this was a study break i promise

Good afternoon! Finals are just around the corner, and I know how tough it can be to balance both school, and taking care of yourself. Here are some helpful tips, pass them along to your fellow peers!

1. Don’t push yourself to exhaustion. Studying on a tired brain will not help you! Get your daily recommended 8 hours of sleep, I promise you will wake up fresh and ready to tackle those notes~ 

2. Eat well. Easier said than done, right? It’s okay~ Taking a snack break and eating something healthy and energizing, like assorted fruits or a smoothie will give you that boost you need. And don’t forget breakfast, the most important meal of the day!

3. Shut down distractions during study time. It may be tempting to check that phone and see what your friends are up to, but you will have plenty of time to see that later. Right now, you need to focus keep looking at it maybe it won’t leave this time maybe you won’t be alone

4. Study groups work wonders. Gather your classmates and friends and have a study sesh! But don’t forget, you’re here for studying, not slacking off. Working with a group may help you focus more, with the added bonus of company. It gets lonely in the dark

5. Make time for yourself. A few hours at the end of the day can make the difference. Plug back in and give yourself some much needed me-time. But not too much, and not right before bed, to help with sleep. Just enough as a treat~ You’ve done so well. I’m trying. Thank you.

6. Don’t be afraid to ask for help. If you need help, please ask. Please. I need help. I can’t go on like this anymore it’s coming near me. I can’t see, oh I can’t see someone is anyone out there I’m so lonely Oh GOD I NEED HELP

How to study while struggling with mental-health

Em Português

  So, I’m new to this studyblr thing, but I haven’t seen something like this before. Studying can be hard while you go on and off with with your illness, and I believe the most important is bending your way of thinking. It’s hard word. But recovery is such a gratifying hard work. 


   You just can’t study sometimes, and that doesn’t mean you’re not being productive. Treat yourself, your body needs rest, food, exercise, relaxing. Everytime you do one of this, you can congratulate yourself. Congratulate yourself, even if it seems so small. In my bad days, texting my best friend is hard. And I let myself feel good when I do it. When I think that only if I’m studying I’m being productive, I tend to loose motivation, and get into the vicious circle of feeling bad brcause I don’t study and not studying cause I feel bad. So I find other ways to feel productive, and increase them until I can put small studies - and them increase them! This might take a few days, or weeks. But remember that you’re trying and that already is remarkable, so do congratulate yourself and do be proud that you got out of bad to brush your teeth. 

 You can try: 

  • Taking care of yourself 
  • Watching a TV show. 
  • Baking something! I love this one 
  • Stretching and walking. It can be just around your room, but it will wake your body up. Cuddle and playing with a pet if you have one. 
  • Reading anything. It can be the dumbest fanfic ever, but it will help you concentrate, so nice one! 
  • Playing a game. 
  • Sketching drawings or random quotes. And this ain’t meant to look pretty, just to be fun. 
  • Coloring.
  • Making yourself some tea. 
  • Anything really!

  “But others are so productive”. You know what is AWSOME? Living when your mind is fighting against you. You’re already formidable for anything you can accomplish because of this. Remember that you’re not to blame on how your brain works, and allow yourself bad days. And every time you do study, don’t ever think “finally, I lost so many times already” but be SUPER proud of you. I am. You’re doing great if you’re searching so much to find helpful tips already.


   Planing is great, but breaking schedules is ok. This happens to everyone, I promise. You wouldn’t blame yourself if you got stuck in the rain, or had to help a friend, right? So why do if you can’t get out if bed? You can’t always control it. So what I do is planing, and instead of feeling bad about what I haven’t done, I feel good about what I have done. Sometimes, looking at lost dates is hard. So I close my agenda and just make a to-do list, crossing the items when I get to them, and never following orders. And remember to put small tasks in your list as well! 


  Have a routine before studying, and have a routine before studying when you’re not feeling good. This helps your brain associate that it needs to concentrate. 

 I have three routines, for example:
 In my normal days, I just stretch, drink cold water and put some music I like and get straight to studying hard.
 On my sad days, I take a cold shower, eat a snack and play some concentration games. Only then I get to studying, and I start with baby steps - I tend to watching videos or listening to poadcasts first. It takes a while, but anything you can do you need to feel proud about.
  On my hipomaniac days, I go for walks or even runs. I need to tire my body a bit or I can’t focus. Then I take two glasses of water and a shower. Only THEN I study, and usually start with reading, to remind myself that while I have a lot of energy and feel good, it won’t do anything without discipline. 

  Find out what works for you. On bad days it will take a while, but if it gets you going, it is more than worth it. 


  Exercise. And again, it is okay when you can’t - and not a privilege of us neuroatypicals. But exercises are good ways to control your body chemistry. I have three exercise routines - again, for normal days in which I have energy, for days when I have less energy and for days in which I have WAY too much energy. You also don’t need to do this everyday, this is me, but have a schedule. And never fear to break schedules. Also, eat healthy.

  Remember: mental illness is all about chemistry, which is frustrating, but also means you can hack it. And not just with medication. 


  Talk about your feelings, and not only when they’re bad. If you can afford a therapist, great. If you don’t, regularly talk to hotlines or trustworthy persons. Or just write about it. It really works to reduce your number of crises.


  Power posing. Talking about hacking brain chemistry! I learnt this from a lecture called Our Body Language Shapes Who We Are, from psychologist Amy Cuddy - you can find it at TED. And it changed my life. Posing like Wonder Woman or all star spread for two minutes gets your cortisol (stress hormone) levels down, and your testosterone levels up! Sounds silly, but it does work. Also, it does look kinda silly so you can laugh and have fun while at it.


  Have safety plans for every bad emotion you feel. I make lists I can look at when an emotion is overwhelming and pick something to do. Things like anxiety crises, sadness, anger, apathy and self destructive thoughts. This will help you reduce the times of this bad emotions and refrain it from growing into worse things, such as episodes. 


  Motivation. Motivation is important to anyone. I love lists - especially because I can hide them if they’re making me feel bad - so I have one for this as well. Things such as: 

  •  I love learning 
  •  Studying is a way of having control over my brain 
  • I want to be a teacher that makes a difference

  I also love listening to Sia’s The Greatest, it’s kinda of my fighting song. If you have one, blast it and perform it ridiculously around your room until your dog is staring at you like you bring dishonor to the family - or is it just my life. 

  Find your motivation and keep it to your chest. ]


  Try out different study methods in different states. Look at posts at studying tips - always remembering that some might not work for you, and that’s not (just) because of your illness, and that’s ok, that’s why they are so many - and use them to build your study routines. Routines are great because they bring safety and help you when you’re lost. 


 Sometimes you can’t control your sleep. It is important to try, however, don’t blame yourself if your brain just make it impossible some days. This is to the folks that are on the bipolar spectrum and like me can go 5 days straight with a maximum of 4 hours of daily sleep. If you know you can’t control it, don’t force it. It will make you feel anxious and you get MORE enrgy and impulsiveness. Tiring your body and brain helps. 

  There are days when it is three a.m. and I just can’t sleep but am not feeling bad. On those days, I work for a maximum of two hours. It is a nice moment for putting your reading in day. But never do this for many consecutive days, you’ll feel like a zombie later. However, it can help with getting something done. And it is especially calming for unrest. 


  Remember that bad days happen and you’re allowed to feel, to cry and rest. And that you’re never a burden when you need help or talk about your feelings. You are only human. Have routines, break routines. Do crazy wishes like decorating a Christmas tree in the middle of June. Pamper yourself. And just never give up. 

Hope some of this helped.

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december 17 // 2016

I’ve decided to take a break from Christmas themed spreads and made this pink flowery one. The lettering in the top right is actually a printable sticker made by @tomi-letters ( I’m sorry I keep tagging you everywhere :D)

I haven’t been much active recently because of all the work I need to finish before the end of the semester, but I promise once this madness is over, I’ll answer all of the asks and post more frequently! :D

How to study

A spiritual continuation to this post

Okay, so Studying is supposed to be easy and everyone’s been doing it forever but like honestly it’s hard to do so correctly. So, maybe I’m not an expert, but I just survived 4 years of college and I wanna share whatever shit I’ve learnt so far: 

  • IF YOU’RE VISUAL: Bulletpoints!!
    • You’re gonna love bulletpoints. They are life savers for big complicated themes. 
    • So next time you get a BIG test, you sit down and break it down in the big main topics. Then subtopics. Then only one or two code words.
      • MAIN TOPIC 1.
        • subtopic a: code word. 
        • subtopic b: codeword. maybe a sentence?
      • MAIN TOPIC 2… ETC
    • color code each level (MAINS BLUE/SUB PINK/ETC)
    • highlight DATES in one color and NAMES in another, since those are the kinda stuff you need to learn by heart as opposed to understanding. 
    • All this should give you visual cues to remember most of the info in each big topic. Write it by hand in a separate piece of paper that you can later bring with you to study. 
    • Hand writing them will help you learn them, and then one quick look right before the exam will freshen it all up. 
    • Honestly I’ve resumed whole semesters word of classes in two pages of bulletpoints. 
  • IF YOU’RE A SPEECH PERSON: Teach. 
    • Study groups are your new best friend. 
    • “But I don’t understand the topics that well yet!”
    • It really doesn’t matter. 
    • Take turns to explain the stuff to each other. 
    • You’ll be surprised. In my experience, some times you don’t need to remember stuff by heart, you need to understand it. And there’s no better way to find the logic behind weird shit than when you explain it to someone else. 
    • You’ll find connections that you hadn’t seen before, and when you see the question in the exam you’ll remember how you’ll explained it!
    • History or shit? Story time! Narrate it to your study mates! Find the interesting stuff in it! Find the ridiculous stuff! It’s just a story! We all remember the stories we love!
  • IF YOU’RE A LISTENING PERSON: Music
    • Some people totally get distracted, and I get it, but if you can focus through it, this is a great tip
    • Small playlist on repeat. 
    • It gets repetitive. 
    • Yes!! That’s the point!!
    • You know how some earworms you just can’t get out of your head. That’s what you’re getting. 
    • And you’re gonna remember what you were studying while you listened. 
    • Listen to the playlist on your way to the exam. 
    • Hum while you answer. 
    • Got stuck? What song where you listening to while you studied this topic? La, la, oh my fuck that’s the answer! 
    • It works. Promise. 
  • Other things to do: 
    • Eat. Carbs and protein, get your energy up. 
    • Coffee!!!! Sorry if it’s not considered “healthy” but like, that’s how I survived. 
    • Take breaks. Ten minutes breaks. No more. 
    • Rewards! Little rewards in between finished topics. One chocolate. One short episode of a light hearted series. Texting a friend. 
    • Drink water!! 
    • Give your notes one quick check right before the exam. It’s a life saver.
  • Things not to do:
    • All nighters. I talked about it in this other college survival post. Just. Don’t. 
    • Overstudying: in my experience your brain over heats, you end up freaking out and go blank as soon as you see the exam.
    • Junk food. Sorry, gonna be the healthy voice of reason here. Sugar up. Sugar down. All your motivation dies. 
    • Cry. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry :( It’s gonna be fine. 
  • Finally, most important tip I can give you: enter the exam and tell yourself “This shit is to test how much I learnt and how well my teachers did at actually teaching me.” So like, you do your best, show what you know and that’s what the result will show. The number only defines how much you learnt. Not you.
❀ Broken Hearts | 01

pairings/characters: pjm x reader x jjk
words: 3.6k
genre: drama, angst, occasional smut
trigger warnings: mentions of alcohol, language
summary:

“best friends can break your heart too. Especially when they were never true to begin with.”

