and how he timed his pumps with the rhythm of his thrusts.

Too soon it was over and the feeling was lost as Jeremy remembered why he had felt such dread upon returning home. He rolled over to face the other man, chewing at his bottom lip worriedly. “Look, Tre-”

“Oh, come on. This again?” The man interrupted, too busy cleaning himself up to notice the serious air about Jeremy.

“Trevor I fucking love you.” He blurted out. Both of them froze; one in fear and the other in shock. ‘Shit shit shit.’ Chorused in his mind. That wasn’t what was supposed to have come out!

“That’s cute, J. Really. Now quit playing around.”

“I’m not fucking playing around. I love you.” Well. He was committed at this point. Might as well give the man the full story now that the part that was supposed to be kept secret was out. “I love you, you stupid ignorant idiot.”
Trevor finally pivoted to look at the other. His face was guarded and Jeremy knew that he didn’t feel the same. Stupid stupid. He knew this was the case. He knew it and he said it anyways. “We talked about this.” Trevor said slowly, like he was afraid he’d scare Jeremy off.

The other hung his head as he furrowed his brows. “I know. Which is why… We need to stop.” He took a deep breath and forced himself to continue. “It’s not safe for either of us to have this kind of relationship. Neither of us are big enough or in a crew stable enough to do this. And so we need to break it off now before anything else.. happens.”

“Jeremy. I-” Trevor broke off.

“I think it might be best for you to leave now.”

There was a heavy silence that fell between them for a long minute. Before, finally, the man beside him moved. Jeremy didn’t look up, but he knew that Trevor was putting his clothes back on and gathering his things. And without a goodbye, the other was gone.

The room suddenly felt too big, the bed too empty without his lover there. Jeremy curled in around himself as the front door shut quietly.

It was shortly after he broke things off with Trevor that he met a boy made of sunshine and smiles dragging along a freckled man whose posture screamed fighter. Jeremy was at a bar drinking some of his misery away, when the pair waltzed in. His eyes followed them instinctively, noting the danger in the room even though he had no clue as to who they were. With a huff, he brought his drink closer and put his head down like he’d learned to do to avoid trouble.

His shoulder throbbed from a bullet that had made it’s way through it the night prior whilst out on a job for a decent sized gang. He had hoped the alcohol would help numb the pain. And there was nothing worse than sitting at home drinking by yourself, so he had came to this place just down the street.

“Is this seat taken?” A British accent came from above him. Jeremy glanced up to see the same man he had watched walk in and glanced behind him to the other who seemed to not be listening, body tense as if waiting for a fight. His eyes went back to the first man and shrugged his not injured shoulder.

“Do I have a choice?” He grunted out. And just like that, the two slid into the booth across from him. And they introduced themselves. The British one was Gavin and the other Michael.

And it was easy to get lost in conversation with them. They caught on quickly that he was a criminal too and they had a good time making jokes and telling stories about the not entirely legal things that they have done.

Before he knew it, Jeremy was being brought in to run a job with the infamous Fake AH Crew. And again. And again. He stopped going to other gangs for mercenary jobs since the FAHC’s were having him do all sorts of duties and paid him well for them. He ranged from hired gun to getaway driver to an extra sniper when needed.

After a few months, he was officially part of the crew. And he was kind of happy. He finally had the sort of protection that he wished he had when Trevor was with him. He was big enough to not be fucked with in the town of Los Santos. He had made a name of himself and life was going good. But there was always a small part of him that held onto the past. To the part where he was bouncing from one crew to the next, coming home to find his lover waiting for him. Where Trevor slipped off into the night to avoid staying the whole time so no one would talk, so rumors wouldn’t get out. Where they were looking behind them all the time to make sure nobody came after them that they had wronged by pulling a specific job.

Those thoughts started to fade over time. They were instead replaced by the thrills of being within the Fake’s, of having friends and not just acquaintances. He was actually pretty close to all of those within the main part of the crew and the B Team. He had connections now. And damn him if he was going to let his past keep him from being happy. It was time to let that shit go.

Or so he thought.

“Hey guys! I want you to meet the newest member of B Team, Treyco!” Geoff called from the front door of the base. Jeremy and the other lads twisted from their spot on the couch to look at the newcomer.

“Trevor?” Jeremy asked, standing on his knees burying into the cushions to get a better look.

“Hey, Jeremy.” That voice that he had fallen in love with said. And there it was. That damn smile.

My Brother’s In Love [Pt. 1]

In which no one knows about Mickey and Ian and they slowly get their answers.

Lip never liked Kash. He was annoying, freaky and kept always let his wife walk all over him. Lip could stand the guy but really would rather not have to. So when he put two and two together after spotting Ian sporting one of Kash’s shoes and vice verse, he realised that, yep, the old creep was fucking his little brother.

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Sneaky Cat (Cedric Diggory x Reader)

Fandom: Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory

Warnings: SMUT, a little fluff, silly kitty

Word count: 1127

Song: N/A

Request: I wanted to ask if you could write some ideas I have for a imagine/smut/fluff #>3<# I’m a hufflepuff in my sixth year, and my cat got lost and got stuck in the dormitory of the boys of course where my crush sleeps. So he and I have some history but nothing more than some talking between lessons and secretly stalking each other as he is having quidditch practice and when I’m studying in the library. Then he confesses he likes me as well and then, well, smut and stuff haha 


You were wondering around the Hogwarts halls. You were in your 6th year at Hogwarts thus you knew the halls quite well. However, you were not concentrating on where you were going, you were concentrating on finding your sneaky cat, who had gone walkies. You had a black cat and she had vanished. You hated when she walked off, because only you could find her.


