If I walked into a gigantic library with rows upon rows of books containing most all of recorded human knowledge, I’d lose my mind. But I don’t get the same feeling every time I launch my internet browser
I was walking to the library and I passed this super buff guy walking alone with headphones on and I could hear him singing something and when I got closer it ended up that he was singing That Would Be Enough to himself
Summary: In a world where soulmates can share thoughts, you never imagined that the sweet voice in your head would belong to a guy like Jungkook.
Word count: 1.5k words
You dropped your backpack beside you, and it landed on the ground with a loud thunk. Sighing quietly, you collapsed onto a beanbag (because your university was trendy enough to have them in the library) and tried not to cry. Your body sank into the soft material of the beanbag, and you wished you could just disappear.
The sunlight streaming in from the window beside you doused you in warmth, and soon you felt yourself slipping into sleep.
“Rough day?” a voice rang through your head. Your lips quirked into a smile, your earlier hardships completely forgotten.
It was a rare moment when soulmates shared thoughts. No one really understood the science of soulmates–the mechanics of thought-sharing, in particular. It was just a universally accepted phenomenon, and you thought it was beautiful.
Yeah, you could say that, you thought, hoping your soulmate would be able to hear you. Sometimes, all you got was a passing thought, and sometimes you were able to have conversations. There was only one limitation–you could never share your identity.
Still, you tried and tried and tried. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.
“What happened?” your soulmate asked, his sweet voice making you blush. You thought his voice was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you wondered if the boy was just as beautiful.
Just…life. University’s hard, you know? you replied. The little information you knew about your soulmate was this: he was around your age, also in university, studying music and dance, liked anime, exercised a lot.
“Trust me, I feel that,” came his response, and it sounded almost amused. “But you’ll be okay.”
For the next few minutes, you tried to think of something to ask him. You hoped he couldn’t hear your embarrassing thoughts. His thoughts were silent too, and you knew the connection had been lost.
Smiling sadly, you stood up and grabbed your bag. Your encounter with your soulmate, however brief, was enough to energize you. Ready to face the rest of the day, you walked out of the library. Your thoughts lingered back to your soulmate, and you wondered if he was thinking about you, too.
Your phone blared loudly, and you startled awake. Still disoriented, your heart thumped wildly as you searched blindly for your phone. Finally, you located it on your nightstand. Squinting at the bright screen, you saw that you had an incoming call from your roommate.
“Hello?” you mumbled, pressing your phone to the side of your face.
“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?” Jieun exclaimed, her excited voice too loud so early in the morning. “Well, since you’re up, we can talk! Y/N, you’ll never guess what just happened.”
You sighed, flopping back onto your bed. “So tell me,” you said blandly.
“You’re no fun,” Jieun pouted. “Okay! So. I just slept with Jungkook! Let me tell you, the rumours are true. He’s great in bed and he does this thing–”
“Wow! Cool!” you squeaked, quickly cutting her off. You did not need to know about Jieun–or Jungkook’s–sex life. “Is that a good idea, though? I know you’re low-key crushing on him, but Jungkook doesn’t do relationships, right?”
“I don’t know, Jieun,” you replied slowly. “Be careful, because with a guy like Jungkook, you’re only gonna get hurt.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” she snorted. You could hear rustling in the background as Jieun moved. “He’s a major fuckboy. I’m trying not to catch feelings, but he’s so damn hot.”
You grunted in agreement.
“Oh, Y/N, can you do me a favour?” Jieun asked suddenly. “I’m going straight to school from Jungkook’s flat. Could you bring me a change of clothes and, like, mouthwash or something?”
“Yeah, sure,” you yawned, getting up to go to Jieun’s room. “I’ll be at school in like an hour. Should I just meet you in the music building?”
Jieun was majoring in music, since she was such a great singer.
“Yep!” she chirped. “Thank you so much, Y/N. You’re the bestest friend ever!”
You walked aimlessly through the music building, a bag full of clothes and toiletries on your back, as you searched for the room number Jieun had sent you earlier. It was a practice room, and the hall you were moving through seemed endless.
In the distance, you could hear the sound of someone singing. As you continued forwards, the voice became clearer and clearer. The person had a beautiful voice. It was clear and melodious, floating softly through the air.
It tugged at the back of your mind, like a faint memory. It was almost like a weird sense of deja vu, and you struggled to recall why.
Then–it hit you.