Originally posted by btsneeds



“Hey.” His voice was soft against the loud screams of the people around us. The entire airport was crowded, with people rushing to catch their flights.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, or at least try not to.

But when his arms wrap around your smaller frame, you couldn’t help but let the one drop of tear escape your eyes, slowly trickling down your skin. He brings you close enough for you to be able to pick up on every little whisper and every breath over the ear piercing roars coming from the crowded people running around with haste, to catch their flight; the both of you standing in the middle of chaos.

“Don’t worry… I promise- I’ll call whenever I am free. -Ok?“

After high school you had decided to stay in Seoul, studying to become a fashion designer at a prestigious university, while Jungkook was on his way to his first tour after his debut. Which is why you found yourself at the airport today, heart breaking to pieces as you see your best friend, childhood friend and only love leave for a whole year.

“Yeah yeah.” You answer him, sniffling to keep your tears at bay. Letting your body press closer to his, you mumble the rest into his shirt, trying your best to stay composed. “I know you will, I just… ”

Its as if the words get stuck in your throat, the syllables that you have been dying to confess to him since the start of high school. You. Loved. Him. More than a friend, more than any person in the world. You didn’t know what it was, but the only way to describe it was love. You longed to see him everyday, wanting his arms to hold you down as the both of you fell asleep on the couch. Maybe at the start you thought of it as an immature crush, but the way the thought of him clouded your mind every second of the day the past few months could only prove against it. But…

“Just?”

“Just.. I’ll miss you- a lot.”

There’s no way you could just flat out confess, the possibility of it ruining your friendship couldn’t have been worse. It’s never like how stories put it out to be. Your friend never just has crush on you. He went out with a million girls, dated a few, and had countless one night stands, if you could in anyway validate these as him masking his feelings for you then you’d only be living in a dream. He was shameless to put it, he always knew how you felt but he could never figure out how you felt about him; always coming up to you to simply comment about another girl. How did he have the time to do all of this, you had no idea but he did. He did and he hid it well, only to confide to you each time.

The only hope that you held on to, was how over-protective he was of you.

In the past 5 years, you’ve only dated two guys simply because Jungkook didn’t approve of them. He’d be the one to remind you that your skirt was too short, that drinking would only cause irresponsible decisions, that clubs were off limits (unless your boyfriend somehow convinced Jungkook), he’d be the one to warn you every time. Heck even your own dad wasn’t this concerned about you.

He’d fuck around wherever he wanted, but he always had his eyes out for you.


“I’ll miss you too, but it’s just a few months. A few months and-”

‘Flight EK 323: Calling for passengers one last time.’

“Did you really have to take the long way around?”

“We have a lot of stops you know?” He smiled against your cheeks, your fingers wiping the last remains of your tears when you felt his soft lips on you, “I’ll be back in no time trust me.” He pulls away from you with a wide smile, fingers grabbing onto his carry-on instead as he rushes to the gates, screaming a rushed goodbye.

He’ll be back soon, maybe then…

‘Dispatch: Idol Jeon Jungkook caught in a scandal’

What?

Maybe your eyes were just playing tricked s on you. Straightening your body against the cushioned headboard of your bed you grab your glasses just for good measure. Having just woken up as the first rays of the sun entered your bedroom, you got your phone from under your pillow to check on Instagram.

After being apart for a few months, his calls became infrequent as his texts did too. Everytime you’d call him it’d just be met with silence. But you just presumed that he was head deep busy with practice and producing. But this scandal was not what you expected.

He was always cautious, never getting caught by any news source whether it be his late night flings or the moments he spent with you. He was sneaky enough to get past them no matter how exhausted he was, but this time he got caught. That too with a rather sexy model if you had to say, her long legs shimmering under the street lamp as her dress that was so lewdly cut at the right places flaunted every curve of her body which just so happened to be glued to Jungkook’s.


Fixing the glasses atop your nose, you look through each article that had been published in the couple of hours that Dispatch had caught him, completely disregarding the ticking clock behind you since the moment you woke up; the sense of time hits you the second your friend Kyuhyung texts.

Kyuhung [11:38]: Are you going to be here for class today? Or are you too busy dreaming about lover boy?

You [11:39]: He just got into a scandal.

Kyuhung [11:39]: What the fuck?

Kyuhung [11:39]: Your best friend, Jeon Jungkook? The one person who seemingly cares the most about you. The one guy who has been avoiding cameras for years now?

You [11:40]: I guess…

You stared at the blank screen, taking in the words that he just typed. He was right, how could Jungkook have blocked you so suddenly? Kyuhung was a good friend of the both of you, having asked you out the last year of high school you rejected him solely on the request of Jungkook. But he stuck around as a friend, becoming closer to you as the both of you had the same major.

Kyuhung [11:43]: But you’re kidding me right? He’s supposed to be back in seoul by tomorrow.

You [11:43]: I wish I was kidding…

Kyuhung [11:46]: Try to take your mind off this, go out and have fun instead.
Kyuhung [11:46]: Don’t let his scandal affect you.


Maybe if only you could hear his voice. Maybe if you could hear his voice, weeping at the other end, that this was a mistake; that all of these flings of his were just mistakes and he truly only cared about you. If only you could hear him say that would your mind be at ease.Opening the door to your bedroom, your feet creak on the wooden floor. The breeze that enters from the open window past the peach blinds that shielded your room and the outside world tingles every inch of your exposed skin, reminding you that you were awake. Reminding you that Jungkook was stuck in a mess and all you could do was worry.

Why were you back here again? To mope around? To stress over something that wasn’t yours? But who could you blame? It’s not like you had taken up the opportunity and told him how you feel about him. You could’ve, but you decided to let it be. Maybe if you told him he’d stop doing all of this. Your fingers had made their way to toy around with the hem of your shirt, getting lost in your own thoughts as you try to think of exactly what he’s going through.

How all of this would affect his career, his life.

Your phone buzzed in beside you, a loud ring signifying someone’s call. You practically jump on the seat, trying to pick your phone up with your trembling hands as you swipe the screen to pick up the call. You grab the phone holding it up to your ear, in a desperate attempt to maybe hear his voice. For a second your heart stopped, as you held your breath hearing closely for even a single decibel of sound. But to no avail, it turned out to be a telemarketer.

Telemarketers.

Always calling at the worst time. With a loud thud you drop your phone, today’s definitely not a good day. You missed your early classes, and were simply put drowning in questions that had no answers to them.

Time seemed to blend in, the very concept only becoming a theory to you as you switched the TV on, letting its loud noises

Why were you so worried about him?

Easier said than done. Even if you knew that Jungkook messed around like this all the fucking time, you knew even better just how much this scandal would break him.

Even if he did mess around, he was weak deep inside and you knew it better than anyone. You remember those nights you spent cuddled up in blankets as he talked about how hard practice was. You remember those nights when he’d tell you that he was sane because you were with him, you were with him to thick and thin and you out of everyone knows how it gets. You see every time he’s nervous, softly playing with the tips of his hair or even simply biting on his lips. You remember those nights where you’d stay up late, just to help him finish that one English assignment that he was too lazy to do.

You remember it all because you’ve been with him since you could remember.

But of course the depth of your thoughts could never fight the time and soon enough you spent the entire day in absolute silence, just the annoying TV and your thoughts.

Hunger and anything that seemed normal for a human was unnecessary for you today, cause all you were doing is crying about something you had no control over.

Wait.

But why?

The sun was setting, a lovely burnt sienna spread across the sky.Your breaths has significantly deepened, as you felt every single bout of air that had entered your body, giving you a dose of relief. But it still wasn’t right. Memories of the both of you, sitting in this very spot. Countless polaroids from your late night adventures. Mugs of hot chocolate, cuddled up next to each other. Even stepping out couldn’t help you.

These thoughts brought back memories more painful, than letting him go. Your fingers instinctively reach to wipe away the drop of tear had streamed down your cheeks, The already reddened skin, now drenched with the salty trails of sorrow. Why must your heart suffer when he didn’t even feel a drop of guilt? Getting up from the spot, your tread your feet to your closet.

The shock that had eventually dispersed to sadness now burned with rage. You’re mind starting trying to sort through years of just listeinging to his whims and half assed excuses. Of course it was illogical, if he’s allowed to do what he wants, then so are you.

What’s the point of sitting here and mourning about someone or rather something that had nothing to do with your life? Fuck- did you just spend the last 20 or so years of your life crying over a person who makes his own mistakes, who plays by his own rules, who thinks he’s better than everyone. Just worrying about him and if he passed the SAT instead of going out with that one cute boy who asked you out. Or how you stayed up every night just listening to him talk about nonsense and comment about your appearance, your personality your everything when you could’ve been asleep and well rested.

Simply put it was a waste of time, but there’s no point in being his doll anymore. He made one bad decision, it’s time you make yours.

You lift yourself off the couch, the one place that had seemingly become an abode for your weeping body every time something didn’t go your way. Letting the tv let its noise serenade the house to avoid silence that’d probably would’ve eaten you alive. You make your way to the bedroom, walking past the strewn clothes all over its carpeted floor.

If anyone saw the state your room was in, no one would expect you to be one of the responsible students at uni. With your ivory bed sheets messed atop the bed in the center of the room and papers scattered around everywhere with what you’re assuming is rejected drafts of your designs.

Your closet, nonetheless was in the same condition. Jumbled up with a piece of bra lying on the floor and shirts just shoved inside. You so need to get your life together. Maybe this was a start, just a little rebellious.

You loved the attention that the other men gave you, the rows of guys who’d come up to you just to ask you out. Their hungry stares at your body as you willed to choose who would go home with that night. That very thought didn’t seem to sit with Jungkook for reasons quite inexplicable. You had voiced your opinions a million times, asking him to stop messing around especially after debut and for for the most part he would just nod and maybe forget. But if you ever asked him why he asked you to avoid clubs all he’d say was ‘you wouldn’t get it’

You looked through the various rows of dresses lined up on wooden hangers which surprisingly weren’t as disorganized as you would’ve thought they would be. But the most disappointing part was probably the dresses that were lined up, from pastels to cute skirts you had it all; but in this mess of what looked like a rainbow your eyes scanned for something a bit more ‘oomph’

Something that’d have more of an effect, something that’d leave them breathless something like- that. Your eyes don’t fool you when your fingers touch the lacy black dress that felt -oh so- soft under your touch. If this wouldn’t get the guys swooning, nothing could. It was cut in just the right places allowing the fabric to wrap over skin making each and every pronounce itself.

