quite proud of myself for making this

50 Reasons Why You Should Study

Need motivation?

  1. To get an education. 
  2. To earn a degree. There are barely any jobs that offer positions to people without a degree, or are on the path of obtaining one.
  3. To prove people wrong. That science teacher that said you’ll never make it in the medical field? Make him eat his words. 
  4. To prove yourself wrong. Every student has doubts on whether or not they can be good enough in the classroom. Prove yourself wrong, and always be better than you were yesterday. 
  5. This is a privilege. Regardless of how much you believe that you HAVE to do this, to some extend you don’t. Realize that you have the privilege of an education even being an option for you.
  6. Take advantage of what you’re capable of. Don’t waste a perfectly intelligent mind. 
  7. More money. That degree can do wonderful things to your bank account in the future. 
  8. It’s interesting. Studying can get pretty boring, but there are always those topics that spark your curiosity and motivate you to learn more.
  9. It’s attractive. Not everyone cares for someone who is academically gifted, but a partner who is eager to learn makes me eager to take my pants off.
  10. It’s useful. That random fact that you read in a random textbook can stick with you and really end up helping you out one day.
  11. It’s fun to know useless shit sometimes.
  12. To make your parents proud. This is one of the main reasons I study. My parents have always been aware of my capabilities and have pushed me to be academically better every year. They know I have big dreams, and I just want to achieve them so they can know that their child made it.
  13. To make myself proud. This goes along with number four. Knowing that you accomplished something, however small or big the thing may be, is a huge self-esteem booster.
  14. To be independent. There’s nothing quite like knowing that you don’t need someone else’s job, degree, intelligence, or presence to make you successful.
  15. To pursue your passion. 
  16. To gain knowledge. Whether its in your field, or a completely different one, being knowledgeable is just downright fun.
  17. People will look up to you. Your siblings, your best friends, and your classmates may see you consistently studying, and it could motivate them to do the same. 
  18. To make a name for yourself. “Oh yeah, (insert name here), I know them. Aren’t they like really successful now?”
  19. To become your own role model.
  20. To be able to pay off your student loans.
  21. Because the long nights and excessive coffee will all be worth it. Even if it doesn’t seem like it now. 
  22. To exercise your brain. Your brain is just like a muscle, and like the body it needs to be exercised. 
  23. To improve your hippocampus. Your hippocamus is responsible for memory, and if you study your memorization will become significantly better.
  24. To not waste time doing useless stuff. 
  25. Because stationary is amazing. I could spend a whole paycheck on just pens.
  26. Because notes are actually all so pretty. 
  27. To be productive. I used to spend a lot of time on social media, and although I still do, the amount of time I spend studying and getting stuff done has definitely increased.
  28. So classes will be easier. 
  29. So tests will be easier.
  30. To impress your professors. Get those letters of recommendation! 
  31. So the anxiety of getting a bad grade is sufficiently decreased. I constantly worry about my grades, but studying has helped me not worry so much.
  32. Because coffee exists. 
  33. There is no other atmosphere quite like the inside of a library. 
  34. So you won’t have to retake a class. Failing a prerequisite for your major really sucks, so maybe try not failing the first time around. This also saves you a lot of money because you won’t have to pay for the class again. 
  35. Finals week won’t suck as bad. You’ll be used to studying so when finals week comes around it wont nearly be as stressful as for those students who are now opening a textbook. 
  36. You won’t go to as many college parties. Don’t get me wrong, I am all for socializing and having fun, but a lot can go wrong at a college party very quickly. And there’s no better way to prevent that, than just not going to the party cause you’re reading your economics textbook. 
  37. You’ll get used to FOMO. Fear of Missing Out. Every teenagers nightmare. Eventually, you’ll get used to the feeling. 
  38. You’ll be getting the most out of your college experience. You’re paying for these classes. Might as well try your best to pass. 
  39. You’ll get used to not getting enough sleep. So, if you decide to go to grad school you’ll have that department covered. 
  40. There’s really good study music out there. 
  41. I guarantee there will be at least 5 places on campus, or around you that are perfect for studying, and you’ll want to go there everyday. 
  42. You’ll become a pro at writing essays, or lab reports.
  43. You’ll learn fairly quickly that study groups rarely work. 
  44. You’ll make a lot of friends that are just as passionate about studying as you are. And you will cherish them. 
  45. Beauty and Brains. Don’t you want to fit that description? 
  46. Thousands of students before you have done it, so you can too. 
  47. You can run a studyblr. Aren’t they the cutest? 
  48. You get really good at time management. 
  49. Sleep becomes 5x more satisfactory after a night of studying.
  50. Because you want to. There’s no better motivation for studying, than the motivation that comes from within. 

this a post (complete with links, pictures and other tips) dedicated to all of you struggling through what seems to be a hell they call high school. i get it. i struggled through it, all my friends endured it and you’re probably in the same boat of wanting to throw yourself down each flight of stairs that presents itself. but please don’t do that! i’m here to help, friend!! this is a comprehensive list of all the things i learned from my time in high school. i hope this helps at least one person out there! as always, if you guys have any questions, my ask box is open :)

before we get into it: this is a link to my study routine because some people have been asking for it and don’t have a section in this post to put it under so i’m just going to leave it here.

self-care advice:

okay so, i’m going to be completely upfront with you. high school is hard. it’s especially hard if you want to do well. i can honestly say that senior year took its toll in more ways than one when i didn’t take care of myself or pay attention to my body’s needs. so here are some self-care tips to keep you happy & healthy.

1. eat a lot & stay hydrated

when you’re trying to finish a 2000 word essay, or pretty much all but shoving toothpicks in your eyes to stay up studying for an exam the next day, food is your best friend. food helps your brain work better and you’ll find that your concentration levels increase when you study on a filled stomach. there are lots of brain foods out there like dark chocolate, nuts, vegetable sticks etc. but don’t forget to reward yourself with a food of your choice after you feel like you’ve done a lot of work. couple all of this with lots of water to keep you feeling refreshed.

2. pamper yourself

i am completely aware of the fact that high school students don’t have the time to go to a spa or sauna every other weekend. however, you deserve a nice long bath or a good face scrub every now and then. other things you can indulge in:

  • sheet masks
  • body lotion (especially the nice smelling ones)
  • scented candles
  • hand cream
  • nail polish
  • eye masks
  • a good facial cleanser
  • serums
  • bath bombs

and the list goes on. trust me, being physically relaxed plays a big part in how your brain performs. if you feel a bit gross, take a shower before you start studying. it’s little things like that that’ll make a massive difference.

3. sleep

everyone says it, i know. but it’s so important. if you don’t get sleep the night before because you were cramming for tomorrow morning’s exam, go home and take a nap in the afternoon. get some shuteye in one form or another. pls. 

4. believe in yourself

it sounds so weird, and it’s usually not included in posts like these but in my opinion it’s one of, if not the most, important factor in high school success. think about it. if you’re spending those years of your life doubting whether your answer is correct, whether your science report is as good as the next person’s or whether your friends truly like you, you’re using up a lot of energy that could be used for things that’ll actually benefit you in the long run. that’s why my blog is titled “breathe” - because that’s exactly what you have to do, and sometimes that’s the only thing you can do in order to keep going. chin up. you’re going to be okay. you’re doing great. i believe in you. and you should believe in you too. 

organisational tips:

1. plan everything

i’m telling you now, get some kind of planning system. whether you want to use a bullet journal, a planner, a diary, an app, a computer program or your grandma’s paper napkins, seriously just pick something. when you have seven different classes and you have assessment for each, i highly doubt you’re going to remember every task that goes along with them. so, just take my word for it and plan plan plan.

here’s a link to how i used my planner back in high school. 

i also recommend a whiteboard monthly calendar so you can keep track of all of the important dates you need to remember.

2. post-its

i love love love post-its. i honestly can’t stop myself from buying them - especially the cute animal ones. post-its saved my butt when keeping my books organised and easy to navigate. you can use them to separate different semesters, chapters, lectures, topics etc. i also use post-its to mark any questions, sections or subjects that i’m unsure of so that i can ask my teacher about it the next day. i then write down the answer or explanation on a separate sticky note and stick it next to the question so i can refer back to it when studying for exams.

+ look at all the different kinds of cute post-its you can get!

so you can obviously get all your standard, basic post-its.

buuutttttttt, you can also get all of these fun ones too! they make studying a lot easier and a lot more fun, trust me. 

3. figure out a system that works for you

so in high school, i liked having notebooks for each class and having an accordion folder to hold all my papers. that worked perfectly fine for me but there may be other methods that work better for you. i suggest, especially if you’re just about to start or just started high school, that you experiment with different organisational systems to find which one suits you best.

i’ve got a page dedicated to my favourite supplies and how i use them. i hope you can get some inspiration from it in some way. 

motivational tips:


go on google, tumblr, facebook, instagram, weheartit or whatever tickles your fancy and search up some quotes that inspire you. it sounds really corny, but i’m telling you that it works. i had three quotes above my desk and they always used to motivate me when all i could think about was crashing into the comfort of my blankets. i would pick quotes and write/draw them out myself so i could add my own spin on them. i used:

  • “make hermione proud”
  • “effort only fully releases its rewards to those who refuse to quit”
  • “you have galaxies in your head, don’t let anyone tell you you cannot shine”


2. studyblr

this community! it’s the best motivation in my opinion. whenever i was in a procrastination slump, i would scroll through the studyblr tag or scroll through studyblr blogs and before i knew it i’d be ready to study for another hour. it’s honestly one of the most helpful resources, and if it’s available to you then i definitely recommend that you use it!

3. music

get yourself a study playlist. it’s amazing what music can do for your mood. add a mix of songs that will get you pumped to blitz through that 5-star difficulty chemistry question and songs that will help you concentrate when you need to find the right word for that english essay. studying when it’s dead quiet is weirdly deafening to me and i can’t concentrate if there isn’t some sort of background noise. just add whatever helps you - whether it be panic!, classical or in my case, kpop hehe

i have a playlist suggestion on my blog if you want to try listening to some new songs. :)

that’s all, folks!

in all honesty, high school isn’t going to be a walk in the park if you want to succeed. it takes dedication, a lot of persistence and a consistent work ethic. you need to know what you’re aiming for, and you need to want it just as much, if not more, than the person who wants the same thing. my high school experience was stressful and anxiety inducing, but i can honestly say that the rewards on the flip side are very much worth it. you’ve got this. you’ll do a lot more than survive. you will succeed. 

you can do it! i believe in you! 

stay motivated x


Genre: extreme angst im ready to make y'all cry

Request: I’d like to request an angsty Jaehyun scenario where he starts dating you bc of a bet he made with his friends and you find out and breakup with him but he actually truly loves you. Sorry if this was confusing.

A/N: okay so i used fool by winner for this scenario because it’s one of my favourite songs and it fits this scenario perfectly so!! and this is quite long and im proud of myself for writing this so i hope y'all like it too!


I was a fool

Nothing is gonna change

Even if I’m sorry now

I know

He hesitantly looked at you, remorse and sorrow filling his eyes. Your cold and intense gaze was set on the book you were holding in your hand, as you tried to ignore his presence.

But a part of you wanted to be back in his arms- even after 4 months.

You miss him.

And you loved him.

Out of all places, you had to coincidentally meet him at the small little cafe down the street.

It’s not like he had not been clinging on to you and trying to win you back for the past few months.

But you resisted.

You didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t love you as much as you did.

“Y/N… Um.. How are you?” he asked in a soft tone.

You ignored him and flipped the page of your book.

He sighed, then bit his lips. But not giving up, hs asked again, “Are you busy these days? You haven’t been replying my calls or texts”

Your heart ached a little.

But you pressed on.

You ignored his words again, your eyes fully focused on the words on the page.

Jaehyun ran his fingers through his hair, then took your hand in his. You tried pulling away, but he held it tightly, and you could see clearly the eyebags that formed under his eyes and amount of weight he loss as you struggled to pull away.

“What are you trying to do right now?” you asked him sternly, keeping a straight face.

He flinched a little, then sighed, and you saw his eyes becoming teary. “I’m really sorry, i only just realised how much you mean to me and i know i shouldn’t have done it but i really do love you and-”

“It’s already over anyways, is there still a point in saying all these?” you cut him off, a look of frustration on your face.

He bit his lips again, “I just really hope you can forgive me and i just… really love you”

You shook your head and scoffed, “If you really did you should have put in more effort, but you didn’t. It’s too late Jaehyun, you need to let everything go”

You grabbed your book and bag, the shot him one last glance, “If i can, then you can too”

But in fact, you couldn’t, and didn’t.

But you had to lie and convince yourself.

Jaehyun sat back in dejection on the back of the seat, his tears rolling down his cheek.

He knew it was going to turn out this way.

He took in a deep breath as his hands rubbed lightly against the screen of his phone, where a picture of the both of you shone brightly.

He misses you.

If only he didn’t do it


Stupid bastard, foolish bastard

I know now that it’s all my fault

Jaehyun had his arms all around you, as he lazily gave you a peck on your forehead. You giggled softly to yourself. His chin was resting on your head, as he used his phone, humming in response to your words.

“How cute would it be if we stay together till we die?” you asked innocently, your fingers in his soft locks, as you admired his beautiful skin and features from below.

He let out a small laugh, his dimple showing evidently. “That would be very cute” he replied with almost no sincerity, but you ignored it anyways, since all you cared about was being with him.

He made you happy.

Never did you think that you’d be together with him, considering the fact that the both of you had total opposite personalities and interests.

One fine day he started hitting you up and talking to you at the library, the place you like to go to.

And all his friends were so supportive of his actions, it seemed to you like his feelings was sincere.

After two long months of getting to know each other even more, you realised you had already fallen for him.

Only he had the power to make you happy.

Small dates at cafes and carnivals led to lazy cuddling and movie marathons at each others’ house.

And it was not until when you realised Jaehyun’s lips was on yours, his hands under your as your legs wrapped around his lean body, that you realised the both of you were madly in love with each other.

At least you thought so.

Until that one day you heard everything, which left you in devastation and pure agony. But you said nothing about it, because you loved him too much.

You were helping him to fold his clothes and laundry at his house, waiting for him to come back from his short meeting with his friends.

At the side of your eye, you caught a glimpse of a family leather black wallet sitting on his bed top, and it occured to you that he had forgotton to bring his wallet- which had almost everything he needed inside.

He didn’t pick up your call.

You remember him telling you the name of the restaurant they were going to meet up at, and knew that it wasn’t far away from his place.

In hopes that he’d smile and and thank you upon seeing how you made your way down to pass him his wallet, you were faced by another sight.

“So… How’s she? Dude i didn’t know you could last more than 3 months, are you starting to have feelings for her?” the brown-haired man asked Jaehyun with a big smile, hitting your boyfriend’s back lightly.

“Honestly not yet? But she’s really nice and sweet though, do you think it’s right to do this?” Jaehyun asked, then shook his head.

Was ‘she’ referring to you? What was happening?

You frowned as you stayed well hidden, as you pressed on to continue listening.

Another man spoke up, patting Jaehyun’s head, “Who was the one who was so hard up on this bet three months ago? Don’t regret your decisions Jae”

“You’re right Johnny”

“Oh, someone even set her as your lockscreen, you sure you don’t have feelings for her?”

You saw Jaehyun blush a little, but kept his cool and scoffed a little, “I have to let her know i love her right?”

You knew that his lockscreen was you.

He had taken it while you were doing your work.

“You look cute”

You wanted to break down so badly.

So all of these had been a lie?

You wanted to confront him, and you had many questions.

But you couldn’t do or say anything.

Something was pulling you back.

You didn’t want to lose him.

So you acted like you didn’t know anything.

You lied to yourself and told yourself he would at least have the slightest feelings for you.

If not, why was he able to give you a big warm hug and a long kiss everyday without fail? Why would give you small little compliments and pecks on the cheeks after, and blush everytime you called him cute?


I’m selfish, I’ve always been

I only think about myself

I think I’m crazy

The person who pushed you away is me

After the 6th month, he became to grew distant.

Skinships became lesser and he spoke to you even lesser now.

It was as though he wasn’t interested at all.

And you knew why.

You engulfed him a big and tight hug in your arms as soon as he stepped into the house, but his arms didn’t wrap around yours like they used to, his head simply just resting on yours.

You tried to ignore the aching pain in your chest, the one you had been feeling for the past two months.

At least seeing him everyday made you happy.

But it killed you internally too.

“How was work?” you asked lovingly, your hands making their way to his. He moved slightly away, and you looked at him as your heart sank.

He replied with almost no emotion, “It was fine”

His eyes were glued to the television screen, and he didn’t look at you even once, as compared to when he would always stare at you with those doe-like eyes, lighting up as you smile.

“Had a bad day? Or..? Can i do anything to make it better-”

“No, thanks”

You couldn’t deal with this anymore.

A rush of anger ran up your body as you threw the pillow on the floor, as you watched Jaehyun stare at you in confusion.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Can you at least show me that you care for me? Jaehyun i’m already suffocating and hurting on my own everyday, can you please make it better for me?”

Jaehyun scoffed, and he gave you the most intense glare he had ever, “What do you mean? Why are you pushing everything to me right now?”

You bit your lower lip as you rolled your eyes, “You know best Jaehyun. Here i am trying my best every single day for you, hoping that you’d share the same feelings i have for you but your actions right now clearly shows it isn’t working.”

“I’m just tired, of course i love you, what do you mean by 'share the same feelings’?”

You scoffed, “The bet. I know everything, stop pretending.”

His eyes widened, “Y-You knew…? How did you-”

“I’m done with this bullshit Jaehyun. I hope you had fun on this bet while i was here suffering alone for 6 months, being fooled by you and your bunch of oh-so-great friends for dating me, thinking that you actually had genuine feelings.”

And with that, you walked out of the house, and never once looked back.

You needed to let go.


If I can see you once more

A last glimpse of you even for a short moment

But Jaehyun only got worst.

The night after he found himself missing your presence, the familiar and comforting hold around his body as you would wrap yourself tightly around his body.

The day after that he found himself staring and looking at all photographs and pictures of the both of you, as he’d smile and laugh, reminiscing all the memories of the both of you. But would start tearing up and crying unknowingly when he realises what he had done.

He found himself texting and calling you constantly, trying his best to apologise and make it up to you.

He realised how happy he was throughout the months he was with you.

And he realised that unknowingly, he had started to have genuine feelings for you.

He loves you.

You found his waiting at your doorstep one day, his arms behind his back, head hanging down as he waited patiently for you.

“Y/N… I-”

But you walked past him and unlocked the door to your house, and without saying anything, you slammed the door in front of him.

You heard his breath fasten a little, and you heard his soft and small little cries, but still tried to say a few words to you,

“I really do love you and i’m sorry, i know it’s hard but please give me a chance?”

Upon these words, you broke down as you fell weakly onto the floor, pulling your legs closer to your body.

You wanted to forgive him, but at the same time, you wanted to forget him.

It was too much for you to handle.

You’re radiating and you go far far away

I try to feel the scattered memories

I miss you every every day

Yes I know I’m late

Come back to me like nothing ever happened

Jaehyun grabbed onto the piece of cloth in front of him and brought it up close to his face, as the comforting and warmth scent of you caused his tears to roll down again.

It was the only piece of you he had left.

“I’ll be leaving for a few years, don’t bother finding me anymore. Please let go”

He clenched his heart tightly as the last few words from you rang through his mind, as he took even bigger breaths as his crying got worst- he was a mess right now.

“Jaehyun.. Please call us when you see this, we’re all worried… and sorry”- taeyong hyung

Jaehyun felt a pain in his chest, as he let out a frustrated yell, then threw punch to the wall beside him.

He hated himself.

Why didn’t he cherish you while he could?

He threw another punch, and soon enough, his knuckles and hands were filled with scratches and cuts, as small bits of blood started to be more visible.

He didn’t care.

The pain in his heart hurt more tham anything else.

He wished everything was back to before.

He wished he hadn’t done anything at all.

He wished he could turn back time and make up to you.

He regretted everything.

And it was already too late to realise that he genuinely loves you,

because you were already gone.

You are such a fool, Jaehyun.


Regina following her own advice & applying it to her self-care.
Once Upon A Time 3x03 | 6x14

R: You are a part of me, and I’m a part of you whether you like it or not. And now, I love myself. Which means so should you.


i was supposed to get on a plane to india this morning for four days to see my extended relatives. i have been dreading it and avoiding it for years because it usually entails me sitting around by myself without actual personal space while everyone ignores me most of the day and then finally decides they have time for me at the end and tries to figure out why i’m not feeling super up to talking about what i’m doing with my life. in blazing heat, no less. 

i didn’t get on the plane, and then i debated getting on another plane to dublin or a train to glasgow because i want to run away from myself and maybe make how i feel inside come out even slightly on the outside, and maybe if i ran away i could do that, but instead of being on a plane or train to anywhere, least of all an obligation, i have a free saturday night, and i feel antsy about it. it’s weird to actually have free time - if only because i cancelled on something. the plane has gone, and i can’t get it back, so the decision is made now.

i want to be proud of myself but i don’t quite know how. story of my life, i guess?

i stood up for myself. i don’t feel great about it, but the sudden growth of a spine makes sense in a lot of ways. i’ve definitely grown into a person for whom it doesn’t make sense to do things on obligation, unless it leads to an overarching goal, and flying eight hours to sit alone in a room with a/c and be bored and uncomfortable and imprisoned doesn’t make sense to me. boredom doesn’t suit me at all, and neither does the inability to come and go.

i decided that it might make me a bad person not to visit my grandparents, but i don’t actually care. it’s strange to think of something that’s always been a relatively unrewarding experience and an obligation, and just shrug and not actually do it because i don’t actually have to. it’s good to realise a priority and act upon it rather than faking my way through it, especially since i’ve never been good at not being myself and i think everyone picked up on that when i was four years old. the whole thing is confusing, because i care a lot about being a good person - i’m scared that it might make me a bad person, but in this case, circumstance has led me to a breaking point where i don’t care that much if this makes me a bad person. 

maybe i’ll sleep for the entire day (just kidding).

Training Deck - Voltron Legendary Defender

This was my submission to the @shallurazine, that unfortunately did not make it to the print XP

I am quite proud of myself with this one heheh
because I dont usually finish digital drawings, nor do I enjoy drawing backgrounds, I am praising myself for actually getting work done LOL

Since I am in the season 2 hype (and I am dead inside), since I finally have my computer back and since I remembered, I am finally posting this drawing XD

Put Yourself First


  • Hi love! Can I request #1 with Jackson ♥️?? Thank you so much!!! I look forward to your blog all the time, so thank you for your hard work in keeping your hungry readers satisfied!!♥️♥️ You’re too kind.
  • #1 with Jackson from Got7 
  • Can I request no.1 with Jackson please?

comments: okay, so i got a couple different requests in regards to this prompt, so i tried to meld them together as best as i could :) also, thank you all for the love <3

1) “You can’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm.”

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: Got7′s Jackson x Y/N

Type: light angst/fluff

You looked up, bobbing your head along calmly to the track blasting over the studio speakers. Jackson sat anxiously at the mixing board, swinging his swivel chair back and forth along with the beat. His face was overwhelmingly serious; brows furrowed and lips puckered as he concentrated on the sound. You were fairly confident in most of the music you had created for the album, but you couldn’t help but foster a small amount of anxiety as it played. 

You tapped your pen anxiously above the lyrics you had so painstakingly taken the time to perfect. The black scribbles across the page meant little to anyone that wasn’t you, but you attempted to wave that thought away. Someone, somewhere could relate. Everything was relative and if your words could make a fan feel a little less alone…then it was all worth it. 

You had been assisting in writing and composing music for JYP artists for the past few years, growing and thriving with the musicians around you. Life wasn’t always easy, and more often than not that was reflected in your writing. Artists never seemed to ask questions, as they appreciated the work you put in, but you were constantly challenged by a single entity. 

Jackson Wang. 

Jackson had quickly become a driving force in your career, insisting he should assist in at least the rap writing for Got7. You didn’t mind, initially encouraging how precocious he was about being involved in the songs they would be performing. After several writing sessions, you rapidly came to realize your misstep, Jackson was going to push you, and you wouldn’t always be okay with it. 

Most people knew Jackson as a big-hearted individual, overflowing with positive affirmations and kindness for everyone he met. That was simply one of the many sides of this complex man. Few people outside of his members were privileged enough to witness him in “work mode.” He became determined, often frustrated, and spread himself too thin. At his core, he wanted to please everyone and create the best content he possibly could. and often you were caught in his crossfires. 

The song you had both been so focused on faded out and Jackson wasted no time to spin in his chair and stare at you. He remained silent for a moment as he searched your face, mildly confused. 

“Aish, don’t look at me like that,” you groaned, looking anywhere but at him. 

“Read me the chorus again,” he said quietly, bringing his fingers to tap against each other. 

“I’m not at my best when you are around. 
When you’re lost, I feel as if I’ve found…
the real me, apart from we.
How can you always drag me down? 

i can’t catch my breath when i’m running away
chasing after the words you’d never say
can this be, can you see 
I don’t know how to stay.”

Your voice was barely audible as you reached the end of the chorus, not having to ever actually read the words aloud to yourself. You shook your head quickly, pushing away the memories attempting to come to the forefront of your mind. You looked up slowly to Jackson who’s eyes had never left your face. He heaved a large sigh before standing and plopping alongside you on the aged, worn couch shoved into the corner of the room. 

“I told you not to look at me like that,” you grumbled, shutting your notebook and slapping it on the coffee table before you. 

“How long have I known you?” Jackson sighed, crossing his arms. 

“I don’t know,” you lied, turning away and examining one of the promotional posters on the wall.

“Try again,” Jackson smiled, knowing better. 

“Since before you knew Korean probably,” you hummed. 

“I still don’t know Korean,” he giggled. “So that’s not a good time marker.”

“Oh hush, you’re as Korean as anyone else here,” you muttered, picking at a hole in your jeans. Jackson noticed and moved his hand to grab yours, halting your fingers from their busy work. He held your palm lightly in his, scraping his callused thumb back and forth across the tender flesh. 

“I don’t think…I’ve ever listened to a song like this…at least not one that you’ve wrote,” he whispered, tilting his head. His eyes were serious again. “Usually Jaebum hyung or Jinyoungie are the ones writing about unrequited love.” 

“It’s not about unrequited love,” you groaned. “It’s about trying to escape a relationship that isn’t healthy for you.”

Jackson lifted his brows as he leaned back, never stopping his mindless tick of playing with your fingers. You felt odd as you kept your hand held in his, not used to his unusual quirk or being this close to an attractive male. It had been some time after all. 

“What, Jackson?” you mumbled, exasperated. “I know your facial expressions say more than enough, but please, I know you have no issue with verbalization.”

“Well…I guess my first question,” Jackson nodded. “Is…who hurt you, Y/N? The lyrics are just…so sad? Why are they like that?” 

“Aish,” you hissed, looking away and pulling your hand from his. Jackson eyed you as if you had just smacked him across the face. He recrossed his legs and brought his eyebrows together in frustration. 

“Alright, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…I just don’t think that anyone should feel like that,” he sighed. 

“Be realistic,” you grumbled. “Not everything can be unicorns and rainbows, Jackson.”

“I’m aware,” he whispered bitterly, his face now radiating hurt. You breathed deeply before releasing a long and tired sigh. The last thing you wanted to do was insult someone who showed genuine care about wanting to learn more about your past, no matter how gory the details. 

“You’ve been in a relationship, right?” you sighed. Jackson looked away sheepishly, crossing his arms as it was now his turn to survey the poster tacked to the wall. 

“Hey, I’m not an ahgase, so you don’t have to lie. Well…I mean…I am an ahgase by default…but not one who lives under the delusion that you’ve never shared an intimate moment with someone,” you continued. 

“Yes, I’ve been in a few,” he stuttered out, still anxiously gauging your reaction. 

“Then you know, not all relationships are panned to work out,” you sighed. “The inspiration for this song was one of those.”

“Well that’s fine and good,” Jackson nodded. “But I still feel as if we’re skimming the surface here.”

“I can’t tell if you’re genuinely concerned or just a gossip,” you mused. 

“Both,” he grinned. 

“It was just…it was a relationship to where I cared about the other person a hell of a lot more than they cared about me,” you whispered. “I did everything for him…and all he did was let me down. I felt like I was losing myself while trying to salvage what was left of us. I waited around for him to become something he very obviously wasn’t…and only ended up hurting myself in the end.” 

“Y/N,” Jackson cooed, leaning forward to take your hand again. This time it was different than it had been before, his touch more comforting, his eyes more heartfelt. “You can’t set yourself on fire to keep others warm”

“Listen to you!” you laughed, shaking your head. “I know you’re trying to give advice here, but you could use a little bit of your own.”

“How do you figure!” he gasped. “I’m not busy taking care of people who are bad for me.”

“Maybe not bad for you, but you sure are concerned about everyone but yourself,” you mumbled. You watched the expression on Jackson’s face quickly change again, making a mental note to watch your words. He was extremely susceptible to even the smallest amount of crudeness in your tone. 

“You work so incredibly hard and are so worried about keeping everyone happy…you forget about your own happiness,” you continued quietly. You patted his hands as you spoke, trying to be as comforting as he was. “See…so you can’t set yourself on fire…to keep others warm. You can’t keep spreading yourself too thin.”

“And you shouldn’t make yourself feel terrible just to make someone happier in a relationship,” Jackson nodded, biting his lip. 

“Well…I’m not in the relationship anymore, am I?” you giggled. 

“So what?” he gasped. “Am I supposed to quit my work?”

“No!” you groaned. “You’re supposed to consider the jobs you take and be more proactive with your schedule. Just like you’ve always been proactive with involving yourself with our writing. I know you want to make everyone proud, but you already are. A little rest won’t change that.” 

Jackson nodded slowly, biting his lip as he gave you a side eye. You knew his wheels of thought were constantly spinning, so there was no telling what would come out of his mouth next. 

“Put myself first,” he whispered. “Make myself happy.”

“That is the idea,” you nodded, giving him a kind smile. 

“Alright then, let’s go,” he said with a short nod as he sprung to his feet and grabbed your hand. He tugged you up and began strolling to the door. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” you spit out quickly, dragging your feet as his strong arms propelled you forward. “Go? Where are we going? We were finalizing the song!” 

“Not anymore,” he said firmly. “We’re putting ourselves first.”

“Can’t we put ourselves first afterwards?” you groaned, still fighting his tugs. 

“That wouldn’t be in the spirit of today’s message, now would it?” Jackson chuckled. 

“So what exactly are we doing?” you muttered, finally pulling Jackson to a stop. He spun around, shifting his hand from it’s position on your wrist, to interlock his fingers with yours instead. His smile was warm and friendly as his eyes connected with yours, conveying something you had never quite seen from him before. 

“I’m taking you for a cup of coffee. We aren’t going to talk about work, and I may even put my arm around you. This is a date, Y/N,” he whispered, beginning your forward motion again. 

“A-a date?” you stuttered. 

Jackson laughed, looking over his shoulder to shoot you a wink. “You told me to do things that make me happy, didn’t you?”

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Eternal Steel and... what should I name Hancock’s?

So I was quite proud of myself. After months of self-doubt, I finally bit the bullet and mixed up fragrances for Maxson and Hancock.

The result? Fucking perfection. I based these on their coats. Both involve tobacco and booze, but that’s where the course alters. Maxson’s has leather, cold steel, rich bourbon and vanilla tobacco, a touch of ozone from laser rifles; an interesting mix of warm and sharp notes. Hancock’s has a hint of grape mentats, a touch of gunpowder, and a pleasant blend of musk, patchouli, and amber (all sweetened with a bit of caramel) because damn, that’s an old coat.

