the woe of a college student

[Hey everyone! Here is my masterlist! These fics can be found on AFF. Exclusively Kaisoo ^^]


Provocative [M. Smut, Pwp, Top!kai. 5.7k w]

When Kyungsoo accepts a reckless dare, he soon realizes, maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Red and White [ PG-13. Angst. 9.9k w]

Jongin came into his life like a firework; bright, sparkly and loud, illuminating his darkened world in shades of red.

Acquiesce [M. Smut, Pwp, Top!soo. 3.5k w]

Kai is a stripper and Kyungsoo is a patron who frequently visits his strip club. Kyungsoo invites Kai over for a night of pleasure, leaving out a few details along the way.

Control [M. Smut, Pwp, Top!soo. 2.4k w]

Sequel to Acquiesce.

Imagine [M. Smut, Pwp, Top!kai. 2.7k w]

Kyungsoo is a phone sex operator, who gets a call from a provocative customer.

Delirium [M. Smut, Pwp, Top!kai. 4.4k w]

Sequel to Imagine.

Can I? [PG-13. Slight romance. 4.4k w]

Kyungsoo was ridiculed and wanted someone to defend him when he failed to do so himself. Jongin was a coward, who grew tired of always turning a blind eye.


SCIRE [M. Action, Adventure, Amnesia, Angst, Future au, Mystery, Romance, Thriller. Completed.]

A journey awaits Kyungsoo as he finds himself stranded in alien terrain with no memories. His discoveries on this unknown planet are more than what he bargained for…

The Woes Of The Heart [M. Angst, Slice of Life. 5 chapters. Completed]

Unrequited love is an infinite curse.

Impact [PG-13. Romance, Comedy. 8 Chapters. Ongoing]

Kyungsoo, the new guy in school, is smitten with the number one athlete and salutatorian, Kim Jongin. Due to his past, he simply wants to lead a quiet social life. But when he allows his infatuation to get the better of him, everything changes.

Susceptible to You [M. Angst, College!au, Top!soo. Prologue + 16 Chapters + 2 Epilogues. Completed]

Teacher-student relationships have always been prohibited, but Kyungsoo could care less. When the young, punk, sex-god is challenged to seduce his straitlaced professor, he may get more than what he bargained for along the way.

Yielding to Temptation [M. Angst, Smut, Top!kai. 7 chapters. Ongoing] 

Kyungsoo, the vice-captain of his high school basketball team, discovers a secret about the school’s most promising student, Kim Jongin. What he thought would be simple, initiates a game of deception, betrayal, and sabotage.

Follow My Lead [PG-13. Romance, Blind!soo. 1 Chapter. Ongoing]

After a dreadful accident, a talented young dancer is rendered blind. Years later, after listening to music and yearning to dance again, he searches for someone who would help him rekindle his passion.

Forsaken (Coauthor: McKenzie) [M. Action, Angst, Suspense, Mafia!au. 6 Chapters. Hiatus]

Two orphans, trying to find their way in a world that has abandoned them, are led into a life of crime. Caught between two feuding Mafia organizations, Do Kyungsoo and Kim Jongin must find some way to survive a life of betrayal, loneliness, and tough decisions.

Ominous (Coauthor: Bambi45) [M. Horror, Thriller, Suspense, Historical. 1 Chapter. Ongoing]

What happens when the bumps of the night aren’t just illusions? When nothing can be explained and the impossible is suddenly all too close to reality?


Infinite Worlds [Varied]

A Kaisoo oneshot/ drabble collection from my own prompts and prompts given by others.

Morning Wood (Coauthors: Bambi45 & Life_Not_Knife) [Smut, Pwp. Varied]

A Kaisoo smut drabble collaboration.

Limited Expressions (Timed Prompt Collection) [Varied]

A Kaisoo collection of short drabbles with limitations of time or word count.

Graphics credited to a cool author, Jas1922, Thank you love~

ask-army-mio  asked:

56 with jin please!

Photograph of Love (Jin x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?”

Summary: You’re reunited with your childhood friend, Jin, when he models for your photography project. He’s changed completely since the last time you saw him, but underneath everything, he’s still the awkward, caring boy you fell in love with nearly a decade ago. Can you resist falling again?

Word count: 1k words

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

When your assignment partner, Yoongi, said that he knew a model, you were expecting him to drag in one of his underground buddies who were all too pretentious and donned in leather. You weren’t expecting to see a literal god standing in front of you.

Beside Yoongi, the man look like a giant. He towered over you and your small crew, and his shoulders seemed impossibly wide. He had dark brown, tousled hair with bangs swept gently to the side. You were pretty sure you heard the makeup artist gasp.

But when you looked closer at the man’s face, your jaw nearly dropped in shock. You could recognize those wide eyes and plush lips anywhere. The beautiful man standing in front of you was Jin–your first love whom you hadn’t seen in nearly a decade.

“Y/N, this is my friend I was talking about,” Yoongi said, cutting through the silence that had fallen immediately after Jin’s arrival. “This is Jin. He’s modelled a few times, but he’s not professional.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you replied weakly. Inhaling deeply, you tried to put on an air of professionalism. You looked up at Jin and smiled. “Thanks for coming, Jin. It’s nice to see you again.”

“Again?” Jin repeated, raising an eyebrow. You nearly swooned at the sound of his soft voice. Then, Jin’s eyes widened comically. “Y/N? As in Y/N from elementary school?”

