more to do with sanity

So, serious talk.

How is anyone supposed to both have a full time job and be a solo 1d fan?

Like… how?

How?

Oh it seems we are allowed to post our @meowraculouschatnoirzine pieces now! This is titled how many tears did I shed over this boy’s hair haha I had a lot of fun drawing the dorky cat son and I’m grateful for the opportunity to have been able to participate in such a fun zine!

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anonymous asked:

how do balance freetime, managing this studyblr, and school? what does your schedule look like if your constant, if you don't mind me asking?

Ahahaha, it’s a bit of a challenge actually! I’m going to answer this question specifically about me, rather than answering too much about how to time manage - if you want that, then send me another ask :)

There’s a fine line between being on top of things and being behind, so I guess I just try little things to save time? I think a lot of people tend to underestimate the amount of time you need to invest in studying to get good results. 

A picture says a thousand words so here’s what this week looked like. As you can see, gray is for unavoidable errands. I only have the times marked in bright blue available for actual studying. Clinic also runs overtime regularly and can sometime cut into lunch. I don’t get a break for dinner on Thursdays because of clinic, so I’m packing some Up and Gos for tomorrow lol

Things I do to try and turn some of those gray areas into bright blue study areas are: 

  • I try to answer inbox questions on the bus, 
  • I try and do patient logbooks on the train rides, and 
  • I cut out my extraneous hobbies like watching drama episodes once university starts. I still have some things that I like doing day to day to relax a bit, like browsing tumblr and knetizen comments which I do when I’m eating breakfast and lunch
  • Saturdays I take sort of like a weekly break (for the sake of my sanity) where I do more lengthy leisure things I’ve been unable to do, and errands/chores like cleaning, vacuuming and ironing. Sometimes I’ll study instead depending on the workload from uni. If I really need to study for something, I’ll usually reduce the chores that I do. 
  • Sunday I pretty much just study after I get errands done, so I get anywhere from 6 to 12 hours of university work in. 
  • I always try and do work during any break at uni that’s longer than 1 hour. A lot of people really could stand to get some of their uni work out of the way during this time, but instead they’ll have 2-3 hour blocks where they just talk to someone or do some online shopping. 

Getting work done is important and so is taking breaks and sleeping enough. It’s been really exhausting this past week and a half though because as you can see I often get home around 8pm or later, meaning only 1-2 hours to study after dinner and a shower, and that’s if I sleep at 11pm-12am ㅠㅠ I also have to wake up at 6am sharp every morning, get to Central station at 8am so that I can get to university at 9am ㅠㅠ 

So yeah, it’s hard to balance at this point in time because I have so many clinics, but after these two weeks I do have a break from one of the clinics, so I get Tuesday morning off. ‘

Time management is all about squeezing things in during downtimes like bus and train rides so that you have more time to study/pursue other hobbies if you so wish. 

Hope that’s informative :)

Liv’s Weekly Favorites, Week 1

Hi, guys!

The post I made suggesting this got a lot of positive feedback, so here I go!

Please keep in mind that these are my personal favorites, some will have my personal opinions attached, and some won’t. I probably won’t do more than 10 in a weekly post, just to keep my sanity intact. ;) 

Chaptered fics will probably be repeated more than once, if I like the latest chapter update, just so you know! If you guys are interested in my favorite fics of this week, they’re under the cut! Please feel free to PM me at @isakbeanie if you wanna discuss any of these fics!!

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Must Listen May: Mabel

An interesting piece of trivia I’d like to offer to you all before starting this review is that this show officially premiered nine days after my nineteenth birthday. And when I think of September, the first thing that comes to mind is how much I enjoy doing September in Review and how long it took for me to figure out whether or not I wanted to squeeze Mabel into it. 

But the siren’s call of horror has been a strong one this month, and I was compelled to go with my instincts on the SABLE and Mabel match up for the end of spring. Also, I like rhyming as much as I love perfect timing.