“Lumos…” you whispered, and the end of your wand ignited. It sparked a bright white light. You continued to walk down the halls and into rooms you thought your pesky cat could have walked into. You were making the strangest noises to try to tempt your cat out from where she was lurking. You got to the Hufflepuff basement and heard a faint meow. You looked around and without realising where you were you pushed a door open and saw two cat eyes staring at you from the middle of the room. You walked in and grabbed your kitty. Suddenly, you heard your name. You stayed glued to the spot. You were terrified you’d be in so much trouble for being out so late and… You looked around. You were in the boys dorm, Hufflepuff’s boys dorms as well. You, slowly, turned to see who had mumbled your name, hoping it was non of the teachers. You turned and was faced with him. 


Cedric Diggory.

He was sleeping, lightly, sprawled across his bed. He made you smile and lightly blush. You looked around, again. No teachers. No students. Everyone was fast asleep. Who said your name? All of a sudden, a few of the students were stirring and you looked down at your beaming wand and panicked, a little, whilst your cat was, gently, licking the side of your cheek.  

“Nox” you whispered, and the burst of glaring light, which was disturbing the Badger boys, ended. You walked out of the dormitory and went to your own dormitory across the way because you were, also, Hufflepuff.

You were lay in bed with your small, black cat curled up next to your stomach. You head was buried in the soft, plump pillow and you began to dream about him. Cedric Diggory. You two had history. And by history, you thought about it. You had only really spoke briefly and you had the secret shame of stalking him. You used to watch him whilst he played quidditch and you’d discreetly watch him from a book in the library. He was so attractive but you were too shy to ever say anything to him. As you thought about all the small talk and secret stalking, you drifted off into a deep slumber.

The next day you were in the Hufflepuff common room. Thinking. You were reading a book but your mind was set aback to the previous night and the stranger, who mumbled your name. What if someone was awake? Would they tell Pomona Sprout? Or worse Dumbledore? Millions of thoughts were racing through your mind before a shadow fell over you. You looked up. Cedric Diggory. You, instantly, felt your cheeks go crimson and you stuttered a greeting.

“Is anyone sat here?” he asked, politely, whilst pointing towards the seat opposite yours. You nodded, in awe. “So, Y/N, I see you around a lot… And you… Are the most beautiful human in existence. I see you in the library reading and I can see your alluring Y/E/C eyes trace the words and your lips respond to the words you’ve just read and it makes my heart ache for you. I always look out for you at my quidditch practice because I want to see those gorgeous eyes focus on me. I need you, Y/N, I’ve needed you for a long time…”

His words were so kind and well thought out. You were blinking and still because you didn’t know what to say or do. Your crush was stood before you confessing his love and attraction for you. This only happens in films, you were watching his lips move, which were delicately complimenting your features. You listened to his voice and the way he spoke your name. What? You had the sudden realisation on who it was. Who spoke your name in the boys dorms? It was Cedric. Without another thought, you placed your lips on his and kissed deeply. He pushed further into the kiss and started pushing his tongue, carefully, into your mouth. You both pulled away for breathe and he smiled at you, slightly biting his lip. 

“You wanna come to my dorms?” he asked and you nodded, eagerly. You had crushed on Cedric forever so this was your dreams coming true, he poured his heart out to you, how could you resist him?

He picked you up and carried you bridal style. It was time for lesson so the dorms were silent. You smiled as he placed you on his bed. He closed the door and leaped on you attacking you with kisses, everywhere. You giggled and allowed him to. You both shared a very, passionate kiss and he stared into your eyes.

“Do you want to do this?” he asked, his cheeks glowing pink. You nodded and giggled, slightly, over the pale red his cheeks had gone. Before you knew it Cedric was on top of you sucking at your skin around your neck and jaw. You breathed out heavy. He lifted up your school shirt and lightly pressed on your breasts while kissing you. You felt his fingers stroking your nipples, lightly, and it caused your back to arch, slightly. He lifted of his jumper and you unbuttoned his shirt as he had done the same for you. He kissed down your chest and down your stomach until coming to the top of your skirt. He pushed your skirt up and stroked down you. You were already wet from the close connection and heated romance you had both shared. He blushed and unbuttoned his trousers and pushed his boxers down. He looked at you, for your approval, and you nodded. He entered you and began thrusting deep and slow. You let out a breathy moan. This was what you’d always dreamed about. You were in Utopia. He was thrusting in slow and deep and letting out small moans, your moans were louder but this caused him to smirk. The sex was passionate. He pushed into you one more time before you both let out.

He lay next to you in his bed, out of breathe, and wrapped you up in the yellow sheets. You smiled and he kissed your nose.

“Y/N, will you be mine?” he, finally, asked after a minute of embracing you. You looked up and smiled at him.

“Yes, I will”


This is waaaaaaaay overdue (I AM SOOOOOO SORRY) as it was a request from @dorkiepie