#what is this like a procrastination thing

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ａｒｔ ｄｅｃｏ ♡

♡ Pairing: roommate!hyunjin x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Genre: smut/fluff

♡ Summary: You and Hyunjin are roommates, nothing more...and that's alright. At least that's what you tell yourselves. You've survived the last year by pretending you don't want each other, telling yourselves that the other's not interested. Your delusion's fully intact when Hyunjin catches you up late one night working on a project. He offers to help you research your subject, deepen your knowledge so to speak, but there's much more to it than that.

♡ Word Count: 4k-ish

♡ Warnings: playful teasing, use of an aphrodisiac, hyunjin can get a lil bossy, jealous hyunjin, making out, finger licking, nipple play, dry humping, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), pussy drunk hyunjin, things get very wet, fingering, clit play, low key body worship, a lil manhandling, unprotected sex, rough sex, marking, creampie, they're both quite needy, overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetie, good girl, pretty girl).

♡ A/N: Hello my darlings. So this fic is a request that's a part of my 3.4k follower celebration which you can find on my page if you wanna put a request in! Thank you to @owlbeforsunrise for requesting this and for being so genuinely supportive of me with my writing. Love you so much xoxo

Procrastination. It’s your worst enemy. You had weeks to get this project done but it was always one thing or another and before you knew it the clock was counting down. Now it’s half past midnight and you’re stationed at your kitchen table, legs kicked up and a sketch pad in your lap.

The subjects of your current drawing are nestled in a medium sized wooden bowl, swirls of mahogany dancing in harmony with the collection of glistening pomegranates resting within. Pressing the button on the side of your headphones, you skip to the next song, humming along as it picks up, your colored pencil scratching away all the while. 

Hyunjin thinks you’re cute like this. With your messy hair and mismatched pajamas. You’re running on the last bit of an iced Americano and feel like absolute death but to him you couldn’t be cuter. He knows that even from behind. It’s not nice for roommates to sneak up on each other but you and Hyunjin never quite got around to the whole “setting boundaries” thing. 

Resting a hand on the back of your chair, Hyunjin leans over your shoulder, lifting one of your earphones to whisper, “Boo.” 

You jump a bit but immediately still yourself, readjusting in your seat to play it off. “Boo yourself” you huff, refusing to look in his direction.

“Scared ya?” he asks, grinning at the defiant look on your face. He was mistaken when he thought you couldn’t get cuter. You’re much cuter when you’re mad. 

You turn to him, lips tight, eyes narrowed, “Don’t you have something better to do? Drink cement? Chew glass?”

His smiling face hovers only an inch from yours, even less when he leans in closer, his gaze dancing over your features. Sometimes when Hyunjin looks at you it’s like being under a microscope. With him no glance is passive. Everything feels like it means something, like he’s studying you, and you can’t stand it. The heat behind those brown eyes is so casual, so effortless, that it’s intimidating in ways you could never bring yourself to admit. And now’s not the time for it. 

You roll your eyes, snapping your attention back to your drawing. “Why are you up anyway?”  

Hyunjin lingers a moment, a photographer taking one last shot of a precious thing, before making his way to the fridge. “I don’t know” he shrugs, an arm draped across the open door as he takes in his options, “Just couldn’t sleep I guess. Too much to worry about.”

You pause your music, jaw hung in shock, “Hwang Hyunjin? Worried? What about?” 

He drops his shoulders, responding with a pained groan, “You know I hate when you call me that.”

“I know” you giggle, doing a little dance with your shoulders, “That’s why I call you that. So, what’s up? Come share with the class.”

Grabbing a bottle of soda, he flings the fridge door closed, and turns to face you, unamused. He contemplates telling you, you can almost see the idea floating around that head of his. He could tell you what he was thinking about. It’d only take a sentence to tell you how one of his best friends texted him earlier asking if you were single. It’d only take another to confess how jealous that left him, how he’s been spiraling ever since, but instead he pops the soda open, gulping down the fizzy drink and any possibilities of a confession right along with it. 

“So, why are you drawing pomegranates?”

You click your tongue, lips curving into a smile, “Why are you deflecting?” 

Hyunjin grabs for your sketch pad and you tighten your grip around the corner of the book but it’s no use, it’s already his. “Is this some new fruit fixation or…”

“It’s not a fruit fixation. It’s for one of my classes. Human Sexuality and the Arts” you say, twinkling your fingers to make it seem fancy. 

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow, glancing over at the bowl of fruit and back to you. “And what does that have to do with human sexuality? Were people, you know?” 

He does a light humping motion, your sketch pad propped up at his hip. You snatch it back, refusing to let him violate your art in such a way. “No. People weren’t fucking the pomegranates!” you shout, hitting him with the book, “The ancient Greeks thought that pomegranates were an aphrodisiac. They associate it with the goddess Aphrodite. Some people even say that the forbidden fruit in the Bible was a pomegranate, not an apple.” 

You light up when you speak, you always do when it comes to your art, and Hyunjin can’t help but admire everything about it. The way your brain works, what it manages to create, is almost as beautiful as you are. Just almost.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask, catching onto that starry eyed gaze. 

Hyunjin shakes it off, switching modes like a classically trained actor. “Because you’re just so…” he trails off, thinking up the word, “Painfully nerdy.” 

“Oh, fuck you!” you laugh, flipping him off, “Forgive me for doing my research.” 