This was the voice you had been hearing in your head your entire life–the one you had listen to transform over the years. Your soulmate was here.
Your heart thundered in your chest as you practically ran, following the sound of your soulmate’s beautiful voice. It led you to a door that was slightly ajar. Your soulmate was still singing, completely unaware that you were just outside the room, listening.
For a moment, you stopped, not entirely sure if you were ready to meet your soulmate. It was supposed to be the most beautiful moment in life, and it felt strange that your meeting wasn’t going to be spontaneous.
Still, your curiosity got the better of you. You peered through the crack in the doorway, searching for the owner of the voice.
Before you, Jungkook stood. His profile was facing you, the light from the window behind him highlighting his features. Jungkook was beautiful.
Then, you turned away. You could feel your heart breaking already. A guy like Jungkook didn’t believe in soulmates, if his sexual escapades were any indication.
So you left, locating Jieun’s practice room and placing the bag in front of it. As quickly as you had come, you exited the building, headed towards the library to drown yourself in work. You wanted to forget–forget who he was, forget about soulmates, forget about the future you had hoped for.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly spoke, clear in your mind.
You pushed his thoughts away, keeping your mind blank as possible as you hurried through the quad with your head cast down. You didn’t want to indulge in something you could never truly have.
You spent the entire day in the library, alternating between working and staring blankly at the textbooks in front of you. You had forgotten to eat that day, so when you finally staggered out of the library, you were exhausted and hungry. The walk home was quiet. The sun had set a long time ago, although you weren’t entirely sure what time it was.
Once you reached your apartment, you were surprised to find the front door unlocked. You and Jieun didn’t live in the best part of town, so you were always sure to lock the door whenever you came and went.
You turned the knob, and the door creaked as it opened. As you stepped through the threshold, you stumbled over a pair of shoes that were haphazardly strewn on the ground.
“Y/N!” Jieun exclaimed in surprise, sounding breathless.
At that, you looked up.
In front of you, Jieun was pressed against the wall, shirtless, as some guy was leaning over her, his lips attached to her neck. The guy turned towards you once he noticed Jieun’s stillness.
It was Jungkook.
“Oh my god, Y/N! I’m so sorry,” Jieun rambled, pushing Jungkook off her as she reached down to grab her shirt that had been discarded. “I thought you weren’t coming home tonight, since you were so late!”
“D-don’t worry,” you stammered, your voice wavering. You kept your eyes on Jieun, trying not to look at Jungkook. You could feel his heavy gaze on you. “I can stay with Rose or something, it’s not a problem. I’ll j-just leave–”
Suddenly, Jungkook was in front of you, pushing you backwards until your back hit the wall. His face was morphed into shock, even awe, before he schooled his features back into indifference. Jungkook peered over you, his large frame blocking your line of vision. You were forced to look at him, and his eyes were burning into you yours.
“You’re my soulmate!?” he demanded, his normally sweet voice rumbling. The person he was in your mind was completely different than the boy who stood in front of you. “Answer me!”
“Yes,” you whispered, your voice faltering. You continued, your voice stronger, “I am.”
“Fuck,” Jungkook spat, leaning back. He stepped away from you, returning to the front door where he slipped into his shoes. Jungkook turned back to you, and when he spoke, his voice was cold. “I’m not the guy I pretend to be. So do us both a favour and stay the fuck away. Forget this every happened.”
With that, Jungkook exited the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You stood, back still against the wall. You could hear Jieun talking to you, but she sounded far away. But for the first time, your mind was completely blank.
You decided you hated the silence.
- Girl in Luv
Thanks for reading! I think I’ll continue this story…I hate sad endings. When I first imagined this story, it seemed like it could be a longer piece? Maybe I’ll rewrite it or make it a chaptered thing…what do you guys think?
Maybe some time around the age of 16 Remus’s transformations stop leaving him weak and hollow
In fact, they start to have the opposite effect
Not that Remus notices; as usual his brilliant mind is always quietly occupied
But Sirius notices
Merlin Sirius notices
It starts with his shoulders, he can’t help but eye the way they sit a little broader when Remus stands up straight
Then it’s his forearms, Sirius can see the tendons stand out a little when Remus lies on the sofa and holds his book above his head.