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when you want to rp with more blogs in your fandom, but it’s problematic af and so you have to be selective af about who you decide to follow 🤦‍♀️

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe make headcanons for RFA + V and Saeran dealing w/ MC who is overly stressed out from school? ^^" Like... it's an overwhelming amount of hard work that makes her break down sometimes? Thanks so much! <3

Oh ya~

The life of a student is not easy. If you’re struggling with classes please know you’re amazing and I’m rooting for you! You can DO IT! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Yoosung

  • He can relate more than anyone
  • Takes over all of the housework and cooking so all you need to focus on is your studies
  • Will not go to bed without you
  • So when you stay up late to get homework done he either puts a movie on and sits with you or plays LOLOL at the desk by you so you’re not alone
  • Super concerned when you have breakdowns
    • “MC just tell me what I need to do, anything you need please let me know!”

Jumin

  • Really dislikes seeing you distraught
  • Plus he wants to spend time with you when he’s actually home and he can’t because you’re buried in work
    • “I know you, MC. You’re not an unbalanced person. So the fact that you’re struggling must be your professors fault. They clearly don’t know how to create a syllabus. I’m going to send an email right now and-”
    • “J U M I N  NO!”
  • Massages your feet and back while you study to help relieve the stress

Zen

  • This poor guy can’t relate and wishes he could do more to save your sanity
  • One of the worst parts for him is that you have to stay up late and
    • 1) he thinks sleep is so important for your health and skin and
    • 2) he relies on his looks a lot so he has to go to bed at a decent time without you
  • Honestly just a huge cheerleader for you
  • Orders food from your favorite takeout places to cheer you up
  • Makes and brings you drinks while you work
  • Constantly telling you how amazing you are
    • “I know its so hard right now, MC. But you’re the smartest and greatest person I know, and you can make it through anything!”

Jaehee

  • Stress queen baehee to the rescue
  • She takes a few minutes to look over your schedule and work load when you reach that tipping point
  • Organizes your stuff from least to most important and what will take the most time
  • Schedules your breaks for you
  • Literally just manages that shit like a boss and makes your life so much easier omg
  • Then brews you both a cup of delicious coffee

Saeyoung

  • This kid is the king of studying/cramming
  • Plus he’s hecka intelligent and went to an ivy league school
  • So when he sees you stressin’ he jumps in
  • Sometimes he just ends up bugging you tbh
  • Looks over your stuff like the nosy tomato he is
    • “This answer you wrote here is wrong, MC.” “This is your assignment? Your professor is kind of an idiot, aren’t they.”
    • “If you’re not going to help then get out, please.” -_-
  • Honestly just relieves the stress in the best way he knows how, by making you laugh
  • One time dressed up as a professor
  • Came in the room where you were hunched over your books
    • “Time to teach you a lesson, MC.”
  • You were partially annoyed because you had a lot of work to do but who could turn down a little naughty time?
  • But he took the role very seriously and ended up just lecturing you and legitimately trying to tutor you on your homework

V

  • He’s a mess right along with you!
  • Super sensitive to your mental state given She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named
  • So hes constantly checking up on you
  • Asking how you’re feeling
  • Making you take breaks
  • He understands that you have to get your work done, but he will not let you stay up past midnight, your rest is too important
  • If it’s been a particularly hard day he has a bubble bath waiting for you before bed and a nice glass of champagne (if you drink)

Saeran

  • He is constantly holding you while you study
  • His favorite is when your back is to his chest on the couch in the living room
  • He watched TV while you work and stays up as late as you need
  • Runs his fingers through your hair
  • Random kisses all night
  • Rests his chin on the top of your head
  • If you’re swamped with “busy work” he will force you to let him take some of the load off of your shoulders (if it’s something he can do)
  • He may not have had the same schooling as Saeyoung but he is still incredibly smart and wants to help you in any way he can

When Should You Leave A Roleplay?