“Yep, that’s me,” you laughed. Jin just stared at you, his mouth hanging open. You were delighted to see that, even if he had transformed into such a handsome man, he was still the dorky kid you had fallen in love with so many years ago. You lifted up your camera from where it hung around your neck. “We can catch up later. Let’s get started on this photoshoot before the sun sets.”

The photoshoot went well, like you expected it to. The theme was about the end of youth and the transition into adulthood, and you and Yoongi had affectionately titled it “In Bloom.” Jin personified this theme quiet well, because despite his young features, he had a certain maturity about him (when he tried).

Your favourite photo you had taken was one of Jin sitting in front of a window, the sky endlessly blue behind him. The sunlight shone brightly, surrounding Jin’s frame with a white halo. You thought he looked positively ethereal.

Currently, Yoongi was sitting on the couch of your apartment, which was acting as your studio. The woes of a poor college student. He was editing the photos that you had taken, his brow furrowed in concentration.

You and Jin were taking down the sheets and lighting fixtures you had set up for the shoot, a comfortable silence between the two. But you were practically bursting with questions, and you could tell Jin was, too.

Standing on the tips of your toes, you reached up to detach a white bedsheet from where it was dangling, suspended in the air against the wall by a nail. You couldn’t quite reach the top, so you shook the fabric in an attempt to loosen it.

“Here, let me get that,” Jin said once he noticed your struggle. He moved behind you and reached for the sheet, grabbing it easily. Jin passed it to you with a smile, and you thanked him quietly.

As you walked away to set the sheet someplace else, your endless stream of questions practically exploded from you.

“So, how have you–” you began.

“Why didn’t you–” Jin burst out.

You turned around to look at Jin, who looked a little flustered. As he mumbled an apology, you just laughed. “It’s fine,” you replied. “You go first.”

“I was just wondering why you never called me after you moved,” Jin said, his gaze flitting away as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “We were really close, and I was pretty upset when I never heard from you.”

“I actually, uh, lost the paper you gave me with your phone number during the move,” you explained, blushing lightly. “I found out as soon as we got to the new house, and I begged my parents to drive me back. Obviously, they weren’t going to drive for another four hours.”

“Wow,” Jin laughed disbelievingly. “And here I thought you secretly hated me all this time, or something. Eleven-year-old me was so sad!”

“Trust me, I was devastated,” you said, returning Jin’s smile. “I refused to talk to my parents for a week.”

“Well, what a coincidence that we’re meeting again now,” Jin said after a moment. “I’m really happy to see you again, Y/N.”

“Me too!” you agreed cheerily. “I never thought we’d see each other ever again, honestly.”

You and Jin were left in silence, smiling goofily at each other. Then, Jin looked away and bit his lip. When he lifted his eyes to look at you again, his expression was nervous.

“I know this is a little sudden,” Jin began, his voice tentative. “But would you like to go out for dinner sometime? I know we haven’t seen each other in literally ten years, but, I don’t know. I just…really missed you.”

“Do you mean…as a date?” you asked, your cheeks burning.

“Yeah,” Jin replied, coughing awkwardly. “We can go as friends if you want. It’s just that I, uh, want to date you? If it’s not too weird.”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since I was eleven?” you asked boldly, feeling absolutely elated that Jin was interested in you.

“Then I’d say ditto,” Jin answered, an easy smile slipping back onto his face.

“If you’re going to be be disgusting, do it somewhere else!” Yoongi yelled from the living room, the irritation in his voice unmistakable. “I’m working!”

You and Jin blushed furiously, quickly looking away from each other. But even as you turned, you could do nothing to hide the smile stretching from ear to ear. And, from the corner of your eye, you saw that Jin couldn’t hide his, either.

- Girl in Luv

Wow, I love cute stories. Drown me in fluff. This was so much fun to write!!! We all know Model!Jin is legit. Also props if you know the song the title is from. Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you all enjoyed this imagine. As always, thanks for reading 💛

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  • My name is Rowan
  • I’m from the West coast of Scotland and I live in Glasgow
  • I’m 18 years old
  • I’m going into my second year of University and I’m super excited but also full of dread and woe
  • My subject is Astronomy and Physics and I want to either work in Astronomy or do something totally unrelated
  • I’m an ENTP Gryffindor/Thunderbird 
  • I’m learning French, Spanish and BSL at the moment :D
  • The song stuck in my head right now is Left Hand Free by alt-J for some ungodly reason?
  • I’m a ToEFL English teacher to pay for food and booze


  • Space!!!! and Aliens!!!!
  • Binging netflix series and then forgetting everything about them
  • Mythology espec. Greek (cause I’m basic like that)
  • History :D Currently reading A Little History of Science, and vehemently ignoring the fact that I have three other books on the go (for the last 6 months) and a whole reading list to get through next year :L
  • I love painting and drawing, like a lot

This semester’s classes

  • Multivariable Calculus
  • Linear Algebra
  • Observational Astrophysics
  • Relativity and Gravitation
  • Newtonian Dynamics
  • Oscillating Systems
  • Thermal Physics and Physics of Solids

My goals

  • To own a Swiss Cheese plant and to love and cherish it every day
  • To go to the moon, or maybe just into orbit (I’m easily impressed)
  • To travel the whole world, or at least every continent
  • To learn 5 languages (at least one with a non-latin writing system)
  • To get my MSci and enjoy doing it!

Blogs that I love 

@emmastudies @sumastudies @thecoffeedesk @stvdybuddies @lawschoolstudying @elixirstudies @nerdastically @m-ediblr @imperialstudy @cayliestudies @bookmrk @sarxhstudies @alimastudies @estudier @barbie-studies

Looking forward to joining the studyblr community :D :D :D


It was the bitter cold nipping at his ears that caught Jungkook off guard as he made his way through the barren campus to class.

‘Ah, I definitely underdressed,’he quietly chided himself as the chilly winds tousled his hair around–  granted, that’s what he got for not checking the weather when he rolled out of bed a half an hour earlier. A cardigan was definitely not enough. It was surprisingly cold for what was supposed to be a spring morning– a steaming cup of hot coffee was the only thing to provide some sort of solace to his hands as he also forgot to wear gloves. Yet as much as he disliked the cold, he disliked morning classes even more. But alas, it was the only block of time he could fit in his schedule – the woes of being a double major.

And so, it was his rambling thoughts that accompanied him to class that morning. ‘I guess the only good thing about morning classes is how quiet it is, he mused as he opened the doors to the main building, finally reaching his destination. He always appreciated silence, as it was one of the rarer thing to come by these days. There was a strange sense of tranquility that the morning brought, only to be filled with the bustling chatter of college students as gradually filled up the streets to go to class as the day went on.

Upon entering the classroom, he took a preliminary scan of the seats. Much to his chagrin, a good chunk of the seats in the area that he usually sat had already been occupied by his fellow students.

Maybe getting coffee right before class was a mistake– especially considering that he woke up late.

Actually no, that was a silly thought. If he had to be honest to himself he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t survive the morning without– the caffeinated drink was a necessity these days more than a want. Ah, but it was his own fault for staying up so late the prior night to begin with …

As he bantered back and forth with his conscience, his footsteps made way to the back row with fewer people where his eyes fell upon a young man clad in all black. But what Jungkook noticed was not the attire nor the presence of the other – rather, it was the drink sitting in front of the bespeckled young man.

It was from the very same cafe as the drink he had in his hand– one of his favorite spots. The cafe in question was one of the hidden gems he had found – not that many people knew about it as it was off campus. It was actually next to one of the dance studios he attended, but even that was a bit far from the college grounds. 

“Excuse me,” he addressed the raven haired male with an inquisitive smile, taking a small step forward as if to make his presence known in the least intrusive way possible. There was a brief pause as the eyes behind the pair of glasses met his own, “is this seat taken?” – First Meeting

// College!AU JK based off of @ask-architectyoongi‘s AU!  :D

Attempted some sort of character sheet and wrote a drabble based off of what could have been JK & Suga’s first time meeting????? I got a bit carried away with it sorry LOL/LOOKSAWAY >___>

My Husband, Kim JunMeow

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Chapter o1. Kim JunMeow

I hate cats.  Cats are atrocious, selfish little monsters who leave your costly business attire looking like you slaughtered a bear and your airways choking of fur balls.  

“What do they even do?  Eat, sleep, poop.  Repeat.”

“Luxury life, you jelly?” my cat lover friend, Lila, clicks her pen against my temple and jeers.

“Pftt.  Of their smelly butts?  Why would I be?” I roll my eyes and collected my Chemistry textbooks from the library table.

“You’re just hating.  Cats are the cutest most cuddly creatures in this world,” she exaggerates with clasp hands against her cheeks and eyes that almost bulge out in animated hearts.

I shiver just thinking about all the entrapped saliva nestled in their fur.  My friend scoffs and begins to pack her bags as well.  It is the last semester of college and the last thing I want is to go to class but the last thing I could afford is to not go to class.  

“The world out there is your cat!” the dork leaps onto her feet and exclaims.

I smack my textbook shut in her face and amusingly correct, “You mean oyster??”  She grimaces from the intrusive breeze and pouts.  “'The world is your oyster’, it means we are all in the position to take opportunities life has to offer.”

The cherubic faced female raises her brow.

“…Because you can’t get the pearl without grinding and prying open the shell.  Some people settle for comfort and pick tiny, easy to open ones and end up with a dull rock.  Others choose to take the road less travelled, pick the biggest oyster, hammer, tear, and groove it until the mollusk reveals the flawlessly shiny one-of-a-kind pearl,” I recite with so much genuine poetic passion that I almost think I’m auditioning for a Shakespearean play.  I’d like to think Shakespeare would be proud of me.  

“No.  I did mean, ‘The world out there is your cat.’  Cats are priceless.  Pearls are not,” Lila counters.

I smack my face with my palm.  “I seriously hate cats,” I grunt under my breath.

“Well, don’t tell me I didn’t tell you, you’re gonna marry a cat one daaaay~” she singsongs.

“No, thank you, you crazy cat lady~” I play along and sing back as I skip my way through the library exit and wave goodbye to my dear friend.  

Books snuggled tightly against my chest, I slug my way to the lab to make up my Chemistry report. I had flunked it twice and it is my last chance if I didn’t want to spend my entire summer back here.

“Meow,” I hear a short purr from the bushes and skid to a stop.  “Meow~” the creature calls out to me.  Only its large circular eyes are visible from behind the shadows.  With a sharp inhale and wide-eyed with realization that said-smelly fur ball monster is right in front of me, I snap my neck to the other side and speed walk away.  

Meow >:(,” the abandoned cat grunts and scampers back into the alley.  