He blows you a kiss, making your heart flutter against your will. “Research, huh?” he asks, picking up a pomegranate. He juggles it in his hand, feeling the weight of it, “So you must’ve tried it then.”

“Tried what?”

“Pomegranates. You said they were an aphrodisiac. Ancient Greeks, goddesses, forbidden fruit, all that. How do you know it’s not bullshit?”

You chew at your inner lip, the tail of your pencil tapping away at the page, “I guess I don’t.” 

“Then why don’t we try it?” he asks, presenting you with the fruit. 

You stare at it for a moment, taking it in like it’s some alien thing. You look up at him, your temperature rising at his sudden closeness to you. You’d be a liar if you said you never wondered what it’d be like to have him standing over you like this, that handsome face staring back down at you, but in none of those fantasies was he holding groceries. 

“And by ‘try it’ you mean what exactly?”

You watch as he heads over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a plate from one of the cabinets above before he slides a knife from the block near the sink. With a few swipes of glimmering steel, the pomegranate’s left in four perfect pieces. Placing the knife down, he picks one up, turning back to you. “Come here.”

“No…” you sigh, popping your headphones back on. You have a deadline to meet. There’s no time to spare for his nonsense. 

“Come here” he repeats, his voice laced with a certain sweetness. The kind that makes you fold for him every time. 

You toss your headphones onto the table, your art supplies following close behind as you rise from your seat, bare feet dragging across the cool tile floor. You grab a slice of pomegranate, raising it to your lips before an unexpected hesitation takes hold of you and you toss it away. 

Hyunjin leans against the counter, vexed by your reaction, “What? You think I poisoned it?”

“No, it’s just…you first” you insist, hoping to distract him and yourself from the nerves bubbling up inside you. 

“Me first?”

“Yes, you first. It was your idea so you eat it first.”

He clears his throat, standing up straight so that his tall figure seems even more impressive. Two steps bring him closer to you, his toes right on the edge of touching yours as he brings the fruit to his mouth. His plush rosy lips close around it, his dexterous tongue working the fleshy seeds free of the rind. Scarlet juice drips from the corners of his mouth, riding the sharp contour of his jaw to coat his chin. You’re drawn in by how delicately his mouth works against it. Something about it is so sensual, far more sensual than you’re sure he intends it to be. 

Your body doesn’t care one way or another. Intent means nothing to your quickening pulse or to the warmth creeping its way to the lower half of your body. You don’t even notice you’re holding your breath until his mouth pulls away from the rind and you exhale like you’ve been underwater for an eternity. 

“Now you’re the one staring at me like that” he laughs, disposing of the rind on the plate. “Something on my face?” 

Instinctively you bring your fingers to his chin, wiping the juices away, “Actually, yes. Didn’t know you were such a messy eater.” 

“I thought some girls liked that” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

You swallow hard, your hands trembling barely enough to notice. Only Hyunjin does. Taking you by the wrist, he presses your fingertips to his lips, your touch feather light. You still as his tongue darts out, its wet warmth tracing the shape of your fingers. His eyes never leave yours as he does it. He wants to see how you react, how you feel, and you don’t disappoint. Your legs are shaking, soft thighs rubbing together in shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. The friction is heavenly, soothing the throbbing between your legs and making it much much worse all at once. 

“Is it working?” you ask, your voice cracking under the weight of a question you already know the answer to. 

Hyunjin lets out a chuckle from somewhere deep within his throat, his breath skimming your palm as his lips chart a path along your arm. Every kiss is electric. The tingling left behind at each point of contact gives you goosebumps. Ghosting over the sleeve of your loose fitting tee, his lips find yours, cautiously waiting as near to them as they can be without touching. You’re two magnets, the attraction between you too intense to ignore. All that holds you back are yourselves, your very cells vibrating at the need for connection. 

“Your turn” he whispers, breaking the spell to give you enough room to breathe. As if you ever could under the circumstances. 

You reach over, picking a slice of pomegranate up, fragile as a bomb. This is silly, you think to yourself. Hyunjin’s right. It’s not like it’s poison. You dive in, clearing the rind in a hurry, and flashing Hyunjin a look that says, “What now?” 

What now? Now is the force of his mouth colliding with yours, the sweet, tangy juices lingering on your tongue for only a second before his own tongue’s snaking between your lips to drink it down and you along with it. You tense at first. Not quite resisting. Not quite surrendering. But when his hands find your figure, palms riding the hills of your curves, you crumble. 

A year of living together. A year of playful flirting. A year of words spoken and words not. All of it is poured into a kiss that could shatter worlds. Without question it shatters yours. You never imagined that Hyunjin’s feelings for you could be mutual but the hunger he kisses you with leaves nothing to be questioned. 

“I think it’s working” he says, a breathless taunt against your lips. 

You grab onto his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as he grips the back of one of your pillowy thighs, raising your knee to rest at his side. “I hate you” you whimper when he presses into you, the growing bulge in his sweatpants teasing your core. There’s no denying how wet you are. The need soaking through the cotton of your panties is more than enough evidence of that. 

It only worsens when he strays from the kiss, leaning into your neck to whisper, “You hate me?” His tone is playful with a hint of something darker. He’s daring you to lie when you both know the truth. “How much do you hate me? Enough to make me stop when I do this?” His fingers dig into the supple flesh of your ass, grinding you against him, and you tremble, your moans as light as your next breath.