  • You have lost muse for your character(s)
  • You’re staying only out of the self-assumed obligation to fulfill plots and relationships with characters your character is associated with
  • You feel uncomfortable and/or disrespected
    • And especially if the issue has not been resolved or persists
  • Your hiatuses last longer than one month at a time
    • When you’re only active for a few days at a time and your inactivity or hiatuses are longer than your dash interactions
    • When you ride out the activity and only post/come online right before activity checks
  • Writing and engaging with the plot becomes more of a chore than something you enjoy
  • Your replies aren’t just what they used to be and lack substance enough for others responding to reply to (ie: you’re forcing yourself to write even if the plot or characters no longer interest you)
  • When/if you have ever been bullied/harassed by anyone in the RP
    • Especially if they’re still in that group and/or nothing has been done to resolve it (ie. kicking the bully/harasser out if a warning from the admins to them wasn’t enough to stop them)

If you’re unsure about leaving, though, it’s best to take a hiatus first. Writer’s block can have a big impact on this and sometimes forcing yourself to write does not help you nor your muse.

  • Is it okay to leave a RP? Yes, absolutely. It’s never not okay to do so. Your comfort and mental sanity takes more precedent.
  • If, at all, you want to return in the future, can you? Yes. Having a discussion with the admins about reprising a former role might be needed if you wish to pick up a former character.
  • How should you resign from the RP? The best way to leave is to send a message to the main; the message can be brief. Do you need to state exactly why? No, you can be vague and leave it as ‘due to personal reasons’ or you can come up with an entirely different reason.

If the admins harass you about this or try to at all guilt you into staying or guilt you for leaving, you are not obligated to respond nor are you obligated to stay on their (and anyone else’s) behalf. Do not let yourself be pressured into doing something you no longer wish to do.

Prior to leaving, however, it’s suggested - though not required - to let individuals know you had former plots with about your decision, that too can be brief, to give their characters “closure.”

If you would like to keep in touch with people, reach out to through the IMs or leave an OOC message, you can choose what information you provide and what you do not.

But try not to just “disappear” from a RP without saying anything especially if the admins contact you, asking about your inactivity and/or if you’ll be returning. Most admins do genuinely care about their players and want to resolve issues and help the players if they’re in a writing rut; most admins are understanding and willing to work with their members. However, not all are like that and it’s understandable why “fading out” of a RP might seem like a better option - and if the admin team is the type to make vague-posts in the OOC or on the main, or just all around have a disrespect/bully towards players/show favouritism - then you, as the player, can’t be faulted.

Open communication is usually best in most scenarios.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Loved your Ardyn headcanon/lore theory post. For more canon lore, I was thinking you could also use Ignis's statement that he makes while looking at a mural piece, after Prompto says Ardyn is the darkness of legend, "Ironically, since he was to be the first King of light." :-)

Thank you. I am glad you enjoyed it. I had nearly forgotten about that bit. I know I purposefully kept out the bit Noctis says, but this is good. I didn’t recall that Ignis does indeed add his little quip in there. He was with Talcott on the history information hunt so this makes sense. I shall add it in with addition to a section I forgot about Ifrit.

Time zones confuse me greatly and while drawing the final realms fanart (which is more quality so it takes more time and sanity) I found out I actually need to do one more before the last one. I don’t have enough energy to draw something good so here you go. I did it. This counts. @chongoblog

To This Day

by Shane Koyczan

When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it

not really a big deal

one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”

this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname

pork chop

to this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize

it does

she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog

to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing

he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit

to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity

we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong

why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me

of course
they did

but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain

Scarlet Heart: Ryeo Episodes 16-18

[Spoilers for the Kdrama up through episode 18. This is super long, and I’m not going to bother breaking it down into two parts. Frankly, I had a hard time writing this as it was, and a lot of the rhetoric surrounding SH:R anymore is bumming me out. I just want to watch my show, feel sad, and enjoy the glorious tragedy. But going through the tags this week, I was so grouchy I almost didn’t post at all. Hopefully some of you get something out of this. I love all my followers so much, thanks for sticking it out.]