“Ahh, I think I failed again,” I groan and blow concentrated air up at my now messy bangs.  Oh, woe, little miss damsel in distress who can’t seem to get the right amount of sulfite into the beaker or set the thermometer to beep at boiling point.

“What am I going to do with my life?” I dramatize and deflate.  “Should I start bribing the TA?” I mumble under my breath and anxiously bite my nails as I eye myself head to toe at the glass reflection of the campus building.  Hair disheveled and unwashed for three days, dark bags under my eyes, and jeans only God knows how long I haven’t washed for.  Life of a college science student~  What life.  WHAT LIFE?!?!  Even a rich geezer would steer far away, much more the young, handsome, and intelligent TA, Kim Jongdae.  Puffs of happy stars and fluttering butterfly hearts twirl in front of me at the thought of my crush’s kitten smile.  

“He likes cats, you know that right?” Lila’s knowing advice replays in my mind and my shoulders slump.  

“No, not even for him, I wouldn’t—“ I start but my voice trails in projection at the sight of the twin glowing eyes reflected on the window.  Slowly, I turn around to come face to face with a white cat.  His luscious fur almost illuminates like holographic magic in the dead of the night.  

“GAHHH!” I shrill and run to hide behind a street lamp post.  

The feline’s marble-like eyes follow me with a striking intensity.  And from the bluish onyx hue, I instantly recognize it to be the same cat from before.  He approaches me, one paw at a time as I cower farther and farther behind my makeshift barricade, that really didn’t protect me much at all.  It’s a good placebo though.

“Wait, placebos are used in the context of medication, you Pabo,” I grumble to myself.  Ah, distress, pure distress of a science major who was too much of a chicken to spend eight years in Med school yet whose brain is wired in a way of a medical dictionary.  Oh woe, me.

“Meow!” the cat’s snappish call wakes me up from my own pessimistic thoughts.  

“Do-don’t get near me!” I order but the cat continues to advance, stopping right in front of me.  His fluffy paw lifts and he places it on the tip of my foot.  I hold my breath and almost lose my breath from anxiety.  Alright, alright.  I admit it, I have Ailurophobia a.k.a the irrational fear of cats.  It’s not that I hate them I just…  

“G-go…” I stutter.  The beautiful feline tilts his head and gazes up at me with a glint in his twinkling eyes.  “D-don’t make me kick you…” I make a false threat and wobble my foot that he had his palm placed on, hoping he would just let go.  

Instead, he places his other paw down too.  “Meow~”

“Stop,” I strictly say.  

“Meow :(“ his purr betrays his hurt.  Innocently, the kitty snuggles his entire body closer and settles down by using both of my feet as his cushion.  He looks up with puppy eyes…only, well…puppy eyes on a cat…yah…you know what I mean…I digress…He looks up with puppy eyes as if waiting for me to reject him but hoping I wouldn’t.

“Stop.  Don’t give me that look,” I frown, “I’m not taking you home.”  

Without letting him reply, I slide my feet backward to freedom.  The cat plops back down onto the concrete floor.  Frowning, I pull the straps of my backpack and start to walk home.  It is already past 11pm, which meant lingering any longer would be dangerous.

I take a step forward.  

“Meow~” the kitty whines, trailing my steps.  He swirls and twirls his way between my two feet and looks up with pure anticipation.  Again, I try to detach myself from this fur ball monster wearing a cute angelic face as a disguise.  He latches on with both paws around my right ankle.  I groan.

“Look kitty…there’s a bunch of cat lovers around here,” I explain with exasperation.  Pointing straight down the street, I persuade, “If you continue down this road and make two lefts and see a peach brick house, stop and meow loudly, a crazy cat lady will take you in.”

“Meow :(“ he grunts and lowers his head.  He licks his front paws and then looks up at me again.  

“Her name is Lila and she’s a little weird but she’s very caring and would adore you…” I elaborate.  “So go on your way…” I shoo and start to walk again.  Again, he follows.  I skid to a stop and try to persuade him again.  This happens for another half an hour before I give up and just head home pretending there isn’t a clingy feline tailing me.  

In front of my house, I try to distract the cat as best as possible so I could unlock the door, slip in, and slam it before he could follow me in but he holds onto my legs and begs in meows.  It is a bit chilly tonight and soft drizzles only showed potential to turn into a heavy rain storm.  Momentary hesitation equals an opportunity for the fluff ball.  He squeezes through the door gap and dashes into my apartment.  Groaning, I toss my head back in resignation.  

“It really isn’t the time for this…” I heave and head in as well.  Too tired from the day of studying and testing and failing and trying to get rid of a cat, I end up just plopping down onto the sofa.  Arms outstretched wide and head thrown back, I think about surrendering and being a cry baby for one day.  You know, the possibility of not graduating in time is quite daunting even if it does sound like #firstworldproblems.  On the other hand, unlike me, this cat curiously wanders around and makes himself at home.  

“Well, I’m tired, Kitty.  I’m calling it a night.  You be good and I’ll drop you off at the animal shelter tomorrow morning, okay?” I bargain.  

Lethargically, I drag myself to my room and toss my dead weight against the bed.  Soft whimpers fleet from my lips.  I snuggle my way into my blanket cocoon.  Flying sheep are seconds from sending me to sweet slumber when I feel a furry paw against my nose.  My eyes shot open.