Show me some interest and I’ll reopen my Etsy shop. I’ve sold fandom-based perfumes/colognes for years, and before closing it, I did have scents for Danse (”power armor grease & testosterone”, indeed), Valentine, MacCready, Piper, Nuka Cola (and cherry as well), Fancy Lads, perhaps a few other things. If I’m being honest, they tended to sell out immediately.

I had already made base notes for things like hubflowers, tarberries, etc., and had a Cait fragrance in the works. I suppose Deacon will have to be limited to products like body butter, because he’d be fragrance-free, right?  ;)

Encourage me if this sounds like fun. Got any good ideas for companions I haven’t mentioned here? Please let me know!!  :)


It’s currently 00:41AM and about ten minutes ago, I broke 10k! I wrote a total of 10.076 words today. I just. I can’t. It’s not quite 16k from back in March, but I’m so proud of myself for pushing through and not giving up.

Time: 00:41AM

Wordcount: 26.267

Words written today: 10.076

Music (some songs I listened to):

Fake it by Bastille (so much love for this song)

LA Devotee by Panic! At The Disco

Don’t Threathen Me With A Good Time by Panic! At The Disco.

Break Up Every Night by The Chainsmokers

Before I go, I want to thank coffee for making this whole adventure possible. AND! In about 20 hours I will be live on YouTube (April 19th, 8PM CET/ 2PM EST/ 11AM Pacific Time), so if you can, please join in! I’ll be doing a separate post as well for the liveshow with more information.

1 year, 1 month, 1 day

I keep forgetting to write this post so I’m gonna do it now. On the 21st of January 2016 I created this account. 1 year, 1 month and 1 day later 34,483+ people have decided to follow me. I can quite honestly say comparing my mental health then to now, I am so much better. I’m finding myself enjoying things more, I’m a lot more focused on school and making myself proud, and tbh with me being in my second last year of school I don’t even have time to think about being sad. I must be at least, what 4-5 months clean? Maybe even more. What I’m trying to say is, you can get better. I know most of you follow me because you relate to my posts and I’m so sorry that’s something we have to share in common. But I’m finding myself feeling a lot better lately, and if I can, so can you. So thank you for this brilliant year, never in a million years could I have thought so many people would want to follow my account. I’ve had some weird experiences talking to people on here but I’ve also met some amazing people. You know who you are !!
I love you all and please remember I am always here to talk! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I’m not hungry // Conor Maynard

Requested by @conormaynardismylife y/n  started eating less and when she does it’s like rabbit food then on her birthday she wouldn’t have cake and Conor is worried

You were at Conor’s flat waiting from him to return from the studio, you’d been really down all day and all you wanted to do was have cuddles and kisses from Conor. To pass the time you were looking through Instagram, clicking on your favourite photo of you and Conor you started reading through the comments.

Usually you were a glass half full, positive kind of person and just ignored any negative comments but today you were drawn to them. Instead of being cheered up and reassured like you craved you were being brought down even more.

“Look at her staring at that pizza, I bet she loves it more than Conor”

“She doesn’t deserve Conor, if he’s not careful she may eat him”

“She’s such a fatty, I swear she’s eating something every time I see her”

There was one type of comment that caught your attention, the ones mentioning your weight or your eating habits. You weren’t overweight, in fact you were nowhere near overweight but you had always been insecure about how you looked. Most people were surprised about how much you ate for someone so small but you’d always been that way as you had very high metabolism and were always very active so you needed the energy.

After reading so many hateful comments you decided that maybe they were right, you did eat too much and that needed to change. After all, if his fans were thinking that maybe he was thinking the same thing and if Conor left you then you wouldn’t know what to do anymore.

“Y/N?” Conor shouted out as he walked into his apartment an hour or so later.

“In here,” you replied, quickly wiping the tears off your face and making yourself look presentable before he entered the room.

“Hey,” he said softly sitting on the bed next to you and clasping your hand, “I’m sorry it took me so long, I got stuck at the studio. I’m sorry you lost your job baby”

“It’s not fair Conor, I don’t know what I did wrong,” you choked out before breaking down into tears.

“Hey, hey it’s okay,” he soothed you and pulled you into him where you sobbed into his neck. “I’ve got something that’ll cheer you up,” he told you a few minutes later when your sobs had started to die down.

He walked out of the room and a few moments later he returned with a pizza from your favourite Italian. As much as you wanted to take the pizza you told yourself that you must resist otherwise you’ll never change, “I’m not hungry Con.”

“What? You never turn down pizza,” Conor stated clearly confused.

“I don’t want it, can I just have cuddles instead?” you asked trying to get him to drop the subject, he should be happy you were finally cutting down anyway.

“Oh okay, of course,” he put the pizza on the floor and climbed under the covers next to you, tightly wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead softly.


It’d been a few weeks since you’d started to cut down on what you were eating, your friends kept questioning your behaviour but they just assumed it was due to the stress of you losing your job and Conor had been too busy at the studio during the day so he hadn’t really noticed yet.

You looked up from your phone when you heard the door open and saw Conor standing in front of you holding a bag which was from one of the food places he liked to get food from when he was in the studio.

“What are you doing here?” You asked wondering why he wasn’t still in the studio like he usually was at 1 pm.

“Charming, nice to see you too. I came to have lunch with my favourite girl because I haven’t seen you enough lately” he told you sweetly and kissed your cheek before sitting next to you and pulling the food out.

You looked at the food in front of you searching for something small to eat to avoid Conor becoming suspicious. Your eyes settled on the salad and you picked it up.

Conor gave you an odd look as he saw you picking at the salad, “Are you okay babe? Do you fell ill or something?” he asked concerned and placed his hand on your forehead to check for a temperature.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling too good,” you told him playing along, this would be a great excuse and you maybe you could finally spend some time with him if he thought you were ill.

“Awe baby, how about I take the rest of the day off to look after you. That sound good?” You nodded in response and he pulled you into a cuddle.

It had been 2 months now since you had started eating less and your lack of food had become noticeable along with your ribs. Conor had now become very suspicious and he was getting increasingly worried every time he saw you eat or to be exact saw how little you ate. Today was your birthday and Conor apparently had a surprise that he’d been sorting out for the last hour leaving you confined in your room.

The bedroom door opened and Conor entered carrying a birthday cake and singing happy birthday at the top of his lungs.

“Make a wish.” He whispered in your ear and you blew out the candles. He produced a fork from his pocket and handed it to you, “dig in, I made it myself and it turned out quite well if I do say so myself” he told you with a proud smile etched on his face.

“No thanks Con, I’m not very hungry” you mumbled handing the fork back to him.

Conor sighed and put the cake down on the bedside table, “Y/N/N, we need to talk”

Your breathing quickened fearing that he was breaking up with you and he finally saw what his fans saw, “Please don’t break up with me,” you blurted out in panic and you quickly reached for his hand, holding onto it as tight as possible.

“I’m not breaking up with you babe, I’m talking about your eating habits. At first I didn’t want to say anything because I assumed it was stress or something but I’m worried Y/N. You’ve lost too much weight and you’re practically eating nothing, I’m pretty sure Anna’s pet rabbit eats more than you do” he returned the grip on your hand and looked into your eyes.

“I’m sorry Conor. I was just taking your fan’s advice, I thought it may make you love me more.” You sobbed. Tears started to stream down your face and Conor pulled you into him.

“Shhhh, it’s okay” he comforted you while rubbing your back, as you continually mumbled sorry into his neck. “You shouldn’t have listened to them baby, you’re perfect just the way you are and there’s nothing you could do to make me love you anymore because I already love you way too much.”

You moved back so you could look into his eyes, “Promise?”

“I promise, now let’s get some food into you” he grabbed the cake and fork from the side handing it to you.

You spent the rest of the day in bed with Conor, cuddling and making up for the food you’d neglected for the last 2 months.

Okay, let me explain this photo. This is not my child. I was at the rock gym on the bouldering walls for a bit last night. I was tired and sore already. I decided to go a couple more routes, but easy peasy ones I wouldn’t struggle through too much. 

So I walked over to this route (the yellow one) and this little girl ran up and started climbing. She was great, nimble, fearless and she got right up there. 

As she was climbing her dad came over. Obviously a very fit and likely very experienced climber (I’d seen some of the routes he’d been on) I joked with him, “your daughter makes me feel pretty crap about myself” he smiled, obviously very proud of her.
But he said, quite seriously, “all the kids in here make all of us feel “bad” about ourselves, but look how happy they are. They also remind us why we climb. 

#simple reminders

Snowbaz Swimming AU

i know its been literal months but i got a few requests to continue so ive decided to revive this fic

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5


Simon chapter again! (i think im going to alternate): simon’s first swim lesson with baz

Words: 1.1k 

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I’m kinda worried I’ll get eaten alive by anons for posting this picture because it shows the flaws of my body quite harshly and is just overall unflattering, but somehow I still like it. I guess it kinda makes me feel empowered to post it and shows that I’m actually not ‘perfect’ and ‘skinny’ (like people call me), but I still love myself and am proud of my body.

so i recently got into cuphead bc of bendy and??? i saw everyone was making super cute ocs so i just. kinda jumped on the bandwagon

his name is caffiend!! coffee is the love of his life, he even depends on it
he’s super hyper and twitchy! but he’s overall really!!!! excited!!!! and goofy!!! he can also be quite reckless
he can become really sluggish and sleepy if he doesn’t have coffee in his head, he needs to stay loaded!!

so uh, hi cuphead fandom


Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum

Word Count: 1980

Warning: suggestive but so much FLUFF OMG

note: this is it. the last chapter of rich. i’m may be crying inside because i will miss writing this lovely series. i’d like to thank everyone for giving this series so much love, i cannot explain how grateful i am! i love you all very much and i hope you will anticipate for mayday next! happy reading and take care :) -admin

one year later

I ran down the long hallways of the Paris airport, dragging my small suitcase along with me. The flight to Paris was delayed due to weather conditions hence why I was late for my very own fashion show. Security guards running alongside with me, pointing me to the direction of the exit. With Rose running behind me, I could feel the pressure weigh on my shoulders as we found the exit into the wide open area of the Paris airport. Cameras everywhere, flashing at my face while I tried to pinpoint a way to get out of this place. As fast as I could, I walked alongside security guards as they led me into my car and closed the door, shutting out the paparazzi.

“Drive to the hotel and straight to the venue, please.” Rose demanded the driver once we both settled inside the car.

“No, just the venue.” I stated, waving off Rose’s request.

“We need to get you changed and ready for the show. We don’t have time to stop by the venue.” Rose argued.

“Tell them to meet me at the venue and I’ll get ready with the models. I just need to if everything is planned out perfectly.” I argued back. I heard Rose sigh beside me, knowing that she can’t win against my decision. After all, I am the boss here.

Rose pulled out her phone and started to make last minute phone calls, telling my stylists to meet me at the venue. I pulled out my phone and pressed the home button to face myself with my lock screen background. It was a picture of Jaebum and I with his hand around my waist and his wide smile, dressed up fancy from when his parents threw a party for winning in court against Mr. Park.

With that my mind wandered to Jinyoung. After moving back to Korea, we finally settle my problem with my father’s debt in court. I provided the lawyers with enough evidence to defend my position with Jaebum helping me by my side. In court, I met up again with the Park family and thing time, Jinyoung was there alone and no one else. As usually, he looked strikingly handsome in a suit with his hair swept to the side. I forgave him a long time ago, realizing his actions were to protect me from getting hurt. When Jaebum told me that he got married with the same girl that ruined our relationship, the news kind of tugged my heart. I couldn’t help but think that could’ve been us if we weren’t in this situation. But then I told myself I had a great boyfriend who treated me like a princess.

I let out a breathy sigh as I felt my phone buzz in my hand, interrupting my thoughts. Looking down, I saw three new messages pop up from Jaebum himself.

Jaebum: Good luck today, baby girl. You’ll do great like always. I love you and don’t stress too much.

I smiled to myself, suddenly feeling fuzzy inside. When I started dating Jaebum a year ago, I realized that he never had a proper girlfriend that treated him right in awhile. So going on dates or doing coupley things was something Jaebum wasn’t used to. He told me specifically, on our first date, that he wasn’t use to holding hands with a girl in public because most of his girls were there for enjoyment, not for relationship. Of course, he told me he was willing to change his habits just to have a stable relationship instead of a steamy relationship. But I wasn’t complaining about the steamy part.

“We’re here at the venue ma’am.” The driver spoke up, interrupting my thoughts. 

“(Y/N), we don’t have time to check out the venue. The show starts in three hours!” Rose started to panic.

I waved her off and smiled at her, “Relax, Rose. We’re here and that’s all that matters.”

“I swear, you boyfriend is having an influence on you. A year ago you would be panicking in this situation. Now, you’re all laid back.” Rose scoffed, hopping off the car as I following closely after her.

“Don’t blame this on him.” I laughed at my best friend’s comment. “Jaebum has no influence on me whatsoever.”

“Sure.” Rose rolled her eyes as we entered the venue. “You’ve become more dominant, if you know what I mean.”

I smacked my best friend on the back and gasped, “You’re unbelievable.”

“Ah, Jaebum. Oh my god, right there. Ye-” Rose teased quite loudly, making the people hanging in the long hallways turn their heads to look at us.

“Shut up otherwise I’m firing you.” I snapped at Rose, feeling my cheeks rise up in color.

“Next time, if we’re staying in the same hotel, I’ll have to request a room far away from you two.” Rose stated. I gave Rose a mean look before entering onto the runway. I stood there, looking at the sight in front of me and smiled to myself. After coming this far in life, I could say I was pretty proud at myself. I worked hard, didn’t take any money from any man, and ended up with a nice life. Not mention a hot boyfriend.

Rose and I stayed on the runway, fixing a few problems and making slight adjustments for about an hour. It was until then I heard screams coming from outside the venue, indicating that my models have arrived. I looked at Rose as she flashed a terrified look on her face. Grabbing my arm, she rushed me out of the stage area and into a private change room where my stylists were ready to do my makeup. Rose forcefully pushed me down onto the chair as the girls did their work as quickly as they can on my hair and face.

“About an hour and thirty minutes until show time!” Someone yelled into the change room. I sat up from my chair and took a good look at my beautiful curly hair and simple makeup on my face. Thanking the stylists, I ran to get fitted into a dress Jaebum bought for me a while ago but I never got the chance to wear it. A black ruffled mock-neck cold-shoulder dress fitted with a gold belt and heels was very expensive to get since it was a limited edition. But knowing Jaebum, he got whatever he wanted right under his fingertips.

“Hey, I’m just going to meet with the models and organize a few things.” Rose said, popping her head into the fitting room. “You look great by the way, (Y/N). Jaebum would’ve been happy to see you in that dress.”

“Thanks, Rose. You look good too.” I smiled at her through the mirror. Rose returned a sweet smile before running off to handle the show. Looking down at the ground, I noticed a silver necklace that must’ve fell from my neck while I was quickly changing into my dress. Bending down, I grabbed the necklace and stood up just to suddenly fell arms wrapping around my waist, startling me slightly.

“What the f-” I cursed out loud, my heart racing from the sudden actions until I looked at the person who stood behind me in the mirror.

“Surprise.” Jaebum chuckled, his face resting on top my exposed shoulders. The famous signature smirk plastered on his face as I took a good look at him in the mirror. A classic suit and tie look with his hair swept back made my heart melt. I could never get tired at looking at this handsome man. The sight I fell in love with years ago.

“H-how?” I stuttered, slightly shocked by his appearance. “You texted me three hours ago and there’s no way you could’ve gotten here. The flight I took was the only flight to Paris.”

“I sat at the very back of the plane, same flight as you. It was a rough flight here since children and babies were crying their head off, interrupting my sleep. But I couldn’t sit in first class because you were there.” Jaebum smiled, kissing my exposed shoulder before he took the necklace out of my hands and helped put it around my neck. My heart started to warm up as I gave Jaebum finished putting on the necklace and sent a charming smile through the mirror.

“My poor baby,” I cooed as I turned around, grabbing Jaebum by the face, “The things you do for me.”

“The things you make me do, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked, pulling me closer to him so that our lips were inches away from each other. “Can’t believe I do all these things for you.”

And with that, Jaebum pushed me against the wall of the fitting room and connected his lips with mine. My arms wrapped around his neck as his lips perfectly molded against mine, leaving me breathless. Jaebum broke the hot kiss as his hands pulled down the fabric on my neck. He moved his lips to the sweet spot on my neck and sucked on it slightly, earning a soft moan coming out of my lips. Jaebum brought his lips up again to my mouth with full desire, his hands wandering up and down my waist.

Pulling away, Jaebum gave me another peck on the lips and smiled, “You’re not going to walk the red carpet?”

“No,” I sighed as I fixed my hair in the mirror, “How can I when I’m already inside the venue?”

“You sneak out the back, get a driver to drive you to the front, and then walk.” Jaebum stated, leaning his body against the wall.

“I don’t have a driver.” I pouted at him through the mirror.

Jaebum chuckled under his breath as he got off the wall and stood beside me, “Already taken care of.”

“You planned this out, didn’t you?” I laughed at him as I turned my head to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, and I planned something special for tonight too.” Jaebum smirked before grabbing my hand and leading me outside the fitting room.

“Oh an what’s that?” I raised an eyebrow at him, knowing full well what he had in mind tonight.

“That’s a surprise for later.” Jaebum winked at me.

I laughed out loud, leaning onto his arm as we walked down the hallways and out the exit in the back. A black car parked on the side, waited for us both as I felt a cold air rush through my body. Jaebum, being a gentleman, opened the door and made way for me to enter the car. It was a short ride to the red carpet as we both prepared ourselves for the cameras.

Jaebum stuck out his arm once we exited the car and I took it as we walked down the red carpet, smiling brightly at the cameras. Stopping in front on the backdrop, Jaebum’s arms snaked around my waist, pulling me to his side as we smiled for the camera. I was too focused on the bright lights to notice that Jaebum’s hand made its way down to my ass, giving it a good squeeze.

“Jaebum, no.” I hissed under my breath, still keeping my sweet smile on my face.

“Can’t help it if your ass looks good from behind.” Jaebum said under his breath, remaining calm in front of the camera.  

“Fuck you, Jaebum.” I hissed, turning my body towards him and looking up at his handsome face.

Jaebum looked down at me and flashed me his famous smirk, his eyes shining in the bright light. His fingers brushed a few stands of my hair to the side, since it covered my face and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

“Fuck me anytime, babe.” Jaebum smirked, pulling away from my forehead. “My rich ass can take you anytime.”

Don’t Scream Too Loud

Summary: You give Bucky a blow-job in a public bathroom, and he tries his absolute best to be quiet.

Word Count: 1,118

Warning: Smut. Oral sex. Rough-ish Bucky.

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean fic I have. It’s pure smut. Here you go, hope you all like!

Originally posted by shhhh-no-ones-home

You felt the corner of your lip quirk up conceitedly, your hand continuing to flutter about Bucky’s thigh. From your peripheral view, you could see his fingers flex around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white from how hard he was holding on. You kept your eyes trained on the road, looking nonchalant as the car sped across the interstate.

“Doll,” whispered Bucky, voice low and full of warning.

“Yeah, baby?” you asked innocently, your hand squeezing his upper thigh as you spoke.

“Y/N, I… I don’t want to crash—”

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