While for my own sanity it might have made more sense to do two separate reviews for episode 16 and episodes 17-18, I’m glad I decided to wait. While I was struggling trying to figure out where the show was going to turn based on episode 16 alone, this week created a much clearer picture of what all this was building to.

As hard as I tried to convince myself it wasn’t inevitable, Eun’s death really brought about a change in our main characters like nothing else could have. Like Lady Oh’s death was a seminal event in Soo’s life, Eun’s was crucial and necessary to push So over the edge toward his pursuit of the throne. It was precisely the crisis we needed to resolve the last ambiguity between So and Soo and propel the final arc.

So’s character development has been causing me a growing uneasiness since episode 11. I began to wonder if the writer had perhaps decided to sand away all his wonderful jagged edges, lighten up all his darker grays, and cast him as a basically selfless, heroic and deeply misunderstood soul painted as a tyrant by the caprice of history. I worried especially after Eun’s death scene if perhaps all of Wang So’s actions and brutal reputation would be absolved by circumstances. But this week quickly assured me that I needn’t have worried. 

So is every bit the ambiguous villain I always knew him to be, for a time soften by love, but never really changed. Not at his heart. It’s exactly as Lady Oh, the oracle of SH:R, once stated: People don’t change for other people.

All those arguments that Wang So was wildly out of character this week with his treatment of Soo, the execution of Chae Ryung, and even his conduct toward Jung and his mother…I tend dismiss out of hand. My reading of So has been the same for weeks now. Nothing he’s done is inconsistent with his characterization thus far, and if you’ve been reading my reviews since the beginning you know I’ve always interpreted him this way:

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To This Day
When I was a kid
I used to think that pork chops and karate chops
were the same thing
I thought they were both pork chops
and because my grandmother thought it was cute
and because they were my favourite
she let me keep doing it

not really a big deal

one day
before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb trees
I fell out of a tree
and bruised the right side of my body

I didn’t want to tell my grandmother about it
because I was afraid I’d get in trouble
for playing somewhere that I shouldn’t have been

a few days later the gym teacher noticed the bruise
and I got sent to the principal’s office
from there I was sent to another small room
with a really nice lady
who asked me all kinds of questions
about my life at home

I saw no reason to lie
as far as I was concerned
life was pretty good
I told her “whenever I’m sad
my grandmother gives me karate chops”

this led to a full scale investigation
and I was removed from the house for three days
until they finally decided to ask how I got the bruises

news of this silly little story quickly spread through the school
and I earned my first nickname

pork chop

to this day
I hate pork chops

I’m not the only kid
who grew up this way
surrounded by people who used to say
that rhyme about sticks and stones
as if broken bones
hurt more than the names we got called
and we got called them all
so we grew up believing no one
would ever fall in love with us
that we’d be lonely forever
that we’d never meet someone
to make us feel like the sun
was something they built for us
in their tool shed
so broken heart strings bled the blues
as we tried to empty ourselves
so we would feel nothing
don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone
that an ingrown life
is something surgeons can cut away
that there’s no way for it to metastasize

it does

she was eight years old
our first day of grade three
when she got called ugly
we both got moved to the back of the class
so we would stop get bombarded by spit balls
but the school halls were a battleground
where we found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day
we used to stay inside for recess
because outside was worse
outside we’d have to rehearse running away
or learn to stay still like statues giving no clues that we were there
in grade five they taped a sign to her desk
that read beware of dog

to this day
despite a loving husband
she doesn’t think she’s beautiful
because of a birthmark
that takes up a little less than half of her face
kids used to say she looks like a wrong answer
that someone tried to erase
but couldn’t quite get the job done
and they’ll never understand
that she’s raising two kids
whose definition of beauty
begins with the word mom
because they see her heart
before they see her skin
that she’s only ever always been amazing

he
was a broken branch
grafted onto a different family tree
adopted
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink
of one part left alone
and two parts tragedy
started therapy in 8th grade
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
four fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti depressants
and an adolescence of being called popper
one part because of the pills
and ninety nine parts because of the cruelty
he tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to tell him “get over it” as if depression
is something that can be remedied
by any of the contents found in a first aid kit