“Or this?” Spinning you around, Hyunjin slams you back into the counter, his lips latching onto your neck to feel your pulse race beneath his tongue. He suckles harshly at the skin, the sharpness of his kiss balanced by the ecstasy of his clothed cock rubbing your clit.

This wasn’t the plan. When he stumbled into the kitchen, his eyes barely open, he expected to find a late night snack. What he found instead was you. Something he wanted infinitely more than anything this kitchen could offer. He can’t remember ever needing something so badly that it hurts. His cock straining against his pants is nothing short of torture. It aches for you and only you. 

“Hyunjin, just…aaah” you whine, arching as he sneaks a hand under your shirt, touching your naked skin for the first time. 

He massages your belly, your side, all the way up to your swollen breast that fits in his hand with the perfection of something made to be there. He captures your bud between his fingers, his pointer and index pinching it with just enough pressure to send more of those delicious moans pouring from you. 

“Just…what, sweetie?” he asks, pulling back from your neck with a pop. His lips float back up to yours and that’s where they wait, eager for your next words. 

You can barely form them when he’s throbbing against your drenched pussy, your panties and shorts too wet to make a bit of difference. His fingers tighten around your nipple, playing you like a finely tuned instrument, and you sing for him just the way he wants. 

“Just…just…” you stutter, your hold on his shirt threatening to tear it, “Just fuck me already if you’re gonna do it.” 

You’re both taken back by your directness, the shock doing away with whatever last bit of pretending that lived between you. Hyunjin kisses you again, the passion burning just as hot as the first time, grabbing you by the waist to guide you somewhere you can’t see.

Everything’s dark. The only light you see are the sparks twinkling behind your lids, the kiss pulling you in so that nothing else matters. It’s only when you feel the edge of the kitchen table press into your ass that you remember where you are. 

“Clothes off” he demands, the hem of your shirt already knotted in his fists, “I wanna see you.” 

Your shirt disappears and your immediate reaction is to bring your arms around yourself, shielding yourself from his sight, but Hyunjin peels them away, the awe in his expression quieting your fears. “Oh god, you’re so beautiful” he gasps, slipping your shorts down to reveal your figure in its full glory.

Your panties come down with them, discarded at your feet, leaving you exposed. Hyunjin lifts you onto the table, a hand coasting along your inner thigh to spread your legs open. His gaze falls below your waist and he’s instantly mesmerized by the slickness of your gorgeous pussy. 

He runs his fingers through your folds, coating them in your arousal, watching your stiff clit twitch from the faintest touch. “Didn’t know you’d be this wet for me. Look at you…” He strokes your entrance, spreading you open and the way you leak onto the table makes his mouth water. “Is this an aphrodisiac too?”

Even in a haze of pleasure, you manage the most adorable giggle, “I don’t know. My books didn’t say anything about that.” 

“Let’s find out then, hmm?” Hyunjin doesn’t wait for your response. He dives right in, dropping to his knees, a devoted lover eager to worship his goddess. 

Your palms smack down on the table, your arms propped up on either side in a desperate attempt to keep yourself upright but it’s no use. Hyunjin’s tongue’s buried too deep within your walls, curling and flicking as he messily slurps down your essence. Your arms are slipping out from under you. The quaking of your body’s too much to control.

Hyunjin slides his hands up to your lower back, cradling you as your back meets the surface below. You shake, maybe from the chill—maybe from his nose bumping your clit, your pussy clenching around his tongue each time. 

“Mmm, tastes so good…” he groans, pulling you closer so that your ass dangles right on the edge of the table, “Can’t stop, fuck, I can’t…”

The slurping noises are borderline obscene, his mouth spread open to taste every part of you. The tip of his tongue swirls through your smooth, velvety folds, teasing your entrance with the slightest stretch before drawing figure eights up to your clit.

It makes every bit of sense in the world now how he got that pomegranate down so quickly. His tongue moves with expert precision, knowing just what to do to achieve exactly what he wants and right now what he wants is for you to keep moaning. Keep trembling. Keep raising your hips to meet the heat of his mouth, riding every wave of pleasure and oh so needy for the next. 

“Jinnie…” you moan, his short hair tickling your palm as you pet the back of his head. 

“Jinnie?” he laughs, applying kitten licks to your pussy between every word spoken, “You only call me that when you want something. You want something, baby?”

“Mmhmm” you nod, still raising your hips for more.

And Hyunjin gives it to you, sinking two fingers into your warmth and seeking out the sweet spot previously discovered by his tongue. The sound you make when he finally hits it is like music to his ears, his cock throbbing from how desperately it wishes it were the one responsible for it.

Hyunjin’s fingers pick up speed, coaxing out a stream of broken moans, “Tell me what you want from Jinnie. Anything for you.” He spreads his fingers wide, stretching you open as his lips latch onto your clit once more.

“Mmm, so close, wanna come for you…” you confess, making the terrible mistake of glancing between your legs.

Hyunjin’s eyes await yours, the lust behind them worsening the pressure building within you. “Then do it. Come for me. Let me taste you” he urges, his fingers abandoning you to let his tongue fill the space.

Your head falls back, your lush breasts jutting out with every rise and fall of your chest. You hook your legs around his shoulders and he grabs onto your thighs, keeping you right where you are. Squirming, whining, begging him not to stop as your orgasm tears through you leaving you speechless.

All you can do is lay there, completely at his mercy, gushing down his chin and helpless to stop his pursuit of more. The taste of you is addictive, so addictive that he can’t pry himself away. Not even when you attempt to twist yourself free, weakly pushing his head back. He’s not done until he says he is. Not until he’s lapped up every last drop. 

“You’re trying to kill me” you pout, managing to turn onto your side. 

Hyunjin tilts his head, keeping his mouth on you, refusing to give up those last few licks. When he finally drags himself away from you, his chest is heaving, and a haze of bliss hangs over him. The same one that hangs over you, weighing you down to the table.

You couldn’t get up if you wanted to and Hyunjin won’t give you the chance. Grabbing you by the waist, he flips you onto your stomach, the impact sending your nearby art supplies tumbling to the floor. 

“I’m not trying to kill you, pretty girl” he grins, tugging his shirt over his head, “Not yet.” 

It’s a subconscious thing, poking your ass up at him like you are. You don’t mean to drive him crazy but you do and he can’t finish stripping down fast enough, breathing a sigh of relief when his cock springs free from his boxers. He rubs the head against your entrance and your walls are already fluttering, wanting nothing more than to suck him in.

There’s a twinge in his chest, at the sight of you stretching around him as he presses into you, and he can’t go any further. Everything’s been happening so fast that it’s just hitting him that this is all real. This is happening.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you turn to look back at him, your expression heavy with concern. “We don’t have to if you don’t…”

Hyunjin’s quick to cut you off, “No! I want to! It’s just…I’ve wanted you for so long and I never thought that I could have you.”

You smile, warm and comforting, “Well you can have me. I’m all yours. You just have to take me. Take me, Jinnie.”

Nothing else needs to be said for him to thrust into you, your heads spinning from the euphoria of your bodies finally meeting. “Aah, fuck, you’re so tight baby” he hisses, slowly rocking in and out of you. He can feel you adjusting to his size, your walls reveling in his thickness as his tip kisses your cervix only to tighten right back up when he dares to pull out a little too far.

He runs a hand along your back, tracing the curve of your spine with his fingertips. You shouldn’t be this beautiful. You shouldn’t take him this well. It’s not fair what you do to him. How hard you make his cock pulse, your pussy already leaving him drenched down to the base. 

And you’re faring no better. Your senses are dominated by the sensation of every thrust, his tip beating against your g-spot with every thrust. It’s the kind of pleasure you can feel tingling your toes and ghosting your fingertips. You can taste it on your tongue. It vibrates in every fiber of your being.

Hyunjin’s hips snap into you harder, the moisture between you sending a lewd slapping sound pinging off the walls of the kitchen. It makes your body jiggle, your ass bouncing back onto him, and he feels so completely enveloped by you that he has to do it again. And again, harsher, faster, his hold on your hips unyielding, dominating your every move. 

The banging of the kitchen table against the wall is more than enough for a noise complaint but your moans? You’re crying out like no one can hear you—every fractured syllable of his name bleeding through the walls into the apartment next door—but it’s nothing you can control. Nothing you want to control.

Hyunjin dips an arm under you, two fingers caressing your clit, and the muscles in your body pull tight, your eyes beginning to water from the overstimulation. You think you might cry if he keeps going but you know you’ll cry if he stops. You’ll throw a tantrum, kicking and screaming, because this is all you want in the world. He has to keep going. Keep pushing you further and further beyond your limits.

“Aah! Oh fuck!” you scream, grabbing onto the edge of the table, nails scraping the wood. Your hips stutter, unable to keep their rhythm, and Hyunjin knows you’re close again. 

Leaning forward, he decorates your back with kisses, uttering praises that chip away at your resolve. “Come again for me, my beautiful girl. No holding back. Let go for me.”  

Just like that you feel light, like your body holds no weight at all. Everything’s soft and fluffy, the most gentle it’s ever been, then all at once you feel all of it. The intensity’s beyond anything that was building before and you’re coming down your thighs, drenching the fingers that frantically work your clit.

“That’s it. Good girl” he coos, the knots in the pit of his own stomach tightening, ready to come undone. “You want me to pull out?”

He leans away but you reach behind you, grabbing him by the arm, “No…inside me.” 

Hyunjin takes you by both hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, and fucks iyou into the table, your pussy clinging to him, swallowing him in so far that he fears he might lose himself in you. If he bites down on his lip any harder he’ll break skin. Not that he could even notice. He’s too busy unraveling between your walls, thick ropes of cum painting you with their creamy white warmth.

There’s no telling how much time passes before he stops moving. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? But you’re both left trembling, your sweat slicked bodies still connected as you drift back down to earth, basking in the afterglow. 

You let out a squeak when he finally slips out of you, rolling onto your back to get more comfortable. Hyunjin positions himself between your legs, his arms caging you in on both sides as he leans in to plant a kiss on your lips. The taste of pomegranate has faded and now he tastes only of a flavor that’s distinctly you.

“See, I told you research was important” he gloats, his length teasing the sensitivity of your pussy. 

You shiver, cupping his face as you arch into him, “I mean, I guess but don’t get any more ideas. I still have a project due you know.”

Hyunjin cuts his eyes at the sketch pad scattered on the floor amidst a sea of colored pencils. “One second.”