After the next full moon, it’s his biceps - they start pushing against his shirt when he leans over his potions essay, and Sirius’s mouth all but drops to the floor
Suddenly it’s hard to be around Remus, literally, without feeling a tightness growing in his trousers
The boys sit opposite each other in the library for hours, an endless pile of homework and exam prep leaving them caught in a dizzying cycle of work, eat, sleep
They all need some relief, but fuck Sirius needs a very specific kind of relief
Exams are so close, and he has to focus, but just a look at Remus could flick a switch in his body
Even his hands, somehow his hands look bigger, stronger
Sirius starts biting down hard on his lip each time his eyes drift to his boyfriend in class, or the library, or the common room (okay, just about everywhere)
But after half a day his bottom lip becomes red and puffy
Instead Sirius finds himself disappearing to the toilets to splash cold water on his face more often than he’d like to admit
When Remus’s arm winds protectively around him as they walk down a busy corridor, he has to bite back a whine
And when Remus strolls out of the shower one morning, a towel slung low around his hips, Sirius just sits and stares
Because his chest, Christ his chest has transformed
And it was all Sirius could do not to go over there and beg Remus to deal with his painfully hard arousal, right there in front of James and Peter
And when Remus caught him, eyes roving greedily across his bare skin and freshly tousled hair, he just stared right back and winked
Sirius rolled over in bed and bit down so hard on his pillow he could have torn it apart
This day was particularly torturous, and it didn’t help that the summer heat had Remus loosening the top few buttons of his shirt
Or that, in transfiguration, his hand had been resting high on Sirius’s thigh the whole time Frank was explaining petrification.
Or that, as they walked to the library, Remus slid Sirius’s bag from his shoulder and slung it easily across his own, winding an arm around his waist
By time they sat down Sirius was almost at breaking point, his frustration had his heart beating overtime and his head cloudy
He cast his eyes down, trying desperately to ignore his boyfriend’s newly broadened shoulders, or his tight, hard chest
Or the way his arms looked when he stretched out like that, fuck
Sirius’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as he stood up, muttering half an excuse about the bathroom
He didn’t feel connected to his feet as they carried him through the library, eyebrows furrowed and head fuzzy
He didn’t notice Remus until his fingers were locked around his wrists, and his whole body tugged sideways
Sirius’s soft moan of surprise was muffled by Remus’s lips, which collided with his before he could even gather his surroundings
Remus’s hand travelled to Sirius’s neck, his thumb pressing gently into the soft skin, while his other grasped at his hips
Sirius thought his legs would give way at any moment
Just as abruptly as it began, Remus drew away, focusing his burning eyes on Sirius
“You keep disappearing.” He murmured “And you won’t look at me.”
He pressed a thumb to Sirius’s puffy bottom lip “You’re not telling me something Sirius.”
Again, Remus’s hand slid back to Sirius’s neck, a gentle pressure aiding the fuzzy euphoria Sirius felt at his touch
“Tell me.” He growled.
When his face blurred back into view, an almost delirious Sirius saw Remus’s expression harden
“I can take it.” He said, lowly
Sirius frowned, still breathless, resisting the urge to buck his hips into Remus’s warm, gorgeous body
“It’s you.” He murmured, looking down
Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt ashamed
“You’ve changed and I can’t - I can’t cope. It’s not that I didn’t like you before, I love you whatever you - what ever you look like - and you were always gorgeous, but now you’re just, you’re just kind of perfect and it’s just” Remus’s proximity making Sirius almost incoherent.
“…it’s just your shoulders got bigger, and your arms, and I can’t stop, I can’t focus and I know you just want to work and there’s no time for it so I was trying not to bother you but fuck Remus.”
“What?” Remus’s hand tilted Sirius’s chin up, forcing him to meet his confused gaze.
Sirius shuttered under his boyfriend’s newly bulky frame
“You’re not…” Remus frowned. “I thought you liked someone else.”
Sirius nearly choked. “What?” He spluttered.
“Remus” He snapped, taking control and pushing himself closer to the boy. “I can’t focus on anything but you. I can’t study, I can’t sleep, I can’t look at you in class without…” Sirius groaned and pushed his hips against Remus, using his hard arousal to illustrate his point.
Sirius pressed frantic kisses into to the soft skin on Remus’s neck. “And when you came out of the shower today…”
Sirius’s sentence ended in a gasp as his back hit a smooth, cool wall. Remus’s warm mouth was at his neck, his hands pressing down his sides, their bodies flush against each other
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Remus growled. “Why didn’t you let me help you?”
