not going to be making anything very often now. got to focus on exams

Why does everything turn into wolfstar smut?

Originally posted by maria-tries

  • Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
  • In fact, they start to have the opposite effect 
  • Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
  • But Sirius notices
  • Merlin Sirius notices
  • It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight 
  • Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head. 
  • After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
  • Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
  • The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
  • They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
  • Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
  • Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
  • Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
  • But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
  • Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
  • When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
  • And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares 
  • Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
  • And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
  • And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
  • Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
  • This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
  • Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification. 
  • Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist 
  • By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy 
  • He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
  • Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
  • Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom 
  • He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
  • He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
  • Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
  • Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
  • Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment 
  • Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
  • “You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
  • He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
  • Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
  • Tell me.” He growled. 
  • When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
  • “I can take it.” He said, lowly
  • Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body 
  • “It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
  • Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
  • “You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
  • “…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
  • “What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze. 
  • Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
  • “You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
  • Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.  
  • “Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point. 
  • Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
  • Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
  • Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
  • “Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
  • “You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin. 
  • “Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
  • Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
  • “Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
  • Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck
  • “You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
  • His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?” 
  • Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
  • “Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
  • Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
  • “Good boy.” Remus whispered.
Professor Turned Call Boy | Taeyong Smut

Can I have a call boy smut with Taeyong? He’s your professor in Uni and you’re stressed so you want someone to help with that 😏 You call and ask for the one under the name “Taeyong” not thinking it would be him despite the same name? You’re both surprised, but he found you a sexy student so he does so anyways (really rough, and daddy kink?) Please and thank you 😊😊

Character: Taeyong (NCT) / gender neutral reader (*ignore the fem in the gif, I swear this is gn*)
Word Count: 2989

Warning: well, smut of course. bad language, slight name calling, no condom, creampie, rough daddy kink, teacher/student kink, call boy?? can’t think of anything else :) enjoy!

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Requested: Shawn is in the studio, but can’t seem to write anything meaningful. He calls y/n for some inspiration.



You’re halfway through your algebra homework, when your phone buzzing on your bed distracts you. Picking it up, you answer, “Hello?”

“Hey hun,” Shawn’s voice comes from the other side. You’re wondering why he’s calling you because you know he’s at a recording studio in LA right now.

“Hey babe,” You reply, “What’s up?” 

“I’m in the studio and I know you just got home from school so I just wanted to call you.”

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Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor

Title: Flour, Sugar, Chocolate Liquor 

Pairing: Akatani Mikumo/prototype!Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: Teen

Word Count: ~5,700

Summary: Pocky Day is today, and Katsuki is going to milk (chocolate) that for all it’s worth.

Author’s notes: This was written for @deads-on‘s Pocky Day open collab! I can’t draw for beans, so I opted to write a fic instead. I had an absolute blast working on this one! Getting to play around with inspiration borrowed from @ask-protoheroes was so much fun. And many thanks, as always, to my best friend @auspiciouswhiskers, for beta work and endless support.

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chairman-meowth  asked:

What if the mysmes bunch +Saeran +V find out MC has an illness (can't think of a specific example) that meant they were constantly at a hospital (also MC is terrified of hospitals)

A/N: im afraid of hospitals until im actually admitted then im like yeah okay im here, /fantastic/. Also, I tried to be kind of broad and diverse? But I only know like one of these on a personal level so i hope nothing is completely off the wall ~Admin 404


           -I think he’d be afraid of hospitals as well

           -I mean pet hospitals are different!! That’s for pets! Hospitals deal with people! And he’S A PERSON!

           -He COMPLETELY gets your fear, but he’s gotta be tough for you!!! Gotta be the man!!


           -“MC don’t move, ill get it!” “I’ll fluff your pillow!” “Want a different tv channel?? IVE GOT IT”

           -You’ve been going through chemotherapy but that doesn’t mean you can’t moVE YOOSUNG PLEASE

           -If you cry because you’re scared, he’s there crying with you

           -But!!! He surrounds you with TONS of plush toys, and brings you food his mum he’s made


           -And honestly his innocence is so cute? And gets your mind off of the fear? He’s always making some cute craft thing with you, or telling you all about his LOLOL game (even brings a laptop for you to play with him when he has to go home!!) He isn’t very good at the whole comforting aspect but he loves you and tries so hard for you!! ;A;


           -He heals quickly and strong

           -You….do not…do that

           -You get an infection and it’s SO HARD for your body to fight it

           -Which often leaves you in the hospital over something like the flu

           -And that makes him SO SAD like omg MC i’d give you some of my healing power if I could

           -You are very vocal about your dislike for the hospital, so he doesn’t have to guess or pick up on subtle hints

           -But he treats you like ROYALTY he refuses to let you do anything for yourself when you’re in there because he just wants to make up for not being able to stop you from getting sick ;A;

           -He sings for you almost constantly because??? You can’t be afraid of anything in this building if all you can focus on is him??

           -He brings his scripts with him all the time so the two of you can waste the day and practice together!!

           -HAVE NO FEARS MC, FOR ZENNY IS HERE. Always watching the doctors and nurses like a hawk, always tries to get you to focus on him instead of anything they’re doing (obviously not if it’s important, then he lets you pay attention). Otherwise there’s a lot of cheek kisses, hand kisses, and just like…kisses everywhere come on it’s zen we’re talking about


           -You’re in the hospital often for breathing problems

           -“Jaehee, it’s because you take my breath away,” you wheeze as she’s rushing you to the hospital

           - mc shut the fuCK UP NOW ISNT THE TIME

           -She loves that you’re able to make light of the situation though

           -That is until you actually get to the hospital, then she’s practically dragging you through the doors because you’re too afraid to go in

           -Too much sadness, too many machines that you aren’t familiar with, the weird feeling of being in a strange place, you don’T LIKE IT

           -But she’s always there to read you a book at the end of the day, with a cozy throw blanket from home, and she’ll bring you some coffee from your favourite shop!

           -She also studies what all the machines and medications do so she can explain them to you and hopefully ease your anxiety!

           -When she can’t be there because of work, she leaves you a stack of books to get lost in so that you won’t even notice you’re there. She’ll text you throughout the day as well to check up on ya

           -She’s small enough to cuddle up in bed with you which is GREAT the two of you watch zen’s dvd’s on her laptop all the time


           -???? Why go to hospital when hospital can come to you

           - jumin no i appreciate the gesture but no

           -You’re a regular there because of your heart problems and it breAKS HIS HEART

           - he’s threatened saeyoung a few times because he keeps making jokes like “your heart must of stopped because you saw jumins face” and things of the sort like stOP

           -The first time you had a problem with your heart when you were with him it scared the sHIT OUT OF HIM MC WHAT’S WRONG

           -But he noticed the whole time you were there, you were anxious and always on the verge of tears and Juju will not have that

           -Literally had a room made just for you for whenever you need to be admitted and it looks just like home

           -“It’s your home away from home. Funny, right? MC why are you crying it was supposed to be funny” no its because you’re so swEET JUMIN WHAT THE FUCK STOP

           -He’s sad he can’t bring Elizabeth to console you but he does his best. Always sits with you, petting your hair and kissing you softly

           -His tall ass crawls into your bed at night too so he can hold you like duDE WATCH OUT FOR THE IV YOU’RE TOO TALL YOU DON’T FIT PLS YOUR KNEE IS DIGGING INTO ME


           -He knew your medical history, he did do a background check on you after all

           -So he knew that you’ve had frequent trips to the hospital your whole life

           -He did not realize, however, that you’d be this terrified of just visiting the hospital to see Saeran (after the whole mint eye thing of course)

           -It wasn’t very obvious to anyone else how afraid you were, but he could tell

           -You were in a lot of danger when the two of you were saving Saeran and you didn’t bat an eye

           -But the moment you stepped foot in the hospital, you got quiet. When you did talk, you started to stutter and trip over your words. You had a lot of trouble looking around or at anyone  and that wasn’t the MC he knew

           -You explained that due to your weak immune system, you’re a frequent in the hospital. You get sick easily and it hits you hard. But being surrounded by the multitudes of machines, hearing the sad sounds of people losing loved ones, you just couldn’t handle it

           -From then on, every time you’re admitted to the hospital, he brings a back full of different outfits so he can entertain you, and get your mind off of everything that was happening around you

           - mc i’m your doctor im gonna have to give you an exam wink wonk

           -Full of stupid jokes, hand holding, and kisses to the cheek. He is the deFENDER OF JUSTICE and he will DEFEND YOU FROM ALL OF YOUR FEARS. He’s such a dork??? How can you even think about what’s happening around the hospital to freak you out. It was practically like being at home with him around


           -You immediately told him about your health conditions when the two of you met

           -You unfortunately had to stay in the hospital frequently because of bad epileptic episodes

           -Well, you would go home of course, but some episodes were too risky to go immediately home, so you’d have to stay

           -And you HATED it, like, THIS PLACE ISN’T HOME

           -So every time it happens, he makes it home for you

           -Always bringing you favourite blankets and pillows from home

           -He even tries to bring calming candles so you won’t be as afraid you cant really…light those in here v

           -He’s always talking in such a calming tone that you’re just kind of….relaxed. Please tell me some stories V, lull me to sleep and ease my nerves . He’s always reading fairytale stories to you

           -On days that you’re extra anxious, he shows you videos he’s taken of you, of the RFA, and of random things you love the ones he takes of dogs and you know he does it just for you

           -Overall, he’s just always there to listen to you. You can rant and rave and cry angry tears because you’re so afraid and just want to go home, but he’s there to wipe your tears away and the only home that matters is the one you have with him <3


           -He knows what it’s like to be in the hospital for a long time

           -I mean, right after Saeyoung took him from Mint Eye, he was in there a long time to get all of that shit out of his blood stream and all of that, so he kind of gets it

           -When you have to go to the hospital pretty often because your kidneys were weak and almost always on the verge of failing, he freAKS OUT


           -Pulls it together (well on the outside at least) fairly quickly when he notices how nervous you are every time, no matter how often you have to go

           -You’re almost on the verge of tears every time because?? Every time you’re here you’re fairly close to dying and WOW that’s scary as fuck this place sucks

           -But he’s always there for you, no matter what. He might not say much (and nO ITS NOT BECAUSE HIS VOICE WILL GIVE AWAY HIS FEAR SHUT UP MC) but he’s there to hold your hand through it all, and tries to act like wiping your tears is an inconvenience though you know it’s not and that hes just trying to be tough

           -Actually stays up for days at a time to watch over you and make sure everything is alright which makes you feel bad but also really puts you at ease??

           -Like nothing bad is gonna happen because Saeran will pUNCH IT IN THE FACE. That fear? PUNCH IN THE FACE. All the beeping machines? PUNCH IN THE FACE. Doctor comes in the room in the middle of the night and scares the shit out of you? saERAN ITS THE DOCTOR PLEASE DON’T PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE

           -He buys a bunch of sweets- like cake, cookies, ice cream, things of the sort- and pretends it’s all because he wanted it himself but he guesses he can share with you, if it’ll help lift your spirits and take your mind off of the fact you’re in here

Bambam Imagine - Hogwarts (Part 1)

A/N - Part 1 to this little Harry Potter/Hogwarts AU series! Super excited to get into this and I hope you all enjoy~ For anyone wondering, I made a post with all of the member’s Hogwarts house aaaages ago that I’m using for this AU series so go read that if you’re interested. Anyway, here we go!

Part 2

Pacing the Ravenclaw common room with your hands in your hair was a common occurrence when you were stressed. No one would talk to you and would just let you freak out for a bit until you calmed down. Tonight, what had gotten you stressed was a surprise exam in two day’s time. You had just two days to prepare yourself for it which in your eyes was nowhere near enough time. Tonight you were allowing yourself to stress about it before you went to the library and sat with your head in a few books for hours. Your two best friends, Mark and Jinyoung, were sat on a sofa watching as you had a slight mental breakdown. They had seen you like this too many times to be worried and knew it wouldn’t be long before you took a deep breath and sat down. When you had managed to calm yourself down, you sat in between them both, ready to focus on something other than he upcoming exam. 
“So you’re back with us now?” Mark asked teasingly, offering you some chocolates he had been sharing with Jinyoung. 
“Yep, I’m done and ready to study so I can pass that exam.”
“You’re going to drag us off to the library now, aren’t you?”
“Yes I am, Mark because you always procrastinate and I ain’t about to let my best friend fail, okay?“
“She has a point, Mark. You’re the laziest Ravenclaw ever,” Jinyoung added, siding with you and making Mark sigh heavily. 
“Fine. If I have to.”