He slips off of you and you sit up, crossing your legs, a silent observer as he carefully gathers your things for you. He hands them over with a pleased look on his face. “I can come to your room….help you finish.” 

You clutch your items close to your chest, not at all ignorant to the way his thumbs are stroking your thighs. “Help me finish in what way exactly? 

“Mmm…” he hums, the pad of his thumb just barely touching your clit, “You’ll just have to trust me.” 

“Trust you?” you laugh, hopping down from the table, “We’ll see about that.” You give him a peck on the lips, depriving him of something deeper. A small form of torture done fully on purpose. “Follow me. Oh and bring the plate just in case we have to do more, uh, research.”

Time seems to move in slow motion for Hyunjin as you walk off towards your room, your naked body breathtaking even in the shadows of the dimly lit hall. Backing up, he blindly retrieves the plate from the counter, his fingers skimming the fruit as he does so. 

“God bless the Greeks” he utters under his breath, his brain already running rampant with all the filthy things he wants to do to you tonight. He’s definitely gonna need more fruit.

[ghost-kings-court-jester]

By the way I just want to make it clear that when I say things like “people need to realise” or “people need to write more off..” I’m not actually criticising or saying anything is bad about the people writing the exact opposite I just think a fun way to approach making a tumblr post is to sound like I’m on a debate team and am making my opening statement.

[finally-im-home]

Akin and his Disorganized Attachment Style with Jin

(No spoilers from ep9)

If you don't know what a disorganized attachment style is, it is one of the four attachment styles (Secure, Anxious, Avoidant, and Disorganized), often stems from childhood experiences resulting in inconsistent and unpredictable behaviours in relationships.

People with this style of attachment often find it difficult to trust people, have mixed feelings, and have negative views of others and themselves. They seek closeness and then withdraw to avoid getting hurt.

Akin, the most huggable (or sexiest) man and the winner of so many Best Actor awards comes across as cold and detached at first. But then we see how caring and considerate he is of the people around him (arranges food for the whole crew, helps a newbie with his acting, and even deals kindly with his stalker). He is emotional (the hundred times he cried) and most importantly he is a perfectionist. Even though that helps him in his acting career, he tends to bring the same in his relationship with Jin which worsens their already existing issues. Perfectionists need a certain amount of control over whatever they do and when they cannot have that, they either procrastinate the task or abandon it completely.

Akin suggests breakups whenever he feels like he's at fault because he fails to control the situation.

-> He starts freezing Jin out when he doesn't win the Sexiest Man award and feels even worse about feeling the loss. The breakdown that day was not from jealousy. No- when he couldn't maintain the perfect Actor/Celebrity status he’s expected and worked to be, he broke down. To stop projecting that bitterness onto Jin he acts cold.

-> He wants to break up when Johnny happens and he believes he was at fault. He lost control and there's nothing he can do/be to Jin to make it any better or perfect as before. During ep7 when Jin confesses his love, Akin’s instant response is, “That's why want to break up with you “. Meaning- ‘I did something wrong, I can't be perfect for you so let's end this’.

But he doesn't bring breakup during the whole stalker headache. He knows he's not completely at fault (he says the same thing in ep8) and knows there’s something they could do to control the issue.

-> He wants to break up again (not spoiling for those who didn't watch ep9, but you're going to see a lot of Akin’s need for control there). He's losing control, he cannot ensure the perfect love life for Jin if things continue this way.

But what does Jin want?

Jin only wants Akin. He wants to be there, good or bad. He doesn't care for awards or titles. He’d praise his boyfriend openly, even when he's the winner, consequences and ego be damned, and wants to share every happiness with him.

-> He throws himself out of the car immediately when Akin storms out in distress in ep5. He doesn't hesitate a second to run behind his man, lets Akin cry and gather his thoughts by himself and then kisses him to apologize for not understanding him.

-> Even though he leaves Akin alone in the parking lot after the Johnny thing, he goes to watch Akin’s play, when he himself said he wouldn't chase Akin anymore. He's not ready to abandon their relationship and goes to investigate the truth of it. Again there's no hesitancy in Jin to apologize for leaving Akin alone and not be with him that day.

Now Jin is not perfect, none of us are, but he is perfect for Akin’s disorganized attachment style.

Often people with this type of attachment are the first to initiate breakup as a means to control the situation. But do they really want a breakup in the first place? No. Underneath all the pain, and fear of abandonment they need someone to fight for them and be with them even when they are not perfect.

(None of the GIFs and images are mine. All credit to the creators)

[milkoomi]

overcoming the spring semester slump. ᥫ᭡

i’m sure a lot of us students are at that point in the spring semester where the level of our motivation is going down, our minds are quick to think “if i skip this assignment, i’ll still have a passing grade”, and our anxiety over final assessments/exams/projects/grades is increasing as each day passes. so let’s take a moment to pause, take a breather, and remind & reassure ourselves that everything is going to be okay. the spring semester slump is very real, but it’s something that you can overcome! so grab my hand because i’m going to guide you through this!

let’s begin …

୨ৎ — loss of motivation

losing that spark you had at the start of the semester/school year can feel so devastating. it’s frustrating to see the changes in your level of energy and it creates this sense of disappointment. but you have to remember: this is completely normal.

there’s so many other students out there who are experiencing the same drop in motivation and energy, so step one is reminding yourself that you aren’t alone in this feeling! yes, it’s extremely disheartening to see yourself slip away from that academic weapon status, but you aren’t the only one going through something like this!