“No. Stay on floor,” I discipline, lift the bad boy up, and put him onto the ground.  I roll back into my comfy bed…only seconds later, I feel a soft tug against my blanket.  My lips part and I gather up the last of my patience to scold the little monster, when I notice its choppy tugs.  He had grabbed onto the corner of my blanket with his teeth and was slowly pulling it to cover my shoulders.  My expressions soften without my permission.  When he finally deems it a good job tucking me in, the amicable creature leaps back down to the floor and tries to build his own warm bed by curling his tail around his body.  So innocent and vulnerable.  A tinge of guilt penetrates through my heart.  

“You want a blankie?” I question, my voice a little gentler than before.  

The cat surprises me by shaking his head, as if fully comprehending my question.  Chewing on my inner cheek, I spring up, grab a cushion from my chair, and place it on the floor next to him.

“You can use it as a bed.”

Again, he shakes his head.  I frown.

“The floor’s extra cold tonight because of the rain outside…” I observe but the feline tilts his head and doesn’t make the move to accept my offer.

Sighing, I inquire, “You want a towel or a soft t-shirt or a plushie to snuggle with?” I look around my room for some cat-friendly items.  That’s when I squint and notice the leather band around his neck.  "Oh, hey…you have a collar.  Are you not a stray?” I kneel down and observe the pendant.  Sadly, the age and rust of the metal tampers much of the information’s legibility.  

Kim Su—

Instead of answering my question, he wraps his paws around my arm, tugs me closer, and tries to nestle on my lap.  I toss my head back and groan at this troublesome cat.  “I should just toss you out,” I grumble under my breath.

As if understanding my words, the cat instantly lets go of my arm.  His eyes glosses over and he melts against the floor as if sulking.  

“I was only joking!” I quickly back track.  "It is pouring cats and dogs outside, I’m not that heartless…” I reassure and somehow instinctively outstretch my palm to pet him on the head.  He likes it very much, much more than I had imagined.  With a long sigh, I scan my bed.  “You want to climb on the bed?”

The corners of his lips curl up and he jumps up and down with joy.  Chuckling, I surrender and hop onto the bed.  He follows suit.

“Stay at the foot of the bed,” I half-heartedly instruct with a yawn.  The white fluff obediently stays at the spot for about two minutes, before he sneaks his way toward my shoulder.  “I said, ‘Foot…of…the…bed…’” my voice slurs due to my sleepiness.  Dozing in and out, I recall him nestling comfortably at the croak of my neck.  Automatically, my body cuddles around the warm guest, who lays the final magical touch to my sweet dreams.


My tongue smacks against the top of my mouth palate as I half-consciously try to moistens the dryness.  Whimpering, I roll around in my sheets, hoping to stretch out my sore muscles before the alarm clock shrills anxiety back into my life.  One more satisfying stretch and I open my eyes to a good morning—

“AHHH!” I shriek at the sight of a stranger sleeping beside me.  Automatically, my body chooses flight over fight; I back away so hastily, my body crashes from the bed onto the floor.  The chaotic noise awakens the man.  

Long lashes flutter open.  His movements are fluid and graceful as he rolls out his shoulders and sits himself upright on my bed.  He stares at my astonished state with the tilt of his head and several innocent blinks.  Heaving air back into my frightened lungs, I reflexively lift the blanket from my body and look down.  Just a thin cami and PJ pants, not naked.  Not naked.  Whew.

“So nothing happe—“

The young man stands up, letting his blanket fall fluidly down his broad chest, chiseled abs, and…

My eyes widen and lips drop agape.  Heart pound against my chest.  Front row seats to Magic Mike would be an understatement.  The foreign male stands there, completely oblivious to my bewilderment.  He starts to advance toward me, inch by inch.  I almost choke myself to death by swallowing the lump in my throat.  

“Wh-wuh…who…who are you?!” I panic, scoot myself backward, and recoil against the wall.  He stops a foot from me with his exposed manly goods literally, right in front of my face.  My eyes bulge.  I swallow again, my head starts to spin.  Mouth opens wide - out of shock, I SWEAR out of shock, you dirty minded readers.    

Just then, I hear keys jiggle outside from the front door.  My name rings from the familiar voice of my mother.  Gasping, I turn to the man, who turns back to me with a blank stare.  Maniac panic ensues.  Footsteps click against my wooden living room floor.  Jerking up to my feet, I grab onto the man’s wrist, yank him, and throw him on the bed.  The sheets are tossed on top of him.

“Hey, Sweetie—“ my mother pushes open the door of my room and greets but immediately could smell the fishie fishiness.  

Nervously, I try to cover up my scandalous act and the very visible random lump on my mattress by literally sitting on top of it and pretending it’s all cushion.  Immediately, I regret such decision as I had so coincidentally place my bum right on his manhood.  It throbs through the sheets against my left back thigh and I have to bite my lower lip to keep calm.  

“Hi, Mum…heh…” I nervously ruffle my hair.

“Why do you look so guilty?” she narrows her eyes.  

“Oh-oh…N-no..not at all.”  Needless to say, I fail at my pursuit of a Degree in Deception.  My hiccup attack, thereafter, doesn’t help much either.  “Ju-just…hic-  Just sur hic- prised you came to vi hic- sit without notice…heh…”  No slick, what so ever.  

Nothing I do passes my mother’s eyes.  The sharp and observant female charges into the room, shoves me aside, and throws the cover away.  I shriek; my arms outstretch out of reflex.  Thankfully, the handsome sexy…no…focus…man gripped onto the covers before she exposed his lower region.

My full name bellows from my mother’s lips and I’m clawing my hair coming up with an excuse to cover up my possible one-night stand and not get ass-whipped by the conservative Catholic woman.  Growing up, I was taught that sex before marriage was not allowed.  

“Who is he?!” the furious woman interrogates as she takes note of how scantily clad I am too.  She sniffs the room as if trying to gather evidence of the shameful act.  Automatically, my hands lift up in a pose of surrender, though I had no intention to actually admit to her suspicions.  The gorgeous man across from me gazes in my direction with an innocent stare and a sweet, honeyed smile that contradicts his sexy Devil’s bodayyy.  I spend a moment too long ogling over his features that my mother snaps at me again.    

“I-uh…I…” Beads of tears start to coat my lashes.  

“You have some explaining to do, Young Lady.  I’m calling your father!” the middle-aged woman warns and starts punching numbers on her phone.

“No-no…MUM…” I choke.  Squeezing my eyes shut, my lips automatically move on their free will, “He’s my husband!”  

The phone drops from my mother’s hand.  Internationally, I face palm.  Really?!  That was the worse possible damage control ever.  The attractive man blinks.  He gifts me another sweet smile when he catches my gaze.  Immediately, I look away because I tell myself I can’t be entranced or horny right now with my outraged tiger mom in front of me.    

With the twitch of her brows, the older female laces my name with full warning and seethes through her teeth, “We need to talk.”  I swear my butt crack began to perspire.  

Gulping hard with panic, I glance at the mysterious man as if begging for help, only not really expecting it.  You know, like, what could he really do?  I didn’t even know where he came from for God’s sake.  Was I drunk?  Is this a dream?  I didn’t like the latter thought because I’ve been so dry and thirsty that the wetness of my panties causes ecstasy in my boring life and the thought that I had to possible wake up from it is quite unfortunate.  Priorities, much?  It’s only worth it if I don’t first get strangled by my own mother.  At my stagnancy, the older woman scans my pretend husband and scoffs at the black collar-like choker around his neck.  

I squint.  Wait…I’ve seen that…somewhere—

It’s the third time my full name rips from her throat and I know I’m in the deepest trouble I’ll ever be in.  Wiping my clammy hands against my pants, I turn to my mother and begin to push her out the door.  Blundering words escape my lips, “I’m sorry mom, I’ll explain.  I’ll call you later!  I swear!”  

“You got married?!” she shrills in disbelief.  

“Yes.  I mean No.  I mean…Yes…”  What has gotten into me?  I must be out of my damn mind or otherwise possessed.  Closing my eyes shut, I continue to direct her toward the door.

“You got married and did not tell your father or me?!” the woman scolds and then heaves, “How long have you even known that man?!  Do you know his character?!  What if he’s a stripper?  What is his name?!  I’m going to have your father investigate him!”

“Uh-I…I’ll tell you later.  Mum, can you leave first?” I nervously plea.

“Give me a name or I’m not leaving!” the female adamantly states.

Ah, stress.  STRESS.  Just as I am brainstorming a list of fake names to use, the strange male walks out with a blanket tied around his hip, and answers, “My name is Kim JunMeow.”  

A/N: Yo! I’m back (≚ᄌ≚) Did you guys miss me?  Did you enjoy the first chapter of the new series?  This is probably the only “slower” paced chapter because I had to introduce the situation but chapters here on after are fast-paced and eventful ;);) Also, do you guys like my sassy tone more or my more artistic/poetic writing?  Do share your opinions!

P.S. For the record, cats are my favorite animals in this entire world, surpassing even pandas + bunnies, and you guys know I love the latter two.  

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Any guesses on what happened in this chapter??

Well here’s the deal,

I cleared out my inbox of gif requests and prompts, so they are officially closed again. Thank you to everyone that sent me a prompt it was a really nice exercise and got the juices flowing! I’m going to be working on updating a few things and finishing them. But it might slow down a smidgen this coming week. As y’all know I decided to go back to school and it starts on Monday. It’s just one online class, but I’m not sure how much time it’s going to take up yet, so I’m going to try to feel it out and see what I’m gonna have time for fic wise. I was trying to get some chapters written to have ready to post in case I was busy, but that did not happen, because colds and life happened instead. 

Anyway, hopefully I’ll get something posted this weekend, but if not…. wish me luck on English Composition II? 

anonymous asked:

Hey! Could you please link me to your writing pieces/ fics?

Sure thing! I’ll go from oldest to newest 

A college student wets himself after being startled 

Peridot and amethyst from steven universe 

Bladder Shy Woes 

Caleb, a lyre player for the king, has an unlikely performance 

A New thing to Study 

A boy gets his bladder synchronized with another person’s 
-  Part 2 of that 
- Part 3 
- Part 4  
- Final part 
Bonus info  where I talk about how they look 

An Unforgettable Date 
Part 2 (nsfw) 

My favorites are Bladder Shy Woes, the one with caleb, an Unforgettable date :3

Goodness the ones that don’t have official titles are the most clickbait named things ever  

dimplechim  asked:

could I request a jikook au fic inspired by the photos jungkook posts of sleeping jimin in which jungkook is a photographer major who sees jimin one day on the subway/bus on the way to uni and can't help but take photos 'cause jimin is an angel. and then jimin wakes up and notices and jungkook is all flushed and flustered like the awkward big baby he is and then he finds out chim's a dance major and alknvdlkb oh help please I need this in my life thank you so much I love your writing to death ><

bus 26 - angel

pairing: jungkook/jimin
word count: 3710
summary: in which jungkook purposefully misses his buses, taehyung is confused, and jimin is an angel.
notes: hi thnk u for the prompt bby <3 i took a little liberty with this au as always, but hope u like it! also i mentioned i was doing a hospital au prompt next but im hving trouble with that one, so itll probably come after this or the one after the next

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Wild With Want

Sometimes, you have a plan and the plan doesn’t work out. Sometimes, the most unexpected thing happens and you are left speechless. In one of these instances I am talking about dinner. 