Sirius only moaned in response as Remus’s thigh found its way between his legs, pressing teasingly against him
“Sirius.” Remus growled again. “Why?”
“You were…busy.” Sirius groaned, feeling Remus grip his chin.
“Look at me.” Remus ordered, his eyes burning. “I am never too busy for you, Sirius Black.”
Sirius looked at his boyfriend, panting. His hips bucked into Remus, and he tried to connect their lips again, but he felt a strong hand push him back, denying him.
“Now, say it back to me.” Ordered Remus. “I’m never too busy to fuck you, say it back.”
Sirius shuttered, Remus telling him what to do was just, fuck.
“You’re never too busy to fuck me.” Sirius’s need was turning his voice into a desperate whine, but Remus didn’t move.
His eyes burned into Sirius’s, and his voice was low and threatening. “Next time you need me, you’re going to tell me, okay? You’re going to say: ‘Remus, I need you to fuck me now.’ And I’m then going to fuck you, okay?”
Sirius’s eyes almost rolled upwards, his whole body was trembling.
“Remus,” Sirius managed to whisper, somewhat calmly. “I need you to fuck me now.”
Sirius shuttered as he felt Remus grip the back of his thighs, easily lifting Sirius up and pressing him against the wall, his legs now hooked around his waist.
15.03.2017 // my classes finish at 1:30 on wednesdays so i went for a little walk to the state library + muji (bought a few things inc. graph paper, black eraser, brush pen and another 0.5 black gel pen)
Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?
Word Count: a little over 2k
Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.
You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?
Summary: (33- “Bite me” “If you insist.”) Ever since you moved next door to Baekhyun, you have been the victim of his teasing and you had enough.
A/N: Hey everyone, this is my first one shot from the prompt list I posted a couple days ago. I will try to post the other requests soon (btw I didn’t proofread so sorry if there are any mistakes). Enjoy!
You run into school late, your hair everywhere and your breathing rigid. It’s your first time being late, your alarm clock not ringing for some reason.
Thankfully, you get to class before the teacher arrived. You walk into the chaotic classroom full of rowdy students talking, laughing, and throwing things around. You walk to your seat in the front of the classroom, planning on just studying when suddenly a body steps in front of you.
“Hey Y/N,” smirks Baekhyun.
You roll your eyes, not wanting to deal with him so early in the morning. “Move Baekhyun.”
Tips for Surviving College (With a Mental Illness)
Don’t compare yourself to other students. Just don’t do it. Because of your mental health, there will always be things that are more difficult for you than other students. Waking up early, keeping track of assignments, staying focused and motivated, socializing outside of class, joining clubs. All of these are things that can be harder for students with mental illness. It’s important to just pay attention to yourself and make sure you’re meeting the goals you set for yourself.
Walk as much as you can. Go for short walks around campus, walk to class instead of taking the bus or driving, walk around the library in between studying. Just get up and walk. It’s important to get in exercise where you can and walking is a great way to boost endorphins.
Know the attendance policy for each of your classes. Within the first week of class try to figure out how each professor takes attendance. Is it at the beginning of class, end of class? Is there a seating chart (seriously) or is it just writing in your name? Is there a daily quiz? Perfect attendance isn’t always attainable so it’s important to know not only how many days you can miss or be late, but how you can get around that. If you’re just having a bad mental health day it’s good to know when you can get a friend to sign you in so you don’t lose attendance points.
Have a “backup buddy” in each of your classes. On the first day of class or at least before the first test, make sure you get the phone number and email of two classmates. Not only is it good to meet new people, these are the people who will be your lifeline. Did you miss class or just completely zone out and need the notes? Do you need someone to sign you in? Did you abandon your bullet journal and forget all of the due dates? It’s crucial that you have TWO people you can reach (in case one or the other can’t help you) when you have a question you can’t ask your professor.
Know your professors!!! Introduce yourself first day of class (so it can be short and sweet) or go during office hours (so there aren’t a lot of people). Professors are a lot more willing to help you out if you’ve at least tried to establish a relationship with them. You’ll be closer with some more than others but if you ever have to send out a panicked email it’s important your professor can put a face to the name. If you ever have an emergency and need an extension it’s a lot more likely to get one this way. Bonus: also get to know your TA or GA if they’re the ones grading your assignments.