“how do i get my motivation back?”

ask yourself this: if you’ve already gotten this far into the school year, why would you want yourself to let go of all your hard work?

you’ve come so far! and, up until this point, you have been exceeding your own expectations! up until this point, you’ve put in so many hours into your school work and studies! why let all that time and effort go to waste?

here are some things that keep me motivated:

proving to everyone who doubted me that they were all wrong

making my loved ones and myself proud

knowing that i’m another step closer to working in my dream career field

maintaining my 4.0 gpa

make a list of your goals! this will help you visualize and give you a reminder of what all your work is going towards. i know you want to achieve your goals, i know you want to be a better version of yourself, i know you want to climb up to the top when it comes to your academics— let your goals be your fuel.

sometimes, all we need is a reminder of why were doing all this. we need to see or hear what the ultimate end goal is, so be that person to do that for yourself! tell yourself that all this hard work is going towards your bigger picture!

୨ৎ — negative mindset changes

you and i both know you’ve stared at an assignment and spent a good chunk of time debating on actually doing it because “you’ll still have a passing grade if you don’t”. trust me, i’ve done it. again, you aren’t alone in having those kinds of thoughts! i get it, we all have calculated the lowest score we could possibly get to still have a passing grade in a class. i actually did that on a recent exam i took that i also procrastinated til the day of to study for.

it’s okay to have these thoughts pass through in your mind, but what isn’t okay is actually putting those thoughts into action. don’t let that unmotivated voice in your head take control of your academics!

“but how do i stop myself from thinking this way?”

i want you to take a look at all the past assignments you’ve completed and all the quiz/exam grades you’ve received throughout the school year and/or semester. notice how you submitted every single assignment? notice how all your studying got you the grades you wanted? you managed to do all of that, so why let those passing thoughts take over? you have shown yourself, and even your teachers/professors/instructors, that you are more than capable of getting things done. why let yourself slip?

if you’ve spent the entire semester turning in assignments on time and getting above average grades on all the exams, are you really going to show your professors— the people who have been watching you excel all semester— that you’re letting your academics go?

and you’ll never know, but skipping that one assignment could potentially break your grade. complete it. do it. turn it in. it could help cushion your grade or even bring it back up!

୨ৎ — finals anxiety

finals week is slowly, but surely, making it’s way back into our lives once again. that week and the weeks following up to it are the perfect breeding grounds for anxiety to fully settle in. and i get it! it’s not a fun feeling. you’re overwhelmed, you’re feeling overworked, you’re feeling burnt out, and your anxiety is just seeming to take over the more and more you think about it.

gonna say it one more time: it’s 100% okay to feel this way! finals week anxiety and stress is normal. it’s an important week to focus on seeing as final exams make up such a big portion of your grade. your anxiety and stress about it is completely valid!

“how can i overcome this anxiety?”

i created this post on preparing for finals week, so i highly recommend taking a look at that since i go into greater detail on how to prepare as well as offer some helpful tips!

ways i manage my academic anxiety & stress:

creating to-do lists & planning out my week

pomodoro & eat-the-frog method for time management

journaling — emotion/thought dumping

setting aside time to do something that makes me happy and/or is relaxing

reaching out to my support system

getting 8 hours of sleep every night

forming study groups with my classmates

it’s important that you’re giving yourself breaks. i always say this, but i really am a huge advocate for making sure you still have time to do something for yourself that isn’t related to school.

allow yourself to breathe; give yourself time to relax your mind. if there’s anything to take away from this section, it’s always making sure you set aside personal time for yourself. whether it’s going for a walk, playing with your pets, chatting with a friend, playing a video game, doing your makeup just for fun, or even taking a nap, just make sure you always make time to do something for yourself!

a lot of the academic anxiety and stress can stem from not making enough time for yourself to relax. i’m sure you were locked in all semester and i’m sure you put in hours upon hours into your studies, but give yourself a break! go do something fun! don’t let your entire life be consumed by your academics!

i know i said in the previous section to get your shit done, and while i still stand by that, i will always climb to the mountain tops and scream that you need to make time for breaks, self care, and yourself. don’t overwork yourself! you might feel the need to just keep going and going, but you’re allowed to slow down; you need to slow down. putting majority, or even all of your time into your studies can only make your anxiety and stress worse.

final notes —

the biggest take away from this post should be this: you’re not alone in this feeling, and getting yourself back up now will have your future self thanking you forever! this slump is something so many students go through, but you have to remind yourself that all your hard work now will truly reward you later down the road.

you’ve gotten yourself this far! keep going! your future self is going to be so grateful that you kept moving forward!

with lots of love, faustina 🌷

[4rticbolt]

Complications |Master List|

Ace x Reader, fluff, crack, sfw, minor swearing

Summary: School stresses you out, and Ace is there to motivate you!

A/N: Yeesh . . . college isn’t easy, and it definitely isn’t everyone’s thing. I hope this fic reaches those who need it, and you’re motivated! Best wishes to the person who requested this, and best wishes to those who have an upcoming test/exam/quiz!

•-•-•—•-•-••-•-•—•-•—•-•

Working in your room, unbothered, your journal lies in-front of you.