The three of you walked from the common room to the library, notes in hand to prepare for the exam. As you walked in, you saw a couple of your non-Ravenclaw friends: Jackson, Yugyeom and Bambam, two Gryffindors and a Slytherin. It had become much more common for people to make friends with others in different houses but people would still often give funny looks to any Slytherins and Gryffindors who were friends, purely because of the long lasting rivalry between the two. As you, Mark and Jinyoung sat down, the previously quiet table was now buzzing with conversation. You had your head in a book, reading up on a topic you were less comfortable with, making sure you could get it figured out. 
“(Y/N), are you ever going to pay attention to us or are you not busy being a nerd?” Jackson asked jokingly. 
“Just living up to the Ravenclaw name, Jackson. Got to keep up the house reputation, y’know?”
“Hence I’m in the house for the brave,” he retorted, a smug and cocky expression on his face. 
“More like the house for the reckless,” you replied, before turning back to your book. The others on the table laughed at Jackson who was unable to fire a good enough comeback at you. 
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were savage enough to be in Slytherin,” Yugyeom said, making you look up from your work again. 
“If you want savage, then go to Jinyoung and not me. That boy can roast anyone within seconds.”
“I don’t know, I feel like you’d fit right in with us, (Y/N),” Bambam said, smiling at you. Feeling a slight blush rise, you smiled at him before putting your head back down and continuing writing up your notes.

Hours later in the common room, you were sat by the fireplace with Mark just chatting before you went off to bed. 
“Is something going on with you and Bambam?” He asked curiously. 
“Um, no. Why?”
“Well earlier when he mentioned you suiting Slytherin, you blushed.”
“Did I?”
“Yeah. It wasn’t very noticeable and I could only tell because I was right next to you but I still saw it. Do you like him?”
“I mean, I barely know him or talk to him but sure, I guess.”
“No, I mean do you like like him?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m asking if you have a crush on him, you idiot. For a Ravenclaw you can be slow at times.”
“Hey! And I just said I barely know him so I think that answers your question.”
“You can have a crush without talking to them often.”
“I suppose. But anyway, I just want to be friends with him. Besides, a popular guy like him isn’t going to be seen with a little Ravenclaw girl like me, is he?”
“If all you cared about was being friends then you wouldn’t think about that, would you?”
“What? Mark, shut up oh my god.”
“I’m telling Jinyoung.”
“Don’t you fucking dare move from that spot, Tuan. I don’t want anyone to hear about this, okay? I don’t have a crush on him and I don’t want you telling people I do.”
“The lady doth protests too much, methinks.”
“Don’t go quoting Shakespeare on me, boy. Since when did you read that ‘muggle shit’ anyway?”
“Since I saw your copy of Hamlet and Jinyoung told me it was good. But that’s besides the point. You’re being overly defensive about it so I can’t help but think you do care about him a little bit.”
“You will be the death of me, Mark Tuan.”
“I know. But don’t worry, I won’t say anything to anyone until you’ve figured out how you feel about Bambam,” he said as he winked at you before running off to the dorm he shared with Jinyoung and a few other Ravenclaw boys. You sighed and walked off to your own dorm room so you could sleep and forget about Mark’s teasing. Was he right that you did care about Bambam? No, he couldn’t be. You’d know if you liked him, wouldn’t you?

Just; C.H. 1

I wanted to do a one shot about Fratboy!Calum and it got seriously out of hand.. Like > 23 000 words out of hand (and I’m not done yet)
So enjoy the first part, let me know if you like this then i’ll update! xx

I couldn’t concentrate with over twenty boys yelling at each other, at least half of them being shirtless, and their ball landing near our table every five minutes, distracting me even more than possible. I tried my best to keep my gaze upon the repetition of the eukaryotic cell, but I was only human and in some way, a hormonal young girl. Who wouldn’t stare. 

I drop my marker on the wooden picnic table I was currently seated at, raising my head to hear Ashton Irwin yell something towards his mate, Luke. Luke Hemmings was the typical blonde handsome guy, lip pierced and sparkling blue eyes swooning every girl he’d wink at. He was an okay guy though, when you got him alone. I bet they all were. But when they were in pack, I had gotten the advice to steer away as quickly as possible. I once experienced that first hand.

Calum Hood yelled something in return, incoherently for my selective deaf ears, my eyes slowly dragging over his sweaty, uncovered torso. I know my tongue is poking past my half open lips, probably dragging along the dried, chapped flesh, but I couldn’t help myself. If there was anything that got me hot, then it would have to be tattoos. And Calum had enough of those to stare at. His arms, his torso were covered in black spots of drawings I’d never seen up close enough to examine them and cool down my interest. He never noticed me though, being busy with football and the girls throwing themselves at his feet. 

All the boys were popular beyond belief, not only because of their winnings with the team lately, I’m sure their looks were a big deal as well. The swarm of girls around them were considered the hot, popular girls of the school. Desperate for attention and probably studying something in college because daddy had enough money. I wouldn’t take a leap that it was for that brain of theirs. I couldn’t stay that I was one to study often, but I tried to keep my grades up and hopefully one day graduate. If that were to be with honours, I’d consider myself lucky.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that I am at the bottom of the pecking order. If Calum Hood was a lion, I’d be a gazelle. At least I still get to eat the grass. There are others that aren’t as fortunate as I am. He, or any other team member or any of those girls for that matter, didn’t bully me in any way or ever made me feel unwelcome. Mainly because none of them ever spoke to anyone beside their friend clique. I’ve seen the girls throw dirty looks towards some of the less fortunate students however, and that look was enough for me to stamp them with bitch. Sometimes I felt like my brain was too old for the age society had given my body, and I tried to steer away from anything that resembled high school characteristics.

I did however have a class with Calum at the beginning of the last semester, which he dropped out of as soon as he realized it interfered with his training. I knew one of his football mates though, Ashton. Once upon a time we were lab partners and got along pretty great. For that semester that is. By now if I receive a small smile from him when I pass him in the hallway, I should consider myself lucky. It didn’t matter anyway, we weren’t friends to begin with and it’s not like he had any value towards me. I couldn’t deny that Ashton was an amazing, attractive and sweet guy. I know that if I’m every in a pickle he’ll help me out immediately, because that’s just how he is. “Y/n… Y/n!”

I turn my head towards the noise and am met with my two friend’s glares. They didn’t really enjoy the fact that sometimes, even during conversations, I’d disappear into my own head to overanalyse anything that came down my path. Most of the times they’d let me be, make some stupid remark about it and move on with their lives. But exams were coming up and I desperately wanted my brain to shut off partially, keeping the motivated and socially uninterested part alive and well.

“Stuck in your own head again?” Sarah chuckles loudly as I tear my gaze away from the football field. A stupid grin makes its way onto my lips as our gazes meet. “Once you’ll get permanently stuck there.” She points her pen towards me before her gaze falls back onto the papers in front of her. “At least I won’t be stuck with you bitches.”

A gasp leaves my brunette friend Sherlyn’s lips before her marker lands against my cheek. I can’t help but laugh loudly, throwing my head back. “Thanks for the marker, needed one.” I uncap it and examine it closely, dragging it along the black ink scattered across my papers.

“Give that back.” Sherilyn leans over the wooden picnic table, swiftly pulling the fluorescent yellow colour out of my hand. The table falls back into silence and I sigh deeply, trying to gain focus back onto the eukaryotic cell I’d been stuck on since lunch. At this rate I would have to suck cock to pass this class (I wasn’t actually planning on doing that, if you’re wondering).

“When’s your last?” Sarah sparks up conversation again and I know she’s sick of studying for her economics class. I let my gaze wander over the biological figures of my own stack of papers, scolding myself for not being further and cursing myself for being so easily distracted and overall horrible.

“Thursday. It’s that bio informatics course I had to follow this semester.” I roll my eyes when I think back about my discussion with the man who took cares of all student’s curriculum. I didn’t even bother to learn his name. 

“If it isn’t mandatory I don’t understand why you had to do it. Seems like a waste of time to me.” Sherilyn shrugs her shoulders and flips another page. Normally she was the one constantly distracting Sarah and I, but this finals period she had been on fire. She had to retake some of her classes after a very horrendous year for her, and now she was determined to pass. After all, her mates were a year higher than her by now.

“The end of the school party is that Thursday. Are we going?” Sarah leans back and fishes a water bottle out of her bag pack, chugging half of it down while she awaits my answer. I let my gaze wander off to the football field again, watching the guys playful shove each other for the ball. I wonder what it’s like to be a guy. I honestly believe life would be an awful lot easier on me. I see Calum throw his head back when Luke lands on the hard grass with a thump, his hands clutching his stomach before he bends over.

“Isn’t that their frat throwing it?” I nod my head to the boys fifty meters away and both girls turn before Sarah hums in response. 

“Yes. You know those are the best parties out there. And come on, it’s the last one before I leave on holiday.” Sarah bats her eyelashes at me as she leans her head on the back of her hands, Sherilyn chuckling along. 

“You get away, Sher and I are stuck here, for your information.” I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms over my chest. I didn’t mind going to a party, but the frat parties tend to get out of hand just the slightest. And I didn’t mean the actual party, no. I mean losing my mates only to have to drag some sleaze that is pinning them against the wall away before holding their hair all night as they hover over the toilet bowl. Sobers you right up, if you’re wondering. That, and I didn’t have a skimpy outfit which seemed to be mandatory for such occasions. 

“Don’t be a sourpuss.” Sarah rolls her eyes and I scoff again, my answer delayed as the football hits my bare ankle. I merely stare down, hearing the heavy footsteps already approach our paper littered table. “Hi Y/n.”

I look up to meet Ashton’s warm smile, emanating a small smile on my own lips as I pick up the ball and let it roll into his hands. 

“Hi Ash.” I turn back towards my books and I feel his presence still there, my hand lifted over my eyes to gaze up at the tall boy. His unruly hair is matted against his face and he’s out of breath. I think they have been going at it longer than we have been here studying. And that is over a couple of hours already.

“It’s been a while.” I hum in response, nodding along, waiting to see where he’d go with this. “Are you coming to our party next Thursday?”

I throw my head to the other side to see the opinion of my two girl friends and then the decision is settled. Not that I have any say in this, because I’d probably stay home, order a pizza and fall asleep before the first movie is on. “Apparently we are.”

That cute grin of Ashton makes its appearance as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Great. Then we’ll see you there.” He nods his head as some sort of goodbye and jogs back over to the boys who by now are all hollering at their returning friend. 

“He’s so adorable.” Sarah giggles and I smirk at my mate, shaking my head lightly. “Not sure if calling him adorable will help him score.” A glare is immediately shot my way, followed by loud laughter resonating from Sher and I’s lips. 

“I’m heading off. This is distracting me even more than Netflix right now so I can as well go home. This exam is tomorrow; it’s going to be a disaster.” I groan as I slam my thousand-page book closed, fishing my papers together and stuffing them in my ratted, old black bag. 

“I’m not staying long either, I have to get dinner started.” Sher says out loud without raising her eyes off of the black letters. “Good luck, both of you.” I squeeze both of their shoulders as my form of goodbye and walk in the general direction of my home. 

Part 2 can be found here!

Horses for courses, but tonight Isak felt like he owed Even something to make up for all the school and social stress he went through and dumped on him this week. It was protocol- actually no, it was basically a law that Isak was never to touch the kitchen, even when Even was around to supervise. But fuck it Isak thought, and quickly googled a ‘romantic dinner for two’ recipe whilst walking home from the park where he had earlier been with Sana. The first link that came up was some guy named Jamie Oliver which had a ‘chicken milanese with spaghetti‘ recipe with the difficulty being not too tricky. “Suits me” Isak thought, and entered the first food shop he came by to buy the ingredients. Luckily Isak knew that Even wasn’t home until later, since he was at work, which should theoretically give him enough time to fuck it all up and restart again.