Making sure to look like perfect eye candy, making the boys imagine the deepest of their fantasies, you finished getting ready. Within an hour you were about to walk out your apartment, your heels clicked loudly against the marble flooring. As you closed the door behind you, fitting your phone and credit card info the lousy excuse of a purse.

You step out into the dimly lit hallway, opting to wait for the elevator than take the stairs considering how high your heels were today. But the elevator sure took its sweet time to reach up to your floor. Your reflection on the metal doors was good enough for you to check up on yourself one last time, fixing the nude lipstick you had chosen using the pad of your fingers just when the doors dinged open and the sight in front of you had your eyes devouring it in greed.

There stood in front of your eyes, a man with lustrous silver hair. Definitely a well built body, considering you could see his muscles bulge from underneath his tight black dress shirt, all of this paired perfectly with a smile that had your heart fluttering. To him you probably seemed weird, taking your time to admire his beautiful feature before stepping in.

“Going down?” You asked, almost in a whisper but the glowing “G” sign on the panel gave you your answer right away.

If only it had stopped there.

“Hopefully on you.” His voice was just loud enough for you to hear, and honestly you couldn’t stop the chuckle that left your lips. Was he actually serious?

“Aren’t those a little dirty to say to a random stranger?” You don’t bother turning around to face him, trying to hold in your laughter instead.

“Seeing as you’re dressed I wouldn’t act so innocent, I mean.. you had to hear it from someone at some point cause darling you look gorgeous.” That very sentence made you giggle, probably the first glimmer of a smile that’s been there in the last month or so.

Even before you could answer him back, you feel his arms lightly touch your waist, pushing his body on to you as he leaned down to your ears. “How about I take you out dancing tonight?” You bite down on your lip as you feel his body heat warming you through the thin fabric of your dress, if it was anyone else you would’ve probably hit them in their face and walked away, but this time you couldn’t help but play along. Your previous thoughts and worries diminished into nothing.

“Isn’t that a lot to ask mr. Innocent face?” You throw back at him, trying to test his patience with the both .The doors open, as you’re about to step out, when his hands pull you back inside by the wrist.

“Do you think I didn’t noticed how you stared at my muscles the second you got on?” His voice had dropped an octave lower, making you shudder with this unknown feeling. “Come on baby girl, it’s all on me.”

And with those words you found yourself in a car with a stranger who, even with his teasing tendencies didn’t seem all to bad. His name was Park Jimin, sounding very familiar to one who had heard before, but obviously your mind couldn’t possible make out who. Just thinking about how many ‘jimins’ walk around Seoul everyday has you distracted enough to pay attention to his little small talk but still detached from your thoughts of Jungkook.

You learnt a lot about him. He’s a singer, although you couldn’t pin down where you’ve heard his songs, but it definitely sounded familiar. He wasn’t self centered, if anything he made sure to constantly ask you about yourself. You found out that he was only a few years older than you, and had decided to take a break from his band for a few weeks.


You couldn’t help but wonder that maybe if Jungkook had gotten breaks like this, he would’ve been here with you. But as he mentioned countless times to you every time he texted. He was never free. He could never make time for you.


Only then did you realize your mind was drifting off again, you needed something to distract you from this, and only alcohol seemed to be the answer. Afree a few more jokes being passed around, the taxi parked outside the club, that had rows of people lining the street just to get in.

It’d be more than just difficult for you to get in, or so you thought. As you walk beside Jimin, trying your best from keeping from falling over the bouncer at the door just takes one look and swings opens the door for the both of you. It definitely delayed you by a few seconds which you could’ve saved dashing down the door, it still proved to be useful considering you didn’t have to wait in a line

Just as you stepped inside the black room streaked in different neon lights, you rushed towards the bar without giving a second glance towards Jimin. In record speed you had ordered three rounds of shots and were only getting riled up by the music as the base of the songs thumped louder around you.

By the time Jimin approached you, you were two shots in deep and your mind began to get fuzzy, never ring able to handle your alcohol well. Two shots were probably enough to get UOU mildly uncoordinated. “Couldn’t wait a few minutes darling?” He asks taking a seat beside you and signaling towards the bartender himself.

“I just needed a few drinks to get stuff off my mind”

“Rough week?”

“Somewhat”

“Understandable.” His replies were short, but the way he didn’t let his eyes leave you was sign enough that he was genuinely worried. Or maybe you were too drunk? “Why don’t we both get drunk and forget about all our worries for now?”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

“Another round?”

“Yes please”

How did you manage to spend a whole night with a stranger you met in an elevator? God knows! But hell did you enjoy yourself. You enjoyed listening to his wild stories, or even just how he almost burnt his house down. You enjoyed looking at the way his nose crinkled every time he smiled probably from one of your horrible puns. You enjoyed the feeling of his breath just tickling your skin as the both you let the music drown you in your own space, the mess of bodies melting to nothing around you.

You giggle into his chest from what you could’ve sworn is the worst joke of the century, the low rumble of his chuckles as he laughs along with you sending shivers down your spine. You look up to his face, tracing his plump lips with your eyes. You were about to lean in, maybe under the influence of alcohol or maybe to release some stress. But you couldn’t deny yourself of this beautiful hunk of a man. Your lips brushed against each other momentarily, breaths hitting each other’s faces, before a strong hand pulled him away from you. Your face shifted to that signifying great annoyance, looking up to find Jimin and a familiar face.

Your eyes squinted for a second, as you blinked a couple of times to get a better view.

“Jungkook?”

Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.


He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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Some rarely-mentioned signs that parents are abusive

I see a lot of lists of things that abusive parents do. But some things I have never seen in a list so far and I would like to add them, because according to the other lists, I’ve never experienced abuse from my parents. But just because it doesn’t appear on a standard list doesn’t mean it’s not abuse, so here is an addendum.

I think most of these points are specific for kids who are disabled, mentally ill or neurodivergent, and that this is the reason why they never appear on other lists. But these kids are especially vulnerable to (emotional) abuse, so I made this.

1. Shaming you for your disabilities, mental illness or neurodivergency. This includes undiagnosed conditions. If a parent sees that their child is having problems, they should try to help or, if they can’t, get external help.

It is not okay for parents to shame you for self-harming.

It is not okay for parents to shame you for having meltdowns.

It is not okay for parents to shame or punish you for things you cannot help, no matter how hard it is for them.

Yes, if parents do honestly have no clue what is happening, they might misinterpret your (re)actions. But no later than when they talk with you about it, they should eventually realize that you’re not doing it on purpose. Parents can and should get help from others and/or professionals if it’s too much for them.

2. Shaming you for mistakes. People make mistakes. Inexperienced people make more mistakes. Young people are by definition inexperienced. Especially those of us who are mentally ill, neurodivergent or intellectually disabled, (but really literally everyone) is bound to make mistakes while growing up.

You might not know that there is a difference between cleaning agents and shower gel. You might not know that lotion isn’t good for a potted plant. You might now know that there is a reason why the cat is in that cage. You might think that something is a good and harmless trick but it actually has really bad consequences.

You might not know these things even if everyone else your age does. It’s not your fault. 

It’s okay for parents to be angry, disappointed or shocked. It’s not okay for parents to let it out on you. It’s their job to teach you and if they didn’t do it correctly, it’s not your fault. 

(For example, I didn’t know that cleaning agents and shower gel are different things until I was 18. As a little child, I was told to stay away from cleaning agents and not to touch them and I was never told otherwise, so I just accepted that until I was taught otherwise by someone else.)

3. Breaking promises. This sounds vague, I know. And I know that sometimes promises can’t be held. Sometimes they are forgotten. Sometimes even parents don’t have the energy to keep up their end of the bargain. It happens.

But if it’s a constant pattern, if you are coerced into doing things you don’t like by promises that will never be held, it’s not okay any more.

4. Threats. It’s one thing to explain to a child or teen the consequences of their actions. It’s okay to explain that you need to study or else you will fail your tests and it’s okay to explain what happens then.

It’s not okay to threaten you with grave consequences for minor failures. It’s not okay to remind you of these consequences every time you do something wrong. It’s not okay to keep threatening you when you are unable to do whatever it is they want you to do.

5. Threatening you with things that should not be threats. It’s not okay to threaten a child or teen with doctor’s appointments, hospitals, psychotherapy or psychiatry. These things are supposed to help. You should not grow up to be afraid of needing a doctor or a therapist.

Seriously, instead of a parent threatening their child with psychiatry, they should just go there and try to get help for the whole family because it’s probably desperately needed.

6. Sudden and unjustified punishments. It’s not okay to suddenly punish you for something that has previously been okay. 

If parents are fed up with their children’s behaviour, they should establish rules and explain and justify punishments, and give their children a chance to actually comply (while also considering their children’s abilities).

(For example, as a teen I never helped with housework. I didn’t have the executive functioning and I never got taught how to do it. But suddenly I was punished for not helping with housework.)

7. Unpredictability. It’s not okay to suddenly change the rules without warning.

It’s not okay if it’s “You should go out more often” one day and “No you are not allowed to go out” the next.

Some parents have trouble offering a constant reliability due to their own illness/disability/neurodivergence. It happens. 

But the moment it makes you as their child afraid of their reactions, afraid that they might have a sudden change of heart, it’s not okay any more.

8. Assuming bad intentions where there are none. As I already said, people make mistakes. People even make stupid mistakes. People misjudge, miscalculate, people lose their temper. This happens to parents as well as to their children and everyone else. 

What is not okay is for parents to see you doing something wrong and immediately assuming you’re doing it to harm them.

(For example, I always stayed up late. My parent had trouble sleeping. When I made too much noise, they assumed it was intentional in order to deny them their sleep.)

9. “I want you to do the thing but I also want you to want to do the thing.” This is a tricky one, but I have heard this from so many people that I’m including it as an extra point. I think it’s actually some sort of double bind, because you can only do it wrong or do it wrong in a different way.

It’s okay for parents to demand their children do things they do not like, for example doing chores, doing homework and similar things. (However, it’s not okay to demand more than you can actually do.)

It’s okay for parents to ask their children to do them a favour, for example sometimes do a little more housework, helping them with other stuff, going to the store and so on.

It’s okay for you to not want to do something. It’s okay to do something even if you don’t want to. Actually, most favours work that way, you rarely ever like them but you do them anyway because you want to do something for someone else. Most chores work that way. Almost nobody likes doing the dishes.

However, it’s not okay to make you feel bad for doing something anyway. If you don’t like doing something, you don’t like it, and nobody has the right to demand you to feel differently about it. 

10. Making you feel bad for opening up to them. If you tell a parent about your experiences, your feelings, your problems and your secrets, they should be accepting and loving.

Punishing you for things they would have never known if you hadn’t told them is wrong. Shaming you for things they would have never known if you hadn’t told them is wrong. It’s a parent’s job to offer their child emotional support. It’s wrong for them to show you that you can’t trust them.

I’m not dead, I’m just really really exhausted

Hey guys, sorry I’ve not been active for weeks, I didn’t expect lot of crap happen this past month. In short, school, being down, lazy, sleeping, school, exams, exams, project, crying, failing test, screaming, banging my head, bad health, and etc. I just really hate this semester.

I promised myself I wouldn’t go on tumblr until I finish majority of my exams and shit so i wouldn’t be distracted so yeah that’s why I haven’t been answering asks. I have a little break right now, so more time for me to draw and lot of things I really wanted to draw. Hopefully. Maybe. I hope. Oh Arceus…

Go, Gogo, and Beta will suffer like me:

People in Love - Jason Lee Scott

(ah ok this is my first ever thing I’m posting that’s mine. I hope you guys like it! If you want more, please request! Shoutout to @jxsonscott who is an amazing writer!!)

Originally posted by bertihelena

They say that people in love will do crazy and dumb stuff, but this was just insane. Jason had called you at one in the morning, on a Saturday thank Heavens, and asked if you could come over. He sounded upset over the phone so you grabbed shoes, a jacket, your phone and keys, and sucked up whatever remaining energy you had left in you. It’s a good thing you were just about to get ready for bed and hadn’t changed into pajamas yet.

Now you found yourself outside the Scott residence, anxiously waiting for your dumbass boyfriend to open his window because it was a lot colder than you expected and you were pretty sure your hands were going numb.

As if he could read your mind, his window slid open and he grimaced at the bitter cold that brushed along his skin.

“Y/N, it’s freezing,” he chastised when he saw your thin jacket.

“Oh no way. I couldn’t tell,” you gasped in mock surprise as you climbed up the trellis next to his window. Once you got close to him, you stuck out your hand and he easily caught you, swinging you into him room.

You sat on his bed and crossed your arms, a serious look on your face as you examined him. His chest was heaving and his hair was wild, as if he had pulled at it. His blue eyes were wild and scared and his hands were shaking slightly. You frowned as you noticed him clenching and unclenching his fists.

“Hey,” you said softly to grab his attention, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing,” he muttered while shaking his head, “I shouldn’t have called you.”

“Jason Lee Scott. A relationship only works if we tell each other things. You’re obviously upset about something and you’re going to tell me about it now.”

“It’s stupid, ok?”

“Nothing that scares you this much is stupid.” Your voice grew softer and you reached out to grasp his hands, “What can scare the Red Ranger this much?”

He sighed, taking a seat on his bed next to you.

“I had a nightmare that you died. I had to make sure you were safe,” he murmured, brushing some of your hair out of your eyes.

You squeezed his hands gently. The two of you had been dating for almost a year when the first ranger battle happened. You had gotten pinned under some metal and when the rangers helped with the clean up, they had found you barely awake and slowly bleeding out.

He had panicked and let his face mask fall away when he got to you. You may have been barely conscious, but you did remember seeing him. When you woke up in the hospital with his hand clutching yours, you immediately called him out on being a “bitch ass liar, study group my ass.” Since then, he was the “Team Dad” and you were “Team Mom”.

Jason was always protective of you but now it was more than ever. He told you once that he could never picture a world without you.

“You were under attack by putties and I tried to get to you but when I grabbed you, when I finally held you, you had no pulse.” His voice broke at the end of his sentence, right alongside your heart when you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“I’m here,” you hummed, “I’m here and I’m safe and I’m fine. I’m here in your room.”

You took his hand and raised it so you could press a kiss to his palm. Then, you lowered his hand to the side of your abdomen so it could brush along the scars the battle left you with.

“I’m here. I’m real,” you murmured, “I’m alive.”

He reached up and placed his hand over your heart. You wrapped your fingers around his own and the two of you sat there, feeling the steady beat of your heart.

He slowly moved closer, his lips brushing against your own. Like a magnet pulling you in, the two of you drew together. Normally, your kisses were chaste when at school or the occasional make out session during study breaks or the drawn out goodbye kisses, but none had ever been like this.

This kiss was sweet yet had a hint of longing and sadness underneath. It was a reassurement to him and a promise to you.

“I love you,” he said once you pulled apart, a hint of a smile playing at the edges of his lips.

“I love you too but I may kill you if I don’t get enough sleep,” you teased.

Finally, a smile broke across that beautiful face of his. You pulled him in for another kiss and then stood, going over towards his dresser. The second drawer down was just things that you had left at his house or purposely brought over. You looked back at him and motioned for him to turn around, which earned a smirk from him.

“Jase, I can protect myself. You know that, right?” you called as you slipped on some pajama pants and one of his shirts, “I’m decent.”

“I know and when I’m out of the suit I will let you deal with things until you tell me to step in. But when I’m in the suit, it’s serious. I’m not going to let you be in danger,” he protested.

You rolled your eyes but understood where he was coming from. With a nod, you moved over to scoot up onto the bed. You rested on the pillows and watched as he got up to turn the lights off.

“Your room is a mess,” you commented and he replied with an indignant snort of, “When have I had the time to clean?”

“I bet Captain America keeps his room clean.”

“Well, I’m not Captain America. Speaking of superheroes, are you wearing Red Ranger pajama bottoms?”

“…maybe.”

The room descended into darkness and you felt the bed shift under his weight as he crawled in beside you. You tugged on the blankets and he chuckled, pulling them up around the two of you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, a content hum slipping past your lips.

“My parents don’t even care when they find you in here anymore,” he said offhandedly.

“Yeah, well, that’s cause I do the dishes while you and Pearl watch TV,” you teased.

He pressed his lips to your forehead before yawning a “good night”.

“I love you, my knight in red armor,” you responded, nestling further into his arms. Maybe they were right, people in love do crazy and dumb stuff.

And you were one of those idiots.

winner is having a comeback!!!
i just saw and so here, have some winner hp!au stuff

 Seungyoon 

  • gryffindor prefect who wishes he was the head boy but is fine with his job because it’s still important,,,,,,,if only the first years weren’t the only ones who listened to him,,,, 
  • plays on the quidditch team, is a beater 
  • is really good at muggle music because he taught himself to play guitar the manual way (didn’t drink a potion or put a spell on the instrument to play itself 
  • even though seunghoon teased him about for a whole semester)
  • does ok in all his other classes but has a knack for divination even though he hides it from his classmates who make fun of the subject
  • you’re pretty sure he isn’t lying when he reads one of the tea leaves and tells someone they’re going to fail their OWLs because the person who he said it to literally sleeps in every class you have with them 
  • so you go over and ask seungyoon to read yours and he’s like “sure,,,,is there something you’re interest in knowing specifically?”
  • and you put your hands up on the desk and shrug like “how about my love life?" 
  • seungyoon kind of flusters for a second but agrees and as he’s looking at the leaf he frowns and is like "there’s not much, which means something is going to happen really really soon-" 
  • and just as he’s about to finish seunghoon walks by and is like "i heard you were watching seungyoon games over the weekend, was it fun?” To you 
  • and you’re like hOON SHUT UP but he’s just chuckling like a madman before skipping away and seungyoon is like “you came to watch me play?” and you’re like m,,,maybe,,,,yes 
  • and he suddenly gets a bit pink in the face and he’s well,,,,if you have time after this i can teach you some tricks on the broom????? and you’re like OMG id love that 
  • and long story short he didn’t see anything in the tea leaves because,,,,,after he teaches you some stuff you guys decide you’ll have a proper date at diagon alley,,,,,next week hehe 

Jinwoo

  • hufflepuff whose part of herbology club and likes plants,,,,,,,,and being nice to people,,,,,,,,,,
  • and is fiercely loyal to his friends because people like to downplay hufflepuff’s as serious, studios wizards but,,,,,,if one of his friends gets hurt jinwoo is the first person to perform healing spells and to put himself on the line to protect those close to him
  • but he’s all like,,,,,,,,,,the most handsome wizard ever,,,,,,,,,like he’s famous among the entire school and other schools overseas because like Have you Seen his Perfect Face
  • when his photo got printed in the newspaper for a discovery by the club he was in on a new kind of magical plant, the newspaper literally was sold out. that has never happened????? but everyone wanted his moving image for themselves?????? jinwoo’s impact
  • you’re his underclassman but you really like herbology just like him and you’ve got a first press copy of “one thousand magical herbs and fungi” and phyllida spore is literally your Idol
  • and no one has ever really shown interest as passionately as you do, especially with how outspoken you are during club meetings and how you even insist that you guys shouldn’t be scared to go into the dark forest to find more samples of plants
  • and sometimes your overexcited voice and overflowing knowledge gets on other students nerves, but jinwoo,,,,,,,,really sees you only have good intentions to learn and so if he hears anyone start whispering something mean he mutters a spell under his breath that makes it impossible for them to speak above a certain volume for a bit
  • and he thinks you don’t notice, he thinks he’s doing a great job at being subtle but you do know
  • and you,,,,,,,,are really thankful but you’re way too shy to ever approach him and thank him,,,,,,,,,until one day it’s just you two left in the club room
  • and jinwoo is humming softly, using his wand to put away all the chairs and books and you’re watching the way he’s so gentle when handling a wand and performing magic and it makes you just like him more
  • and you’re like “,,,,upperclassman if i can say something,,,,,” and jinwoo is like “go ahead!” and you’re like swallowing your fear and you’re like tHANK YOU !!!!!!! FOR PROTECting,,,,,mE,,,,,,,,,i know i can get annoying and talk too much but you always try to hide peoples negative thoughts from me,,,,,,,,,and i-it’s very sweet and im very happy for you,,,,,,,,i really like having you,,,,,,,,,,on my side!!!!!!!
  • and jinwoo is so shocked that he almost drops his wand and the chair floating mid air almost breaks but he manages to regain his wand and you rush to catch the chair before it comes crashing down
  • and jinwoo is blushing, bringing up his sleeve to shield his face and he’s like “so,,,,,,you’ve known all along what ive been up to?” and you’re like “Yes,,,,,,,,,,,it’s very nice,,,,,,of you” and he’s like “then if it’s ok, ill keep doing it?” and you’re like !!!!!! please do and then you see him smile as he lowers his sleeve and he’s like “ill always be on your side, does this mean i can count you to be on mine?”

Mino

  • ravenclaw who looks like he shouldn’t be in ravenclaw,,,,,,,because everyone is prime and proper and mino doesn’t even bother tying his tie correctly or wearing his robe to class
  • and his broom? it breaks every month. the poor thing is falling apart its been bandaged so many times that seungyoon thinks mino is a flying hazard when he gets on it
  • surprisingly though,,,,,,he takes studying serious. especially transfiguration.
  • is actually a metamorphmagus, meaning he was born with the skill to alter his appearance to look like a completely different person. his hair and eye color change along with his emotions,,,,,,,he’s kinda learned how to control but it’s still something that happens
  • “im not mad seunghoon. i promise.” “mino, your hair turned red and your eyes are swirling into a dark black abyss, i can tell that you’re mad.”
  • doesn’t talk about it much, but he wants to be an auror,,,,,,,,,because like it’s such a cool job and no matter how messy he might present himself to be or laidback,,,,,he can be really serious and determined
  • is in a punk band called ‘gremlins and goblins” along with seunghoon. neither of them play instruments they really just scream into mics and fool around LOL
  • you’ve always been super jealous of mino’s abilities as a metamorphmagus because you have to be born as one to be able to transform like that
  • and for a while you tried to teach yourself spells that would at least let you change hair color or your nose or something but it’s super hard
  • and mino’s just,,,,,,,,so good at it because it’s natural and when everyone in class is like “turn into the professor before they get here!!!” and mino does it in like the blink of an eye and everyone is like wOW
  • and you’re just like,,,,,,,,,,,,,why can’t i make my magic strong enough to do that
  • and mino’s sweet so he’s always nice to you and you kinda act cold out of your own jealousy and accord
  • until one day he’s got to sit next to you in class and transfiguration of all,,,,and you’re like grumbling to yourself and the teacher is like “alright, we’re gonna turn a dinner plate into a mushroom!” and you’re like omg this is such an easy spell,,,,,
  • and you do it in a flash and mino,,,,,,,you see is struggling even though he has the highest scores for this class???? and you’re like “um,,,,,are you ok? are you sick?” and mino chuckles and he’s like “nope, ive just always been bad at this one.” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,let me help
  • and you help him repeat the spell and you’re like leaning over to help re position his wand
  • and like,,,,,,,wow you’re the one helping mino,,,,,,the top student and he’s smiling at you and thanking you and ok,,,,,,what,,,,,,he’s so cute,,,,,,um,,,,,,,,who,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,allowed?? him??
  • and after class mino catch up with you and ok seriously he looks so cute with his shirt untucked and his tie loose around his neck and his ravenclaw scarf thrown over his shoulder and he’s like “OWLS are coming up and you’re super smart, we should study together?”
  • and you’re like “oh,,,,like a study group?” and mino laughs embarrassingly and he’s like “is it bad that im kinda hoping it’s a study DATE instead?”
  • you: drops your wand lfkjdgsmgg

Seunghoon

  • slytherin troublemaker and captain/seeker of the houses quidditch team
  • likes to play pranks on everyone. even the house ghost, the bloody baron
  • is only passing his classes because he has to to be able to stay captain,,,,,,,,,,pretty sure he has some method of cheating but like,,,,,,who knows,,,,,,,tbh seunghoon is probably the most cunning in that whole house and that’s what the house is known for so can you imagine,,,,,,
  • tried to smuggle in a dog onto the platform when taking the train to school, but it was confiscated and seunghoon was forced to make due with only his frog,,,,,,,
  • like mino, he’s part of ‘gremlins and goblins’, and his lyrics are all incoherent noises and sometimes lowkey disses at some of the teachers at school and mino is like bro,,,,,,,,,,,we can’t and seunghoon is like bro,,,,,,,,,no one listens to this “music” but us let me talk shit about the charms professor-”
  • seunghoon is actually an animagus. and most people are shocked because to become one you need a lot of patience, the process is super long
  • but he did it, and his form is the same as his patronus,,,,,,a cheetah 
  • and he shows it off like all the god damn time like WE GET IT you’re an animagus seunghoon sit down before you knock something over with your long limbs or your cheetah tail
  • and ,,,,,,,, there’s a certain person seunghoon likes to show off the most to,,,,,,,that person is you
  • and most of the time you just roll your eyes and play off his corny pick up lines and that time he drank a potion to be able to imitate your favorite actor at the time
  • and like,,,,,,you’ve been friends with him for a while so you really just think it’s all teasing so you don’t take it seriously
  • not until one day he’s trying to show you a cool trick on his broom, but end ups falling back first onto the hard floor of the hallway and you hear something crack and you’re like seunghoon,,,,,,,SEUNGHOON
  • and you drop down and move his head into your lap and you’re like turning his head this way and that and you’re like “can you lift your hand???? leg???? listen if you can’t ill levitate you and get you to the-”
  • and seunghoon suddenly starts chuckling and you’re like ???????
  • and he’s like “i knew it,,,,,,,,you do actually care about me. so are you free after the match this afternoon, i know we’re gonna win and as a victory gift how about you let me take you on a da-”
  • and you’re like oh my god did you fall down on PURPOSE and you take out your wand like “im going to seriously poof off your eyebrows for that”
  • and seunghoon is like nOOO spare my handsome face, which you totally like, pleaaaaaaaase
  • and you really wanna do it because he messed with you but at the same time you just sigh and you’re like getting up
  • and seunghoon is like “wait - where are you goi-”
  • and you’re walking down the hall and with your wand you pick up his broom without looking and use it to thunk him on the head and you’re like
  • “pick me up after the game. you better win.”  

bonus their patronus’: seungyoon = brown bear, jinwoo = deer, mino = coyote, seunghoon =cheetah 

Wrong Brother (Fili X Reader)

Originally posted by cozy-lovelyness

Request for @thealbersclan   Hi hi hi!! Love your stuff!! Could I please do a request?? How about reader x Fili. Fili wants to get reader a present to show his affections and he is unsure if reader likes him. He has no idea what to get her so Kili tries to talk her up to get ideas. Reader Gets the wrong idea and tells Kili she’s not interested in him(Kili) and she actually likes his brother! ❤️  

Authors Note: FOR @thealbersclan SO SORRY this took so long, I’m in the middle of exams and have been stressing out. But I did promise I would get this done, so I’ve taken a break from studying to finish this. Hope you like it

Word Count: 1,254

Fili was a Prince. Heir to the throne of Erebor. A member of the First Company who reclaimed the mountain from a Dragon, for crying out loud! So why did he find this so difficult? Was it just not meant to be? Why did her heart seem so out of reach?

Fili sighed loudly and his shoulders dropped slightly as he maneuvered his body to rest more comfortably in the tree. Yes, you heard correctly, Fili was currently perched in a tree, waiting for his brother to walk through with (Y/N), the young dwarrow that had stolen his heart.

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What’s in France

Request: Hello! I have a request, how about reader is in love with newt, but she thinks newt loves leta(when they were in hogwarts)(and newt had been distant) which is why she lost contact with him after he got expelled. Angst!! They meet years later and turns out newt realised he loved reader when he lost her. Pls a happy ending! Im sorry if its too detailed, I’m just really excited about this one. Love u!

Word Count: 2,665

Pairing: Newt x reader

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Newt twists in his bed, kicking the sheets from his chest and running a hand over his face. The moonlight streaks illuminate the small clock hanging crooked on the room’s wall. 2:53. Groaning, he flips onto his stomach, coming face to face with a picture of you breaking into a shy smile.

The familiar tears prick his eyes as he watches it happen over and over, falling back asleep and into a restless dream of you smiling.


“Are you sure you don’t want to come? It’ll be fun. Come on, we can go to The Three Broomsticks and split a glass of butterbeer like we used to.”

“I have too much studying to do.”

You groan and fall onto the couch next to your friend. “Newt, we haven’t had time to hang out in ages.” You deepen your voice to sound like his. “It’s always ‘I’m studying’ or ‘I have to write notes.’ Why don’t you take one break to go with me?”

Newt tears his eyes from the book in front of him, smile forming on his lips. “I’m busy. I need to pass this next potions exam. We’ll go next month, I promise.”

“Newt.” You whine, drawing out his name until he raises his eyebrows at you in false annoyance.

“Fine. You win.”

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Ever since high school, the one day you liked to designate as a strictly ‘get-your-work-done’ day was Sunday. Sure, some people liked to use their Sunday as a day off, but you never saw the point. Why waste 24 hours doing nothing when you could be doing something productive instead? Your idea of productiveness was essentially writing up study notes for an exam that was probably a month and a bit away.. But, hey! It never hurt to be over-prepared for an exam! 

Harry, on the other hand, preferred to take a day off on a Sunday. He liked waking up late and having the chance to stay snuggled up in bed for as long as he liked. (One time, he stayed cooped up in bed until 1 in the afternoon.. He could have made it to 2 if you hadn’t come in and tickled him out of bed.) 

“I don’ wanna say it, bu’ I think you love studying more than you love me.” Harry poked his head in, letting out a small sigh at the unsurprising sight of you scribbling notes in your textbook. 

“I can’t deny that.” You teased, glancing up at your boyfriend for a split second before returning to your studies. What could you say? You just really liked getting good grades - Even if it meant sacrificing your social life. At least you still had Harry. 

“Yeh promised me a Sunday..” Harry whistled lowly, padding into the room before plopping down on his side of the bed. 

“I recall you promising me a week but you only stayed for a night.” You clicked your tongue, referring to the time when Harry thought he had a longer break. He was wrong. You woke up the next morning alone, with a sticky note on your forehead explaining to you that your boyfriend was already on his next flight to wherever. 

“..A’right, I deserved that one.” Harry laughed lightly, shaking his head. “But now you get me for a couple more months! And you’re not even spending any time with me..” He trailed off, flipping over onto his back and looking up at you with his doe eyes. “Y/N..” Harry pouted, reaching over and snatching the pen away from your hand. Almost immediately, you grabbed another pen from your pencil case. 

“Ten more minutes, okay? Then I’m all yours.” Truth be told, whenever you were in the middle of an intense studying session, you were basically on autopilot mode. Whatever Harry said to you, your brain would just generate a generic answer that would most likely satisfy him. Sometimes, you managed to distract Harry for a long time, but other times, he’d grow very impatient. Of course, you couldn’t lie. You felt a wee bit guilty that you were using this precious time with Harry to study.. But Harry had been home for almost a whole year! 

“You literally said tha’ like.. two hours ago. I can’t believe I woke up early just to spend a day alone.” Harry huffed, pushing himself up off the bed. “Whatever.” He grumbled, making his way towards the door. Your autopilot mode seemed to switch off when you heard his little grumble, your brows furrowing slightly. 

“Aw- Harry, babe-” You didn’t get a chance to call for him before he was storming down to the living room. “Okay, I’m all yours for the day! I won’t touch my books for 24 hours, and I’ll spend all my free time with you!” You called out, hearing the footsteps stop. And then they started again, this time coming up the stairs frantically. 

“Yeh promise?” Harry beamed, his dimple indented in his cheek as he smiled widely. 

“Pinky promise!” You raised both your hands up in surrender. “Although, it would be great if you could just let me finish up the notes for the next unit-” 

“Mm.. Too bad!” Harry chirped, rushing over to grab all your books off the bed, setting them onto the bedside counter. 

“But-” You were cut off when Harry leaned down to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss before crawling on top of you and pinning you down with a wide grin. 

“I get 24 hours, love. You’re all mine.” 

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take this burden - part 14

[ yours truly - post malone ]

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He Tian shot Jian Yi a text telling him they’d stopped for the night, sending him the name of the hotel and the number for their room.

Jian Yi’s response was:

‘I just won twenty bucks.’

‘I leave for one night and you start gambling?’

‘Something like that.’

Mo Guan Shan watched in bemusement as He Tian called the front desk and ordered 14 beers.

The girl that had been tasked with that order brought it in two ice buckets.

He Tian tipped her enough to spend a day shopping and thanked her, leaving her in hallway in shock, wondering if she had to tell her manager or got to keep it all.

He Tian set the buckets on the floor, opening them both a drink.

‘Let’s go to the pool.’

‘I told you I don’t have a suit.’

‘So wear your boxers. If anyone comes to complain I’ll take care of it.’

‘What if there are other people down there?’

‘Then, god forbid, people we’ll never see again see your dick.

‘I don’t know…’

‘Shut up. We’re in vacation, act like it.’

’…’

‘There’s a hot tub…’

‘I’m in.’ Mo Guan Shan replied instantly.

‘God, you’re easy.’

They both smiled.

He Tian grabbed some towels and ushered him from the room.

The pool’s patio was mercifully empty.

He Tian sat the beers he’d brought on the edge of the pool, stripped, and lowered himself into the water with a groan.

Mo Guan Shan reached down to remove his shirt, stopping suddenly, remembering the situation under his shirt.

He Tian caught on quickly.

‘I can redo the wrap back in the room.’

Mo Guan Shan looked away.

He’d been thinking about the bruises.

‘I won’t look.’ The man in the pool promised, turning his back.

Mo Guan Shan took a deep breath, studying the muscles in He Tian’s shoulders as he submerged himself in the clear water, wishing he could be so comfortable in his skin.

Fuck it.

He undressed under the nearly nonexistent light of the new moon and joining him in the water a few feet away.

He Tian turned to look at him, his wet hair fell on his forehead, his dark eyes reflecting the gentle waves they caused.

He Tian studied him, breaking his promise.

The cool blue light from the pool leached the red from his hair and the brown from his eyes.

He seemed impossibly pale, the dark bruises in stark contrast.

Mo Guan Shan took a small step back, ashamed.

He Tian didn’t look away.

‘You are beautiful.’

Knowing He Tian wasn’t looking for an argument he whispered back.

‘So are you.’

He meant it.

Before they could take that any further, Mo Guan Shan splashed him.

He Tian stumbled back, wiping his eyes and spitting out the chlorinated water.

‘Oh, it’s like that, huh?’

‘Yeah, it’s like that.’ Mo Guan Shan informed him.

He Tian lunged for him, pushing him under the water.

Mo Guan Shan emerged, sputtering.

‘Asshole!’

He shoved him roughly, laughing as he lost his footing and went down.

He Tian grabbed him by the upper arm, pulling him close with the intention of dunking him again.

They froze, bodies pressed together, lips inches apart.

Mo Guan Shan let out a small sound of surprise.

He Tian released him, taking a step back and holding his hands up in mock surrender.

‘Truce.’


Mo Guan Shan looked away, embarrassed.

‘Truce.’ He agreed.

He Tian shook the hair from his face wading to the edge and grabbing them each a drink.

They leaned against the rough concrete.

‘It’s not-’ He Tian began, his tone heavy with the beginning of a serious conversation.

Mo Guan Shan pushed off the wall.

‘Later.’ He said softly, pulling himself out of the pool and making his way to the hot tub.

‘We’ll talk about this later.’

He Tian nodded, following him.

‘Alright.’

They sat in the warm water, working their way around the uncomfortable moment, enjoying the drinks, the warmth, the company.

Mo Guan Shan trying to will away his erection.

He Tian trying not to stare.

‘So, what’s it like to own a business?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘It can be a little stressful, but i’ve successfully hired people much better at dealing with things than I am.’

‘Well, that sounds like a good move.’

‘It’s gone well so far.’

‘If you don’t mind my asking, how did you afford it?’

‘The club?’

‘Yeah. It couldn’t have been cheap.’

'My parents, have money. I guess you could say I took out a loan.’

'It’s really impressive.’

'Borrowing money from my parents?’

'No, buying a business. Taking that risk.’

Oh…well, it’s hardly on the strip.’

'Don’t do that.’

'Don’t do what?’

'Downplay your accomplishments. Turn down compliments. I don’t buy that humble shit for a second.’

He Tian smiled, caught off guard.

'Alright, then. Thank you, I put a lot into it.’

'That’s what Jian Yi told me.’

'He’s got you all clued in about me, doesn’t he?’ He Tian’s asked with smile.

'He’s told me some.’

'But he didn’t tell you how we met?’

'From what you told me yesterday I assumed through work.’

'Well, you’re not wrong.’

'At your place?’
He Tian took a drink, choosing his words carefully.

'At his.’

Mo Guan Shan furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of that.

'Were you hurt?’

Something like that.’

He Tian looked like he was beginning to regret bringing it up.

Mo Guan Shan waited to see if he’d continue, not wanting to push him.

'When I met Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi, I was… an idiot. I did stupid things with stupid people. I got in too deep.’

'Drugs?’

He Tian nodded.

'A contributing factor.’

'Do you still…’

'God no. Never again. I mean, I still smoke pot from time to time.’

'Really?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, expression difficult to read.

'Yeah…sorry, is that weird? Should I not have said that?’

Mo Guan Shan smiled.

'It’s not weird, I do too. Don’t tell Zhan Zhengxi.’
He whispered the last part conspiratorially.

'It’s ok, I get it from his boyfriend. You have NOT had fun until you’ve gotten high with Jian Yi.’

'Really? I thought I was having a pretty good time tonight. Maybe I should reconsider?’ He teased.

'Maybe so.’ He Tian laughed.

There was a stretch of contented silence while they both took a drink.

'I’m having a nice time too.’ He Tian assured him.

Mo Guan Shan opened his mouth to respond when the glass door to the patio opened and a young man awkwardly stepped through it, clad in an ill-fitting hotel uniform.

'I’m sorry…’ he began, clearly uncomfortable.

'The pool is closed.’

'Do you take bribes?’ He Tian asked.

'It’s also monitored by video surveillance…’

'We’ll be out in a few minutes, if that’s ok.’ Mo Guan Shan flashed the kid a smile.

He nodded quickly, turning on his heel and closing the door behind him, flustered.

'Maybe you should be a bouncer.’ He Tian suggested.

'Why…?’

'You can just charm people into leaving, you little flirt.’

'Not everyone can be as intimidating as you.’

'It’s a gift.’ He Tian agreed.

They stood, carefully exiting the tub, wrapping towels around their waists, and scooping up their clothes.

On the way back to the room, they shared an elevator with three giggling, whispering, college aged girls.

This was clearly something He Tian was accustomed to. (which wasn’t much of a surprise considering how he looked shirtless.)

Mo Guan Shan…not so much.

Not because it doesn’t happen, but because he’s oblivious to most things of that nature.

The front wall of the elevator was mirrored because, obviously, people that stay in nice hotels need to see their reflection as often as possible.

Two of the girls watched them unashamedly.

The third stared resolutely at the ground.

He Tian took Mo Guan Shan’s hand, lacing their fingers together and leaning in to gently kiss him on the cheek.

Mo Guan Shan tightened his fingers, joining the girl in studying the filthy carpet to avoid watching himself turn bright red.

The girls went quiet for the fifteen seconds it took to get to their floor.

He Tian fought a smile as door closed behind them.

Mo Guan Shan wanted to ask him why on earth he’d done that, but didn’t need to.

'I thought that might shut them up.’

'You were right.’

Four more floors passed and the doors slid open.

Mo Guan Shan let them in the room and told He Tian he was going to go clean up.

He turned the shower on and stepped into the cool spray, telling himself the hot tub was the reason he was so painfully overheated.

Donald Pierce Imagine

Donald Pierce x Reader

Warnings: Bondage, alotalota smut, Donald Pierce saying ‘baby’

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It was only the beginning. I knew they were coming after us. I just didn’t know when they’d show up again. So, it was just another day. Make sure everyone is up, fed, brushed teeth, and change into the same pair of clothes I’ve had over the past 2 years, which included the following items of black jeans, alongside a loose-fitted t-shirt. After I’d get up, I would then do the chores. Just another day.

When they first tried to capture us, we were living just outside of the city in an abandoned apartment building. They shot at us, chased us, and burnt the building down.

This time would be different.

Coming from the back, I held a pale full of water in my hand and opened the door. A rumble shook the ground, causing me to whip my head around. Racing to the gate, I saw about 10 large trucks or so rushing into perspective. All heading towards our hideout.

They found us.

I raced into the building, gathering all of our stuff-yelling at all of the children to get in the car. But going back outside, with 15 children huddled around my feet, the cars crashed through the gate and skidded to a stop around us.

“Go back inside,” I muttered, and then repeating my words, I raised my voice. “Go!” The children, who I had taken from Transigen, raced back inside and shut the doors. I heard the lock click from their side, and I felt a small part of myself relax.

Soldiers, jumping from the cars, cocked their guns and pointed them at me. I held up my arms and looked through them cautiously. Surveying the scene as it was. All of the sudden, a single black truck trailed behind the others, kicking dirt up from its path.

I saw his machine hand grip the steering wheel, his yellow glasses pressing into the bridge of his nose. The engine of the car died, and he stepped out. His combat boots thudding against the dirt ground. He walked slowly at first, but then saw me, and surged forward.

With his heavy shoulders pressed back, he neared me and I lowered my hands to my side. My muscles tensed under the heat of the sun, and I stared at Pierce. He lowered his glasses, looking me over-I noticed his eyes hesitate over my hips, trailing over my arms and breasts. Swallowing, my throat became dry with nerves. He smirked, letting his lips part to reveal a single gold tooth, his machine hand twitched at his hip. Donald Pierce was the chief of security. Famous for his design of the weapon x-23 after that of the Wolverine, he held a high reputation on his shoulders.  

Pierce cleared his throat, and took a step closer to me, pushing his glasses back up, and slightly tipping his head to the side. “Now… All I’m lookin’ for is a little cooperation, Y/N.”

“You’ve always been the clown of the group, Donnie, but really, what makes you think I’d do anything for you?

He sucked in a small breath, leaning back and furrowing his eyebrows with an exaggerated notion. “Ouch… Now, I thought ’s you was a friend.”  He slow southern accent rolled off his tongue. “I don’t wish to hurt you, y/n.”

“Oh, save me.” I scoffed, frustrated at his games.

He then shot forward. “I need you to hand over them kids now.”

With a deep breath, I pressed my lips together, and growled, “you’re never going to get them.”

“Well… We’ll see ‘bout that.” Nodding to his men, I sucked in a heavy breath, my chest tight from nearly forgetting to breathe. He inched closer to me now, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. His blonde hair blew slightly in the wind, falling over his forehead. He swept a few strands out of his eyes with his machine hand, the slow sound of clicking metal echoing through the air between us. Soldiers stormed into the building behind me, as Pierce inspected my movements.

Realization then filled his eyes, and he shot his eyes behind me. Surging a step forward with such power I flinched, he looked into my face.

Hissing, his words hit my face, and I tried to step away, but he had already wrapped his hand around my chin. “Where. Are. They.”

I glanced back at him, and let a thin smile pull at the edges of my lips. “As I said, you’ll never get them.”

Letting me go, he cursed under his breath and walked away. His strides heavier than before. Soldiers then surrounded me, forcefully clasping my arms behind my back with heavy metal cuffs before they pulled me behind them towards one of the trucks. I saw Pierce watching me from the driver’s seat, his lips pressed to a solid line. Expecting me to fight against their efforts, but I didn’t have the energy to, and something glinted in his eyes.

The children had escaped into the tunnel that lead to the road one mile away, hidden. They had gotten away. That’s what mattered.

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Transigen had taken the cover of a Pediatric Cancer Study research facility when it was built, and from the time before I escaped with the children, I had been able to uncover secrets hidden from the naked eye. This had been with the help of Gabriela Lopez-a nurse who had been working there for 6 years before I had been captured. I found out that she was planning on breaking the children out. She asked me for my help, and I agreed with the promise that I would get out.

She was then shot and killed. That was 3 years ago. Only 2 weeks after she broke us out. After I took the kids and lead them to the abandoned apartment building. Thinking it would be safe for the mean time. But it wasn’t even close to 10 months before they found us again.

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The steel walls surrounding me were brightly lit-squinting my eyes, I tried to move. But the metal cuffs around my wrists and ankles dug into my skin. Sighing, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. Waiting for something other than the ticking of the clock to startle me out of my trance.

Countless hours went by… All in which about 3 different doctors came in. Hooking me up to machines, taking blood, pricking me with needles, exedra. This was before the door unlocked, and slid open with a large figure standing in the way. Adjusting my position, I leaned forward, pushing against my restraints.

Pierce locked the door behind him. Letting the door bolt shut with a heavy thud before he walked over to me. Fiddling with the machines, he pulled a seat over by the table I was laying on; reaching his hands over me, he pulled the IVs from my arms and the metal stickers from my chest. Leaning his elbows against his knees, he then looked at me. His piercing blue eyes shining in the light. I looked away. Afraid that I would stare.

“For a pretty girl like you… You sure put up a hell of a fight.”

“For an asshole like you, you’re paying an awful lot of attention to these kids.”

“I’m liable, now, y/n. You know that. ” His voice was tired, heavy. But amusement still tickled at its edges. He pressed his lips together, mulling over his thoughts. Repeating his words in my head, his thick southern accent lingered in the air, and I found myself breathing heavier. Itching to get out of the metal cuffs.

Pierce then raised his eyes to mine and took a key out of his pocket. Unlocking the cuffs as if he could read my mind. Leaning over me, he looked down, and even with the restraints falling away from my wrists, I stayed as still as a rock.

Pierce suddenly slid his hand under my neck, and I felt my eyes drift closed as he brought my lips to his. I then sat up, and he pulled his arms around my waist. Cinching my back into an arched shape against him. Pushing my fingers through his disheveled hair, I guided them down his face-cupping my palms over his cheekbones and grazing my thumb over his bottom lip as I sucked in a breath.

With a forceful push, I climbed on top of him. Wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned over, leaning against the table. Sliding my feet to the floor, I shoved him back. His arms hung in the air as I moved above him. Grabbing his hands, I pushed them to my hips, allowing his fingers to knot in the belt of my jeans, kissing him deeply for a few seconds. Allowing him to melt under me before parting them, and shoving them to the bedside. He looked up at me with stern eyes, watching my every move. But to block his view, I pressed my lips to his, his tongue moving across my gums and his strong arms pushing against mine. Before he broke my strength, I wrapped the cuffs around his wrists and clicked them shut. Puffing up his chest, his breathing became erratic as he struggled against them. His machine hand contracting into a fist and releasing again, turning and scratching against its counterpart. While he brought his knees up, I pushed my hands down on his chest. I couldn’t help but feel a swell of flustered emotions building up in my chest, anticipation buzzing through my veins. Looking down at him, I let my eyes wonder from his slightly parted lips to the skeleton tattoo on his neck, of which was half hidden underneath his golden chain.

Grazing my fingers along his jaw line, I traced the light brown scruff around his mouth and sat on his lap with my knees pressing into his sides. Leaning down, I kissed the side of his mouth and then bit his bottom lip. I felt him raise his head, his chest rising and falling in large breaths. Trying to push himself against me, a low growl formed in his throat, and I sat up. Keeping my hands on his chest to keep him down for a minute, before moving them to the black buttons of his shirt. Leaning his head back, he raised his chin and sighed heavily through his teeth.

“Darlin-“

“Shut up,” I said in a quiet voice. He stared up at me with confusion, and then anger flushed through his cheeks. But in my concentration, I unbuttoned his shirt. Not paying attention to his sharp gaze, I pushed his shirt away from his shoulders, its short sleeves stretched over his biceps.

Kissing him, I moved my hips over his lap in circular motions, running my fingers down his chest and abdomen. Lacing my hands in his jeans, I felt him squirm under my touch, and I undid his belt. Moving my body down his legs, I tugged at his cargo pants. Pulling them down to his ankles.

I began to kiss the inside of his thighs while palming his member through the fabric of his underwear. Watching him as he strained against his moans, I saw him bite his lip and shut his eyes. A small smile then plastered on my lips. Moving my hand over his member, the fabric of his underwear created friction between us. I looked at him with thirst. While he, with fixed eyes, was full of hunger.

Out of patience, I nearly ripped off his underwear. Teasing him with my hot lips. Kissing down his hip, he gasped for air and moved against me. I set my hands against him, holding him down. Grunting as I kissed his tip, curse words flowed off his tongue, and I slithered mine down his shaft. Trailing with my hand, I guided his member to the back of my mouth. Pushing deeper, the insides of my cheeks hummed against his shaft.

I felt his muscles tense under my hand that rested on his stomach. He struggled to gain grounding-yet so close to releasing, he groaned and fell back. I moved my mouth away from him, and sweat slid from his brow.

Throbbing against my panties, I became wet with anticipation. Watching him, I felt my chest tighten. I almost left him there… I could have just left. I was thinking about how they would find him. Laying on the table, cuffed down. Naked with his shirt unbuttoned at his sides and his pants at his ankles. Tracing his jawline, his scruff scratched at my skin, and I cleared my throat. With desire filling my stomach, I moved my fingers down his arm. He strained against my touch. His skin sensitive. Grazing his forearm, I looked at the cuff with curiosity as to what would happen if I unlocked him from its clutches. He must have been thinking the same thing, or what he would do. He had lost patience. His breath erratic and quick, his eyes watching me like a hawk.

Sighing, I reached for the key that was now cold from sitting on the tray beside the table. I picked it up, palming it for a second before putting it in between my teeth. Slowly sliding my pants to the floor, I kicked my underwear aside. Letting a shiver travel up my back and goose bumps rise on my legs before climbing onto Pierce’s lap.

Moving over him, I aligned him to my entrance before sitting down. He groaned, hissing through his teeth.

“Fuck.” He called out, as my throbbing walls pressed tightly around him. “Fucking let. Me. Go.” His voice became hard, forceful, and I slid the key into the lock of the cuff that held his human hand.

His arm shot up, wrapping itself around my neck, and I opened my lips. Choking against his touch. He sat up, smashing his mouth on mine, and I began thrusting my hips slowly. Forgetting of his machine hand that still lay in the cuff.

Taking the key from my hand, he let himself go. Throwing the key onto the floor before moving his machine hand onto my breast. The cold metal pressed into my soft flesh, the pads on the bottom of his fingers grazing over my nipples. Pierce closed his eyes. Kissing the corner of my mouth, he grabbed my hips, leaning me back as he moved his mouth down to my collar bones. His knees were arched up now, his hips angled into mine.

Scratching my nails down his back, I leaned my head back and arched my back, letting his teeth graze against my chest, as he moved his machine hand down my stomach. Stopping at my clit, I gasped as he scraped over it, sending shockwaves through my body. Massaging my lips with his machine hand, I made circular motions over his member. Gently thrusting as I leaned into him. An orgasm went through my muscles, and I shook under his touch. His lips numb and damp against mine as we kissed each other eagerly. I bit down on his bottom lip as I orgasmed, knotting my fingers through his hair.

His thick southern accent filled my mouth as he kissed me. “You feel so good, baby.” A soft growl then vibrated in his throat and he arched himself up, pressing his human hand around the back of my neck. The muscles in his arm flexed as he held my head up. Pressing our bodies closer together-I moved against him in more desperate motions and he chuckled under his breath. “Cum for me baby.” Bucking my hips slightly, I pressed my face into his shoulder. My clit throbbed as he pulled his metal fingers away. Throwing me over his side, my back landed against the table, and he pulled my legs to the edge. Holding them over his shoulders, I lowered my head and felt him push inside of me. Slamming against me, his nails dug into my thighs as he held me close. His breath gruff as he thrust his hips in a rhythm until he felt pleasure moving through his body in waves.

Letting my legs go, they fell to his side, and his hands fell to the side of my hips. With a few hard thrusts, his whole body shook. Pulling out, he let himself ejaculate onto my stomach. I felt his warm cum drip onto the side of the table.

Lowering himself down, I sat up, attempting to see what he was doing before his pushed my legs open and began kissing and the inside of my thighs. With a small whimper, I dug my fingers into his hair, holding on with tight knots as he moved his tongue over my clit. Pushing his machine fingers into me, he grabbed onto my hip with his human hand and began to suck at the sensitive skin around my clit. Nipping at my lips between my legs.

He then muttered against the inside of my leg, “I’m not done with you yet, Darlin.”

He pushed his fingers deeper into me. With my clit already over-sensitive from earlier, electricity ran through my veins and I groaned. I gasped for air as another orgasm rippled through me, and I pulled at his hair. He kissed me gently. Massaging my entrance-his machine fingers now slippery with cum as it dripped from his fingertips. Pulling his hand out, he sighed. Sucking the metal free of my juice. Closing his eyes, he sat me up with his other hand, standing in between my legs.