The clock reads: 2:25pm, by your side, and you know you’ve already wasted half the day. You’d been procrastinating since this morning, changing up tasks, and different schedules—to avoid this very moment.

But, you couldn’t ignore it forever, so here you were now. Begrudgingly studying.

SLAM

“____!” Ace swung your door open, peeking in.

You flinched, throwing your pencil up as you shouted. “Oi! Don’t scare me like that!”

“Oh, there you are!” he piped, smiling as he came in, completely disregarding your startle. He through his arms around your shoulder, holding you as he looked to what you were working on.

His head rested above yours, and a look of disgust crossed his face. “Ew. What is that?”

“What’s what?” You sighed, sinking into your chair.

“What do you mean what—oh my god,” he gasped, “Are you working on math?”

“Yes?”

“Ew.” he deadpanned, scrunching his nose.

“It’s not ew, go away if you’re just gonna be annoying.” you grumbled, pulling your journal to hide it as he inched closer.

“Ace—“

Curiously, Ace reached to grab the journal, flipping through the messied pages. He raised a brow, seeing organized definitions . . . to the very un-organized ones.

The hot-head read it as if he could, nodding in understatement before he set it down. He leaned against your chair, flipping to a certain page.

“What’s this mean?” he asked, pointing to a scribbled equation with a poorly drawn ‘fuck this!’ with arrow beside it.

Along with a few other curses and symbols.

You cleared your throat, averting your gaze.

“Look, I’m trying here, don’t judge.” you crossed your arms, averting your gaze.

“I’m not judging,” he shrugged, flipping to a page—where you’d actually gotten an answer.

“Hey, you got this one.” he smiled, patting your shoulder, encouragingly rubbing it to your neck.

“Yeah, and I barely understood it.” you grumbled.

“But you still got it.”

“Barely.”

“But . . . you still got it.” he repeated.

You scoffed, looking away.

Yeah, it was true, you’d got it.

But you didn’t understand it. You’d didn’t get all the material. Maybe in sections, but once you put everything together and you were under-pressure? You’d flunk it. You’d mess it up again.

And in a few weeks, there’d be expectations and things you were ready for, expected to understand, but couldn’t.

“Yeah, barely.” you whispered, growing quiet. Your eyes glossed with tears, and you lowered your head.

“Hey.” Ace nudged, “What wrong?”

“Nothing.”

You shifted up, closing your journal, letting it glide towards the others. You let out a shaky breath, holding your tongue.

Great. That was just more things you needed to study for.

Tears welled.

“____,” he murmured, grabbing your arm.

“Hey, look at me.” Ace pulled you to face him, plopping you to the chair as he kneeled in-front of you. He rested his arms on your thighs, leaning in.

“Hey, you’re doing good. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” you answered, rubbing your face.

“I’m just frustrated and stressed out.”

Ace paused, not expecting you to answer, but agreed. “Yeah, you are.”

“What? Don’t look at me like that, you’ve been stressing over this thing forever.” he grabbed the journal, placing it in your lap. “I’m not completely clueless.”

“I know you’re not, I just. . .”

“Yeah, I know, but look.” he grabbed your chin, tilting it down.

“See this thing here?” Ace gestured to the book, hitting it against your leg. The paper snapped softly throughout the room, and you paused before answering.

“Yeah?”

“You’re trying, ____, and that’s a lot more than other people can say.” he smirked, letting it drop in your lap.

“Look, I know that test—or exam, or whatever the hell you’re working so hard for is important, but you don’t need to worry so much.”

Ace leaned closer, smiling. “You’re smart, really smart, even if that stupid test says otherwise. I know it, deep down you know it, so stop freaking out.”

“You got it, you always do.” he smoothed, poking your forehead.

“I know, that’s why I’m studying but it still doesn’t make sense.” you tried.

“Because you’re thinking too much.” he poked you again, harder this time—making you wince.

“That’s not even a thing,” you muttered, grabbing the journal, but Ace took it right out of your hands.

“Oh—trust me, it is.” he laughed, pulling back.

“You’re doing it now, sitting here crying, and I’m not saying you shouldn’t, get frustrated all you want, but this?” he shook the paper, “doesn’t decide your worth. Even if people say it does.”

“You’re working hard, hard enough anyone out who’s smart enough to realize it, will. So don’t beat yourself up about it.” he smirked, pulling you up.

“You’ll get there, I know you will.” he cupped your face, smoothing over your tears.

You sniffled, lowering your gaze. “You think so?”

Slowly, Ace leaned forward. “I know so, and I’m proud of you for trying, even if it’s hard. You’re getting closer—trust me on that, and you’re getting better without even realizing.”

Gently, his lips met yours. Ace’s kiss was soft, reassuring, and sweet. His hands traveled to your waist, and his forehead leaned against yours.

Steady, and calming.

“You’ll get it right, I know you will. You’re gonna do great.”