to this day
he is a stick on TNT lit from both ends
could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends
in the moments before it’s about to fall
and despite an army of friends
who all call him an inspiration
he remains a conversation piece between people
who can’t understand
sometimes becoming drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity

we weren’t the only kids who grew up this way
to this day
kids are still being called names
the classics were
hey stupid
hey spaz
seems like each school has an arsenal of names
getting updated every year
and if a kid breaks in a school
and no one around chooses to hear
do they make a sound?
are they just the background noise
of a soundtrack stuck on repeat
when people say things like
kids can be cruel?
every school was a big top circus tent
and the pecking order went
from acrobats to lion tamers
from clowns to carnies
all of these were miles ahead of who we were
we were freaks
lobster claw boys and bearded ladies
oddities
juggling depression and loneliness playing solitaire spin the bottle
trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal
but at night
while the others slept
we kept walking the tightrope
it was practice
and yeah
some of us fell

but I want to tell them
that all of this shit
is just debris
leftover when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought
we used to be
and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself
get a better mirror
look a little closer
stare a little longer
because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying
despite everyone who told you to quit
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”
because maybe you didn’t belong to a group or a click
maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything
maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth
to show and tell but never told
because how can you hold your ground
if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it
you have to believe that they were wrong

they have to be wrong

why else would we still be here?
we grew up learning to cheer on the underdog
because we see ourselves in them
we stem from a root planted in the belief
that we are not what we were called we are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on a highway
and if in some way we are
don’t worry
we only got out to walk and get gas
we are graduating members from the class of
fuck off we made it
not the faded echoes of voices crying out
names will never hurt me

of course
they did

but our lives will only ever always
continue to be
a balancing act
that has less to do with pain
and more to do with beauty.

—  Shane Koyczan

anonymous asked:

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SEND & FOR THREE BLOGS I RECOMMEND 

@rexcrystallis - excellent at plotting and inducing the feelz. Though really she has a lovely take on if the 10 year nap didn’t happen. Nerd Kingu and Plagu. Great at picking up on nuisances.

@lastkingoflucis - Excellent at plotting and mother fuck the feelz. An enabler and greatly understands Noctis’ character. Great at picking up on nuisances.

@bestchocobro - Delightful Prompto which is saying a lot coming from me. Has a nice mixture of the kid’s bluster and hidden lack of self-confidence. 10/10 would torture again.

So my Tumblr is just complete Clexa smut at the moment?
… The whole fandom seems to have fallen into a state of hell right now in preparation of the sex scene 😂😂😂😭😭😭

that? (wonwoo)

type: IDEK????? SLIGHT SMUT???? IM SORRY DONT FIGHT ME PLS
synosis: this scenario sums up how much i want to makeout and fight jeon wonwoo at the same time
a/n: IM SORRY PLS DONT FIGHT ME FIGHT JEON WONWOO INSTEAD OK THANKU ANON WHO REQUESTED A MAKING OUT WITH WONWOO SCENARIO GOD BLESS U THANKU

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Staying up late is not something unfamiliar for her and Wonwoo. She’d stay up waiting for him to come home and he’d stay up writing lyrics for seventeen’s comeback. It’s becoming a habit for him to come home, seeing her fast asleep with a plate food across her. His lips would curve upward as he approaches her, sitting down and stared for God knows how long before he started eating.

He’d wash the dishes carefully, trying so hard not to wake her up. Because he likes watching her sleep. Hr eyes were closed, and her breath was even. He was drawn into the silent game between the crinkle of her brow and the twitch of her nose. Back and forth, and back and forth.

She was truly the image of a sleeping beauty in his eyes, for her glow was natural and not tainted by artificial blushes and foundation. His fingertips were itching to follow the patterns of her skin, yet the fear of waking her up made him pause. He laid his head down close from her face, feeling her breath come out in short even puffs. His eyes bore into her eyelids, imagining he was staring deep into them for eternity.