Step one: Peel and finely slice the garlic. Yupp, can do. Damn, these are some serious MasterChef vibes he’s getting already. Goodness knows why Isak doesn’t do this more often. Might as well step up the game whilst he’s ahead. He goes and gets an onion and begins to ‘finely dice’ it like he’s seen Chef Even do a thousand times before, always in awe of how such fine and well crafted hands of his can perform such delicate movements.

Hands….  Even’s hands… I mean: Even’s hands. Can anyone really say they’ve seen true beauty if they haven’t seen those hands. Them that had held him, stroked him, touched him in plac-

No, stahp that Isak. Snap out of it. (Ayyyee snap- as in snapback) Jjsafkjsj stop it, just concentrate, Isak argues to himself in his little dazed head. Focus on the onion, yes, a simple task that is bound to make your hella hot boyfriend swoon over you before he even gets a chance to eat it.

In the awe of the moment of Isak filling himself with false hope that this cooking was going to go well, he starts to feel a very persistent and tingly sensation in his eyes, which then forces himself to cry, his face scrunching up, and he places the knife in the sink, away from any possible damage that could happen to anything or anyone. Eeeejjjj fy, it stings like a mothertrucker, damn, Even is so lucky to have ME sacrifice my time and my tears to make him this romantic meal for him.

The tears keep on coming and coming, with every drop running down his chin making him more in love with the thought of how proud Even would be of him when he gets home to find all the sweat and tears (hopefully no blood) that Isak has put into making this meal. He just stands there in the kitchen, slowly breathing in and out to calm his eyes down with his hands on the counter and his body weight shifting towards said counter, just when (you guessed it) the apartment door makes that familiar sound of being unlocked from the outside and opened.

“Heisa” Even tells Isak from the entrance, his voice carrying a light, fluttering tone. Shit! Isak thinks to himself, nei, nei, nei, Even no. I love you dude and all, but couldn’t you have waited like an hour later to come home and given myself a chance to redeem my handsomeness? I mean yes, I’m a hot mess right now, but you haven’t given me time to finish this dinner for you- And what are you doing home already?? You’re meant to be at work and-. Even interrupts Isak’s thoughts (which, btw, were going at approx. 10 000 thoughts /minute) by hugging him from behind, sliding his arms around his torso, aligning their two bodies together like they had done a million times before, whilst perfectly placing his face into Isak’s neck and decorating his jawline with beautiful, small pecks.

“What is it you’re doing?” Even asks, using that low, soft, buttery voice of his. “What is it I’m doing?? What is it you’re doing home this early!?” Isak inquires back quickly enough to wipe away the newest stream of tears that had left his eyes. Even notices this movement immediately and decides to act delicately in response to this “I-, work. Work didn’t really want me there, to, work-” He pauses, loosening his grip and moving so that his back was leaning against the kitchen counter, the two bodies being side by side. “Isak? What is there? What- why? What’s happening?” The worried look glancing all over Isak’s body, resulting in Even bringing his hand closest to Isak up to Isak’s chin, turning it so that they were now face to face. “It’s nothing, Even. I just decided to, to make dinner for us, since you’ve been so supportive with the exams and the stress and it’s all gone wrong and I’m crying and…. and I wanted to do something for you.” Isak looks into Even’s eyes, making sure to send the message that this was actually 100% pure truth, wiping another stream of tears making their way down his soft™ face.

“Isak, though..” His low voice activated again. Even see’s the situation as how it is and chooses not to question it, but instead to enjoy it. I mean, he did just attempt to do the impossible that is to cook, Even thinks. Without any thought about it, he takes Isak’s hand in his, whispers a “come” to him, nods towards the kitchen door with a calm expression and leads him out of the kitchen into their dining room/living room/bedroom- call it what you like, but it’s their room, and sits Isak down onto the bed next to him, both backs against the wall, both bodies side by side, linked together by the hip. The sun is still in the sky, not even having a passing thought about coming down for the night. The birds are having a dandy time outside and the local children too (for their balcony doors are open due to the heat). Everything in the moment is relaxed. Quiet. Calm. This now including the tear-faced Isak, as he has gotten his breath back and his eyesight free of wet blobs.

“So” Even says, looking at Isak, his body slightly turned towards him and their hands still intertwined, in a voice that’s not quiet enough for a whisper, but also not loud enough for the opposite wall to hear either, “Tell me -

                                                                                                            - Hva skjer?”

Part 2 of this is here

:o)  I’m really sorry that I can’t finish their evening together. It’s way to late for me to do so (00:40 in the morning- lol whoops!), but if you would like, I can wrap it up tomorrow for you. I hope you enjoyed this (ngl, but I actually got the idea with the onion after chopping up an onion myself last night, and crying so much from it!) Thanks for reading!!!! Sorry (not sorry) that it got quite long! I would also like to dedicated this lil blob of words to @beanievaltersen @julieseven and @isakschili because all of your writing has encouraged me to put my weird thoughts into words❤️

Love from, Natacha.

Stress Relief (or not)

Summary: Pastel!Dan just wants to relax by himself after a hard day at school. After not seeing him all day, Punk!Phil wants to join. Baking and flirting ensue.

Word count: 1614

Other pastelxpunk:  x x x x 

Dan lets out a frustrated groan as he collects some books from his school locker. He’s been sat in lessons, that he has no interest in, all day and had spent his break and most of lunch studying for upcoming exams. It’s been pretty much nonstop. He hasn’t even seen Phil today, maybe Phil isn’t even in. It wouldn’t surprise him.

He finishes putting the majority of the contents of his locker in his bag before slamming the door shut. The loud noise raises a few heads of the people who are slumping by, but when was that anything new? When you are a pastel colours wearing guy who is dating Phil Lester you are bound to raise a few heads by just existing.

He joins the gaggle of people with poor posture (yes that is a quote from a vid this is how I entertain myself I’m sorry). After a tiresome day he just wants to get home to relax. Maybe do some baking or yoga as a form of stress relief. Just as he finds himself hoping that Phil wasn’t still in school - as frankly, he just needs some alone time - he hears his name being called by that exact person.

“Hey, Dan!” Phil shouts across from where he was stood by their usual ‘meeting tree’. The dark attired teenager waves in his direction and ads “come over here”.

Dan gives a little unnoticeable huff, but makes his way over to his boyfriend. Sure, he could’ve just brushed Phil’s request off and walked home. But despite his harsh persona, Phil’s emotions towards Dan are almost delicate. And Dan doesn’t want to deal with that.

Because of the heaviness of his backpack his feet drag slightly which makes him to scuff the side of his mint green doc martens. Pity, they are his favourite shoes. He stops and looks down to assess how easy they’d be to fix.

Before he can even look up he has Phil’s hands on his shoulders and a question thrown at him; “are you okay?”

Phil’s constant worrying if Dan was hurt annoys him sometimes. He replies with a simple, “I’m fine. I just scuffed my shoe”.

Phil takes Dan’s back pack and slings it over his own shoulders, taking Dan’s hand in his own. This is something that usually makes Dan happy. He was usually excited at the prospect of spending the afternoon with Phil and secretly basked in all of the attention that he got from people who were staring at them as they left the school grounds. But not today.

Today Dan wants to de-stress in his own time, with his own methods. He knows that if his boyfriend was there then he would want Dan to be happy immediately, even if it meant threatening to punch the teacher - who had caused all of this stress - in the face.

“Phil I just want to go home and be alone today. You understand right?”

Dan looks up at the older boy who has an expression of someone who had just been told that their pet had died. Not something that appeared often on the punks face. “But why” he asks.

Dan sighs, he was hoping that he wouldn’t have to explain, but Phil would only blame himself if he didn’t. “Just exam stress, you know. I just want to go home and sit in the quiet. Maybe bake some cupcakes. I’ll bring you one tomorrow if I do”.

“Dan, you know half of the teachers are scared of me you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do, Phil!” Dan shouts over him, getting annoyed now. “Believe it or not I actually want to pass! So I’m going to do the work but I also need time ALONE!”

“O-okay” Phil mumbles, shocked from the outburst of his usually quiet little pastel clothed boyfriend.

Dan takes a deep breath to calm down before hugging Phil’s waist quickly and saying “bye”. He walks off, out of the school gates.


Dan is halfway home when he hears Phil’s voice “hey Dan you forgot your bag!” Dan turns around to see Phil walking perfectly normally behind him. No evidence of him running. He knows that Phil is fitter than him but he isn’t capable of running after somebody without getting a little out of breath.

"Phil. Have you been following me home?” Dan questions, eyebrows raised.

“Um, no I just wanted to give you this”, Phil hands the bag to Dan. Then stands there for a few seconds before saying what had been going through his mind; "I know you said you wanted to be alone right now but I can be quiet, you won’t even notice that I’m there. I just want to be with you and I haven’t seen you all day”.

“Fine. If you aren’t going to let me go, then come on. But I won’t hesitate to kick you out if you annoy me”.

Dan dramatically throws his bag back at Phil before continuing to walk home. The older boy puts the bag over his shoulders and clambers after him.


“I’ve never made cupcakes before” Phil confesses as he leans awkwardly on the worktop of Dan’s kitchen, the latter is almost furiously opening different cupboards to get ingredients out after pre-heating the oven.

“What a surprise, Phil. You really look like the kind of person who spends their free time baking” Dan remarks sarcastically, as he stands up on his tip-toes to get the eggs out of a high cupboard. The view of Dan’s little chubby tummy is much appreciated by Phil as his top rises up.

Phil gasps as he sees what Dan has retrieved from the cupboard. “I can’t believe that you are an eggs-in-the-cupboard kind of person. I would never have thought that of you, Dan. I don’t know if we can be together anymore”.

“You know where the bloody door is” Dan replies, although he is secretly amused at his complaint. If only everybody could see the so called ‘guy who should not be messed with’ now.

“Wow, you’re so moody today. It’s not your time of the month, is it?”

Dan glares at Phil, “do you want this in your face?” he threatens, gesturing to the egg in his hand.

“No but I know something else that I would like in my face” Phil says as he moves closer and grabs Dan’s butt. Dan pretends to move into Phil’s touch but then ends up kicking him, making him move away with an ‘oww’.

“I’m teaching you how to make cupcakes, a very important life skill. Now focus!” Dan measures out the caster sugar and margarine and puts them both in a large bowl. He then gets a wooden spoon from a draw and hands them both to Phil. “first you have to cream the butter and sugar”.

“Excuse me, you want me to what?”

“Cream it”

“You want me to-”

“Oh for goodness sake, mix it around”

“Whatever you say” Phil smirks. He finds a riled up Dan very attractive.

Phil tries his best to mix the ingredients together, but it’s not up to Dan’s standards, so the latter snatches the bowl off of him and does it himself. After a little debate in his mind, he cautiously hands an egg over, “now crack this in the bowl. In the bowl, Phil”.

Phil follows Dan’s orders, and does so with the next egg. When he sees Dan sigh and dramatically wipe his brow he is offended and says “hey, what were you worried about? I have excellent aim”.

Dan then mixes the eggs in, explaining what he is doing to Phil, who nods in interest. He puts the bowl on the worktop so he can get the sieve and the flour that he had weighed out. “This is a sieve, you put the flour through it to get rid of lumps and add air”

“Can I sieve it then?” Phil asks.

“urm-” Dan mumbles but complies, handing Phil the sieve and pouring the flour into it as soon as it’s over the bowl. Phil is quite enthusiastic which leads to a fair amount of the flour not making it to the bowl. “Phil! You’ve gotten it all over my top!” Dan whines.

“I guess you’ll just have to take it off then”

Dan frowns. “That was your plan all along wasn’t it? Follow me home, sabotage the baking and ruin my clothes so I have to take them off”

“You make me sound like a stranger, not your boyfriend”

“Whatever, this-” he gestures to his t-shirt “is staying on, for the rest of the baking”

“Jesus, how long will this go on?!” Phil complains. As it turns out; Phil is not much of a baking in their free time person.

Once all of the flour in the mixture is combined, Dan shows his vast cupcake case collection to Phil. Most are pastel colours and floral patterns. Of course, Phil spots the only dark coloured ones (that Dan had used for Halloween one year) and picks them out. They line the bun-tin with six cases each. Dan chose mint green cases.

After dividing the mixture equally Dan says “now they go in the oven for 20 minutes”.


“That was exhausting” Phil states, collapsing onto the sofa in Dan’s living room.