Letting his machine hand fall from his lips, I watched him as a small smirk parted his lips. “You taste so good, sweetheart.”

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Soldiers suddenly began storming through the halls of the facility, as Donnie picked up the key from the ground. His pants hanging tightly around his hips, and his shirt tucked into them. I pulled my shirt over my head from the ground. Buttoning my jeans, and brushing my hand through my messy hair.

“Your plan worked, I see.” He looked out the window. Scrunching his eyebrows, and I walked up to him. Taking his machine hand, and rubbing his fingers with a clean cloth. He looked down and then shook his head. I wiped my cum from his palm, and he smirked at me. Pulling my face to his for a kiss, before smacking my butt as I walked away.

“I told you, if they trusted me, they’d believe me.”

“I just don’ get how you could be so damn heartless baby.”

“You tell me, Donnie.” Raising my eyebrow, I threw the cloth in the trash. Rubbing my shoulder, I sat up on the table. Sighing. “I don’t know.”

“You alrigh’?” Donnie walked to me, holding my face gently in the palm of his human hand.

“They had no idea.” I looked up at him. “No idea it was an ambush. No idea, that the whole time I was with you.” I paused. “No idea that the tunnel wouldn’t end up on the road. But instead here…”

“Baby, they ain’t gonna matter. We have to get em off the map.”

“I know. I know.” He kissed my forehead and then smirked.

“That was s’ some pretty good actin” Pressing his hand on my thigh, he leaned forward. “We should do it more often…”

“Shut up, Pierce.” Sliding from underneath him, I walked toward the door. Looking through the window, and slowly unlocking the door as soon as the hall was cleared of the mutant children being brought in.

Donald watched me leave. The door shut behind me, and he cocked his head to the side. Biting the inside of his cheek, he suddenly cleared his throat and followed my trail.

How to Kill the MCAT in 5 Weeks

Hey everyone! Sorry for the lack of posting these past few months. It’s been a whirlwind, with schoolwork, starting to apply to medical school (HCEC >__>), studying and taking the MCAT, writing an honors thesis, preparing another manuscript for publication, etc. I’m happy to say that I’m (mostly) back and will be trying to answer all of your questions! But this post is mostly dedicated to how I studied and prepared for the MCAT. While a lot of people spend months preparing for the exam, I didn’t start studying until the beginning of winter break and spent only 5 weeks (albeit a brutal 5 weeks) preparing for the exam. Scores were released yesterday, and I’ll just say that I’m very happy with my score. I’ll be discussing many aspects of how I prepared, and hopefully it’ll help someone out there.

1. Classes

If you really think about it, studying for the MCAT should really just be review. You’ve learned 95% of the material in your classes before, so re-learning it shouldn’t be as hard as the first time. In my opinion, the new MCAT really favors students who work in research labs since there are a lot of passages that require data interpretation. The exam seems also to focus heavily on biochemistry. I was lucky and took biochem just this past fall, along with another course called “Nutrition and Disease” (NS4410). Surprisingly, a lot of the content in NS4410 ended up being on the MCAT as well. Having taken biochem so recently, most of it was fresh in my head so it was not nearly as difficult to learn as it should have been. Realistically, you probably will only really remember material from classes you took from the past year - anything past that you’ll likely have to re-learn. My recommendation would be to take biochemistry right before the exam, since it is such an important component on the MCAT and you want it fresh in your mind. What is on the MCAT is really just a watered down version of all your premed classes - don’t forget that. It may seem like a monster to study for, but all the knowledge is somewhere in your brain - you just have to dust it off.

2. Study Materials

Personally, I am a self-studier. I’ve never done well with prep courses. I don’t really know why, but for some reason I think there’s always a part of me that feels like I’m getting ripped off since they are so expensive. There’s no reason you can’t self-study, especially since that’s what you do during the school year. As for me, I decided to go with the full set of books from ExamKrackers (EK) and Kaplan, which together totaled around $350 (vs. a $2000 Kaplan course). EK, in my opinion, is great because they explain everything so well and succinctly and are able to cover 95% of what is on the exam in half the length of other prep material. EK splits each book into chapters, and each book consists of anywhere from 4-7 chapters (each 60-70 pages long). For example, chemistry (organic and inorganic were combined) had 7 chapters and consisted of around 450 pages of content. The organic chemistry book alone for Kaplan, on the other hand, was 400 pages (general chemistry was ~600 pages). Since I was trying to get through all of the content within 2-3 weeks, EK was great because it was so short. EK also had practice passages in the back, which aren’t the same as the actual exam (they’re a bit more difficult) but are good for practice. I used Kaplan mostly for practice, since the full book set also came with online materials (including 3 full length tests). What I didn’t like about Kaplan was how long it was (as I mentioned before) and how detailed it went. They seemed to focus much more on facts unlike EK which focused on concepts. I also bought both full-length tests from AAMC (which together cost $60).

The one comment I have is about the psychology and sociology section is that I felt neither really adequately covered what I was tested. I had bought the Kaplan books because I heard they covered the psych/soc sections much better, but in the end there were a ton of terms on the actual test that weren’t covered in the books. I think this will improve as time goes on and more tests are released, as the test companies will get a better understanding of what is actually on the test.

3. Study Schedule

I set a very strict schedule for myself. I began studying the day after I got home from my last final. I studied every single day of winter break, 10-12 hours a day for 5 weeks straight (there were about 3 days [holidays] where I only studied ~4 hours). It’s brutal and takes discipline, but for me, this was the right decision since I knew spreading it out over the course of 3 months would be excruciating and I wouldn’t be able to retain the information as well. I promised myself that I would work through 2 chapters of EK each day, which is around 120-140 pages of content and I thought was very reasonable (I’m also a bit of a slow reader). At this rate, I was able to finish all the content in 2.5 weeks. After going through all the material, I took a single full-length practice test from Kaplan. The next day, I reviewed the test and spent the next week and a half going over every single subject again (doing 1 subject, like physics, every day). This entailed redoing all the practice passages in EK, all the book problems in the Kaplan books, and all the practice online passages for Kaplan that pertained to that subject. I spent the entire last week doing the other passages (the remaining 2 full-length Kaplan and the 2 full-length AAMC). I did a test every other day, and every day in-between I would go over the previous day’s test. On days that I did tests, I would watch a movie afterwards (as a reward for having just taken a 7.5 hour test), eat, and then go straight to sleep.

4. Practice

The best way you can study is practice. A realization I had while studying for the MCAT was that this, like many other standardized tests, is one that can be learned. There are very obvious patterns to questions (especially in CARS), and EK was great at giving you pointers for choosing the right answer. It’s tricky because something as simple as a single word could mean that an answer is wrong. So much of the MCAT is strategy and endurance, so be sure to take multiple full-length tests. Diversifying your study materials will help you adapt to different types of tests. For me, CARS was my weakest section, and I needed tons of additional help on it. I used Khan Academy’s free materials (they have 50+ passages you can practice on). Also be sure to review answers you got right (and why you got them right) in addition to the answers you got wrong. The two AAMC full-length tests are very good predictors of how you will do, in my opinion. There aren’t many full-length tests out there, so treat them preciously. Once you take one, you can’t really take it again as if it were “new.” It’s important that you don’t take a full-length test until you finish reviewing all the material at least once because there’s really no point in taking it if you’re going to get a bunch of questions wrong. On days that you take full-length tests, try to emulate test day. Go to sleep early the night before, wake up early, eat breakfast, find a quiet spot you can work for several hours, and begin your test before 8AM. Do NOT go on your phone or on the internet during your breaks. Treating the test as if it were real helps with mental preparation for the actual test along with time management.

To put things in perspective, I scored a 506 on my full-length Kaplan test, which was 2.5 weeks before my actual test. Following a week of review of all the content, I scored another 506 on a Kaplan test (which was pretty discouraging). I next took the scored AAMC test, which I scored a 513 on. I took another Kaplan test and scored a 510, and my final AAMC test I scored ~518 (it’s not scored, but that’s the approximate score according to the percentages). Improvement can be quick and drastic when you’re taking multiple full length tests.

5. Test Day

How you treat test day plays a large part in how well you will do. This is where taking practice tests and treating it like the real thing helps. For me, I had been taking practice tests for the entire week so it was kind of like just waking up and taking another practice test. Trust that you’re prepared, even if you don’t 100% feel it (no one ever feels 100% prepared going into these tests!). I went to bed early, but was pretty nervous and woke up a few times during the night. I didn’t feel particularly tired, however, and I felt surprisingly calm going into the testing center (besides the normal level of nerves). I know it’s easy to say “stay calm” when it feels like your future is on the line, but just take a deep breath every time you feel your heart beat getting a bit faster. Mentality is everything. There will be a surprising amount of security at the test center, but just roll with it. The testing center will have noise cancelling headphones, but since you’re in a pretty quiet room I didn’t find them necessary (I actually put them on for a second but found them to be quite uncomfortable, and I had been studying at a noisy Barnes & Noble so I was used to any noise). People may be coming in and out of the room (quietly), so try to request a computer farther away from the door. Once you start, just let your instincts take over. You’ve been preparing for this - you know how to do it, you’ve just spent weeks/months studying!

Here’s my biggest piece of advice: realize that every single question on that test has an answer and can be answered. If you read a question and are very confused because nothing in your studies covered the topic, then the answer is in the passage. The MCAT will NOT give you a question that cannot be answered. If the question seems to be discrete but you just seemingly can’t figure out the answer, refer back to the passage and look for the answer. It’s there! I promise!

At the end of the MCAT, you will have the option to void your score. Resist your temptation to void your score. No one ever feels good coming out of that test - it’s absolutely normal. You’ve worked so hard for the test - trust that your preparation was sufficient. Unless you actually like fell asleep and didn’t answer 50% of the test, do NOT void your score.

6. Post-MCAT

Congratulations! You’re done!!! Go and celebrate! Do something to take your mind off all things MCAT! I went and saw a broadway show with a friend, and it was amazing. The next month of waiting will be excruciating, but you’ll get through it! The day of score release, I had such bad anxiety the entire day (I had woken up at least 8 times the night before). When my score came out, the website crashed and I wasn’t able to see my score for over an hour (which was the worst). When I finally saw my score, however, I was ecstatic. All my hard work had paid off, and to be perfectly honest, I was crying tears of joy. If you’ve worked as hard as you can, then be confident that you’ll be happy too.

I hope this helps someone out there. I won’t post my score right now (perhaps after I get accepted somewhere), but I will say that my score will allow me to be competitive at the top 10 schools. The MCAT is intimidating, but it’s possible to crush it if you work hard. Put things in perspective: this is only the first of many tests you’ll have to take if you want to be a doctor. It’s just a stepping stone in your career, and you’ve already made it this far.

DS