But those rountines are not happening today.

As soon as he stepped into their apartment, Wonwoo saw her cooking in the kitchen, humming one of her favorite song. She was usually done with cooking at the time like this, but tonight was different. Those thoughts just vanish in his head the second later, he had a rough day at the studio and all he wanted to do was to get close to her.

He circled his arms around her waist, earning a little jump from her. She laughed and elbowed him lightly as he rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes. “How was your day?”

“Mhmmm,” He hummed, it’s obvious to her that he somewhat had a bad day. So she turned off the stove, turning around to face herr 6 feet something boyfriend. Wonwoo raised his eyebrow at her, a smirk appearing on his lips as he rest his forehead against hers. Her hands finding it’s way to his neck.

“You tired?”

“Mhmmm,”

“Are you losing all the energy in your body, that all you could say is ‘mhmmm’?”

“Maybe I am really losing all my energy.”

“Want to talk about your day?”

“No,” he said, his voice raspy as he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just want to be here with you.” His lips cracked a big smile as soon as he saw a smile on her face.

“Cheeseeball.” She guided your hand from the back of his neck to his jawline, feeling his skin shivers from her cold fingertips. He let out a sigh when she caresses his cheek, sending a weird electric shock throughout his body. Her touch did these things to him, and boy does he love it. She pulled him closer to her, her back hitting the edge of the counter. And soon when she leaned closer to him, he quickly captured her lips in his.

Fireworks erupting in his stomach, as his lips moved lazily against her. He was so tired, all the pressure he got this week is driving him insane. But, all he needed was her. She could make it all okay again.

Their lips collide, moving in sync as his hands fumbling with the hem of her shirt, one of her hands resting on his chest and the other on the back of his neck only to pull him closer. He slides his hands into her shirt, feeling the warm of her skin on his hands, as she lets out a hum. Her hand reached for his snapback, snatching it from his head as she put it on her.

He pulled away, catching his breath and chuckled when he saw you wearing his snapback. “You look good with that.” was all that he said before he capturd her lips again.

Her lips on his felt like her love is penetrating his veins through his mouth. Her lips on his made the time stops, and the room spins around. Her lips on his made him felt like he is floating, yet it is also keeping him on the ground.

He lifted her up, so now she is sitting on the kitchen counter. He was still holding her in place, moving one of his hands to cup her cheek. As if he didn’t hold her, she’d disappear.

Her lips were gentle enough to erase the memories of anyone else before her and taint the thoughts of anyone else after her. She’d never understand that kissing her felt like falling off a building and being held by the hands of God all at the same time. She didn’t understand that when they kissed, he could feel all of the hurt and pain she experienced.

And before she knew it, his tongue slides into her mouth, sending a weird sensation that she couldn’t deny, was really good it made her tugged his hair and rolled her eyes back as she–accidentally–lets out a low moan, which only made him lose his sanity even more.

“Don’t do that.” He protested, still with his lips on hers. She smirked, she was never a confident kind of person, but when he said that, it only boosts up her confidence.

“Do what?” She asked, trying to sound as oblivious as possible.

That.”

She lets out another moan, a little bit louder this time. “That?” She asked, looking him in the eyes and giggled when she saw his eyes turning darker. “I hate you.” He growled, attaching his lips on hers again, not letting her said a single word to him. She laughed, knowing that she had this effect on him made her felt somewhat proud of herself. “You know you love me.”

“Mhmmm, I love you.”

She pulled away from him, trying to catch her breath. He leaned in again, trying to kiss her but she put her hand on his chest, stopping him and laughed after. “Aren’t you tired Mr. Beanie?”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, “Are you seriously playing this game right now?” She raised her eyebrow, trying to look like she doesn’t understand what did he just said. “You said you were tired.” She shrugged innocently.

“Well, baby,” he said, pulling you closer him. “why don’t we find out if I’m actually tired or not?”