“Not up for some yoga now then?” Dan asks and then copies him, but collapses on top of Phil instead of the sofa. Phil wraps his arms around Dan’s tummy and nuzzles his face into the back of his neck, his dyed blue fringe tickling the skin.

“No” Phil replies worriedly.

“I was joking, maybe next time”


A/N: damn I’m so tired. I start back at school tomorrow and Idk how I’m gonna get through these 18 exams of subjects that I have no interest in. I’ll probably not post much in these next couple months (or maybe I’ll post more cos procrastination).
   I’ve been reading a lot lately, and with reading comes comparison and self doubt, but hey at least I’m writing something. Hopefully more neko!Dan next.

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hoshijamjam  asked:

A new Request! Hey KIMBAB ADMIN❤ I miss u already. Hehe You're in the same class with svt! All of them. What are they doing in the class, what kind of student are they and r they friendly to you?. Thank you 💕

S.Coups: Seungcheol is class president, but he doesn’t do anything. People just voted for him because everyone loves him and he “looks” responsible. He’s team captain of the school’s basketball team, and a team member of other sports teams as well. He gets in trouble a lot for not doing the class president tasks and leaving it to Jihoon, so sometimes, he has to stay after school to finish class reports.

That’s how you officially met Seungcheol.

After your club activities, you’re on your way back to the classroom to pick up your backpack. The door is open and you enter class, and that’s where you see Seungcheol sitting on his desk with his hands on the sides of his head. You call out his name, but he doesn’t answer. You approach him and place a hand on his shoulder and shake it, and his head just slams onto the desk. He opens his eyes and looks up at you, and you realize he fell asleep. You resist slapping your forehead.

He asks what time it is, and when you answer, his eyes go wide. He screams, “I’M GOING TO BE LATE FOR BASKETBALL PRACTICE.” He’s about to stand up, but looks down at the blank piece of paper on his desk, screaming, “I can’t leave without finishing the report though! What am I going to do?!” You feel bad so you offer to do it for him just this once. You’re done your club activities anyway, and you’re in no rush to go home.

He thanks you and speeds off, promising to make it up to you. The next day, you find a little box with a bunch of candies and chocolates inside, and you know exactly who it’s from. He starts talking to you a bit more, and even if they’re just hello’s and goodbye’s, it puts a smile on your face.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan is almost always surrounded by girls. He’s really popular and gets confessions very often, but he sadly rejects all of them. He’s an angel in front of the teacher, but goes back to being a demon when they’re gone. By demon, I mean he silently sabotages those on his bad side, cheats at school sports events; he never gets caught though because he’s slick.

You talk to Jeonghan for the first time at a school sports event.

After hearing about the amazing first prize, you sign up for the obstacle race. It has to be done in teams, so all participants have to pick a name in a hat. You get Jeonghan, and you’re honestly kind of scared because all the girls are glaring daggers at you. When you turn to him, he just grins, “Don’t worry about them. Just focus on the race. We’re winning first place, alright?”

You nod your head and get ready to run. After the countdown, you and Jeonghan sprint, focused on winning first place. Your teamwork is great; you guys are like two pieces in a puzzle. You both actually do end up winning first place fair and square, and it’s amazing because for the first time ever, Jeonghan didn’t cheat.

When you’re handed the prize, you offer to split it in half, but he just says, “No, it’s all right. Take it; I’ve won too many times already anyway.” Then he just walks off, and you scoff at his cocky reply. In class, you bet he goes to your desk sometimes just to say hi.

You end up being paired with him at every sports events, and you know he did something to the draw just to be with you. You don’t complain though.

Joshua: Jisoo is the nice guy of the class, and everyone loves him. He does a lot of volunteering, he sings and plays the guitar at school talent shows, and he’s an active member of the student council. He gets amazing grades, and doesn’t mind tutoring people if they don’t understand what the teacher just taught. He’s pretty popular with the girls, and some of them even pretend not to understand just so they could be tutored by him.

Then there’s you, who’s actually struggling to understand the class work.

You have an exam coming up, but you have no clue what your teacher just taught. You skipped your club activities just to stay in the classroom to study and hopefully teach yourself the work. The door suddenly opens, and when you look up, you see Jisoo at the door.

After a quick hello, you get back to your work and you’re internally crying about how you’re going to fail your exam. Jisoo senses your panic, and walks up to you. He asks, “Are you all right?” With a fake smile, you nod and tell him how you’re just doing a few numbers as practice for the upcoming exam. He takes a quick look at your paper, then says, “…I’m sorry to say this, but you’ve got everything wrong.”

The color drains from your face, and you openly admit that you don’t understand anything. Jisoo then takes a nearby chair and sits in front you. With a smile, he says, “I’ll help you study, then. Our chapters build up from one another, so if you don’t get this now, you’re not going to understand the next chapters.”

He ends up tutoring you every day until the exam. When you get your mark back, you stop yourself from jumping up and screaming because you got 93%. You thank Jisoo afterwards, and he humbly tells you that it’s nothing. You guys start talking a little more afterwards, and you even support him at school talent shows.

Jun: Junhui is known as the school’s player when in reality, he’s never even dated anyone. He just likes to flirt and fool around, but because of this, no one takes him seriously. He sleeps in class all the time and gets sent out of class often for doing so, but he still manages to get one of the best grades in the class. He’s just naturally smart and really good at studying, and despite this, he remains humble.

Junhui takes an interest in you when he realizes you’re the only girl not swooning over him.

You always pass by him with an uninterested look on your face, and sometimes he overhears you scoffing at his pick-up lines while he’s flirting with other girls. He immediately takes a liking to you and makes it his goal to get you flustered at least once.

No matter where you are, he’s always trying to flirt with you, but it never works. You always have a comeback to his pick-up lines or you always cut him off before he could finish. “You must be tired—” “Yeah, tired of you.”

One day, after a particularly difficult exam, Junhui got 96%; the best grade of the class. He even beat Jihoon, who got 95%. People started spreading rumors that he cheated or stole the exam, and even though he looks like he doesn’t care, you just know he does.

On your way to class the next day, you overhear a group of people talking about Junhui. You can sense their envy, and they’re even planning on spreading another rumor, but you raise your voice at them. “Junhui did not cheat,” you say. “He’s always had the best grades in the class, and you all know that. Don’t spread rumors about other people because you’re jealous.”

Junhui actually overhears the conversation, and he smiles to himself, thankful that you defended him. He keeps flirting with you, and sometimes he even sits with you to have a surprisingly normal conversation. He gets annoying and clingy at times, but you know you’d miss him if he stopped.

Hoshi: Soonyoung is a class clown, and one third of the class’ gag trio. He can get away with anything; no one knows how he does it. He always joins school talent shows, and everyone knows him as that kid that could dance amazingly well. Weirdly, he isn’t part of the school’s dance club. He asks the teacher unnecessary questions and makes unnecessary comments all the time, but they’re funny, so no one’s particularly annoyed.

Soonyoung slams the door to your clubroom open, looking like he just ran a marathon.

You’re all by yourself because you wanted to stay behind to finish up some work while the other club members left for home. He interrupted you when he suddenly slammed the door open, asking, “I’m sorry, but can I use your clubroom as a practice room just for a few minutes?”

Apparently, the dance room is booked all week, he’s been kicked out of a bunch of classrooms already because he’s too noisy, and there’s just no room at home. Your clubroom is in a moderately good location, so he’s begging for you to let him practice there.

You tell him you have a lot of work to do and this is the only place you can work in silence, but he tells you he won’t take long. You sigh and let him practice, and it really doesn’t take long. It does distract you, however; you’re so amazed by his dancing that you’ve slowed down on working.

After his practice, Soonyoung thanks you for letting him use the room. Now he knows he’ll be ready for the talent show, and he couldn’t have done it without you. You laugh at his exaggeration, but he just grins at you widely.

The day of the talent show finally comes around, and you’re sitting in the front seat.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo is known for being “tall, dark and handsome”, but he’s actually a shy sweetheart. During class, people think he’s really studious and attentive because he always looks fully concentrated while reading his textbook, but he’s actually reading a manhwa or fictional book behind it. He’s always borrowing books from the school library; he probably read half of them already.

You bump into Wonwoo at the library.

You’re sitting at one of the tables reading a book, and from the corner of your eye, you notice Wonwoo circle the library about five times now. He’s looking up and down every shelf, probably looking for a book. After watching him go around hopelessly, you get up from your spot and approach him.

You tell him you’ve seen him go around the library over five times, and you ask him why. “I’m looking for a book. The librarian said that no one borrowed it yet, so it must be here. I can’t seem to find it though,” he tells you. You ask him what the title of the book is, and after he tells you, your eyes trail down to the book in your hand.

After a laugh and an apology, you hand him the book. His face lights up and he thanks you endlessly, and you can’t help but think that he looks handsome when he smiles. But then he stops cheering, and looks down at the book. With a small smile, he hands it back to you, saying, “Just give it to me when you’re done reading. You got it first, after all.”

You tell him it’s all right, but he insists. You take it with a nod, and promise to give it back to him when you’re done.

When you finish reading, you give it to him in class, and he smiles as he takes it. Whenever you borrow from the library, you’re just hoping you borrow the book Wonwoo’s going to want to read after.

Woozi: Jihoon isn’t class president, but he’s the one doing all the work and tasks the class president should be doing. People ask for him more than they ask for Seungcheol. He gets the best grades in the class, and everyone admires him for being so hard-working. He gets mistaken for being cold and arrogant, but he’s just quiet.

You see Jihoon sitting in the classroom all by himself one day after school.

You were walking past your class after your club meeting, stopping right after catching a glimpse of someone inside. You backtrack and peek your head inside to find Jihoon sitting at his desk, filling up some paperwork. You look at the time and feel bad because it’s already fairly late out, and he’s still inside finishing up some work.

You knock on the door, and Jihoon looks up to face you. He has on his usual blank expression, and you’re somewhat intimidated by his gaze. “Do you need something as well?” he asks. You’re about to say no, but you stop yourself after realizing he said “as well”.

You walk into the class and stand next to his desk, peering down at his paper to see that he’s finishing up the class reports. You tell him that he should finish it up tomorrow instead so that he can get some rest. The teacher shouldn’t mind; it’s Seungcheol’s job to do it anyway.

Jihoon brushes it off, saying that it’s completely fine and that he’s almost done anyway. But you don’t give up, and continue telling him to get some rest. He gets annoyed because you don’t stop, and ends up yelling at you to shut up. Upset, you’re just about to leave, when he quietly says, “…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just… so tired.”

You’ve always known he was hard-working, but you never thought that it was this much of a burden on him. He doesn’t say anything after, and just continues writing the report. You don’t want to leave him alone again, so you grab a nearby chair and help him complete the work.

When you both finish, Jihoon says thank you, and you smile because he isn’t as “cold” as people say.

DK: Seokmin is another class clown, and another member of the class’ gag trio. He’s always so loud and energetic, but everyone loves him because he’s so nice and funny. While he may be goofy, he studies hard and always gives in his work on time. He’s always seen with a smile on his face, and he talks to everyone in class so that no one feels lonely. Because of his kindness, people tend to take advantage of him. Classmates always ask him if he could take their place for cleaning because they know he’s unable to say no.

That’s how you find yourself cleaning up with Seokmin after school.

You and another classmate of yours were scheduled to clean that afternoon, but you overhear them ask Seokmin to take their place because they have “to be somewhere after class”. As usual, he says yes and grins at the classmate before watching them run off. You see him sigh and his smile fades slightly, but he doesn’t say a word and starts cleaning up.

He starts a conversation with you and smiles so widely, you’re almost fooled into thinking he’s fine staying after school to do someone else’s job. You cut him off in the middle of his sentence, asking him why he’s so nice. “I don’t really understand your question?” he says.

You tell him that he’s always doing things for everyone, and that it must be tiring. He has other things to do, just like everyone else. When you look up, you’re surprised to see Seokmin, who’s always smiling, with a shocked expression on his face. “Thank you,” is all he says. But you know he’s saying thank you for being worried, thank you for being able to see past his smiles.

He still continues to say yes to whoever asks him to clean, but only when he knows you’re going to be cleaning too.

Mingyu: Mingyu is the boy that every girl is after, but he’s completely unaware. He’s always eating in class and making really bad jokes, but the girls still love him anyway because he’s so handsome. He laughs at his own horrible joke while the rest of the class just groans. He’s not very active in school activities because he has work right after class.

You stumble upon the café that Mingyu works at after school.

It’s a really hot day, and you’re looking for a nice place that sells iced coffee. You’re on your way to the convenience store, but you give up and enter the nearest café because it’s just so hot. When you walk past the door, you hear your classmate’s familiar voice exclaim, “Order for Samuel!”

You look up to see Mingyu in a uniform giving a smoothie to a young boy. You walk up to the counter to order, and he points at you. “Oh! You’re in my class, right?” he asks. You nod your head and say, “I didn’t know you worked here.”

You guys talk at the counter for some time, and that’s when you realize this is the first time you’ve ever actually spoken to Mingyu. He really is handsome and kind; now you understand why he’s so popular with the girls.

You eventually order an iced coffee, and Mingyu’s the one to make it for you. When he finishes making it, he calls out your name and passes it to you with a grin. “See you in class!” he exclaims before getting back to work.

You haven’t gone to the convenience store after this; the café became your first choice.

The8: Minghao is that cool guy who distracts the teacher before they could take attendance so that any late students can sneak into the classroom. He’s known for taking the best notes; they’re clean, legible and amazingly detailed. It’s like he wrote down what the teacher said word for word. People even offered him money for a photocopy of his notes. He’s fairly quiet in class, and he dashes out the door the second class is over.

You discover that Minghao is an active member of the school’s dance club.

You’ve always wondered why he’s always in such a hurry to leave class. You always thought that it was so that he wouldn’t drown in the sea of people begging for his notes. Shrugging, you walk out of the classroom and walk to the vending machine to get a drink.

While there, you overhear two classmates talking to Minghao about the class notes. That day’s lesson was difficult to understand, so it’s no surprise that people would want them. You hear Minghao say no to them politely, and they just nod respectfully and leave.

Minghao then turns around and starts walking away—in the opposite direction of the school exit. After grabbing your drink, you quietly follow him, wanting to know where he’s headed.

You follow him all the way to the school’s dance practice room, and you see him enter. He accidentally leaves the door slightly ajar, so you walk all the way there to see what he’s doing behind the room. When you peek inside, you see him place his phone on the ground, and a song blasts from it. Minghao suddenly starts dancing and you accidentally gasp loudly when you see just how talented he is.

He hears your gasp, and immediately stops. “Is anyone out there?” he asks. You open the door to reveal yourself, apologizing for invading his privacy. You then begin complimenting him, and he shyly thanks you. You eventually leave after remembering you had an errand to run, but not before telling him one last time how talented he is. You look down at the drink in your hand before holding it out for him, telling him it’s for his hard work.

The next day, you grin when you see him run out of class. And you grin wider when he flashes you a smile before he’s out of sight.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan is another class clown, and the last member of the class’ gag trio. He’s known for being the most energetic out of the three, and he can make anyone smile and talk because he’s so friendly. He’s the king of class presentations. He explains well, he’s funny, he’s charming; everyone’s always looking forward to his presentations. They all call him MC Boo because it’s like they’re watching a variety show while watching him present.

You’re placed in the same team as Seungkwan for a class project.

The project is supposed to be done in pairs, and the teacher chose you to be with him. You’re really intimidated because you know how he is, and you don’t think that you could live up to his expectations. You’re afraid of disappointing him and the class because you aren’t as talented in public speaking.

While splitting up the parts, Seungkwan notices that you look really nervous. “Are you all right?” he asks. Instead of lying to him, you tell him everything, not leaving a single detail. You tell him you’re afraid of lowering his grade, and he cuts you off before you could finish. “I don’t really care about that. I mean, I know grades are important, but I’d rather we both have fun doing this project.”

He helps you practice for the presentation and you get hypnotized or something because you were afraid just seconds ago, and now… you’re not afraid at all. Seungkwan really can make anyone smile and feel comfortable. He gave you confidence.

You guys are the first to present, and once it’s done, everyone compliments you both. You’ve never felt this proud of yourself after a presentation, and you turn to thank Seungkwan for helping you out. He grins and gives you a thumbs up.

He starts talking to you more often during class, and whenever the teacher says they’re going to be picking the teams, you always hope you get placed with him again.

Vernon: Hansol is that one student who always gets called out in class to take his hat/beanie off. He’s always five minutes late to class, but he gets away with it thanks to Minghao. He always has headphones around his neck and dozes off during class, but he still gets decent grades, so the teacher never really says anything.

You learn that you and Hansol listen to the same type of music.

During lunch period, you’re quietly eating your lunch while reviewing for an upcoming exam when you suddenly hear muffled music coming from behind you. When you turn around, you see Hansol with his headphones on listening to music. You can hear a bit of the song he’s listening to, but you don’t really pay attention to it, until you hear it.

He’s listening to your favorite song.

You whip your head around, and display the most shocked expression. Hansol looks up at you in confusion, and you exclaim, “No way! You listen to them too?!” He takes his headphones off and asks you to repeat because he didn’t hear you. After you do, his eyes light up and he nods his head. “Of course I do!” he grins.

You both end up talking about that group, and Hansol even shows you his music library. You find out that he likes many of your favorite songs, and you both end up sharing music most lunch periods.

Dino: Chan is the teacher’s pet, but he doesn’t even realize it. He’s always asking relevant questions and offering to help them carry half of the notebooks to the teacher’s lounge after class. No one calls him out for being one though because he’s so sweet and innocent, and they all love him. He always forgets to put his phone on silent, so a Michael Jackson ringtone sometimes rings in the middle of class.

Chan takes a liking to you when you help him out.

As always, Chan offers to help the teacher bring the notebooks to the teacher’s lounge. However, that teacher has a very important meeting to get to, so he asks him to carry them all to the lounge. Chan picks up the huge pile of heavy notebooks and carefully walks out the door.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” you say to yourself before getting up and rushing out the door after him. You take two steps out the door to find Chan on the floor, along with all the notebooks. He’s picking them up, and you kneel down to help him.

“I’ll help you carry half,” you tell him. He tells you that it’s completely fine, but you just smile and pick up half the notebooks. You both walk to the teacher’s lounge together and drop it off, and Chan doesn’t stop thanking you. You tell him it’s no problem, and he offers to walk you back to class before he leaves for the day.

After this, whenever the teacher leaves for an important meeting, it becomes an unspoken tradition for you and Chan to drop the notebooks off together.

AWW I’VE MISSED YOU TOO MY DUMPLING. this ended up being super long because i was so inspired and it didn’t help that i was listening to mansae when i came across your ask LOL thank you for your request!! ^^

My Right Hand Part 3

Part 1/Part 2  FF Link

As I said, the third chapter was half-written so I finished it a lot quicker. The next chapter is going to be done from scratch so it will probably take me a bit longer to update. I will try to provide regular updates, I really love this setting, but, as always, I am not making any promises. It will depend on the response I get. If you like this story, please reblog it. It will give me drive to write more.

See, the reason I don’t update my fanfics very often and I choose to focus on other projects is that it takes a lot of time to write a 4000+ word chapter and more often than not, I feel like my time is wasted, especially now that the NaruHina train has slowed down considerably.

So if you like it, support it.

Before I start, a big shoutout to @entous-art (aka @entou) who inspired this and @sasaki-nh for allowing me to use her beautiful artwork in FanFiction Net.



flashback/ messages

Nine months ago…

Naruto came back from his scheduled trip at the hospital to find some bags hanging on his apartment’s door handle. There was a note pinned on the door. He recognized the handwriting immediately.

My dearest Naruto-Kun,

I prepared some food for you. I hope you enjoy it.


He grinned widely. It had become a sort of a routine for him. Every time he came back home, either from the hospital, or from a mission there was some food on the door waiting.

He didn’t know how she did it. One would expect that her schedule would get in the way. That she would be on long missions, that she would want to take a freaking break from making food for him every now and then. But no, that bag full of food was always waiting there for him, always hanging on his door handle.

He looked forward to receiving it in fact. It somehow felt special to have somebody like Hinata cook for him. It was the first time somebody was doing something like that for him

He lowered the bag on the ground as he picked up the key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He inwardly felt a small sense of satisfaction as he realized that he was now able to do it a lot easier.

“I’m home…”

There was no response…

He sighed and slumped as he went inside…

Of course there wasn’t a response. Hinata merely helped him until he got his prosthetic. It wasn’t like she was his girlfriend or wife or anything…

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stars in your eyes, flowers in my heart

aka the eventual coffee shop au. written for tog mini bang in partner with @bonzarr and @taratjah

check out their art here: taratjah | bonzar

summary:  Aelin Galathynius runs Stag and Stars Coffee with an iron fist. She has a happy existence, complete with a barista who can mix teas like no one else, and an in house baker who keeps night hours, and regulars from the law school down the street. The only deterrent is their competition-the fancy organic boutique café across the street, Doranelle Café, and it’s manager, surly Rowan Whitethorn. Everyone at Stags and Stars hates Doranelle with a vengeance, especially Aelin. So when one of their main investing companies gets bought by Doranelle’s parent company, there are suddenly changes to be made to Stag and Stars. Suddenly Rowan Whitethorn is in her face, telling Aelin how to do her job, and it doesn’t seem like it’s bringing many customers in. Thankfully, she’s not very good at being told what to do.

pairings: rowaelin, malide, mentioned lysaedion

word count: 17,346


Aelin began everyday of her perfect existence by flipping off the cafe right across from hers.

It was spring, Manhattan was hers, and the delicately curling metal decals on the pretentious ass cafe were glinting, practically taunting her to stick her middle finger up in the air. In solidarity.

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cyanoscarlet  asked:

HCs for how Yuri K, Victor and Phichit will get a 23-year old student to study for her exams? (Not necessarily s/o lol, and no Yuri P this time because I KNOW he'd scream at me and I can feel it) I'm sorely lacking in motivation rn, and I can't believe I have to miss my YOI fix for the next 2 weeks, just look at that crying Thena icon, hahah wish me luck, thanks!!!

Don’t worry, I understand your pain. I can have hard time finding motivation to do my school work, as well. It can be really hard for me to focus, so I relate to you on a spiritual level rn. This one is dedicated to everyone that needs a little extra push today! I know you can do it! Thank for for the request, and good luck with your schoolwork! ((also I did these as friends, since I haven’t done anything very platonic yet!))

[Viktor Nikiforov]

  • Now Viktor is a very persuasive person, so he’s going to get you to hunker down and study one way or another
  • He probably won’t be the best at understanding your frustrations and emotions
  • but let me tell you he is gonna try
  • If your emotions get the best of you and you cry or something, he’s going to be a little shocked
  • He would just give you a hug and beg you to stop crying because you’re too beautiful to cry like why
  • It annoys him that the schoolwork you receive is so extreme that it brings you to this
  • Like why do schools have to be so hard on students ???? you shouldn’t have to cry your way through it ???????
  • Even if he thinks the workload is stupid, he’s going to be there to motivate you and make sure you’re successful
  • He’ll bring you into the kitchen of his apartment and sit down with you on the stools by the counter or at the kitchen table, whichever you like best
  • Viktor would sit with you and read a book while you study, stealing glances at you every so often to check up on you
  • Being as observant as he is, he probably would know exactly when you’d need a snack or a drink
  • When he notices you getting really worked up or frustrated, he’ll distract you by taking your hand and ballroom dancing with you around the living room for a few minutes; it’s also perfect because you can get up and stretch
  • the slow music and steady movements Viktor leads you through help to relax you a bunch
  • also slow dancing with Viktor????? I would study all the time if it meant i would get to do that
  • Even though he takes good care of you while you’re working, he’s going to be strict to make sure you’re focusing
  • He would probably take your phone away if he caught you sneaking glances at it every so often
  • “Are the answers to your exam questions in those Snapchats, (Y/N)? Do those funny dog videos have your notes written in them? Do-“
  • “No Viktor they don’t I’m sorry I’m crying trying my best and I’m frustrated and these exams are going to kill m e
  • He’s the type to give rewards for correct answers
  • Usually chocolates, peppermints, cakes, shots of vodka, etc.
  • even hugs and cheek kisses if you want I mean I know that’s what I’d want
  • If you’ve been studying for a long time, he’ll give you a shoulder massage while you’re hunched over your textbooks
  • He’d probably make you go to bed or at least take a nap once it got late; no matter how much you protest, he’ll insist that you need to put your health first
  • He just wants you to be successful, and he believes in you no matter what

[Yuri Katsuki]

  • This bean is the best study buddy you could ever ask for
  • I mean he wears glasses so he must be pretty smart ???? jk I’m awful
  • He understands the stress and anxiety you’re having from past experience
  • Knowing how your emotions can get the best of you at times like this, he keeps a box of tissues handy in case you need to cry out your frustration
  • When that happens he’ll just hug you and stroke your hair
  • He’s so friggin patient i s2g he’s too perfect for this
  • To motivate you, he just creates a relaxed environment and offers to endure the worst with you
  • He’ll set up a quiet room with a table and create a playlist of relaxing symphonies to have in the background
  • and if you have ADHD like me he’ll take everything off of the walls so you don’t get distracted by the photos or pictures
  • You know this boy will make sure you use effective studying methods and take plenty of rest breaks
  • He’s going to make you get up during breaks and will help you stretch out; every few hours the break will be a short walk outside to get some fresh air
  • If you become angry or frustrated, he’ll stop you and try to help you understand what you’re struggling with
  • I can really see him getting all passionate in his explanations and using examples you’ll enjoy and relate too ugh this boy is adorable
  • He’s going to make sure you’re comfortable while you’re reading your textbooks; if your eyes start to hurt from reading the big walls of text, he’ll sit next to you and read to you out loud
  • Expect a fuckton of praise and encouragements from getting the correct answers
  • He’s gonna make you all kinds of snacks and drinks
  • “(Y/N), I made us pork cutlet bowls to eat! Don’t they look good pls be proud of me!
  • “Yuri how is a 900 calorie meal a snack I don’t understand-“
  • stfu (Y/N) you need the energy to push through and study hard ok just eat this shit i made for you with love jfc
  • Once it gets late, he’ll brew you all kinds of tea and coffee to help you stay awake
  • If you start getting sleepy, though, he’ll do his best to keep you focused
  • He’s going to try his best to stay up with you, but he might not make it and fall asleep on your shoulder
  • It might be you who falls asleep first, though, so he’ll just snuggle up next to you with a blanket and think of it as a reward
  • but for real just imagine you slumped over the table asleep and he just comes right up next to you and wraps a blanket around both of you before clinging to you like a koala omg best friends ever so friggin cute
  • No matter what results you get on your tests, you know he’s going to be proud of your accomplishments and the hard work you’ve put in

[Phichit Chulanont]

  • This boy won’t be the best at helping you study, but he’s going to cry try his best to motivate you and get you through it!
  • He’ll bring a table and chairs into his bedroom so you can be in a comfortable environment but can still have an area to work at without getting distracted
  • He’ll help you get into a productive rhythm and then sit back while you work
  • probably just sits at the table with you and plays around on his phone
  • He’s gonna take a bunch of selfies with you working in the background and post them on Instagram js
  • “(Y/N), you look so cute while you’re working, and-“
  • Phichit pls why are you like this
  • Expect to be constantly bothered by his questions about how you’re doing
  • “Are you comfortable? Do you need any food? Water? Is the oxygen pure enough in here? Am I bothering you?
  • “Phichit enough
  • He would feed you so you wouldn’t have to look away from your textbook to feed yourself
  • The look you make while you concentrate is really cute to him and he really enjoys seeing the expressions you make while you focus but you didnt hear it from me
  • There is a timer set on his phone so every few minutes you can take a break and get up to stretch
  • Once you start to get a little stressed from focusing so hard, he creates a second timer that he calls the “Hug Timer”
  • When it goes off, he jumps right out of his chair and tackles you in a big, warm bear hug
  • You can try to act annoyed, but he can see how much better you feel once you return your focus to your studies
  • plus a hug from Phichit could cure anything tbh
  • When you get frustrated, he shows you funny dog videos and pictures on Instagram to help you calm down and take your mind off of school for a little while
  • Tired of reading yourself? Phichit will take over and read the endless lines of text to you as if he were reading you a fairytale before bed
  • he would even do different voices ugh what a cutie
  • Whenever you feel like giving up on studying and burying yourself in the ground, he bribes you with a reward if you keep going
  • First he promises a drink from Starbucks, then movie tickets, then a trip with him to his next abroad skating event
  • Once you show signs of being physically exhausted, he won’t make you stay awake any longer
  • In fact, he would encourage you to take a nap with him before you got back to work
  • He might not be the best study buddy ever, but he admires you and your perseverance to succeed
Your Question: Do my GCSE grades matter?

Ihave recently been getting a lot of messages from Oxbridge hopefuls who are worried that their GCSE grades will let them down when it comes to having a chance at getting into Cambridge/Oxford, and rather than deal with each question individually & say the same thing to all, I thought I’d make a general post to all who have similar fears.

As somebody who didn’t think she was going to go to Cambridge, I actually thought my 5A*s were not enough to merit coming here; but 2 years of A Levels gives you a different perspective. GCSE’s don’t really seem to matter all that much anymore after A Levels begin. I used to think Oxbridge had certain ‘guidelines’ with GCSE grades, but in actual fact they deal with each case individually. They also realise that, intellectually, people can change between the ages of 16 and 18. You may start taking studies more seriously, or maybe something just ‘clicks’ academically, and all of a sudden you’re getting over 90% in everything. It would be ridiculous for a university to disregard a candidate for a set of grades they got 2 years previous to applying. If anything a dramatic increase in grades shows hard work and determination. If you would like to go for it- work hard in your A Levels and go for it.

Having said this, I have a confession to make. I will tell you something I haven’t even told my friends at university. I got 5A*s, 4As and 1B at GCSE; I then proceeded to take Art, Mathematics, English & French for AS Levels as I had got A*s in all four at GCSE. Somehow, however, at the end of year 12, I ended up getting a D in my French AS. I was horrified as I had worked so hard at this subject, and I had been predicted an A by my teacher. I don’t actually know what happened, but everyone in my year taking French ended up with the same grade. Whether it was an error with the marking, or whether I was just really awful in the exams, I don’t know, I was too humiliated to challenge it. But I thought that was it- the dream of Cambridge was gone. I wasn’t even going to apply here after this, I thought I would be laughed out of the door, but then a little voice (who sounded very much like my mother) said you may as well try. So I did. Now I’m here. They didn’t even mention my AS grades in my interview – instead they remarked at how great it was that I was studying such a broad range of subjects. 

Now, I’m not saying you can fail everything & still get in – I’m just saying good grades aren’t the most important quality needed in an Oxbridge student. People often focus on them way too much when the word ‘Oxbridge’ is involved. Granted, I have no idea what Oxbridge are looking for in a student, it’s a very big mystery, but I have been told about people who have had flawless grades their whole lives, and they still didn’t get into Oxbridge. Grades are important, but what matters the most is you as a person.


One and Only

Summary: Based on Adele’s One and Only.

Word Count: 2,287

Warnings: Light smut.

A/N: I want to write fics based on all of Adele’s songs because she’s my queen and so perfect. 

It was the classic unrequited love story. The cliché-ness of it all made you laugh at times and you’d wallow in self-pity until you saw him once again and he’d smile at you, make you giggle, and have you forget he even had a girlfriend in the first place.

Dean was everything for you. He was beautiful, inside and out. With a heart so big you doubted he held contempt for anyone, you had fallen in love with him from the beginning. Yet, you knew the feelings were not reciprocated. Why would they be? Dean was ethereal, bearing the likeness of a Greek god and the most charismatic personality. And you? You were just you.

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MadTown MBTI

Moos- ENFJ

Moos calls himself the giving angel of MadTown. The members say that he’s the kind of person that is still kind when he’s angry. He’s pretty modest and humble in terms of complimenting himself. He has a strong desire to make a rap about sensibility (First Sensibility anyone?). Typical Fe smile and he’s always laughing at the other’s jokes even when there’s nothing to laugh about. His Fe comes out more in the form of words and how he encourages others. 

When talking about his ideal type he said that he wants to feel something between the two of them; how more Ni can you get? He says that rather than regretting his mistakes over the past, he likes to focus on the future to see how he can achieve his goals. He talks about the past in terms of the past; you won’t find him reminiscing about the old days. 

He seems lethargic from time to time and honestly I was doubting him being an ENFJ but I’ve determined that the reason he has such a complicated personality is because he suffers from anxiety. He has always had a fear of cameras and he’s recently gotten better, but anxiety isn’t something that can just go away suddenly and so because of that he has to suppress his more true feelings and put on a mask of sorts. Because of that, he can sometimes neglect others feelings despite being aware of them because all of that stress probably just clogs up his thoughts. 

Daewon- ENFJ

Daewon is a sweetheart. He describes himself as being pure and having a clean image . He says that he depends on the group’s peace and is charge of bringing warmth. He’s a happy virus that lights up the room and is always cheerful. He gives abundant compliments to others and he always looks so attentive when the other members are talking (especially if it’s something personal). He has said that he is good at taking care of other people (this can be seen in how he even told the cameraman, while filming, to please be careful because there’s a car coming).

I personally think that his kindness towards the other members is severely underrated. He’s the type of person who expresses his Fe through his actions rather through his words. Every interview I’ve watched of them, his eyes give away his empathy regarding the other members (when they’re happy he’s happy, when they’re sad he’s sad). Once Buffy asked him whether he had celebrity disease (being snobby and cocky), and he replied by saying “It isn’t like that now and it will never be like that.”

He talks in terms of the future and he’s actually made a lot of deep remarks. In regards to how he sacrificed part of his youth for his friends he said “My own future was looking pretty dark but I went through the trouble of helping others.” Whenever he’s tired or is doing something he doesn’t like he tells himself that these events will become memories later on so it’s best to get it over with. 

Lee Geon- ESTJ

Although Lee Geon may look like a goofball, he is i fact in charge of bringing order to the members. He’s known as being strict and constantly reminds the others of what they are lacking. He says that he is a very sincere person and doesn’t really worry about things beforehand, but it hits him when it actually happens. 

He can be close to anyone in a short period if time and won’t be angry unless something doesn’t meet his standards. The members say that he sometimes scares people off due to the misconception people have of him just being bossy and cold. He has great speaking skills as can be seen in bts footage or even in interviews. He likes to include his personal experiences when answering questions and tends to do it in detail. I’ve noticed that he doesn’t like pauses in conversation (due to his Te), and so he’ll either ask someone else, or answer for that person to move things along. 

His tertiary Ne comes in whenever he talks about future events and all of the ideas he has of what he wants to do when he gets famous. 

“In regards to our debut and I’m very happy. Because we prepared so much, I’m not worried, but since unforeseen problems could arise, I’m worried in that regard.” 

Jota- ISFP

Jota is described as being a good listener with a soft personality. He has a very easygoing personality but is also very diligent and hardworking. He doesn’t mull over the past because he believes that he will get plenty of chances to redeem himself and he won’t feel satisfied until he can prove himself. He talks about the past in simple and factual terms and even when answering questions he is very present-oriented and straightforward. He is observant of his surroundings but isn’t constantly looking around because his first impulse is to be thinking about stuff in his head. 

He loves to boast of his talents and has strong determination. You can find him introspecting in an interview and he won’t really talk unless the question is directed towards him. He says that it helps when people offer him advice and tell their own stories (Fi-users typically find it easier to analyze their own feelings when they see that other people are also going through a similar situation because unlike Fe-users they won’t subconsciously feel what the other person is feeling because they act solely on their own emotions). 

My ankle was injured, but not to the extend where it will get hurt anymore (it wasn’t really bad). I did the surgery, fortunately the injury stopped and it healed. because of the last exam I felt emancipation. I did it because I like it, but sport is really tiring. Finally many people told me to start do different thing. I quit when I was in 3rd grade in high school. I tried to start again when I was in university but stopped because my heart told me that I can do something else. (Fi)

Heo Jun- ISFJ

Heojun describes himself as having a reserved charm. He’s described as being a good speaker and always being bright. In the group I’m in charge of unexpected qualities. 

“People say someone has unexpected qualities when a person’s appearance is different from their real personality, they have a occult side. The first impression about me is a serious guy, but then that cold feeling disappears.”