Take your medicine, see your therapist/psychiatrist. College is too stressful to go without the medical treatment that you need. If you can’t afford treatment, most universities have counseling clinics where you can get free or cheap treatment from grad students. Many university health centers also have psychiatrists you can see cheaply. At my university I see a grad student LPC for free and get to see a psychiatrist for $10 an appointment. Your therapist can also write letters in case your professor or school needs proof of treatment or anything like that.
Register with your school’s disability services. I’ve met a lot of students with depression or anxiety who had no idea that disability could apply to them. Mental illness is a disability! Registering with Disability is invaluable. You can get access to tutoring, support groups, peer mentors, and most importantly: accommodations. If you get really bad test anxiety you can arrange to take your test privately either proctored by someone in disability services or in your professor’s office. Extensions can sometimes be made for assignments in case you have an emergency like a panic attack or other life disrupting episode.
Whether you need accommodation or not, I strongly urge you to register with disability in case something happens. If you need to drop your classes or were unable to and end up failing because of your health, being registered with disability can mean your bad semester can be “forgiven,” essentially meaning you can go on medical leave.
Have a family member or friend for a support system. Outside of your therapist or DS, have someone who you can vent to. Have someone to buy you ice cream and tell you everything is going to be okay. Have someone who can tell you you’re beautiful and perfect the way you are, whether that’s your mom or even someone on tumblr. There are people all around who care about you.
Know that you are wonderful and brave and have already accomplished so much just by getting into college. About 1 in 4 adults have a mental illness: you are not alone. Even if it might feel like you’re the only one having a hard time, there are hundreds of students all around you going through the same thing.
Queen of Wands is like that creative spark of energy. Your summer bonfire. Fireworks on the Fourth of July. She’s full of passion, energy and sparkle. Warm, friendly, and has the ability to charm her way. She’s also fiercely loyal. Sociable. She’s the best friend you know you can confide in and she will just hug you so tight while making plans in her head to either cheer you up or go after the boy who made you cry.
She is a force to be reckoned with. She is the lioness who will always protect her cubs. She will defend the underdog. She’s like a field of wildflowers and dancing in the rain. She’s like the scent of sweet amber and sandalwood musk; sensual and romantic.
Astrologically speaking, she represents the Fire Signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius
Queen of Cups is like the perfect temperature of pool water. It’s not too hot or too cold, it’s comfortable. She’s like… that like feeling you have when walking into your grandmother’s house and smelling fresh baked cookies. She is the mom of the group. Her friends are her family, and her family is everything. She is homelike and nurturing. She’s like that feeling you get after you walk in the door from a long day at work and you take off your heels and bra. It’s like total comfort. She’s the care package your mom sent when you moved away for college. She’s like a vase of beautiful roses. She is the sound and tranquility of a quiet babbling brook, but her emotions can be dark and strong like a raging river. She’s beautiful and compassionate.
Astrologically speaking, she
represents the Water Signs: Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces
Queen of Swords is like that quick-witted girl you wish you could be more like. Have you ever played a scenario in your head over and over about what you should have said? Or like 3 hours later, you come up with a brilliant comeback? She already thought of those brilliant words, said them, and walked away. She’s like the sharp-tongued Great Aunt who cuts through the BS and won’t put up with it. She’s also quite clever, bit quirky, always thinking, and figuring things out.
While the Queen of Wands can put on the charm to get her way, the Queen of Swords uses intellect and reason.
She is a woman of her word. She means what she says, and says what she means. She has a good heart and has the best intentions, but would rather not sugarcoat things. She’s like the cool, crisp air in the early morning.
Astrologically speaking, she
represents the Air Signs: Gemini, Libra, Aquarius
Queen of Pentacles is like walking into an old library and breathing in that familiar scent of books. Or a stack of money. She’s the boss lady. She has great work ethic and incredible dedication. She is seen as the “roots” of the family. The Matriarch. Where the Queen of Cups is the mother, this is the grandmother. The top lady that everyone respects and values. Someone who is grounded, stable. She’s the valedictorian at your high school and voted most likely to succeed. She is practical. She’s the foundation of the strongest building. She can be stubborn and set in her ways, but she can see what others cannot. She is down to earth, wise beyond her years, and very responsible. She is like the root of the strongest oak tree.
It’s possible that she’s not wealthy in a monetary sense, but her wisdom and life experiences make her the richest woman in the world.
Astrologically speaking, she
represents the Earth Signs: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn