so this is what i decided to do all day instead of doing my homework

College can be a lot sometimes. Over the past two years I’ve learned some helpful little tricks that help to keep me sane and on top of things, and it’s time I passed them on to all of you! Ahead in part one: scheduling classes, going to them, and homework. Be on the lookout for part two soon!

i. scheduling classes 

  • Take a full load, but keep it balanced.
    • Don’t schedule all of the tough classes for one semester. 
    • Also try to schedule it so that you will have a variety of homework (ie a mix of writing, tests, and worksheet focused classes)
  • Always speak to your advisor before scheduling classes.
  • Keep in mind that you will need time for homework and online classes when making your schedule.
    • Whether it means choosing not to have classes on certain days, putting a two hour break in between classes, or having all your classes in the afternoon so you can study in the mornings.
  • Keep in mind your personality when picking times.
    • 8AMs are rough. Unless you are the world’s biggest morning person, avoid them if you can. 
  • Be sure to have a plan for eating meals!
    • Some schools will let you bring your lunch into class, but I prefer to have a break during lunch so I can relax while I eat. 
  • Look at a map of campus when scheduling and try to schedule classes in the same building back-to-back, or at least near each other. 

ii. classes

  • Never go to class without a bottle of water and a pen.
  • If it’s a workday and you’re given the option to leave class and work elsewhere, actually use that time to work.
  • Sit wherever you’re comfortable. A lot of posts say to sit up front, but I personally prefer to sit further back so that I can fidget without worrying about distracting others. Figure out what works for you.
  • After about the third class, seats might as well be assigned. Don’t move and throw everyone else off unless you really have to.
  • Always be respectful and kind to your teachers and classmates.
  • Make at least one friend in every class. You don’t have to be bffs, but chat with the person you sit beside before every class so that you have someone to study or share notes with if you need to.
  • If you need to fidget to pay attention, consider bringing a small container of Play-Doh with you to lectures (you may want to let your teacher know what’s up, they’ll almost definitly be cool with it).

iii. homework

  • Unlike high school, you really can’t skip homework. Instead of getting lots of small worksheets, your grade will be decided by a few bigger projects or papers. Try to stay on top of things!
  • Break larger projects up into smaller deadlines.
  • If a class has a lot of worksheets as homework, start a study group so that you can all work on them together. 
  • Try to start homework as soon as you get it.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask from help from teachers, tutors, or classmates.
  • As soon as you get a syllabus, enter all of the due dates into your planner. If you wanna go the extra mile (hint: you do), go ahead and add in dates to start working on projects, too. 
  • Work ahead so that you have the flexibility to hang out with your friends at the last minute, instead of being stuck in the library working on a project that’s due first thing in the morning. 
  • Never plagiarize. It’s the fastest way to get kicked out of a class, or even a whole program. If you’re not sure if it needs a citation, it needs a citation. 
  • The number one rule is simple: do all your work, and do it the best you can. As long as you follow that, you’ll be golden. 

Happy studying, and be on the lookout for part two coming soon!

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

How to be good at interviews:

I’m having next Wednesday my first professional interview (eeeeek) so I decided to share the research I’m doing. I googled all of this and chose the information I found most important, and organized it. I truly hope it’s helpful for someone out there :)

PLAN AND PRACTICE:

  • always do your homework: learn about the organization, its ideas and story 
  • don’t necessarily memorize responses, but try to have a planned general strategy for answering common interview questions
  • practice in front of the mirror
  • be ready to briefly describe related experience
  • compare your qualifications to what the organization wants from you

COMMON INTERVIEW QUESTIONS:

  1. What’s your biggest weakness? Think of a genuine issue you have as well as ways you have managed to work with/around it.
  2. What’s your biggest strengths?” Stand out from the crowd and don’t be afraid to speak about your strengths in an authentic and compelling way. See if your strengths align with the company’s needs.
  3. Why do you want this job?”/ “Why should we hire you?” Stay focused on why your background makes you an ideal candidate and tell them how you are going to contribute to that department and that company. 
  4. Tell me about yourself.” Don’t tell them your life story, instead discuss what your interests are relating to the job and why your background makes you a great candidate.
  5. Why did you leave your last job/position/school?” Do not go into details about your dissatisfaction, tell them that while you valued the experience and education you received, you felt that the time had come to seek outo a new opportunity, expand your skills and knowledge, and to find a company with wich you could grow. Try to put a positive spin on things. Be honest if you were fired but don’t trash your previous boss.
  6. Where do you see yourself in five years?”  Be honest about what your greater aspirations are.

And much much much more (from your behaviour to work experiences, education, interests and motivation or problems and challeges you’ve faced previously), I would encourage you to try to write down some topics for each questions that work for you. Being prepared is everything.

THE DAY OF THE INTERVIEW:

  • sleep and eat well so you look rested and healthy on the big day
  • give yourself time to calm down/meditate/relax
  • don’t noodle around on your phone or electronic device while waiting - it may communicate boredom and frivolousness, maybe stick your notebook/notes

What to wear: normally it’s best to dress neutral, professionally/formal, not overly fashionable or trendy, and brightly colored clothing is bad. Make sure your clothes are neat and wrinkle free, and make sure your image is very clean and neat.

What to bring: if revelant, extra copies of your resume on quality paper, a notepad or professional binder and pen, information you might need to complete an application.

IMPORTANT TIPS:

  • make eye contact
  • show courtesy to everyone during the interview, this means everyone from the reception staff to the interviewer herself
  • smile
  • have good posture
  • avoid fidgeting too much or playing with your hair/touching face
  • have a good handshake
  • don’t cross your arms over your chest
  • walk, act, talk with confidence
  • be comfortable and relaxed
  • choose the words you say
  • don’t place stuff on their desk
  • manage your reactions - facial and body expressions give clues on how you feel: project a positive image
  • show interest and enthusiasm
  • show warmth and personality - being personable is about getting the interviewer’s emotional side to like you and believe in you
  • don’t lie to make it seem like you know something you don’t. You probably won’t fool your interviewer, and admitting to not know something is much more impressive than lying
  • be honest
  • keep things simple and short, talk in 30-90 second chunks. Any less and you’re likely to seem unqualified; any more and your interviewer is likely to lose interest in what you’re saying

THINK OF QUESTIONS TO ASK: participating actively during the interview gives a good impression of your level of interest in the job. Most of times it is more adequeate to ask in the end of the interview.  But I feel like you really need to make sure your questions are adequate. Examples:

  • “What types of training opportunities do you offer?”
  • “What are the chances for professional growth in this job opportunity?”
  • “Is there anything else I can provide you with that would be helpful?”
  • ALWAYS ask the “ When can I expect to hear back from you about the position?” question if  the interviewer does not tell you

Good questions are open-ended, and thus cannot be answered with a “yes” or “no.” Better questions are behavioral: they ask how things are done or have happened in the past, because current and past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior.

AFTER THE INTERVIEW:

  • shake hands with the interviewer - try to invest some feeling into the handshake and pleasantries, even if you think you bombed the interview
  • hold your head high and keep your cool
  • your emotions are probably teetering at the highest of highs or the lowest of lows, but try to stay measured
  • project a cool confidence, not cockiness, and walk out of the interview with your head held high

SOMETHING TO ALWAYS KEEP IN MIND:

  • when you know in your heart and your gut that you bring to the table something just as valuable as a paycheck and maybe much more – your tremendous experience, intellect and instinct – you’ll carry yourself differently. You won’t trip over your words in an effort to please His Majesty or Her Highness, because you’ll see yourself and the interviewer as equals on a level playing field. 
  • you are valuable and unique. You have something very special in you and you deserve to be given a chance. good luck!
Teacher picked on me for being autistic, I got her fired.

When I was in 4th grade, i had a teacher named Mrs. Seeles (Like Seals). She was regarded as one of the kindest teachers in our school, to everyone. Everyone but me. I had quite a few learning disabilities that made much of her class confusing and hard to keep up with, especially with the way she taught. She would go over one thing and then have a test on it the next day to see if we learned it, which i always did bad on. 

Now, I was no means a perfect student. But I did my work without complaining, I did homework like i should. My best friend at the time, Jack, would attest to this, as he liked to copy things off my work because he was a sneaky kid. We sat next to each other so it wasnt very hard to get answers from one another. We were both boys so it got a little excitable sometimes and rowdy (not to mention we like-liked each other)

Mrs. Seeles didnt like our friendship in the least, and would always snap at us, more specifically me because i was seen as an easy target. I would never speak up against it or try to do anything, unlike Jack who would demand that we werent doing anything wrong. So she decided to focus in on me instead.

Whenever I passed in class work or homework, she wouldnt grade it. I would get bad reports home saying how I wasnt doing what I was supposed to be doing. All in all, my parents believed her more over me because they never trusted me to begin with. So Jack and I plotted. 

Being only in 4th grade, it wasnt the best plan, but it worked. I would do my work, then Jack would write the exact same things as I did. We did this for months. I would recieve bad grades while Jack excelled in his. We got the papers back. We stored them away.

Near the halfway part of the semesters, We both brought this up to our parents. We called each other on the home phones and explained what had been going on. How Jack would copy my work and Pass it in just like I did, but I never got the credit. We showed them the papers, which were exactly identical. Mine were marked wrong, Jacks were marked right.

My parents were furious. Because of that teacher their child was failing the 4th grade. They threw a fit over at the school board council, gave them complete hell. Within the week, Mrs. Seeles was packed up and leaving the school.

The new teacher that replaced her was wonderful. I went from failing to As in weeks. 

Fun Fact: I actually stopped doing a lot of my homework because of Mrs. Seeles because why do it if it wont be graded? That problem developed heavily into my mind and its been a problem ever since. hope your happy. Graduating from High School this year, going into Theatrical Arts College.

In [Harry Potter’s] Heartbeat

“Hi, Harry!” Hermione said brightly as she slid into the seat across from Harry at his table in the library.

“Hey, ‘Mione,” Harry responded absently, not breaking his gaze away from where Draco Malfoy sat, a few tables over. His Transfiguration essay lay forgotten on the table in front of him. Hermione rolled her eyes when she noticed that Harry had only written down two sentences.

“Listen, Harry, I was wondering if you could help me with some of my homework,” Hermione put forth.

Harry didn’t bother to reply this time. He probably wasn’t even listening, as he was far too distracted watching Draco saunter out of the library.

“Harry?”

Harry abruptly turned his head to face Hermione.

“Oh, did you say something? Sorry, I was…” Harry paused and blushed an intense shade of puce. “Daydreaming,” he finished quickly and coughed. “What were you saying?”

Hermione shook her head in amusement at Harry’s obvious crush on Draco.

“I asked if you’d like to help me with an assignment for my Ancient Studies class,” Hermione said and Harry gasped.

“Hermione Granger is asking Harry Potter for help with an assignment? I never thought this day would come. Well, go on. What is it you need my brilliant mind for?”

Hermione chuckled and answered, “Lately we’ve been studying ways to invent new spells with theories and techniques from Ancient Magic. This assignment was to create a spell that would make an emotion sentient. For example, you could cast a spell to make someone’s anger  sentient and a fireball or something would show up and lead the person to things that made them angry. Anyways, I need you to be a test subject for my spell.”

Harry frowned. “So you don’t need my brilliant mind after all.” Then he asked, “Why isn’t Ron your test subject?”

“Oh, Ron’s too busy.”

Harry raised his eyebrows. “Doing what? Last I saw him, he was playing Wizard’s Poker with Dean and Seamus.”

“He’s busy now. Helping Ginny with Quidditch strategies for the match next week.”

“Funny. I wouldn’t think Ginny would need any help-”

Hermione cut him off by clearing her throat loudly. “The point is, I’m in need of a test subject and you’re available. Are you willing to help me?”

“Sure, I guess. Which emotion did you decide to do?” Harry said.

“Love.”

Harry suddenly looked very nervous. “What kind of love?”

Hermione shrugged. “I was aiming for romantic love, but the spell’s a work in progress. Could turn out to be any kind of love.”

“So the spell will lead me to who I love.”

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Summary: The Ladyblog catches a private moment and Marinette is furious.

This story can also be found on FF.net and AO3.

The video was uploaded sometime after midnight early Saturday morning.  

As was usually the case after an akuma attack, Alya Cesaire had been running on a caffeine rush and adrenaline high that made sleep impossible.  The dedicated blogger would not see the back of her eyes until her copy was written, her files rendered, and her newest masterpiece was live for the entire world to see.

Or at least the majority of Paris.  She was young yet.

Fortunately for the aspiring journalist, the Ladyblog’s wide and devoted readership ensured that the hits would rack up quickly regardless of the time of posting.

What no one could have anticipated, however, was just how quickly.

It started with the local news.

Nadja Chamack’s bright-eyed good morning Paris grin punctuated the more somber news of floods, akumas, and politics with the light-hearted clip.  The segment usually reserved for heartwarming fluff pieces about eye-seeing dogs and neighborhood bake sales was instead taken over by the city’s most reliable ratings machine.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were television gold.

From there the clip hit the major news networks and was being broadcast to the whole of France. Then came the talk shows, the copycat blogs, the online articles, Buzzfeed, and more.  When the video hit the front page of Reddit there was no stopping the infection.

By the time Monday morning rolled around, less than three days after the akuma attack and the video going live, Chat Noir had become the laughing stock of Paris, the Internet, and the world.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng was absolutely furious.

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abs and algebra - peter parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Prompt List- #20. “Arguing with you is always at the top of my list.”

Y/N never thought that the fitness room would make such a great study place. Peter never thought working out instead of homework was such a good excuse.

Requested: yes

Warning: language, slight teen angst, lol teen hormones

Word Count: 2339

Here’s another Peter one! I did a slight angst one bc I never really do those so here ya go! Lol hope you all enjoy!

Tagged List: @sigh-whoami @imsecretlyromanburki

MASTERLIST

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Why does he act like he knows absolutely everything? Why is always wearing that stupid blue sweater? Didn’t he know that it was a like eighty degrees outside? And why is he staring a hole through you right now, with his lips turned up like that, god that annoyed you so much. Oh god, and why are you blushing, uneasy mess right now? Snap the fuck out of it!

You quickly snapped your intense yet annoyed gaze at Peter and focused back on your homework. You still felt the burning feeling of his eyes on you as you continued to finish your Algebra homework. Why wasn’t he doing his homework? Great question, he should be finishing his homework. This was yet another one of the millions of qualities you didn’t care for about Peter Parker. It wasn’t that you hated him per se it was just, he acts like- well he thinks- okay fine. You really, really didn’t like him.

It was just almost everything about him ticked you off in such a way it made your eyes roll into the back of your head every time something cocky rolled off his tongue, or when he proved how much he could actually lift in the gym room, and when he acted as if he was the biggest superhero to roam the streets since Tony Stark.

He wasn’t.

I mean, neither were you. Sure, you couldn’t catch a bus with your bare hands. Or hang upside down from walls like a complete idiot, but you still had powers too. Yours weren’t trapping people in webbing, but they were pretty powerful. But, that’s besides the point. The point was, Peter Parker would find his way around a fucking mountain just to piss you off.

You didn’t to say it was personal, but it was. At school, he was a completely different person. His usual loud, rowdy, and arrogant persona you saw almost every day at the base was flipped into a shy, quiet, and polite teenage boy around his schoolmates and teachers. His superhero tactics and attitude must of paved the way for his ego to grow immensely around you outside of school. You didn’t even speak to him in Algebra class, it was as if you two didn’t know each other. He was low on the social radar at school, but you, you were even lower.

That didn’t bother you, knowing that as long as Peter kept your secret from everyone, you would keep his. But, this whole “teammate guidelines” book wasn’t even established beyond the boundaries of missions. Around the base, he would do anything to piss you off, and he knew it. He knew how angry you would get when he yanked your glasses of playfully as you worked vigorously on your homework. Or, when you would have to go on missions with him, he acted as if you were there to observe and he was sent to complete the job.

This was one thing you never grew tired of, and you attempted to tell Tony, but then decided against it, due to the fact Tony would just believe it was the two teens on the team who wanted to start drama.

So, you tried to keep your fiery comments back to Peter very slim, but that was on a good day.

Today was not one of those days.

Your mind had been attempting to focus its full attention on your Algebra homework for the past hour, but everywhere you traveled to try and get some peace and quiet, something disrupted you. So, you decided to land your final destination in the Fitness Room, somewhere you never went (lol). You typed in the pass code on the pad next to the door and walked in, the sound of absolute silence hitting your eardrums instantly. The sound was music to yours in a way as the silence settled you down and kept you calm.

Finally. There’s no arguing Tony and Steve, no loud Bucky and Sam, and then best of all, no bickering, egotistical Peter.

You sighed heavily in victory before making way to the only table in the Fitness Room. Sitting down at the white table, you pulled out your Algebra book and spiral, turning directly to the page you had stopped on when you heard Thor yell from behind you, “Neither of you are worthy!”.

You place your hands in your tangled locks, slipping on your glasses before looking down at the book to continue your studying in hopefully, silence.

Okay, if the four is squared then there’s no way this could work. The problem has to be undefined, I just don’t understand how-

You obviously spoke way too soon. Your thinking was stopped midway of the problem once your ears perked at the sound of the door swinging open and the footsteps of the last person you would want in there with you at the moment.

“Hey! Y/N! What are you doing studying in here?”

The voice that made your head ache and your veins pop out of your arms rang through your ears in a loud, uneasy echo throughout the seemingly vacant room.

Your Y/E/C eyes shut themselves tightly, fists matching them as you reached up to yank your glasses off your head and slam them down on your book in annoyance. Turning around to lock gazes with the prick behind you, you feel the peak of your complete and utter luck drop to the bottom of the line.

“This was the only quiet place in the entire building,” your pink lips open in a scowl as you made sure to emphasize the ‘was’ in your statement.

Peter’s brown eyes rolled into the back of his head as he tossed his towel across the room, landing on a weight bench. His shoulders shrugged in a careless manner, “Well, now it isn’t.”

A deep groan emitted from the bottom of your throat at his comment. Why can’t you just do one thing? One thing, Without Peter worming his ass into it. Whatever, you’ll just ignore him for the time being. You could do that, right? Of course you could.

Another sigh emits from you before you turn back around and attempt to focus on the problem that’s been eating your energy our for minutes. Slipping your glasses back on, you pick up your pencil and begin to work the problem form the beginning, seeing if you could start over and maybe, finally solve it.

As you began to write the four transitioning from the other side of the equation, your brain realized that wouldn’t work and mentally erased the idea from your mind. Minutes passed, and after five tries, your mind starts to get antsy and annoyed with the erase marks and X’s scattered all across your paper.

“I just don’t understand why you can’t subtract it from the-but wait. Then you would have to add, but no. That doesn’t make any sense either…” you muttered yourself, grumbling as you trailed off your incorrect thought and filed it with the others. You bit your chapped lip and tugged on it as your eyes lifted from the book to wander around the room in thought.

Your eyes shifted from towards the left corner of your eye and your intense, diligent gaze shifted from cloudy numbers scattered around your brain to a site that you hate to admit it, made your mind wander from math to an entirely new adventure. As you thought your eyes would meet a vacant workout bench, they instead met a very sweaty and very shirtless Peter Parker lifting weights before you.

What even was, Math?

Your thoughts vanished of immediate hatred every time your eyes met his figure. This time, your mouth went from ‘opened wide to scream something cursing at the boy in front of you’ to ‘close your damn mouth, Y/N, drool is starting to form at the boy in front of you’. His slightly tanned bare chest glistened with sweat dripping down to this stomach area. Obviously, Peter had yanked off the fully covered sweater that adorned his apparently, toned ass body underneath. You silently and guiltily prayed to the gods for the sight before you.

You continued to stare heavily at the sweaty, ripped boy lifting weights before you. Your eyes then trailed up to his bulging biceps, flexing every time the weight would come up above his sweaty head of hair. You felt your breath become heavy and your chest rise up in nervousness each time his body flexed in a new and fucking incredible way.  Your eyes then made way to Peter’s hair, he usual slicked back hair was ruffled in curls, due to the fact the wetness made his true hair type become evident.

Okay fine, you knew Peter was very, very attractive. But this? This was something you definitely didn’t need in your life. This was going to make everything ten times harder in an argument with the ripped boy next to you. Why god, why? But at the same time, thank you god, thank you.

“Are you done?”

The sound of Peter’s raspy and slightly high voice range through your ears, snapping you out of your guilty Peter stare down. You veins pumped with nerves and your eyes greeted Peter’s right brown orbs in an entire new kind of look. The clouded anticipation of Peter’s body was no longer evident in your eyes, it was now the usual annoyed glaze over your orbs. Your brain wracked for something smart to say back, knowing you’d been caught.

God, he is never going to let you live this down.

“What are you talking about?” you faked reality and acted as if he was the crazy one. You narrow your lids in seemingly displeasure and throw your pencil down, which had almost broken due to your fist squeezing it into oblivion.

Peter then jumped down from the slightly high step that supported numerous types of workout equipment. His wet towel was grasped in his right hand as he walked to right next to you, bare body leaning against the pole, “You’ve been checking me out for the past three minutes,” he interjected, arms folded across his chest cockily.

Your heart was beating quickly at his sudden confession, the truth obviously being told. You attempted to think of something fast before your major contemplative actions became too obvious. So, you thought of the most clever response you could come up with on a whim.

“Ew, no I haven’t.”

Wow, Y/N. That was genuinely so clever, you dumb ass.

“Uh, yeah you were,” he pushed back, leaning himself of the pole and inching closer to you.

“NO, I haven’t.”

“Yes, you have.”

“Nope.”

“Yes!”

“NO!”

“YES!”

“Peter it’s called thinking!” you sassed back, now standing up as aggravation swept your entire demeanor. Your own arms folded over your chest in a heated daze as your eyes never took themselves off Peter’s.

“Really, 'cause the last time I checked, biting your lip and staring at someone’s chest isn’t called thinking.”

Your body was so close to Peter’s you could feel the hot breath roll off his lips and hot your face as he fired back another comment. The body proximity of you two was nearly close to passing the 'too close’ line, but you didn’t care. You weren’t about to let Peter have this hanging over your head for the rest of your life. No matter how fucking good he looked sweaty and shirtless, you had to win.

Your eyes searched Peter’s in an intent stare as you popped out a question that had been lingering in the back of your mind for months, “Why do you always want to argue with me?”

You watched as Peter’s pink lips turned up into a playful smirk before stepping across that proximity into dangerous territory. Your pulse quickened at your state, your body instantly responding to a glorious hot and sweaty boy standing so close to you. Your cheeks flushed as the thoughts of this ran through your brain. Your teenage hormones didn’t give a shit whether it was Peter Parker or not standing this close to you in this state, they just knew how to play you.

Peter’s lips inched closer to yours, and the closer they got, the farther your brain got from the feeling of dislike and annoyance with the boy in front of you.

“Because, arguing with you is always at the top of my list,” he daringly whispered against your lips, the breath from his comment hitting your mouth slyly. Your eyes bounced from Peter’s bright brown eyes down to those egotistical lips numerous times before you had no idea what the hell you were doing. Your hormones were in drive.

The next thing you knew, your hand wrapped itself around Peter’s neck and yanked him forward to meet your mouth in a hot, fiery, and searing kiss. The word hatred meant nothing to you as his slightly chapped lips pushed themselves back onto yours and his arms wrapped around your frame. One hand was placed on the back of his neck and the other reached down and ran up and down his glorious abs. You felt him moan slightly at your soft touch and pulled you even closer to him, if that was a possibility. Your body ignited with sparks at his touch, and your knees shook as his tongue attempted to slide itself past your lips.

With no sense of manner or care in the world, you allowed him to and your body almost fainted at the feeling. You could tell it was getting hot and heavy a little too soon, so you shut your lips back together and took your hand off the back of his neck and sighed against his lips.

Peter took this as a signal and kissed you one last time softly before pulling away. Both your bodies breathed heavily near each other in need for instant air. Your eyes met in a warm daze and you reached up in delight to faintly touch your lips.

Faces burning with sudden realizations and passion, you drew apart and for the first time, smiled genuinely at the other.

Cold As Ice

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Shy Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: After discovering their powers and wanting to save a troubled citizen, the Reader is left to dealt with the consequences, but ends up finding out a certain secret from a certain spiderling instead.

Word Count: 3,180 (omg)

Warnings: Language, cuteness, discovery of powers, fluff, fight scene, shy!Reader, *slight* assault scene, suck-ass ending (bc I’m trash and I suck at writing), (Please let me know if I missed anything).

A/N: For some reason, I had such a hard time making a summary for this ?? Hopefully the anon that requested this thinks it’s okay. :// I’m slowly moving through all my requests (I have a lot lol). Anyway, let me know what you think as always and enjoy reading!


Walking into Midtown High, you cautiously grudge towards your locker in order to get your books for today’s classes.

These past few days have been strange, to say the least.

Despite it being almost the end of the school year and the hot weather finally arriving, you somehow felt cold to your bones.

Instead of wearing short sleeves and shorts, you started dressing in sweatshirts and pants.

Maybe I’m getting sick…?

Maybe it’s just the chills…?

You kept making excuses like that, but the coldness never seemed to go away.

It’s been happening for a couple weeks now, but you didn’t know what to do.

You didn’t know what this was.

Well, not until today.

Keep reading

Knock Before You Enter {Remus Lupin x Reader} *SMUT*

Oh God, this was so hot to write ;) I haven’t written smut in a while so here you go, lovelies! Hope you like it

Reader needed help from the Marauders, only to walk in on Remus.

Enjoy! @allertonn

Xx

History classes sucked and that was the truth. It wasn’t just the numerous wars and revolutions, in fact, they were quite interesting but the drawling, ghastly voice of Professor Binns made everyone sleepy and bored. This would often result to students waking up by the end of the class, only to find out there was a homework about the earlier discussion and you should consider yourself lucky if someone was even awake enough to listen.

As was the case of (Y/n).

And no, she was not awake that time.

She was half-asleep when the professor announced a group homework and her group mates were none other than the four, troublesome Gryffindors. To be quite honest, they were not as laid back as she thought they’d be. They would help one another when it comes to studies and rumour has it, they would even stay up all night to review. No one has confirmed this rumour, of course, but she was quite confident in their abilities since their high grades were enough evidence especially her long time crush, Remus Lupin.

She was on her way to their dorm, carrying with her her school books to get started on the homework, when Peter Pettigrew came running down the stairs.

“Pettigrew! Where are you going? We’re supposed to start on the homework, remember?” She said.

“Sorry, (L/n). James and Sirius has detention the whole day today.”

“What?” She frowned, “But the deadline’s tomorrow! I can’t do this by myself!”

“Yeah, sorry. I wish I can help you but…uh, Remus is upstairs. He can certainly help you out. Anyway, I gotta go. See you around!” Peter said before scurrying away quickly.

(Y/n) did not know why he was in such a hurry or what could be more important than their homework but her heart jumped at the mention of her crush’s name.

She wanted to get this homework over and done with. She had put too much faith on James and Sirius and now that they were in detention (no doubt another prank), she had to make do with what she have; not that she didn’t mind studying with Lupin. It was because she couldn’t focus on anything when she’s alone with him. It had happened before and she did not understand a single lesson.

She marched upstairs while mumbling furiously, planning out how she will done the two in and bury their bodies next to each other. She had not noticed their door slightly ajar and so when she opened it, her eyes saw the most unexpected scene that made her regret ever coming in. Remus Lupin was standing with his back turned to her, slowly pulling his shirt over his head. His back was littered with long, red scratches and scars but the arch of his spine made her blush, his shoulder blades made her heart pound, and the tiny dimples on his back made her wet.

(Y/n) was immediately frozen on the spot. She did not know if she should leave or shout at him for not locking his door. Either way, she had to decide quick because time was running out and Remus was already turning around.

His eyes fell on her immediately but he did not seem taken aback by her presence. Instead, he smirked and watched her eyes widen in surprise.

“Can I help you?” He asked casually.

It made her melt, her mouth hung slightly open and all the air from her lungs felt like they have been sucked out by a vacuum. She bit her lip to try and swallow her words but her heart was beating so loud that she became unaware of what came out of her mouth.

“I, uh, need some help with something,” she said with a smile which Remus interpreted as a positive response. He walked towards her and every step that he took, made her walk backwards nervously until she was pressed against the door, closing it with a soft thud. He reached towards her face and gently brushed the back of his finger on her cheek, trailing down to her chin to meet his eyes.

“And what is that?”

(Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before looking down at his lips. She was so tempted to know how they taste like, how they feel like. She wanted him badly but she decided to play along. Her awkward self was now long gone.

“Homework. I can’t do it by myself, you know.” She said with a smirk. She did not know where this sudden burst of confidence came from but it was leading her to get where she wanted to be.

“Well, good thing I’m here for you, aren’t I? None of my friends are here too so we have the room all to ourselves.” He said, twirling a piece of her hair before tucking it behind her ear.

“Don’t you think I should come by some other time?” She said, “You’re not fully dressed.”

Remus looked down at himself and chuckled, “I would be if you knocked on the door.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” She teased, making Remus growl and grab her face, kissing her lips passionately.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, her tongue trailing along his lips while he firmly kept his hands on her hips. Both of them have wanted this for so long but they never had the chance to know about how they felt towards each another since his friends were always teasing him. He did not ever want this moment to pass and so he moved his hands up and down on her body, feeling every inch of her skin, memorizing it in his mind. Hearing her moan softly was like music to him, knowing that he was making her feel good. He licked her neck and softly nibbled her ear before whispering.

“Do you want me?” He asked and although they haven’t gotten very far, he wanted her to assure him that she wanted him as much as he did. She slipped her fingers through his soft, brown hair and gave him his answer after a quick kiss on the lips.

“I do. I’ve always do.” She replied, making Remus smile excitedly like a little school boy who had just received his candy.

He carried her in both of his arms and laid her down on his bed before crouching towards her like a hungry wolf. She bit her lip and watched him hover above her, her eyes set on his. He leaned in and began to kiss her once more while she pulled him close with her legs. She felt his hard on press against her clothed heat, making him moan back. He continued to grind against her in a rhythm so pleasurable that made her sure her underwear was soaking wet by now. He pulled apart from her mouth and trailed kisses from her neck to her collarbone, lowering the top of her shirt to reveal more skin.

Watching him taste her and lick her was once a dream she would fantasize about at night while playing with herself but now that it was happening, she wanted more than just this. Remus stopped and pulled the top of her shirt once more, peaking down at her bra with a smirk.

“Take this off for me, darling, would you?” He asked in a polite yet lustful manner.

(Y/n) did not hesitate and sat up to remove her shirt, revealing to him her black laced bra with a tiny white bow between her breasts. She bit her lip and beckoned him with a finger.

“Remus…” She moaned, driving him mad.

He leaned in to her hungrily and cupped her breast in his hand, “ ‘This for me, darling?”

He fondled her and massaged her as she continued to moan his name in his ear. He pinched her nipple through her bra while she reached behind her back to unclasp it. Remus pulled it by the straps before tearing it from her body, throwing it on the other side of the room. She laid back down once more as he kissed her, his hands now reaching through her underwear to feel her wet womanhood. He pressed his thumb on her clit like a button, his other finger teasing her soaked entrance.

His lips went down to her breasts and closed around her nipple while he kept his fingers busy, rubbing up and down her slit. He pushed two fingers in and as she moaned, he began to move them, her wetness making it easier for him to slide in and out.

“A-ahh, Remus…”

“Feels good?” He asked but he did need to hear her answer.

The way she writhed at the mercy of his fingers was enough evidence. He continued fingering her until she was about to reach her climax, pulling it out before she could release. She glared at him for delaying her but he did not say anything. He tugged down her shorts and tossed it by the bed before removing her underwear that matched her bra. He placed it in his pocket and started to unbuckle his belt.

“You’ll have it back tomorrow.” He said. The thought of her going back to her room with no knickers under her clothes aroused him.

He pulled down his boxers next and (Y/n) licked her lips at the size of his impressive length. He was already hard and the tip was leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs in front of him, showing him how wet she was. Remus’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight, capturing it like a picture to wank himself to. He crawled back on top of her and held his cock before running the head up and down her soaking slit, teasing her.

“Remus, no…I-I want you,” she said, desperation in her voice.

He leaned in to her and kissed her softly before slowly easing himself inside, pushing his thick manhood in her wet cavern. Inch by inch, he filled her pleasurably, making her moan into his kiss. He pressed his forehead against her and pulled out gently before pushing back in one thrust.

“Oh, love…You are so tight. Feels so good for me, darling.”

He praised, his elbows planted on the mattress as he began to move in a slow, teasing rhythm. (Y/n) moaned at every hard and slow thrust he gave. Soon enough, he increased his speed with an even harder impact than before. Her walls clamped tightly around his length at every push and pull, his lips capturing hers.

His hands both gripped on the headboard as he roughened his thrusts, his nails scratching the wood. He was hitting her g-spot now and he was going fast and hard, making the headboard slam against the wall. He moaned at how wet she was becoming, whispering to her praises like how good she made him feel. He could tell she was close and so he carried her by her waist and sat up, allowing her to move up and down on his thick length.

“Oh my God, Lupin! I’m so close…”

“Go on, love. Come for me,” he encouraged, pressing his lips on her skin. He was getting close as well and with one last thrust and a hard slam of her bum on his thighs, the two finally reached their climax.

“A-Ahh!” Remus moaned as he started to cum inside her, thick spurts of his seed marking her walls as his. He groaned in immense pleasure while she soaked him with her juices, her head thrown back and her eyes closed. He kept his arms around her, her hands on his shoulders as his cock began to soften. He laid her back down and pulled out, his cum trickling down from her slit. (Y/n) smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Wow…That was splendid.”

Remus panted and smiled before cleaning her up. He laid back down by her side and tucked her in with his blanket, pulling her to his chest.

“So are we dating?” He tried to asked confidently but his fear of just being a one-night stand made him worry. He wanted to start a relationship with her and not just a physical relationship to help him let out his frustrations. He loved her deeply and if she did not want him, it would surely break his heart.

However, (Y/n) smiled and nodded, “Of course!”

Remus gave a breath of relief and returned the smile, “Hogsmeade on Saturday, then?”

“I’d love to, Remus.”

She kissed his lips softly before resting her head on his shoulder, falling asleep by his side.

Love can be a miracle, darling

Pairings: Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end

Word count: 2281

Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons

A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥ 

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for a way the others to mockery him.

But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that he was much more important than some stupid students.  

We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting part is.

Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.

“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”, Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.

“I just want to get something done. I don’t want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat down next to her.

“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising I would not each one of us continued her work.

“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast. Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight to the Great Hall.

There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the person messing with him.

“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t tell me you are still reading those lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me, making the research instead of us.

“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”

“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued to eat.

“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put it in her back.

We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead look.

“What are we doing tonight?”, although it seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells in out secret group, or so called D.A.

“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always (Y/n), how can you forget about it?”

“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.

After we finished our lunch we went to the lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working, Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their ‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able to catch us.

“What are you going to teach me today, Mr. Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted direction.

“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should spend less time with Hermione.”

“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be failing.”

“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.

“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required room. We followed his actions.

This time Harry showed us some others spells. I was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell that paralyzed me for a moment.

“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.

“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”, he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to block the spell.

No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came closer and gave Neville time for a rest.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything Harry was with me, not with her.

“I’m fine now.”

“If you wanted to train with me you could have just asked.”

Till the end of the lesson I was actually getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused, telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized I had forgotten my barrette.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.

The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes were filled with tears by now.

“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.

“(Y/n), I-”

“Don’t!”

I exited the room and ran in some direction not caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.

“Stop.”, he said softly.

“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to find my voice again and screamed at him.

“It’s not what it seems.”

“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”

“Of course I have, I still do.”

“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips, the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me like this.”

“I-I didn’t, I-”

“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”

But the boy was still looking at his feet ashamed.

“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.

“No, (Y/n), wait!”

“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me, Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no longer wanted around me.  

After minutes of walking I ended in the Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back! As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.

“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”

“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed. With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never thought I would hear from him.

“Don’t act as you care.”

“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”

Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be explained.

“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me closer for a hug.

“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes. You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”

Without thinking I leaned closer and connected our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not to read about but to feel it.

“I’ve never thought you could be showing such emotions.”

“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”, he smiled and leaned for another kiss.  

What It’s Really Like

Having an ED mean more than losing weight it’s constantly being too cold, too depressed, too tired, too stressed, too obsessed, too fat.
Having an ED means going days without realizing I haven’t eaten, because i’m too consumed with depression or anxiety.
Having an ED means that going out with friends is impossible; because food is always involved. 
Having an ED means that every time after seeing a person I wonder for hrs, if that person thinks that i’m fat. 
Having an ED means having impossibly high anxiety about eating in public. 
Having an ED means thinking about how many calories you have eaten today, rather than what homework is due. 
Having an ED means adding bottles of laxatives to your shopping cart, right next to the “safe foods” and ipecac syrup. 
Having an ED means worrying about calorie counts instead of bills and finances.  
Having an ED means forgetting the easy things, like how to do the simplest tasks. 
Having an ED means being too tired to get yourself ready in the morning. not bathing, not brushing your teeth, not brushing your hair. 
Having an ED means watching the hair on your head fall out, while hair grows all over your body as your body tries to keep you warm. 
Having an ED means that all of my clothes no longer fit, but im too scared to go clothes shopping so I make do with what I have. 
Having an ED means wearing baggy clothes to divert attention from the fact that your skin is becoming see through.
 Having an ED means easily getting injured. Having to decide if the pain is worth the frustration of answering all the questions. 
Having an ED means thousands of tried to get blood during any dr apt or trip to the ER. 
Having an ED is going to sleep at night hoping that you will lose weight while you sleep, and praying that you will wake up in the morning. 
Having an ED means spending hrs looking up the calories for the food you must consume to meet your nutritionist diet plan. 
Having an ED means not having the energy to go out with friends, go shopping, or even get up for work some days. 
Having an ED means concentrating in class is impossible. 
Having an ED means having that voice in the back of ur head saying being skinny is better than living at all. 

How to be productive

My tips may look weird, but when I’m following them, I’m able to deal with all my problems and stay healthy both physically and mentally. I’m ESTJ, btw.

My student life in a few words:

  • a way to university takes from 1h 30 min to 2 hours;
  • study from Monday to Saturday (6 days a week);
  • can’t choose subjects: study what is given;
  • spend about 6-7 hours at university: there is 10-minutes break every 1h 20 min;
  • have to move from one building to another which are situated in different parts of Moscow.

Some tips:

  1. Sleep no less than 7 hours and no more than 9. If you don’t follow this rule, you’ll suffer from headache, sleepiness, inability to stay focus for a long time and bad mood. It’s difficult for me to follow this rule, when I have to get up at 6 o’clock, but at least I try to do that.
  2. Pack all necessary things before going to sleep. It will guarantee that you won’t forget your completed homework at home. Also it’s a good idea to check weather forecast in advance and decide what to wear tomorrow.
  3. Don’t drink too much tea. Yes, it helps you to be more focused and calm, but if you drink huge amounts of tea, your body will lose some important elements like Mg, you’ll suffer from insomnia, your teeth will become yellow. Keep it in mind after drinking the 5th cup of tea.
  4. If you’re tired after classes, don’t revise anything. I’m not a lazy person, but after 4 classes I want to listen to silence and absorb all information I’ve got during a day. If I do revise my notes, after a several days I feel depressed because of a huge amount of information. Plus I don’t have opportunity to revise my notes during breaks and I think it’s better to eat something healthy or reduce stress by talking to your classmates.
  5. I have to memorize about 40 words per day and only have 4-5 hours before midnight to do all my homework. That’s way I prefer to use hand-writing. It helps me to write fast, memorize spelling and meaning of words.
  6. Don’t clean your working space/room instead of writing essays and meeting with deadlines. Yes, you’re doing right thing, but in wrong time.
  7. Version 1: you’re an extrovert. If you feel alone after a few hours of studying hard, use social networks to talk to your friends. Going out with friends will help you to avoid depression and burnout.
  8. Version 2: you’re an introvert. If you’re tired of communicating, just sit at home and do what you want. Forget about the idea that while you’re young you should hang out with friends every day and be active 24/7. It’s your life. If you need to be alone for some time, do it.
  9. IMPORTANT! If even after some rest you’re exhausted and tired, feel sad and depressed, go to the psychotherapist. It’s not cheap, but it can save your nervous system. My experience 1: in 10th grade I couldn’t concentrate, always cried without any reason and couldn’t communicate with other people. Even during the summer break I suffered from mood swings and was tired 24/7. It turned out to be depression. My experience 2: I couldn’t understand why I was afraid of talking to my professors and why I was so terribly shy during my classes. It was noticed by my classmates and professors, but I couldn’t explain why I was behaving like that. The reason was my relationships with my mother who has been manipulating me since my childhood. It killed all my nervous system and self-esteem. Please, don’t be ashamed of your psychological problems.
What Am I To You? (Jungkook Smut)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut
Length: Very Long

*Warning- Extreme Sexual Content*

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Thanks @cata-clysmic for the request <3


Summary- You’ve been friends with Taehyung since you were 7, and you were disappointed when he told you that he was moving to Seoul to become a trainee at BigHit Entertainment. A few years later and you get a call from your childhood friend, and when you come to meet him, you’re surprised when he is living with six other people. You become friends with all of them, but your friendship with Taehyung only grows stronger. This causes a problem that you didn’t expect. Jealousy.

(It may take a second for Jungkook to come into the story because I had to give back story and such for you and Taehyung but I’ll try to speed through it)


“I’m moving to Seoul.”

You could say you were upset. You could say you were sad. But you didn’t know what to say. You could only stare wide eyed at your friend. Your friend that you’ve known for years. Almost eight years to be exact.

“Y-You’re m-moving?” You could only repeat what he said. Your mind wasn’t able to force your mouth to speak other than those two words. Taehyung nodded, his black bangs swaying. “I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?” He could tell that you were starting to get upset, and he avoided your eyes. He swayed back and forth on the swing set you two were on, his legs bending and unbending.

“I just…I couldn’t find a way to say anything. Every time I see you, I can’t find the words…”  His words came out as mumbles and you could see that he was tearing up.

Taehyung has always been a sensitive person, and you knew that not only was this hard on you, but this was very hard for him. You reached over, your hand grabbing his thigh. He looked back up at you, a tear slowly falling down his cheek.

“I’m not mad.” You lied. Of course you were mad, but you couldn’t tell him that. That would hurt him more. “I just wish I knew a lot earlier.” That was the truth. Taehyung nodded, quickly wiping the tears from his eyes, a small smile growing on his face.

“Remember that audition I did last month?” You tilted your head in confused by the question. “Yeah. Why?” He rolled his eyes at how oblivious you are. “That’s why I’m moving. I’m going to become a trainee so I can hopefully become an idol.” He couldn’t hide his excitement as he explained and it all caught up to you.

Taehyung is an amazing singer, and you should’ve known after he went to the audition that of course he would be chosen. You smiled wide, the feelings you had earlier getting replaced by happiness for Taehyung’s accomplishments. “That’s amazing!” You grabbed his hands and squeezed them tight. His smile widened to his familiar box smile, which was your favorite smile of his.

“I’m proud of you, TaeTae.” You called him his nickname and he hummed, nodding. “Will you come with me to the transport station?” You immediately nodded at his question. There was no way in hell that you were going to miss seeing him leave.

He smiled, quickly standing from the swing to wrap his arms around you and lift you up. You squealed, slapping his arm to let you go. “Yah, don’t hit me, I’m older than you.” He hissed playfully.

He always says that when you hit him and you scoffed, raising your arm again and he flinched, flashing you his box smile. “You may be four years older but I’ll still hit you.” You warned. He scowled. “No respect for your elders…” You huffed, nudging him and he chuckled, his arm coming around and resting on your shoulders.

It is true that Taehyung is four years older, but he didn’t care and neither did you. You both have similar interests and no one in the neighborhood was better than you two. Though, things were tough with him being in high school and you still being in middle school. But you chose not to dwell on it.

“Let’s go, it’s getting dark.” Taehyung’s words cut you from your train of thought and you nodded, walking with him towards your neighborhood.


Today felt like the longest day of your life. There was no school so you ended up sitting in your room for hours, waiting to get the text from Taehyung that he was outside. 

When he did finally text you, you sprinted from your room and out of your house, seeing him outside with a few bags around him. You tried to smile but you couldn’t. No matter how happy you were to see him, you knew today was going to be your last for a while.

Getting to the transport station only took half an hour since you live relatively close, but it didn’t stop the walk there from being dead silent. You felt as if there was so much to say, but it didn’t feel right. Talking would only make this more difficult.

“How long will you be gone?” You looked up at Taehyung, his expression calm but his eyes showed the sadness he felt. “I really don’t know, (Y/N).” He instantly wrapped his arms around you, your face being buried into his chest. “But I’ll call you every day. I promise.” You felt tears start to develop and you held him close, your shoulders shaking as you cried.

Taehyung rubbed your back, shushing you calmly. You were surprised that he wasn’t crying either, but you knew that if he did cry, he’d never leave. “I’ll try to visit whenever I can.”

Those words gave you hope, knowing that you’d see him again soon. You slowly let him go, his hand holding on tight to yours. You watched as his transport came up, Seoul, Korea flashing in red on top of it.

He looked at you, almost as if he was asking permission and you nodded. His hand slowly let go of yours and he grabbed the rest of his bags, his eyes never leaving yours before turning as he climbed onto the subway.

You looked through the window as he walked to his seat, setting all his things down before sitting down next to the window. He looked back at you, meeting your eyes and he flashed you his familiar box smile before the subway started to move, and he disappeared down the trail.

That was the last time you’d see that smile for a while.

Taehyung kept his promise, calling you every day and he visited twice every four months. But soon, calls every day turned to calls once a week. And instead of visiting twice every four months, he’d visit once every ten months.

Then…it was like he never existed. You never got any calls, and he didn’t visit anymore. It was like he was completely gone from your life, and you were gone from his.


You hate high school. Not because of the classes, but because of the people. All they did was annoy you, and it drove you insane. So when you finally graduated and were offered to transfer to an all girls university in Seoul instead of the university in your city, you took the offer as soon as it was given.

“You work one on one with a teacher, and it’s an ‘At-Your-Own-Pace study. Your grades are phenomenal, so I’ve decided to apply you.” You jumped excitedly, hugging the head of your school board. “Thank you so much!” You grabbed your bag, taking the folder of info before running out of the office.

Your parents seemed to have been more excited than you were, and you smiled wide at the mention of a large family dinner. Everything felt perfect, and when you finally stood in front of the university, your bags in your hands, you knew you made the right choice.

You got to work one on one with a teacher, and you were able to work at your own pace, so you spent most of your time in your single dorm, studying or listening to music. 

You quickly adapted to being at the university, and after a month, you had many friends, and the teachers were impressed by your work. You were living the dream.

You sat on your bed, doing research on your computer so you could quickly finish a research paper. You were reading about women in history, which wasn’t your favorite topic but it was something quite fascinating to learn. You were reading an article when you heard your phone buzzing.

You told everyone you knew that you’d be busy for a few hours so you could concentrate on your research, so you stared at your phone, confused that someone would be calling you. You picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID.

Unknown.

You sighed. You knew it was going to be one of those numbers asking about your credit card, which you didn’t have. Ever since you turned eighteen, it seemed that every scam artist had your number and was waiting to get your information so they can leave you bankrupt.

You contemplated on whether to answer the phone or not. Naturally you wouldn’t, especially if you’re doing homework. But something about this phone call didn’t feel right, and the thought of not answering it made you feel uneasy.

Your finger hovered over the answer button before pressing it, your phone flying to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Oh good, your number didn’t change.”

You heard a deep voice respond and you furrowed your eyebrows. They seem to know you, but you have no idea who this man is.

“Who is this?” You heard the man on the other line scoff. “I can’t believe you don’t remember your childhood friend. Did you get a new phone? Aish, even then you should remember what my voice sounds like.” He complained to himself.

Your mouth shut tight, your hand shaking slightly as you held your phone to your ear. There was no way it could be him. After years of not hearing from him or seeing his face, he was suddenly calling you after a month of living in Seoul.

Unbelievable.

But you couldn’t help but say his name, just to assure yourself.

“Taehyung?” You felt your words only come out as a whisper and you were worried that he didn’t hear you but you were almost excited that he responded back. “Yes?” You couldn’t help the scoff that left you. “Are you really Kim Taehyung?” You asked.

“Are you really asking me that? Shouldn’t you know who you’re talking to? It’s been seven years and you still have no respect for your elders.” He argued, and you couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across your face.

“Kim Taehyung! I can’t believe it’s you!” You screamed into the phone. You got up from your bed, jumping happily in excitement. “I feel like I haven’t heard from you in years…oh that’s right. Because I haven’t.”

Taehyung sighed, his voice almost soothing to your ears. “I know, and I’m sorry. Training has been a struggle, so I haven’t really been able to keep in touch with anyone.”

You understood him, even if you didn’t particularly like that he had cut contact with you, you knew that it wasn’t on purpose. “I’m not mad.” Taehyung exhaled in relieve at your words. “Good.”

You two didn’t say anything after that, finding comfort in the silence at knowing you two were still there. The silence only lasted a minute though, when Taehyung asked you a question.

“(Y/N), where are you? Can we meet?” You looked around your room in surprise as if he was going to magically appear behind your door. “I’m-I’m in Seoul! I go to an all girls university here.” You walked to your closet, grabbing a small coat.

“Oh really? That’s amazing! We’re in the same city now. We should meet up somewhere. What’s close to you?” He asked and you thought to yourself, trying to think of a place that would be good to meet up. “Um…the only place I can think of is this bakery/cafe that’s ten minutes from the university. It’s called Kyo Bakery.”

“Perfect. See you there!” Taehyung quickly hung up, leaving you slightly disappointed that he didn’t stay on the phone with you, but you were more excited that you’d actually be seeing him. Face to face. After seven years.

You put on your sneakers and quickly walked out your dorm, looking around as girls moved past you to either go to their dorm or go to their lesson. You moved past them, making your way past the gate and out into the open city of Seoul.

The walk didn’t take long at all, an exact ten minute walk from the university and you were glad that you didn’t choose someplace farther. You walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh pastries and the faint smell of coffee invading your nose and you hummed at the delicious scent.

You walked up to the short line that went to the counter and you gazed at the menu, looking at what you wanted. The line went by pretty quick and before you knew it, you were up to the counter, looking at the woman as she stood smiling.

 “What would you like?” She asked, looking at the screen in front of her before looking back at you. “Hm…I’ll get a caramel macchiato and…a raspberry muffin.” You ordered what you usually get, which didn’t surprise the woman at the counter. She nodded, tapping at the screen as she put in your order.

“Okay…that will be 12000 won.” She said, looking up and her eyes widened as she stared behind you. You looked at her, noticing her gaze and you suddenly felt someone press behind you as they reached over and handed her their card. “I’m paying for it. Add a hot chocolate and an egg bread to the order, please.”

You heard a familiar deep voice and you froze as the woman nodded, adding his order to yours and took his card from his hand, swiping it before handing it back to him along with his receipt.

“Thank you.” He said politely before moving so he was standing next to you and you looked to see Taehyung. With that all too familiar box smile. “(Y/N)…I’ve missed you.” He murmured before grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to a booth in the back of the bakery.

You both sat, and for a minute or two you two just stared at each other, completely speechless. “I can’t believe you’re really here…and your hair.” You weren’t able to notice until now that his hair was now long and ash blonde, the light color being a huge contrast from when you last saw him and his natural black hair.

“I know…it’s been dyed quite a few times but this is the first time for my hair to be so long.” He touched the ends of it, his bangs almost covering his eyes. His eyes snapped back to you and he smirked. “You haven’t changed at all.” He teased and you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yes I have. I’m tall, my hair is long now, and I don’t look like a little boy anymore.” You whined. 

Taehyung analyzing you slowly. “You’re right, your hair is longer. But you’re still short. And for the whole ‘little boy’ topic, that’s only because you finally have boobs.” You gawked at him, surprised by his words.

“That’s not the only reason!” You exclaimed, but he ignored you, chuckling at you before averting his eyes to the woman from behind the counter, who handed you your orders. “Here you go.” She said, placing them on the table. “Thank you.” You and Taehyung both said at the same time.

You looked at each other in amusement and the woman smiled, looking at Taehyung. “You’re V from BTS?” She asked and Taehyung looked at her, hesitating before nodding.

“My daughter is a fan, is it okay if I get an autograph?” Taehyung nodded, smiling softly and he took the pen and paper from the woman politely and signed it before handing it back to her and bowing. “Thank you for supporting BTS.” He said before watching her walk away.

“V? You’re famous now?” You asked, taking a sip of your macchiato. Taehyung looked at you as if you grew another head. “Do you not listen to music? Or watch the news? Or go on social media?” He asked. You shook your head. “I am too busy with my studies for social media, but I do listen to music.” You confessed.

“What do you listen to?” He asked, a little bewildered by your answers. “I listen to a lot of Western artist. I like the music they make in America.” You took a piece of your muffin and popped it into your mouth. Taehyung sighed, slumping in his chair. “You’re just like Jungkook.” He mumbled.

“You raised an eyebrow. “Jungkook? Is that one of your band members?” You asked and Taehyung nodded. “Do you know nothing about me?” His voice coming out slightly hurt.

“I mean, I haven’t seen you in years. I just assumed that you moved on with life without me.” Taehyung was quick to grab your hand. “I would never.” He assured you, a playful smile on his face and you giggled, smacking his wrist lightly.

“Well then, V, tell me about what you’ve been up to. Who are these members that you’re with?” You sipped from your cup again, looking up at him. He took a bite of his egg bread, looking from the pastry to meet your eyes. “Why don’t I just introduce you to them?” He suggested and you quickly shook your head.

“No no no, Taehyung you don’t need to do that.” You set your cup down, waving your hands in refusal. “You know I don’t do well around new people…I’m all awkward and stuff.” You mumbled. Taehyung laughed out loud at that, causing you to glare at him. “You’re awkward no matter what.” He teased before grabbing your hand.

“Come on, come with me to the dorm.” He got up from his chair. He grabbed his egg bread with his other hand and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Taehyung loves his bread. “Okay, okay. But only because I know I don’t have a choice.” Taehyung smiled, pulling you close. “I’m glad that you still remember me so well.”


The walk to the dorm was the hardest you’ve ever had to deal with. When Taehyung said that you’d have to avoid fans and cameras, you didn’t think it would be like this. It seemed that fans visited the large dorm frequently, gifts ranging in sizes from small to gigantic being stacked in front and next to the door.

“Follow me.” Taehyung pulled you down an alleyway before quickly pulling you in through the back entrance that was hidden by tall trees. “This is how all the members get in, or else we’ll be mobbed by fans.” He opened the door and pulling you into the dorm house. You entered in, seeing a laundry room and racks of clothes.

“Sorry for the mess. It’s seven of us living here so…” He apologized but you quickly shook your head. “It’s fine. My dorm is for one person so it’s super small, it’s nice to be somewhere that’s bigger.” You looked at Taehyung’s relieved expression. You were entertained to see that seven years later, he still felt sensitive to other’s opinions.

“It’s Taehyung! I brought a friend with me.” Taehyung looked around as he held onto your hand still, pulling you around. You followed him like a lost puppy, sticking to him like glue.

As you two entered what you saw to be a large kitchen, you saw six other men sitting around a table eating kimchi ramyeon. They all immediately looked at you, all of their eyes widening.

“Taehyung…why is there a girl here?” One of them asked, his eyes wavering from you to Taehyung quickly. “She’s my friend. I’ve known her since I was little and we just met up cause she lives in Seoul now. She didn’t know that I would actually become an idol. She didn’t even know BTS existed until now.” All the members looked at you, their eyebrows raising almost in sync except for one, who stared directly at you as if you were God coming down to Earth.

“She doesn’t know who BTS is?” One of them questioned and you were the one to shake your head. “Never heard of you.” They all looked at each other, some showing sighs of relieve and some of surprise except for the one, who was still gazing at you.

“I suggested that she meet all of you, since she was curious about who I currently live and share a bathroom with.” He let go of you and moved so he was sitting beside one of them. He grabbed a bowl of rice, taking a spoon and shoving a bunch into his mouth, causing his cheeks to swell up like a chipmunk.

“Well, I guess we can just introduce ourselves since you have no idea who we are.” Another member said, a wide smile on his face causing his big cheekbones to raise.

“I’m Jin. I’m the oldest and most handsome member.” Jin smiled at you. You tilted your head curiously, not expecting him to be so straightforward and the member next to him glared at him. “Hyung…” He mumbled, shaking his head in embarrassment. He then looked at you, raising his hand and waving once.

“I’m Min Yoongi, but you can just call me Yoongi. But my stage name is Suga.” He explained. “He also talks a lot.” The same member who was smiling earlier at you teased and Yoongi looked at him, his eyes shooting lasers.

“I’m Jung Hoseok, but just call me J-Hope cause I’m your hope. You’re angel! I’m J-Hope.” He laughed out loud and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm.

The other members buried their face in their hands, slightly embarrassed. The member next to J-Hope raised his hand up slowly, looking at you shyly. “I’m Jimin.” He said simply, his smile making his cheeks raise and his eyes form into lines. He was so cute you couldn’t help the blush from forming on your cheeks.

“I’m Namjoon, I am the leader of BTS.” Namjoon introduce himself next, his soothing voice and friendly smile gave you comfort. You then looked at the man who was staring at you earlier and his mouth opened only to close again. He looked down, avoided your gaze. “I’m…Jungkook.” He murmured and it was almost hard for you to hear but you managed.

“Well um…my name is (Y/N) and I’m Taehyung’s childhood friend. You don’t have to worry about anything, I care about Taehyung more than the world so I won’t do anything to hurt him, or any of you. I’m hoping we can become close friends as well so…please take care of me.” You squeaked, bowing to all of them.

They all smiled at you, adoring you. “She’s so cute. Where did you find her, Tae?” J-Hope nudged Taehyung, his mouth full of ramyeon as he looked up at you. “Are you hungry? Sit down and eat.” Jin motioned for you to join him and he held out a bowl of rice, which you took politely.

“I haven’t eaten all day…Thank you.” You murmured and Jin smacked Taehyung’s back. “Yah! You’re gonna let a girl starve? Aish, you’ll never get a girlfriend.” Jin exclaimed, an annoyed expression on his face.

Taehyung gazed up at you apologetically and you simply giggled, ruffling his hair. “I’m fine. Taehyung paid for my order at the bakery we met up at, so he isn’t all that bad.” You teased an Taehyung narrowed his eyes at you, a pout on his lips. 

You sat next to him, sitting close so you could lean against him. Even though you just met Taehyung’s members, you were still nervous, so you couldn’t help but cling to him.

As you took a bite of your ramyeon, you looked up to see Jungkook staring at you, his stare shifting between you and Taehyung before he looked away, his attention now at J-Hope as he spoke about their upcoming comeback.

“You haven’t seen our new comeback teaser, have you?” Namjoon spoke and you noticed that you were still staring at Jungkook. You quickly looked away before his eyes could snap back to yours and looked at Namjoon. “No, I haven’t.” You answered back and Namjoon was quick to take out his phone and search for it before handing it to the members to pass over to you.

You took Namjoon’s phone, the video’s thumbnail being Jimin. You looked at all of them to see them staring straight at you and you looked back down at the phone, pressing the video.

You were first surprised by the quality, but with it being 2017, the high quality wasn’t that much of a surprise. You saw Jimin in the video and once you heard his voice, your mouth was gaping open. His voice is so beautiful. You never thought you would hear such an angelic voice.

And the video gave off such a boyfriend aesthetic, you almost fell in love with Jimin as you watched it. You were so engulfed with Jimin’s voice, you didn’t notice that the video ended and you quickly replayed it, watching the video again. it wasn’t until you heard J-Hope and Jin laughing loud that you looked up, seeing all the members smiling at you, including Jimin who was blushing shyly.

“I’m guessing that you like it?” Taehyung teased and you quickly buried your face in his neck, embarrassed. “Jimin, I think she likes you.” You heard Taehyung say and you quickly pulled away from his neck, slapping his arm. “I-I don’t! I’m just…he’s really handsome and he has a beautiful voice is all.” You mumbled, your cheeks burning red. You looked up at Jimin who was smiling at you.

“It’s okay.” Jimin’s quick words somehow calmed you down and you nodded, returning a small smile. You heard a slam and you turned your head to see Jungkook looking at you, his eyes narrowed before he looked at the other members, his expression unreadable.

“I’m going to go take a shower…we have an interview tomorrow and I want to sleep early.” He mumbled, getting up and walking off down one of the hallways. You watched as he left before looking at the other members. They all shared your same expression of confusion. “What’s his problem?” Jin grumbled, his eyes flashing annoyance.

“I don’t know…Jungkook rarely gets angry.” Yoongi shrugged, getting up as well. “Hyung, I’ll help you clean. Jungkook’s right, we need to get ready for bed, we have that interview tomorrow and we won’t be in our right minds if we stay up too late.” He patted Jin’s back and Jin sighed, nodding. 

“Alright. Well (Y/N), it was nice to meet you, but we gotta get ready for tomorrow. Hopefully we can see you this weekend? We’re going to Han River just to walk and enjoy outside.” Namjoon looked at you, his kind smile bringing you comfort. “Yeah, of course!” You smiled back at him and he nodded.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home.” Taehyung grabbed your hand as he got up. You nodded, quickly saying goodbye to the members before following Taehyung out the dorm.

The whole walk home and the days following after, all you could think of was Jungkook. Why was he so upset?


It’s only been three months, but it felt like years when you’re with BTS. Your bond with them was so strong, and you felt like you knew so much about all of them. You and Taehyung were inseparable, and whenever he wasn’t doing promotions for their new comeback or on tour, he was with you, and you were with BTS.

Even you and Jungkook started to become friends, but only when Taehyung wasn’t around. Whenever he was it was like he suddenly became distant, and angry. It confused you but Jin would just tell you not to think about it, and that sometimes Jungkook can be a little bipolar.

But it didn’t seem like that to you. How could Jungkook be so nice to you when you’re alone but once Taehyung was there, he was like a different person. It didn’t make sense to you and you wished that you weren’t so oblivious so you could figure it out.

“What are you thinking about?” Taehyung asked, squeezing your hand as you stood next to him. You always held his hand when you felt nervous, and you didn’t realize that you were holding his hand until he said something. “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head, looking up at him but he only raised an eyebrow. “You’re a bad liar.” He turned towards you, running his fingers through your hair and you slowly calmed down. “I’m just…thinking about Jungkook.” You admitted and he sighed, his mouth forming into a line.

“You should talk to him if it’s bothering you so much, (Y/N).” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so oblivious. If his behavior bothers you, just talk to him.” He pulled away, pointing to him. You looked in Jungkook’s direction, seeing him talking to Jimin in the kitchen. His eyes shifted to you and you quickly looked away.

“I’m…nervous.” You mumbled, moving so you were burying your face in Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung grabbed your shoulders, pushing you back slowly. “You can’t spend your entire life being nervous to talk to people.”

“Says the one who performs for a living.” You argued and he scowled, ruffling your hair. “Shut up…go talk to him.” He flicked your forehead and you winced, your hand flying to where it hurt and rubbing it soothingly.

You looked back up to see Taehyung on the other side of the room, talking to Namjoon and you sighed, turning your head to see Jungkook staring at you. He tilted his head slightly, motioning for you to follow him before walking down the hall. You hesitated, looking around to see no one paying attention and you quickly walked down the hall, following Jungkook in his steps.

He walked upstairs and you followed close behind, staring at his back as he walked into one of the rooms. You glanced inside to see a large room divided in half, one half with two beds and the other half with one. You walked inside and Jungkook stayed behind, closing the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

“I’m guessing one of these is yours?” You asked, standing in the middle awkwardly. Your hands played with the material of your sweater, clenching around the ends. He said nothing, his eyes burning into yours.

“Um…Jungkook…I’ve been meaning to ask you-”

“Why am I to you?” Jungkook interrupted you mid sentence and you stared at him blankly, unable to think of a response. “W-What?” He rolled his eyes, his arms crossing over his chest. “What am I to you? A friend? Taehyung’s friend? What? Do you even like me?”

Jungkook’s never ending questions left you flabbergasted and you couldn’t find the words to answer his questions. Jungkook started to get more frustrated and his jaw clenched. “I wish you would say something.”

“What can I say? I…I don’t know how to respond.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Just tell me the truth. Do you have feelings for Taehyung?” Jungkook held his gaze, his eyes wary.

“What? No!” You started but Jungkook only got angrier. “Don’t lie to me!” He yelled, which took you by surprise and you flinched back slightly. “I..I don’t.” You mumbled.

Jungkook’s tongue pressed against his cheek in annoyance and he started pacing his room. “(Y/N)…what am I to you?” He asked. “Why do you keep asking me th-”

“Because I need to know! Because I think I’m in love with you. No. I know I’m in love with you and it would hurt me if you’ve been leading me on all this time.” Jungkook got closer to you, his hands grabbing your shoulders to keep you in place as he leaned closer to you.

“What am I to you, (Y/N)?” Jungkook asked once more. Your heart felt like it was beating a hundred times a minute. “Jungkook…”

Everything felt like it was moving too fast. You didn’t know what to say to Jungkook’s question, and he scowled at your lack of an answer and grabbed your face, pulling you closer to him as he pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, but they were soft and you couldn’t help but melt under his touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his arms tightening around you.

You froze when he pulled away, his eyes were dark and clouded. “You’re mine. You hear me?” His voice was demanding, but strangely you didn’t mind it. You quickly nodded and a smirk played at his lips before he leaned in again, his lips dominating over you.

Your knees felt weak and you slowly wrapped your arms around Jungkook’s neck. He suddenly growled against your lips and you were pushed against the wall hard, your hands being pinned above your head by his hands. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He snarled and you nodded quickly.

What’s happening to me?

Naturally, you’re never like this. But there was something about Jungkook, that made you become a different person around him. It was like you liked to be controlled, but only if it were him.

Your thoughts were clouded when he pressed his lips hungrily against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth and you instinctively moaned. Jungkook let go of your hands but you kept them raised above your head, not wanting to make him upset.

His hands trailed down your sides before going under your sweater, his warm hands leaving hot trails up your body as he lifted your sweater off of you, exposing your white bra.

He pulled away from your lips, looking at your body and you suddenly felt self-conscious. “So pure…yet you’re such a bad girl.” He leaned in quickly, attacking your neck and chest with kisses and leaving marks behind, sucking hard on your skin to leave dark red bruises that you knew would turn horrible shades of blue and purple that would last for days.

He pulled away, leaving you breathing hard and half naked. He backed up until he was a few feet from you. “Take it off.” He narrowed his eyes at you and you stared at him blankly. “Wh-what?” You asked and he rolled his eyes. “Take off your clothes. All of it.” He looked you up and down.

You looked down at your body, your hands hesitantly going behind you to unclasp your bra and it slowly fell to reveal your breasts. You looked up at Jungkook to see him staring at your breasts, his tongue poking out to lick at his lips. “You’re so beautiful.”

You don’t know why, but hearing Jungkook say that made your heart jump, and you were quick to take off your pants and underwear just so he could compliment you again. You wanted more. You wanted him to praise you.

“Come here, baby girl.” He called for you, his voice soothing and calm and you sauntered over to him, his arms wrapping around you. You got on your tip toes as he kissed you again, this time his kisses were soft and gentle, as if he were taking his time.

His hand went down to grab your ass. His hand was rough and you squeaked as he kissed you when his hand quickly smacked your ass, the stinging pain lingering. You felt his hand come down under your ass to start rubbing your folds, making your knees buckle as a surprised squeal left you. He held you up with his other arm, his arm wrapping tight around your waist as he held you against him, rubbing you faster with his fingers and his kisses swallowed your moans.

He pulled away making you gasped. You buried your face in his neck. “Stay quiet. The members are still here.” He warned. You nodded, your mouth now on his neck to quiet your moans. “Leave a hickey, and I’ll make sure you won’t walk tomorrow.” His words didn’t fear you, and instead it only made you more worked up, your legs trembling as his fingers found their way inside you.

“God, you’re so wet…are you wet for me, baby girl?” You shivered at his voice in your ear and you nodded. You felt him press himself harder against you and you felt something hard press against your waist. “See how hard you make me?” He breathed and you had to bury your face in his neck to muffle another moan, his fingers moving inside you while his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

You suddenly felt empty when his fingers came out of you. “You’re not cumming till I tell you to. Now get on your knees and suck my cock.” He growled and you instantly fell to your knees, watching as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled down his pants and boxers, quickly taking them off.

He’s big.

Bigger than you thought, and you looked up at him, his pupils blown up to full size. “I’ve…”I’ve never…done this before.” You murmured. You looked down, feeling like you disappointed him but you snapped your head back up when you heard his voice.

“I’ll take care of you.” He said it so softly that you knew he wasn’t lying. His eyes were burning into yours as his fingers traced your lips before his index finger pulled down at your bottom lip. “Open your mouth baby.” He cooed. You obliged, opening your mouth big enough for him to slowly push himself in, the taste of pre-cum on your tongue.

“Now suck on me.” He directed you and you followed along, sucking as he moved in and out, his cheeks becoming slightly red as he groaned softly. His noises were quiet enough for only you to hear, and it turned you on tremendously.

“Fuck…that feels good.” He started to move a little faster and you looked up at him, his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Relax your throat and don’t try to breathe till I’m done…I don’t want you to choke.” He ordered quickly and you quickly did so, already having a feeling as to what he was going to do and you were correct when he started to buck his hips, fucking your mouth.

His quiet groans started to become slightly louder as his hands grabbed onto your hair, his muscles tightening as he breathed heavy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…” He repeated before pulling away, a trail of saliva following as you breathed heavily.

He smiled down at you, his thumb coming down to wipe the spit trail from your lip. “That was amazing, baby girl. I almost came.”

The praise.

You smiled up at him, feeling like you accomplished the most. “Does my baby girl want an award?” He raised an eyebrow and you nodded quickly. “Get on the bed.”

You stood up and quickly walked over to the bed, sitting on it and facing him. Jungkook walked over to you, his hand coming down to push you slowly onto your back. “Move back till you’re at the headboard.” You followed what he said, quickly moving so your head was laying on one of the pillows.

Jungkook took off his shirt, his toned chest and abs making your mouth water. He crawled over to you, his face stopping between your legs. “Spread your legs wider for me.” He pressed a kiss against your clit and you hummed, spreading your legs wider.

His hands came down to hold your waist down as he immediately started to lick between your folders, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking, making your back arch. You grabbed one of the pillows, putting one of the corners into your mouth and you bit down on the material to keep you from moaning loud throughout the dorm.

Jungkook pleasured you, his tongue doing wonders and your toes curled and your hand flew to his hair, clenching his chocolate brown locks in your hand. You started breathing heavy, a heated feeling building in your stomach.

“That…That feels so good.” You moaned and that only encouraged Jungkook to pleasure you more, making your legs shake as that heated pressure built up even more.

“Do you want Daddy to let you cum?” He asked against you, his tongue going back to your clit and flicking against it, causing your body to jolt. “Y-Yes D-daddy…”

Jungkook hummed at that, loving the sound of you moaning for him and he put all his attention on your clit, his tongue swirling around it and your legs started to shake again, the pressure building before you gritted your teeth, ecstasy washing over you as you came.

Jungkook watched, getting more turned on by how sexy you look when you cum. “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Get on top of me and ride this dick.” He groaned, laying down on the bed. He reached over, going into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. He tore it open with his mouth and quickly rolled it onto his dick before looking at you.

You took that as a signal to climb onto his lap. “Is this your first time?” He asked. You hesitated before nodding. He smiled, his hands massaging your hips. “I’ll be gentle on you at first, but I won’t be able to control myself later.” You blushed, nodding before moving so he was placed at your entrance.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, his dick filling you and you hissed slightly in pain. “Try and take it all, baby…” He groaned, the feeling of you tight around him making his hands grip your hips tighter. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moaned, his eyes closing. You sat still, waiting for the pain to become more tolerable before nodding quickly.

“I’m ready.” You looked at him and he bit his lip. “Move your hips, baby.” You put your hands on his chest as you started to move your hips, his dick moving slowly inside of you.

You hung your head down, your eyes closing as you concentrated on not making any noise. “Oh..God..” You moaned quietly, and Jungkook groaned, his nails digging slightly into your skin.

You continued this, grinding your pussy against him as his dick moved inside of you and you looked back at him, the pain being replaced by pleasure. “Jungkook…please fuck me.” Jungkook opened his eyes, looking all over your body.

“Kiss me.” He said simply and you leaned forwards, his hands moving down to your ass. He lifted you up so your ass was in the air before bending his knees and thrusting up into you, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing throughout the room.

He was thrusting deep and hard inside you, the feeling of him pounding up into you making that familiar pressure built again. His lips were on yours, his mouth swallowing your moans as his tongue slid against yours.

He moaned into your mouth, his hands letting go of your ass and he pushed himself deep inside you as he rolled over, putting you under him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and he started to drill into you, his cock pushing deep and hard, hitting your spot over and over and your eyebrows furrowed, the pressure was now over the top and your legs started to shake again.

“Fuck…I’m gonna cum..” You moaned, burying your face in Jungkook’s neck and he groaned, pounding into you harder and faster. “Cum for me, baby girl.” His thrust started to become sloppy as he was also close to releasing.

You came, your mouth on his neck as you bit and sucked, unknowingly leaving dark hickeys in your place. The pain mixed with the pleasure of you coming on his dick made him also release, his cum spilling into the condom as he rode out his orgasm.

He pulled out of you, the room being filled with heavy breathing from the both of you. “That…was amazing.” You panted, looking at Jungkook. He smirked. “Thanks.” He chuckled.

He sat up, grabbing his shirt from the floor. “Get dressed, we’ve been gone for a while.” You nodded, getting up from the bed and quickly put on your clothes.

After the both of you got dressed, you turned towards Jungkook. “So…are we…together?” Jungkook looked at you, amusement in his eyes. “I sure as hell hope so, or else we fucked for nothing.”

He chuckled as you blushed, looking down. You felt his arms wrap around your waist and you looked up, his eyes looking down at you lovingly. He quickly pressed a kiss against your lips, making you hum in satisfaction. “Come on, let’s go.”


A few hours passed and soon you had to go home. Taehyung walked with you, the moon illuminating the trees as you made your way towards your dorm.

“So…did you and Jungkook have sex?” Taehyung asked. You almost tripped on your way up the stairs and Taehyung grabbed your arm, holding you up. “I-um..” You started but Taehyung shook his head.

“I already know. You have hickeys all over your neck.” He teased, pulling the collar of your sweater down to expose the dark purple marks all over.

You smacked his hand away, quickly opening your dorm room door. “Shut up Taehyung, good night!” You yelled, slamming your door shut behind you. You heard him chuckle before his footsteps slowly becoming silent as he left. You sighed, sitting on your bed before laying down against it, your arms spreading out.

You were about to close your eyes before you heard your phone’s text tone. You looked at your lock screen, your heart beating hard when you saw it was a text from Jungkook.

You opened it up, your eyes opening wide and your stomach twisting into knots when you saw his text along with a photo.

I warned you not to leave any marks, baby girl. You left a lot. Now I have to make sure you won’t be able to walk after tomorrow night. Hyungs will be gone. Be in my room at exactly midnight tomorrow…or you’ll regret it~

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Author’s Note!

I’m sorry if there are typos, it’s late at night and I’m extremely tired so I’ll fix all the typos as soon as I wake up in the morning tomorrow :)

Update: I fixed the typos and even edited some stuff, so if there are still some grammar issues, just know that English is not my first language so I (somehow like idk why I’m like this) still struggle with simple phrases. >_<

HOLY JESUS FUCKING CHRIST I DID NOT THINK I’D LIVE THROUGH THIS TO BE FUCKING HONEST.

let me calm down…

I hope you guys enjoy it :) I honestly worked really hard to make sure it was good, but I know it was kinda hectic in the beginning. Just bare with me, okay :’)

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LEAVE MORE REQUEST IN MY INBOX!
my classes end early on Thursday’s so i can do like a ~Request Thursdays~ where I post one of your request every Thursday night :)

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “Can you write me a smutty story where Drarry is sleeping and they’re spooning and Harry ‘slips it in’ and then Draco wakes up and is confused and ahhh. Also could you tag @introvertedannika in it? She’s my best friend and it’ll confuse the FUCK out of her!”

Warning: NSFW
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The sun was shining through the window, only slightly covered by the white, long curtains that gave the room even more light.

Right next to it was a king sized bed, white sheets all over two naked, sleeping boys that go by the name of Harry and Draco.

The whole atmosphere reminded of one of those bed sheet commercials.

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun.

His arm was wrapped around his boyfriend, his chest pressing against his back as the brown haired boy placed soft kisses on the others shoulder blades, slowly raising up to his neck.

A little smile spread across his face as he buried his nose in the blonde hair that he usually loved to run his fingers through.

Memories of last night rushed through his head and his teeth soon find his bottom lip as he remembered all of it clearly.

The two of them have been together for quite a while now, but he still wasn’t used to the way Draco touched him, looked at him, wanted him.

It drove him crazy.

It drove him crazy how Draco got under his skin, how his low moans could make Harry orgasm just like that.

It drove him crazy when they were in public and Draco flirted with him because he knew exactly what to do to get into Harry’s pants.

It drove him crazy that he loved this man and, thank merlin, that man loved him back.

Back in Hogwarts there was a lot of angry wanking in the dorm when everyone was sleeping, a lot of things in his head when he observed Malfoy’s body in potions.

He could write books.

But never has he thought he would end up loving this Slytherin with all of his heart.

It all started when they returned back to Hogwarts for a 8th year.

Obviously everything has changed, McGonagall was the new headmistress of the school and a lot of new teachers were needed.

Instead of the old bathroom where once the entrance to the chamber of secrets was placed, they put a really big memorial thing there, where all the students and teachers were named, that lost their lives during the war.

Even Hedwig was on there.

A new thing was that there were no separate common rooms anymore.

All of the four houses shared one big room, which was good because everyone, especially the Slytherins, needed that kind of support at that time.

However, there were now dorm rooms for two people.

And guess who got paired together, hahaha.

Draco 2cool4you Malfoy and Harry Icantdie Potter.

They had all kind of fights, really, it was awful, but one day Harry brought some lunch to the room for Draco because he missed it due to his homework, and Draco made Harry’s bed the next day because the Gryffindor was in a rush.

And then Harry folded Draco’s clothes, who then decided to tell goodnight stories to the other male to fall asleep.

And then one day Harry crawled into Draco’s bed because he couldn’t stop crying after a nightmare, which was of losing Draco but he never told him, and Draco just held him through the night.

And, to top it all off, Draco once left the bathroom door open while he was showering, and Harry peeked through and got really horny, so he waited for the blonde to leave to get rid of his little problem down there, but Draco forgot something and boom.

Harry surely never thought a blowjob could feel this good.

Said boy was brought back to reality when he felt something under the blanket hardening.

“Fuck, not now.”, he whispered to himself but that surely didn’t do anything.

And the fact that Draco’s bare ass was pressing against his growing erection surely wasn’t helping.

With his cheeks covered in crimson red, his hand found its way down and he hesitated for a moment before he wrapped it around his erection and began to move his hand in slow motions.

His free hand didn’t take long to grab Draco’s ass firmly, to which the blonde responded with a low growl.

Harry’s hand stopped and took place on his boyfriend as well, where he slowly rubbed a finger along his entrance.

“Fuck, you’re still so ready from last night.”

Harry would lie if he said that this didn’t turn him on to the core, and when he thrust in two fingers at once, he almost moaned against Draco’s neck.

His erection was twitching and he quickly pulled out his fingers in order to place his pulsing erection where his fingers had been.

His teeth slightly sunk into Draco’s skin as he was fully surrounded by his heat, not able to stop himself from groaning deeply.

After the first few thrust, Draco’s moans became louder and he suddenly opened his eyes, a shocked gasp leaving his throat.

“What the-ahh!”

Now it was his turn to blush and Draco tried to hide his face, but Harry grabbed his arm and thrust harder.

“P-Potter!! You fucki-oh-you fucking perv!!”

Harry just grinned and bit the skin of his neck again, sucking and licking it in ways that would definitely leave marks as he listened to Draco’s desperate moans.

When he, however, suddenly stopped, Draco gave him an disapproving groan.

The brown haired man didn’t let that irritate him tho, and he pulled out, just to lay on his back.

“I want you to ride me.”

Draco gasped.

Harry knew it was Draco’s favorite position (he would never admit that tho) and he never lasted long that way.

Without further hesitation Draco placed himself on Harrys lap, slowly sinking down on his throbbing dick.

Broken moans filled the room, filled Harrys head, and he grabbed Draco’s hips to support his movements, watching him with a dark expression.

Soon enough the skin on skin noises became louder, both of them were now a moaning mess, and when Harry moved his hand up and down Draco’s shaft, he spilled all over Harry’s stomach with his name on his lips.

Harry also couldn’t hold on any longer, and with a few lazy thrusts he came inside his already collapsed boyfriend.

Both of them were breathing hard, just enjoying the intensity of this short moment.

Harry wrapped one arm around Draco, who had his face against Harry’s chest now, and used the other one as an extra pillow.

“What a way to wake up.”

Draco chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Stop smiling like an idiot, Potter.”

“Stop calling me Potter.”

“Become a Malfoy then.”

For a brief second Harry’s heart dropped and he almost screamed like an excited teenager.

“Marry me.”, Draco whispered tiredly.

“Once you’ll wake up again.”

“Good…very good…”

Draco’s eyes slowly closed, and as Harry kissed his forehead and told him that he loved him, there was even a faint smile on his lips.
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The birds & the bees

A/N: Someone requested this from somebody else who didn’t wanna write it & I couldn’t help myself. Reader walks in on Dean with a lady friend & the boys have to explain what was happening.

Dean’s age-22   Sam’s age-18   Reader’s age-8

Dean x Sister!Reader    Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by mylife-in--color

Originally posted by writingissatansworstnightmare

“Why can’t we go to the library?” You asked as you hurried to keep up with your older brother walking down the sidewalk.

“I already told you Y/N,” Sam replied, looking behind him he noticed you were struggling at the rate he was walking and slowed down, “Gimme your backpack.” He told you as he reached for it.

You quickly took off your old green hand-me-down backpack and gave it to Sam, “Thanks Sammy. That was heavy.”

“No problem.” Sam replied as he shrugged it onto his shoulder, “Let’s go, I wanna get back to the motel so I can start my project.”

“Okay, but why can’t we go to the library. I wanted to get more books on animals, if I’m gonna be a vetra-vetrana-what’s the word again?” You questioned.

“Veterinarian.” Sam answered, “And we aren’t going to the library because they’re closed today; they’re renovating the ceilings.”

“Ohhhhh.” You exaggerated, “Will you help me with my math homework when we get home?”

“Course, we gotta get you through third grade math before you can be a vet.” Sam told you with a smile.

“Thanks Sammy.” You said, returning the smile he gave you which showed off the gap in your front teeth.

“No problem bug, now…race you to the motel room!” Sam shouted as you rounded the corner into the motel parking lot.

You took off as fast as you could; Sam was close behind you, however you had the advantage since he was being weighed down by two backpacks. As you approached the motel door you looked behind, “Too slow to keep up Sammy!” You shouted as him before turning back towards the door and quickly swinging it open so that you could gloat about beating your brother to Dean.

Stepping inside you started to talk to your oldest brother, “Dean! You won’t bel-what are you doing to that lady?” You questioned with a confused face when you realized Dean head was between her legs.

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Sunny Disposition

Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt is Optimistic.


“What would you like to order, handsome?”

“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.

“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”

“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.

“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.

“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.

“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.

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College Tips

From someone who was in your position last year.

For academics

  • Morning classes? Maybe. Take it from someone who had to wake up for a 7:45AM class for two out of the three terms of my first year; they were the worst parts of my day and incredibly stressful because I would end up sleeping through them when I was particularly sleep-deprived. However, they were nice in that they kind of made me a little more self-disciplined; I had to finish my work by midnight cause I would be dead the next morning if I wasn’t. If you’re a night owl, try to schedule classes post 9AM; your life will just be a lot less miserable. 
  • Make sure you have a break for lunch. I usually try to have an hour of downtime between classes early afternoon, so that I can fit in the gym and lunch. My reasoning is that you’re probably not going to be very productive during that hour unless you have immediate work due the next period, so just use it to take care of yourself. Eat, exercise, and take a moment to breathe between lectures.
  • Don’t do all the readings. This sounds bad, but I have taken (so many) reading intensive courses where I would have 200 pages due the next day. This is impossible to do if I want to be a healthy human being. A lot of the times, professors will have a main idea they want you to take away from a reading and will just add a lot of supplemental material. If your reading material is particularly dry, it’s going to be the worst and most time-consuming struggle to get through because your eyes will glaze over and you’ll find yourself rereading the same sentence over and over to fully comprehend what it means. Instead of doing that, first grasp what the main idea is by reading the headers, find the key details associated with the idea that links it to other main topics of the course, and store a few examples of what’s been mentioned. All of this can be done by a mixture of skimming and looking at chapter summaries and specifically reading a few paragraphs.
  • Use SparkNotes. Use CliffNotes. Watch the movie version, the miniseries, whatever it is. Use Khan Academy, Crash Course, WHATEVER. You might be thinking, “This is college! There’s no way for easy cop-outs!” And yes, you’re partially right. If you’re in a literature course, you should absolutely read the material you’re given; however, sometimes, it’s not possible or even necessary to read everything. I had a class that consisted of three papers, to be written on three different novels - two of the papers were assigned to specific books, but the last one was a free-for-all. There were eight novels total that we had to get through. It just wasn’t smart to sit there and read all eight novels with equal intensity. Yes, read all eight if you can, but if you need to supplement your reading with SparkNotes or the movie version or whatever, do it. 
  • Participate in discussion. How much you talk matters in college. If you’re a shy wallflower, talk to your professor about your inability to speak up in class, because if you sit there and let other students reign over the discussion, that’s your participation grade going down the drain. I learned this the hard way in my first two classes - my final grades were significantly lower because I just couldn’t speak up in class. Professors are usually nice and can understand when you’re introverted, but becoming part of the discussion isn’t just good for your grade; you’ll be able to contribute your perspective to a dialogue about a subject that you’re most likely interested it. Isn’t that what college is all about?
  • Preview + review. In specific regard to classes, use the readings + assignments to predict what the professor will lecture on for the next class. Obviously, just doing the work will help you preview; however, keeping conscious note of what you’re doing will help you identify questions and topics of interest that you can talk about during the actual class. This all ties into the previous three points of reading smart and participating. After the lecture, try to resist the temptation to just relax your brain completely and do something else. Stay in the “lecture” mode for a few more minutes and go over what you just did in class. This will cement the information and help you SO MUCH when it comes time to cram for midterms and finals. 
  • You’ve probably heard it a thousand times, but GO TO OFFICE HOURS. Professors love it when you come talk to them; they get to know your name and put a face to your tests and assignments and also talk your ear off about the subject they love. Of course, don’t just force yourself to go there and stand awkwardly in the doorway without a question just because you heard you need to. Times you should go: first week of class, when you can drop by and casually say, “I just wanted to introduce myself!” Most likely, the professor will want to chat with your about what your expectations are for the course and what you want to do with your life. And then you should go whenever you have an issue with your homework. Go before midterms and finals with all of the questions that pile up while you cram. Score brownie points and get better help on something you might be confused about. Win-win. 
  • There’s probably going to be an interlude of time between classes and your extracurricular meetings + dinner. USE THAT TIME TO FINISH WORK. A lot of stuff happens in the evenings that make you tired and ready to curl up in bed after you come back to your dorm/home. If you buckle down and concentrate during those few hours before meetings and dinner, you will feel sooooo much better for the rest of your day. 
  • Go to class. This should be self-explanatory. But seriously, go. Do you find the class useless? Still go. The professor will remember you, even if it’s a 150-person class.
  • Take good notes during class. Also self-explanatory. If you find that your notes don’t feel sufficient because your professor is the type of person to go all over the place in their lecture and you zone out, compare notes with someone in the class. Compare notes with multiple people in the class. Record the lecture if you have to (but ask the professor beforehand! Because intellectual property rights exist and that’s actually really important!!!!). Make study groups where you compare notes and listen to recorded lectures together. Do what you have to to make sure you got the most out of the actual class sessions - and then supplement it with your readings and outside research. I know a lot of people say that writing things down with a pen and paper help retain information more than typing things down - but honestly, this is just a personal preference. If you prefer typing things down, go ahead. If you prefer handwriting, go ahead. However, if you do decide to use a computer, please make sure you aren’t surfing the web when you should be paying attention. I know I’m guilty. 
  • Sit in the T-Zone. This zone is basically the first row and the aisle seats. The professor looks at this area the most during lectures, and this is where he’ll see you the most. Even if you don’t like sitting in the first row, grab an aisle seat so the professor can see that you’re actually engaged in the class. Also, you’ll fall asleep less if the professor sees you. 

For extracurriculars

  • Don’t do everything. It’ll feel like everyone is doing everything and you should be doing more, but that’s really not the case. It’s a given that this isn’t high school, so no one expects you to have five clubs and two sports on your application - and also, this doesn’t actually help you on your resume unless you come away from the activity with a skill that makes you more valuable as an employee/human being. Stick to things that you actually really like and feel that you can grow in - and then really stick to it, so you can say you actually did things instead of being a half-hearted member. 
  • Try to assess what you can take away from an activity if you do end up joining. Have specific ideas about your role in the club/extracurricular and what you’re contributing and taking away, mainly because you’ll be expected to talk about this in the future if you have it in your resume. 
  • Get started on applications early. Surprise surprise, applications do not end with college apps - that’s only the beginning. You have to apply to literally everything in college, from clubs to internships to study abroad programs. What I like to do with a lot of my applications is have specific answers ready; a lot of applications will ask similarly generic questions about your abilities and goals. Considering you’re in college, I’m also going to take for granted that a lot of the activities you’re applying for have a similar theme, so that should make the job easier. Save your answers so you can use them the next time you have to fill out an application; all you have to do then is restructure them a little so that they fit with the specific question being asked. 
  • Before submitting an application, go and talk to a person face to face about it. You’re naturally going to have questions about a program if you’ve decided to apply to it. Instead of just stewing over them alone and then submitting an application, go see the person in charge. This helps SO MUCH in the long run, because they’ll have a face in their mind when they finally read your application. Most likely, the meeting you have with them will include not just your questions, but also facts about yourself that they’ll ask naturally. This helps. This helps you get in, this helps them stay impressed. 
  • Make a resume. Do you have a LinkedIn? Go make one - and go make an actual resume. Resumes are kind of a pain in the ass, but they’re completely necessary and will be useful for you if you want to keep track of all the stuff you do over the years. There are so many resources for you to make resumes on the internet AND most likely at your school. Find the Career Services at your school; they can offer comments on your resume and will provide actual, personal help. 
  • KEEP UP WITH EMAILS. This is so important because adults get SO annoyed with non-responsive college students. Emails are weird because they’re simultaneously really easy to do (just type out a few short polite sentences!) and also really hard because of the implications behind them. However, adults send a million a day, so your email probably doesn’t have the same gravity to the head honcho/mentor/adult you are emailing as it does for you. Don’t stress too much about it, and just send. Nothing gets down if you don’t email first, and nothing gets done if you don’t respond. Adults are especially impressed if you’re a fast responder - again, this helps with brownie points. 
  • Get friendly with the adults. Please, for the love of God, interact with adults who are mentoring your club, your boss at work, or wherever else they might be. They are not there to judge you, you are still in an institution of learning where your capability is still seen as relatively low and nothing more is expected of you. That means adults aren’t going to expect you to be amazing and talented, which means you can literally just show up and open your mouth, and that’ll be enough to impress them. So DO THAT. Talk to adults, smile and say hello when you see them, get them interested in you and who you are. These people have these jobs for a reason - don’t just be another anonymous face that passes by. It helps so much when adults have a good impression of you.
a little like writing or loving

for nursey week, day 2: “surprise or simplicity.”


“If that pen explodes in your mouth,” Dex says from the bathroom doorway, “I am not gonna feel bad for you.”

Derek startles–and does drop the pen out of his mouth–and looks up. “What?”

Dex cocks a brow at him, flicking off the bathroom light and flopping down on the hotel bed next to Derek’s. “You’ve had two pens explode in your mouth from chewing on them like that,” he says. His red hair is wet, tousled from where he must’ve run his hands through it after his shower, and he rolls onto his stomach, propping himself on his elbows to look at Derek. “What’re you glaring at, anyway?”

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~Swimming with the Pheromones~ (M)

Your hybrids smell something odd and things get a little heated to say the least. 

Rated M for Mature: Smut with a hint of cursing

cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader

Word Count: 11,421

Explain the point of…blah blah blah.

Yeah, no, not today.

We’re not doing this right now.  Why did teachers think it was a good idea to give extra homework on the long weekends?  Yes, everyone earned an additional two days off, but of course the professor who taught your most hated course of the semester would throw in a few more questions.

This was the small bit of work you had left and there were only five questions remaining.  You wanted to get it done, right here in this library, before you went home to enjoy your long needed vacation.  You stretch your limbs high into the air, shoulder joints cracking at the movement.

Okay.  You can do this.  The sooner you finish, the sooner you can go home and cuddle with the boys without any worry.  With the little voice cheering you on inside your head, you pick up your pencil and begin writing, determination reenergizing you.

                                   ~*~

Humming to yourself as you suck on the delicious strawberry lollipop the library was giving out, you giddily skip to your doorstep, ecstatic that you were able to complete all of your assignments.  Unlocking the door to your apartment, you hear the suspenseful music before anything else.

Creeping in quietly as you gently shut the door, you are met with two figures huddling under a blanket on the couch as they cling to one another for dear life.  They haven’t seen you yet and a quick glance at the TV depicts a gruesome-filled scene which explains the eerie music.  It seems like your hybrids have stumbled across their first horror movie.  One that will more than likely lead to nightmares if the invisible ghost that dragged a girl across the floor had any say.

“Hello there.”  You call out, hoping that they will recognize your voice and that it won’t scare them to pieces.

It doesn’t work.  In fact, it has the opposite effect.

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Detention | Reggie Mantle

Originally posted by riverdalesource

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Reader

Description: A bad day leads to you getting detention and getting close to the last person you’d ever thought you would.

Warnings: there’s a swear or two in there fo’sho.

Word Count: 1977

A/N: this isn’t the greatest and trying to write reggie was different but here we are. lemme know what you think. i also just added everyone from my usual tagslist bc i remembered this time. ok cool. 

Trouble wasn’t something you found yourself in often. You were the good student with the highest grades, never truant and had a reputation for being nice and polite to everyone. It was one of the reasons why everyone enjoyed your company. You were usually the nicest, friendliest and most positive person around school. There’d only been one time you’d ever gotten into trouble and that was in second grade when you’d stole Jughead’s hat off his head because you thought it was cool and put it on your own. He’d cried because you’d refused to give him it back so the teacher yelled at you, gave you a timeout and made you gave the hat back.

That was the only time in your whole sixteen years of age.

Up until today.

It had been a particularly bad morning. First the stupid alarm hadn’t gone off making you half an hour late then the moment you stepped outside mother nature decided to work against you and send a mass of rainfall. There had been no time for the bus so you’d ran all the way to school getting splashed by the passing cars on the road. By the time you got to school you were drenched, late and in the worst mood possible. Your usual happy smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you stormed into the classroom, threw your books down on the desk and sat yourself in your seat with a huff, arms crossed over your chest.

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