He recalls memories and events in detail such as who said what and has a great recollection of those kinds of events. He accurately remembers what advice MBLAQ gave him and he often compares his growth as a person to how he was back then.

His Fe comes from how you can see him being attentive whenever the other members are sharing their personal stories. How he nods, smiles, faces them to let them know that he is listening and they can count on him. He likes people who are kind. I think the biggest giveaway of his Fe is how he puts the whole group before himself. 

“Rather than focus on personal skills, I want to focus on MADTOWN first. Then if there is a chance come to me to show my personal skills, it will be nice. There will be a day when I can show my skills.”

Buffy- ISTJ

He didn’t really put much thought into his stage name because he didn’t think it was anything important. Tends to be repetitive in what he says. When talking about past events he doesn’t include his emotions but rather recalls information like a logical series of events (x happened because of x). 

“I haven’t been here since the age when I walked around holding my parents hands. It reminded me a bit of the old times. Also, since the hyungs were here the feeling was a bit new.” (Si)

Is very forthright, he just says whatever he thinks without sugarcoating like when he said that Daewon seems to have two faces for broadcast. Says that he isn’t good at improvising and has poor variety sense (inf. Ne). 

He calls himself the brain of the group and is usually calm and collected. He has this dignified and composed look about him that screams Te. He has a very direct and firm gaze and comes off as being serious. Typical Te monotone voice and he hardly ever falters when speaking (very clear and concise). Has a very practical mindset: “the more we invest, the more profit we will get.”


He had me thinking Fe for a while just because of how responsive he is with his emotions (smiling when fellow member smiles, etc.) But he reminds me a lot of Jimin from BTS so ESFP actually makes a lot of sense. 

Present oriented and always stays on topic in conversations. Doesn’t talk much about the future or the past and just seems genuinely happy to be right there in the moment.  Loves calling himself cute and is always saying how much fun he wants to have performing on stage. Natural performer with a lot of vigor and playfulness. Says that he’s always had a lot of curiosity since he was little. He likes to try everything when he was little but then moved on to other things when got bored. 

My parents really work hard, they had hard time. I wanna earn money so I can give it to them, I wanna be a good son too, but now I relief that I can be a good son for them. (Fi)

The members say that he is the kind of person who can defend and protect himself. He is empathetic and has a good idea of what to say to make the members feel comfortable. Has often said that he doesn’t like making mistakes because it increases the work for the whole team. 

merisoo  asked:

Hi :), I saw your comment on caffeine and becoming desensitized to it. I would love any advice you have on alternative forms for staying energized. I've googled this topic before and the stuff i have found never seems to work on me.

Hey! Okay, let me preface this by saying that I am not an expert - these are just things that have worked for me, and there’s every chance that they’re (a) particular to me and/or (b) placebos. That said, here goes: 

(content warning for brief food mention and sex mention)

Part 1: Sleep hacks

I cannot stress enough how much sleep can make or break productivity. A good sleep also does wonders for my optimism and ability to focus, which is half the struggle of getting energised to study. I’ve got terrible insomnia, so my sleep quality isn’t always great, but here are some things that have helped: 

  • This is less effective if, like me, you take ages to get to sleep. But if you’re relatively able to plan your sleeping/waking times, match them to your sleep cycles (here’s a good site). It means you’ll be waking up roughly at the shallowest part of your sleep, and you will feel so much better when you get out of bed. 
  • Listen to podcasts before bed. I’ll often put them on a sleep timer for 20 minutes or so while I’m just lying there - it helps me clear my mind and focus on one thing rather than the tons of things I usually have to do. If you ever have that anxious, mind-racing feeling, podcasts will help. 
  • Minimise blue light before bed. If you’re intrigued as to the science behind it, give it a quick google, but the TL;DR is that blue light messes with your sleep cycles, and there’s tons of it in screens. F.lux is an amazing program that will reduce the blue light in your computer screen after sunset. That said, don’t rely solely on it. Try not to use your phone/laptop etc. really close to bed on a regular basis - it’s not worth it. Read a book instead. 
  • If possible, don’t snooze your alarm too much in the morning (if you have to snooze it at all, limit yourself to once). I’m guilty of this, but I’ve found that the more I snooze, the shittier I feel. Totally unscientific and possibly just me though - I haven’t researched this, and won’t right now because I’m gonna go (try to) sleep soon.
  • Also, go to bed early. It’s super great and much, much better than staying up late in an intense struggle to catch up (obviously sometimes this rule has to be broken for exams/fun stuff etc.)
  • If you, like me, often use the period of time it takes to fall asleep to stress out about stuff, find some relief if you can. Podcasts help, but also, if you’re comfortable doing so, I cannot more highly recommend having a good masturbate. I always stress less and sleep better afterwards. It’s actually really healthy to do so and there’s absolutely zero shame in it, but do what makes you comfy - it’s not for everyone. 
  • Use naps effectively - even a half-hour nap in the afternoon is sometimes enough to help me reach my second wind. 
  • And a final note - this also may not be the case for everyone, but I know that personally, alcohol exacerbates my insomnia. I don’t know why, but it does. Something to keep in mind as a factor if you’re having trouble sleeping. 

Part 2: Food hacks 

Again, totally unscientific, but this has been my experience: 

  • Eat breakfast. Just do it. 
  • Eating frequently but lightly has always been more conducive to thinking/studying for me than eating a lot all at once. I don’t concentrate well immediately after a meal/when completely full. 
  • If you don’t have allergies, walnuts/almonds/nuts (IN MODERATION!) are really good study snacks, and usually make me feel more alert without feeling super full. Could just be me, though. 
  • Don’t rely on high-sugar foods for energy kicks because they’ll let you down. Personally, the sugar crash always negates any benefits of the high. 
  • EAT FRUIT! It could just be a placebo effect, but eating fruit makes me feel both healthy and somewhat accomplished, and momentum is totally the key to getting energised. Start the ball of accomplishment rolling and then keep up.
  • If you’re looking to cut down on the caffeine from coffee, green tea has caffeine but in much smaller amounts - it won’t give you the kick that coffee does, but you won’t get a crash either. The boost is less perceptible, but has been helpful for me. 
  • Random smell hack: the smell of peppermint is apparently associated with wakefulness. This could be utter bullshit, but believing it is just as good - peppermint tea is caffeine-free, but the smell makes me feel very alert, and might work for you too. 

Part 3: Body hacks 

  • Exercise = endorphins (okay, I’m oversimplifying and bastardising the science but I think I’ve been pretty clear that this post is from my personal experience. Google it if you want facts.) 
  • The exercise does not have to be vigorous to be effective. Seriously. Here are some ideas: 
  • Take a break and go walk up and down your street. I do this very often. 
  • Drop and do ten push-ups. You will be amazed how quickly it has an effect. 
  • Do random lunges/squats/whatever while you wait for your tea to brew. 
  • Don’t feel like you have to do one massive session all in one go. Use the Pomodoro Technique, get up every thirty minutes and do something physical for five minutes. It helps with the momentum. 
  • Feeling sluggish? Exercise not working? Have a cold shower. Seriously. It’ll shock you out of your apathy.
  • Again, if you’re comfy, masturbation helps. Relieves stress, releases endorphins, feels good. Just don’t procrasturbate. 

Misc. extra tips ‘n hacks: 

  • Plan well. Sometimes what feels like a lack of energy is just a sense of overwhelm. Make your daily to-do lists manageable, schedule breaks, and study in short chunks broken up by some healthy food/exercise/relaxation rather than just studying intensely in long blocks. 
  • Get off tumblr if you’re in a rut. Just walk somewhere, even if it’s just to the bathroom, pull yourself together, and come back. 
  • If you’re super frazzled and burnt out, give yourself a day off. Obviously we don’t have this luxury sometimes, but if you’re not getting anywhere, a break will do you good. 

That got pretty long pretty quick. I hope some of that helped - I strayed a bit off topic at times and probably forgot something crucial/super helpful - I’ll come back and edit tomorrow if I think of anything, but for now I’m gonna sleep. Let me know if any of that needs clarification. 

And again, this is all personal. I haven’t had time to go through and fact-check everything, so take it with a pinch of salt and research anything that seems dubious before implementing it. 

This post is inspired by @irlstudying and the #studyblrs get real tag thought up by @universi-tea and @piratestudy. Warning: it’s long and personal and rambling, but it’s definitely getting real.

I came from a poor, abusive family and moved around a lot, doing poorly in high school because of that and intense emotional issues. I had no motivation to do anything. I often couldn’t get out of bed, and was deemed horribly, horribly lazy. I still dreamed of college, to be perfectly honest. On standardized and college-prep tests, I always scored in the top percentiles and had the highest score in the school at some point. It felt good to have the superintendent call my parents to tell me I scored higher than his kid. I was proud of my (perceived) intelligence, and extremely ashamed of my complete lack of caring and effort academically. I didn’t do any homework, as well meaning teachers kept approving classes for me despite my terrible grades. Obviously this caused some feelings of not quite knowing who I was or what was expected of me. I had strange feelings about academic life. I knew I wanted it, but wasn’t sure it fit my personality type. 

I started community college living with my grandmother, and everything was going fantastically. College gave me a reason to care. I was engaging with professors, I had a 15-20 hour a week job on campus, and despite my depression I was functioning. I ended up moving back in with my drug addicted (seriously you can’t imagine the amount of drugs) parents, and everything took a turn for the worse. Despite school only being around a 10-15 minute drive, my parents would refuse to drive me for under however much money they needed for drugs or cigarettes at the time, often $12-$24 each trip. I had to buy my own food, and sometimes food for my little brother. I would be screamed at daily and be taken to the bank to get money for them screaming that I didn’t have any. They’d take my card and got my PIN under threats of homelessness. They took from my secret savings account and forced me to work the maximum hours at work that I could, 29. Often I worked more but wasn’t allowed to claim the hours and had to give them to a coworker. Eventually they refused to drive me to school unless it was a work day. I failed every class but one that was always on a work day. I got a 98% in that class (and made lifelong friends, but that’s another story). Going to college had meant so incredibly much to me. I was absolutely crushed. I’d missed exams and classes. My house got so abusive I nearly went to a homeless shelter, but my boyfriend’s parents extremely generously took me in. 

I was still very unhappy, but things were stabilizing.Eventually, I started to feel pretty damn good. I moved to Columbus with my boyfriend and enrolled at the local community college there. I took 17 credit hours. Things, again, went well at first. I consistently got good grades in all my courses. I took every compliment on my assignments to heart; they made me work even harder. I joined clubs and became an officer of the school’s STEM Association, organizing talks with my fellow officers. I did volunteer work out the ass. And then I crashed, and it took two Redbulls just to get me out of bed, and another two to go to my classes. I pulled all nighters where I did nothing but cry, work still unfinished. My Latin professor would tell me to just close my eyes and listen in class. I was a disaster, and I failed all my classes, this time all my own fault. 

What I learned shortly after after seeing a psychiatrist was that I have bipolar disorder. Not the sexy kind you see in films, or the murdery kind you see on Law and Order. I have the real kind, where you get cocky and do too much stuff and then fall into a pit of despair you can’t dig yourself out of. The kind where you take Nyquil every time you wake up because it’s easier to just be asleep. The kind where you really, really suck at school. 

It’s a year since then. I’m finally fairly stable due to medication, and working with my therapist to become completely stable, and then work on my anxiety. I’m getting started in therapy. It has not been easy. There have been bad side effects from some of the medicine I’ve tried, and I know it would have adversely affected my schoolwork. I’m glad I took time off to heal. 

I can honestly say I’m pretty happy now. Not in a manic way, but in the much more real way when you’ve let yourself move on from past abuse and regret. I won’t pretend I don’t still get negative thoughts sometimes, but now I try to focus on what I can do to make my life my own. “Do something pretty while you can” has become my anthem. 

I’m enrolled with a reasonable course load for this autumn. I know it seems doubtful given my history, but I honestly think this year will be different. I know to avoid overly stressing myself out if I want to do well. I know to recognize mood swings and to seek help if I notice them springing on. I’ve learned the study habits I never learned in high school. I’m prepared this year. 

Even if you really, really mess up, it’s possible to bounce back as long as you take things at your own pace. You can retake a failed class to improve your GPA. You can dig yourself out of almost everything if you’re determined enough. The important thing is that you put yourself first and do what’s best for you. It’s too difficult to get an education if you’re not comfortable just living. 

littledummkopf55  asked:

Germany,England,Norway,Prussia and Romano helping their s/o study for their exams/finals,pleaseeee???BTW I adore your blog!

Germany/Ludwig Beilschmidt: Done. without even a second thought, he’d be right by your side to help. If there’s one thing Ludwig can do, it’s show up to pretty much anything completely prepared, and after years of dealing with a lot of people who.. maybe aren’t as concise and organized as he is, he’s learned how to prepare others as well. He’d sit you down across from him, and make sure you can memorize every detail, whipping out flashcards and notes and pretty much any form of studying there is in order to help you out. Sure, your attention drifted every now and then, but it wasn’t difficult for him to bring you back with some words of encouragement, a pat on the knee and a gentle smile, or something along those lines. It’s also very important to him that, in this stressful time, you stay healthy; you don’t overwork yourself, or stay up too late, etc. So, he’d map out every section of time for each subject, break, meal, and anything else you might need to do. Because of his extremely efficient tactics, you actually would end up finishing early, having a day to just relax. Together, the two of you did.. Well, pretty much nothing, in these final 24 or so hours before the exams started up the next day. Lazed around, watched TV, maybe took a break to walk his dogs once or twice. It was a little strange for him to not be doing anything productive, but he managed. He really enjoyed the time you two had spent together, though he didn’t verbalize this. With help like this, you aced nearly all your tests the next few days, easily.

England/Arthur Kirkland: Arthur was ecstatic when you even mentioned that you were having troubles retaining all this information. No, not because the idea of you struggling brought him joy. The opposite of that, actually. Being able to help you get out of a tight or unpleasant situation was what sounded appealing to him, and he was confident in his tutoring skills, so this was a golden opportunity. Also, he’s get to spend a lot more time with you this way. He hid it the first time, hinting “subtly” that a tutor might help you keep some of it in your head, but the next time he immediately offered to be the person to assist you in your studies. He thought you saw him as cool and collected when he asked, but you could tell how eager he was, practically melting into a pool of hope and anticipation. You couldn’t say no. And besides, he knew what he was doing, it’s not like you were accepting his offer blindly. He always had a hand on your shoulder or was as close to you as possible. Part of it was simply because he liked it there, and part of it was because he wanted to make absolutely sure that you nailed your tests, and he was ready to do really whatever it took to get you there. He also wanted make sure you were comfortable. He would make you tea, or gently rub your back on nights you felt like giving up, and if you made a mistake, he was never harsh or condescending. You were in the safest environment possible with him as your tutor. It was very rare for him to lose his focus, but it happened a few times, when studying near the time he usually went to bed, his mind would wander, but it didn’t take long for him to reign it in again. He managed to help you score high grades on all your tests, and took an immense pride in knowing that was his doing. Well, partly. You’d done an amazing job.

Norway/Lukas Thomassen: Honestly, neither of you desperately needed this. There were some things you were able to help each other out with, but for the most part, you had it down. This had really just been an excuse to hang out together and spend more time with each other. You would go to one of your houses, and study for.. Maybe a few hours? Going over the basics, maybe branching out and going over something new occasionally, spending a little bit of time reviewing each subject you had, whether it was in the same class as him or not. Four or five hours at the very most. After that you both just.. talked. Though Lukas wasn’t always the most chatty person in normal public conversation, he could really discuss things one on one with someone for the longest time, deep into the night, and into the early hours of the morning. In fact, this is exactly what you did, most nights. It could be talking about the universe, social situations and outlooks, society’s pros and cons and unfair things. A few times, you’d just complain about things to each other, bitch about common dislikes or people, but that never lasted long. No matter what you were doing, whether it was just talking, or even studying the subject you have the most trouble with, it was always calm. The talking especially, but he just had this air about him that was incredibly relaxing, and very soothing. Without him, sure you would have done fine on all of your tests, but you would have been a hell of a lot more anxious about them.

Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt: You didn’t ask Gilbert to help you study. You didn’t ask anyone to help you study, actually. He just happened to notice how overburdened you were, and decided he’d step in. He knew he wasn’t anyone’s first choice in matters like this. He has tendencies to goof off and get distracted easily, and doesn’t always take these things seriously. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a good student, just maybe doesn’t work as hard as he needs to. He even knows the material well enough, he just isn’t always willing to put the effort into the work. With you, however, he was serious. Sure, he offered a lot more breaks than his brother would have, and maybe they went a lot longer than intended by mistake a few times, but he was still determined. Throughout this, he discovered, it actually felt rather nice when you learned something or answered a question correctly thanks to his help. It was like a swell of pride, but not the kind he would have wanted to brag about, as uncharacteristic as that sounds. The two of you got sidetracked often, and even fell asleep on each other one time (which was easy since he insisted on sitting directly beside you), but after a while, you really had learned a lot, thanks to his help. He had too, actually, but he wanted to uphold the status of tutor/savior, so he didn’t mention it. Thanks to how easily you both lost focus, the last day (and few hours) before exams consisted of a lot of cramming, and staying up a little later than either of you probably should have, but your finals went pretty well, actually, and his did too.

Romano/Lovino Vargas: Okay, here’s the deal: Lovino wasn’t really the one in charge here, even though it was unspoken. He had tried to help you, being a heroic and generous tutor, but ended up being wrong about a lot of things. No, hold on. He was fine in other subjects, but he had about the same knowledge as you did in all of them. Except for physics. He hated physics, despised it with all his being, but you were pretty good with it. However in turn, you were terrible with your mathematics class. He actually had a knack for this sort of thing. What ended up happening was you kind of tutored each other. He helped you with math, and you helped him with physics. You even put up with his grumbly complaints as he shoved the information into his head, obviously disgruntled. He would have been more upset, had it been anyone else, but you were an exception.

So, when I say he wasn’t in charge, I mean it was kind of a fifty fifty effort, though if he were to hear that he’d protest wildly, claiming that he had control the whole time, and he was probably doing a better job than those lousy, idiot teachers ever could. Either way, whether he was willing to admit it or not, you helped him learn a lot. Enough to pass his physics exam with an A-. He helped you learn just as much, you passing math with an A. That was stubborn little Lovino’s saving grace, and though he didn’t openly gloat, he felt enormous (and completely over blown) pride at having been a great tutor, enough to give you “A better grade than even he had gotten.”

Things Baekhyun Said

- I joined the debuting team even though my training period was short. I felt that I was lacking and even if it was a short period I had to work hard to enter that team. I was happy because my efforts paid” 

- I wanted to become a singer since 4th grade and I would even tell my friends that I was going to become a celebrity. And when I started taking auditions, I failed for other companies and after getting into high school, I was preparing to advance into a university with a music impact but oddly enough, the opportunity came to me. The day I went to take my exams, I was pretending to be a musician in that I was holding the music notes in front of the school and relaxing my vocals when someone suddenly tapped my back. I’m not sure if I can call this a luck of thousand years, but that’s how I was fatefully casted into SM.

- I want to become an all-rounded artiste, my family is very concerned and takes good care of my health~!

- When I feel like I am lacking something, I monitor people who are good at it and learn. That is why I wasn’t shaking while thinking ‘this is scary what should I do,’ but because instead I let out a war cry, 'I will fight with this!’ while looking at the camera, I feel like I was able to overcome it faster. 

- I declared it to my parents when I was 11 years old. I told them that I didn’t think I would be able to work sitting in an office, because I’m very lively by nature and I cannot stay still in one spot. I would sing along to the songs that came out on TV and my friends would tell me that I was good, so because of that I wanted very much to try it out. Then, in the sixth year of elementary school, I saw singer Rain sunbaenim and I officially developed my dream of being a singer. I thought he was very handsome when I saw the broad stage being filled up just by his powerful presence.

-  I originally have the kind of character that is not afraid of strangers. Even if someone gives of the vibe that they do not like me, I would still be friendly towards them. And I will like anyone who has basic manners. You seem to receive love in particular when you greet your sunbaenims well.

-  I do not like tensed atmospheres. If the atmosphere seems languid, I will chatter noisily. I actually did not know what it means to be depressed when I was younger. I thought, “Is it that unpleasant feeling I get when it rains?” If someone seems down, I would talk with no purpose and make them laugh. Because if you do not extinguish the depressing thoughts quickly, your heart will keep getting heavier and then it will be difficult to overcome them in the future.

-  More than any other things, I want to be better at singing. Because I wanted to be a singer from the beginning. I want to sing so well that people who listen will go “Wow!” and be in admiration. Without too much flourish or techniques, but someone who is able to sing effortlessly and relatably [to people]. Though I do not have the opportunity of singing alone yet, I hope that I will be able to let many people listen to my songs in the future.

-  My lucky charm is this bracelet that was given to me buy a noona I really like. She’s my trainer and she gave me this bracelet during a slump I had before this (wolf) comeback. I was worried and had a lot of thoughts about singing. She gave me this bracelet to become the fearless Baekhyun I once was.

- For instance, if someone got a move wrong, I make everyone laugh by expressing that more ridiculously. It’s not like I say something funny and make the atmosphere better. (laughter)

- To be honest, i was having a really hard time when we were preparing for Exoluxion concert. But after meeting fans like this and seeing your facial expressions, all my exhaustion vanished. I felt like my efforts were paid off and that makes me happy.

- Lay hyung is often doing activities in China, the time he spend with his members is not much and he feels very sorry towards us. But there is actually nothing to feel sorry for, there is no need to apologise. 

- I don’t suffer any setbacks because of the time difference. I wake up and go about when the sun rises, and I know when the sun sets so I sleep well. The state of getting enough sleep is great. Getting sleep during our promotional activities is the most difficult. We didn’t sleep for about 2~3 days consecutively when we were shooting the music video for ‘Growl’. These days, if I have a shooting/filming early in the morning, I can’t sleep well either. My face actually swells a lot. If I don’t get good sleep, my face becomes very swollen.

- (How do you relieve stress?) I exercise until I can’t worry any more. Otherwise, I would go into the car and shout. And I would also focus on a game that doesn’t require any thinking. If I’m in the dorm, I mainly enjoy playing computer games. I’m similar to the guys my age.

-  When I first became a trainee, the hyungs said that I was pretty funny when they saw me. A trainee who had just entered the company would normally not do anything and stay quiet, but I really didn’t rest to stop talking. So then the hyungs and friends around me were curious of me. And so I think that was how we became close quickly. Truthfully, I’m not the kind to be discouraged anywhere I go.

-  There was a year of nothingness after ‘MAMA’ activities’, until the comeback of ‘Wolf’. It was during that time that I reached a slump. It was fortunate that it wasn’t the peak of our promotional activities. Because I debuted right after a relatively short trainee period, I crashed too fast. So, for a year, I strove hard to do songs and dances as though I was trainee. Even now, when I have free time, I would practice. Because we don’t have time to go to the practice room, I would sing songs in the car as we get to places. I sing to the extent of people around me telling me I am noisy. Since we are too busy preparing for our award ceremony performance right now,  I’m thinking of practicing dancing even harder, starting next year. Shim Jaewon hyung, who directs the performances, says that since I’m great at my expressiveness, he recommends to guide me step by step on how to learn the very basics of dancing.

- I drove a tractor before. Because my grandmother lives in Gangwondo Yanggu, so when I was little I went to the countryside a lot with my father. I remembered that I stepped on the pedal before when I was on the tractor, I had my safety belt buckled.

-  For me music is something that stays by my side always,
when I am having a hard time, when I am tired,
when I am lonely, when I am sad,
when I am joyous, when I am happy.

-  It’s so simple, but also so difficult. I want all people of the world to be happy, unconditionally.

- (What kind of singer do you wish to be?) A singer that communicates a message. Vocalisation is important, making pretty sound is important, but most of all, when you sing there must be a story you want to tell. Even if the notes sometime go shaky, I want to put meaning into my singing. Rather than thinking “I’ll bend this note here and use this technique here”, I try to sing with the goal of moving people’s hearts, even just one.

- I relieve stress by always smiling!^^ I try to smile even when I’m angry, when things are hard. And I smile so others can see & get energy from me, because I’m LIGHT!