The original plan was to make this mushroom toast from my Blue Apron box. Unfortunately, the lettuce had rotted and as I looked over the recipe, I realized I wanted something a little different. I went rogue with those ingredients. I was unstoppable. 

First, I heated up some garlic in olive oil. Well, before that, I chopped the garlic but you know, some details are less important than others.

I had a really sore throat this week. I could feel my tender tonsil aching in my ear which was not the most pleasant sensation. I spent a lot of time laying about, doing nothing and feeling sorry for myself. I suppose I just needed some down time, and well, I’ve gotten that down time now. Swallowing is still really not fun. There are so many dirty jokes in that statement.

I chopped up a mixed selection of mushrooms and a shallot and then added them to the olive oil. There was a delightful sizzle emanating from the stove and I felt very productive.

Today, I wrote a little essay but there was some editorial miscommunication and the piece won’t work for the publication, so I am just going to share it HERE on my BLOG!

On June 18, the board of American Apparel removed founder Dov Charney from his position as CEO, after many years of “misconduct.” That’s the official position, though it should also be noted that American Apparel is not doing well financially. Given the number of sexual harassment accusations Charney has faced over the years, it’s far more likely that the board was more interested in the bottom line than giving a damn about ongoing and pervasive workplace sexual harassment or the rights of women or doing the right thing. Instead, they offered up some justice theatre, an elaborate performance of punishment.

Like many of his ilk, Charney is a boy who revels in behaving badly. He has a long and infamous history of behaving inappropriately with women who work for him including masturbating in front of a female employee, dancing naked in front of female employees, the sexually coercion of a female employee, and on and on the list goes.  Several of the accusations became lawsuits, and still Charney was allowed to reign over his mediocre empire because he was “edgy.” He did the minimum decent thing of paying his employees fair wages which, given the ubiquity of sweatshop manufacturing in the garment industry, became elevated to heroic grandeur. 

It was about damn time Charney was ousted. It was shameful it took this long. Charney was a known quantity in the fashion industry. Predators like him are always known quantities. He long tried to justify his desires and his inappropriate behavior. Those who objected to his harassment and violations were simply uncool, judgmental and trying to stifle his personality. As Jenna Sauers notes for The Guardian, “in his own mind, Charney was always the victim.” He was a man who wanted what he wanted. He used his powerful position to satisfy his sexual id and he got away with it for far too long. We’ve seen this before, where cultural currency or “art” or “fame” are valued over dignity and decency. We will see it again. 

At James Madison University, three men—Mike Lunney, Jay Dertzbaugh and Nick Scallion—were “found responsible” for sexual assaulting Sarah Butters. There is incontrovertible video evidence. Their guilt is not in question, though as is all too often the case, careless language is being used to identify the crime and the perpetrators and their culpability. The three men are expelled from campus after graduation, which is to say, the men will not be punished at all. Two of them graduated in May and the third will graduate in 2015. The victim in the case has dropped out of school because her grades fell and she lost her financial aid. We are faced with yet another instance of justice being performed and in this instance, that performance is a farce.

Time and again, we see how male desire, deviant and otherwise, is allowed to flourish unchecked. Men want what they want and so they have free reign to commit acts of harassment and sexual violence, largely without impunity. Their behavior is, in fact, rewarded either implicitly or explicitly, particularly when justice for these crimes is so much of a hollow performance, a slap on the wrist. It’s why men like George Will believe sexual victimhood is a “coveted status that confers privilege.” I’m sure Sarah Butters would have a few choice words for Will about her coveted status. It’s why David Bernstein doubled down on Will’s incoherent nonsense, suggesting that we’re all simply “misreading” Will. He offers a correction that is simply a regurgitation of Will’s column, with some added flourish. Back in his day, Bernstein waxes nostalgically, “Yale Law School had a “student strike for diversity,” at a rally for which students were encouraged to tell their individual tales of woe.” The tale of woe Bernstein remembers most is that of a student who shared that he was a “first generation professional,” and as such, not well versed in dressing appropriately for a job interview. Bernstein mocks his former classmate, blithely ignoring the real class issues at play, all to help us better read George Will’s lamentations about rape on college campuses. 

This is a convenient fantasy for those would prefer to believe that misogyny and rape culture are merely opportunities for women to offer up our own delicious tales of woe, the stuff of mass delusion and female hysteria. It’s a way in which the privileged can dismiss or ignore or diminish the very real issues the marginalized face. It allows certain people to offer up pathetic performances of justice and concern while they and their ilk keep living their lives exactly as they please, willfully allowing others to pay the price for their liberties. 

I wanted to bring some acidity to the mushrooms so I added some white balsamic vinegar to the pan, which also did the lovely work of deglazing the pan.


It’s interesting to see how desire is policed when desire is being expressed by someone other than a white, heterosexual man. A mug shot of Jeremy Meeks, a very attractive felon, went viral. “Women are going nuts,” and “Ladies love this convicted felon’s mug shot,” and “Women leave lust-fuelled comments,” and “Thirsty women can’t get enough of this guy’s mug shot,” boasted the headlines. When women express sexual desire it is anthropological. It is news. What could possibly be going on? 

All sorts of bizarre feedback began rolling in. This was the downfall of black people, this was why nice guys always end up last, this sent the wrong kind of message, and blah blah blah. Shut up.

Desire is untamed. We want what we want, even when it is desperately inconvenient. Jeremy Meeks is hot. Expressing an appreciation for his hotness doesn’t mean the end of the world. It means that sometimes, you want to roll around with a roughneck or you want to fantasize about rolling around with a roughneck. Desire is as simple as it is complicated. 

I have a toaster oven now and I love it. You can toast and cook things in it and it is all very convenient and somewhat magical. I took some hearty Italian bread, sliced some provolone, and slid that into the toaster oven at 400 degrees so it would get right with the lord.

Last night, my heart fell out of my chest and into someone else’s hands. Or, I said, yes, my heart has always been in your hands and maybe I am holding a heart in my hands too. I have no idea at all. It is what it is.  I just needed to know I wasn’t all alone in an impossible thing. I don’t think I am. Desire and love are as complicated as they are simple.  

I am not super patient about, well, anything, so I took the bread and cheese situation out of my amazing toaster oven after about ten minutes because I was just bored with waiting. Thankfully, this was the correct amount of time for some melting action to take place.

All day, your name has been on my lips. My hands have trembled with the simple want of the palms of our hands holding softly together. 

I added the mushrooms, some fresh basil, and freshly sliced tomato to my sandwich and then VERY CAREFULLY, closed that bad boy up. I was feeling pretty smug even though this was a basic ass dish. It did not feel basic to me!

There is so much I want to say, but I am holding back. I am thinking about confusion and beauty and sadness. I feel like it’s still all in my head. It is, I suppose. That is okay. 

I cut the sandwich into two, so I will also have lunch tomorrow. Anyway, it was delicious. There was a definite FLAVOR PROFILE. It felt like summer in my mouth.

Tonight, yesterday, last year, tomorrow, always, I am wild with want. I am warm. 

This, too, is an untamed state. I don’t ever want to leave it.


Jennifer is a student on the Shakespeare Studies MA, a unique course from Shakespeare’s Globe and King’s College University of London.

The current Globe Education season celebrates friendship. Though there are many fine examples of the non-romantic bond within Renaissance theatre, I turn to arguably Shakespeare’s most romantic play for the two friends who will battle it out for the Man of the week’…

Let us turn to the most intense and tragic relationship within the intense and tragic world of Romeo and Juliet……..Mercutio and Romeo of course.

For never was there a tale of woe than the untimely death of the effervescent Mercutio whose banter with the otherwise love struck and somewhat distracted Romeo gives the play its much needed injection of humour and sauciness.

And the winner is…. Mercutio!

Though both men have the strong points, it is Mercutio’s wit, rude humour and commanding presence that means he wins this round.  His early death leaves the stage bereft of his dynamic character and things go from bad to worse for the young lovers whose houses he curses with his last line.  A fine example of a true friend, Mercutio is a worthy representative for the Globes season of friendship. I’m sure he didn’t really mean that thing about a plague on their houses…

Well, first of all I only got a 94/100 on my first assignment. [kicks dirt] 

The assignment was basically “What are you going to write for your persuasive essay IN DETAIL” and in the feedback my teacher suggested that I take “Sexism and Romance novels should be taken seriously” and narrow it down to “Sexism in the publishing industry” 

Which is fine I guess, it’s just not what I wanted to write, and I had already plucked up some sources for my paper. 

and we’re not going to talk about most plot based genre fiction face the same stigma and are dismissed by “serious” writers. 

thefallopianprincess  asked:

Hey guys! It's currently Dead Week (aka week before finals) here at our school, and it's probably the case for a lot of schools everywhere. Can we college students get a little Jimmy pick me up???

Hey, pals! 

Finals week getting you down?

Have no fear, here’s the… 


Follow these simple steps to make it through all of those exams! 

1. Take a deep breath, you’re gonna do great. 

2. Get ready for some sleepless nights. 

3. Don’t forget to eat! 

4. Make a soundtrack for your studying! 

5. Don’t watch Netflix the whole time!

6. Social media will allow you to connect with everyone else with final woes.


7. Keep your friends close, you’ll be each others’ support system! 

8. Due to late nights, your wardrobe might be crazier than usual and that’s okay! 

9. Go into your exams with confidence. 

10. Take each final down with your expert precision! 

11. You might freak out, and that’s okay too! Just know you’ve got this. 

12. Once it’s all said and done, get ready to party! 

13. Dance your way to the weekend! 

14. Then say “hello” to your long, lost bed!

Good luck, everyone! 


The Tonight Show Bloggers 

Bill Whittle explains that liberal policies may be well intentioned but always lead to destruction

Obama’s new plan to provide Federal welfare to those seeking a college education might be well intended, but a road paved with good intentions often leads to…well…heck.

here’s the video:

I know about 100 college students that need to hear this message.  Government “help” is not the answer to your financial woes. Government “help” always leads to destruction.

Food stamps destroy financial independence.

Government backed student loans destroy jobs and affordable education.

Government run health care destroys quality and availability of care.

Government mandated equality destroys anything and anyone unequal.