[blakeswritingimagines]

Relationship List With Clark Kent

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Clark is very affectionate towards those he loves. He's comfortable with hugging and physically comforting people or being comforted by them. He shows he cares through physical gestures like embracing, touching and holding his love interests. He also does things that are out of his way to make sure his friends are okay and are comfortable.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Clark is probably not going to be the one to make the first move. Clark would be too shy to approach anyone. For you, he'll build upon the friendship first, by being a shoulder to lean on, and showing that he trusts you enough to open up and show vulnerability.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Clark absolutely loves cuddling. He loves physical contact, especially with you. He'd love being the big spoon, or laying his head on your lap. He wouldn't be clingy, but would initiate cuddling often.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Clark is definitely an old soul and would want to settle down and have a family. He's a gentleman so I think he would be a great cook and loves cooking for the people he cares about. He's good at cleaning, but can be on the messier side due to his clumsiness.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Clark would be absolutely crushed if he ever had to break up with someone he loves. He would hate himself for hurting you, and the guilt would almost kill him. Clark would end up procrastinating the breakup as long as possible out of fear and guilt. And when it does happen, he'd do it in person, and apologize over and over again while trying to hold back tears. And he would wallow in his guilt for quite a while afterwards.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Despite his constant worry about the future, Clark isn't scared of commitment. I feel Clark would be an old fashioned romantic and want to have a proper proposal that's planned. He would also likely discuss future plans with you and bring up marriage. I think after 6 months to a year of dating, he would start wanting to get married.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Clark is definitely the type of person who opens doors for you, and is always very gentle with you when the physical contact is intimate. He wants you to know that you're the most important thing in the world to him. Clark is very soft spoken and doesn't like to yell at people. He's very patient with you emotionally, and knows when to give you space and when to hold you and console you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Clark absolutely adores hugs. He gives you bear hugs that you melt into, arms wrapped around you, with his head buried in your shoulder. Clark enjoys hugging you in front of his friends to show that you're his, and also likes to secretly hug you underneath tables and behind doors when no one is looking.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Even though Clark falls in love quickly, he has a habit of over analyzing and overthinking his feelings. So the words "I love you" don't just come out, not unless he's absolutely sure that his feelings aren't just temporary. He'd probably wait months before saying the words, because he's never been in love before, and wants to be completely sure of his feelings and the permanence of them before telling you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Clark can definitely get jealous, even though he doesn't like to admit it. He usually doesn't let it show, but he tends to get possessive over you. He can get jealous whenever other men flirt with you, especially if you seem to enjoy the attention. He trusts that you wouldn't actively flirt back, but still doesn't like the fact that other men want you too.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Clark's kisses are sensual and passionate. He kisses you like he's savoring the feeling of your skin, and his kisses are long and drawn out, he definitely knows how to kiss. Clark likes to shower you in kisses. He likes to kiss your forehead, your cheeks, your chin, and your neck. He also loves to kiss along your jaw, and to feel your lips on his own.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Clark is amazing with children, he’s such a goofball around young ones and loves making them feel comfortable and safe. Clark's been told he'll make a wonderful parent, especially because he's so patient with children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Clark is definitely not a morning person. Mornings start with him groggily reaching out for cuddles, usually ending up with you in his arms. He also tends to have a hard time getting up, since the bed is so warm and cozy. He'll probably go back to sleep for a short while, burying his face in your hair and holding you close.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Clark loves cuddling up on the couch with you. He loves it when you fall asleep in his arms, or when he falls asleep with his head in your lap, you running your fingers through his hair. At night, Clark tends to be more physical with you. He gets possessive in the dark, and he gets extra clingy at night, holding you as tight as possible. He'll sometimes kiss you on your neck and shoulders while you're about to fall asleep too.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Clark takes a while to open up, since he's still very guarded and has trouble trusting people fully. He likes to take it slow, and reveal bits of the true him little by little. It's not that he doesn't trust you, but he's afraid of you not accepting who he really is. It usually takes a few weeks to a few months before he reveals the biggest secrets to you, and he'll only take you to his special place once he's fully ready to open up.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Clark has an amazing amount of patience and tolerance, it usually takes a lot for him to actually get angry. He can get frustrated of course, but it's rare to actually get him mad. He's always willing to listen and talk things out rather than fight. He'll take deep breaths and count to ten if needed, and he'd never, ever yell or shout at you.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Clark remembers the important things like your birthday and favorite things. He remembers some other details, stuff that you told him before, but that's more due to him making a conscious effort to remember rather than because of his memory. If there's something important he forgets to remember, he tends to feel terrible about it

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment with you would be the first date. Clark was a nervous wreck that day, and he probably still wonders to this day how he managed to not mess it up. He still loves to remember the memory of the first time you held his hand, the first time you said you love him, the first time he kissed you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Clark is very protective of you, like an overprotective older brother type. He’ll never let any harm come near you, and he’ll do anything and everything to protect your safety. He gets possessive of you too, especially around other men. Clark trusts you and knows you're capable of defending yourself, but he still likes to keep you away from danger. Clark has a habit of standing in front of you or keeping you behind him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Clark's the kind of guy who isn't the best at planning dates, but he still tries. He tries to remember the important stuff like birthdays and anniversaries. He tends to get you practical gifts rather than romantic ones, things that he knows you need. He's not someone who buys you jewelry or flowers, instead he'll get you a new set of running shoes since he knows yours are worn out. For dates, he plans things like home cooked dinner, movie night, or stargazing together.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Even though Clark is generally quite the sweetheart, he does have a few bad habits. One of them is his tendency to bottle up his feelings, keeping his issues and troubles to himself, instead of confiding in you. It isn't a bad habit out of malice, but because he doesn't want to trouble you and is afraid of opening up. Another bad habit would be his need to be a hero and constantly put aside his own well-being for other people.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Clark is a very handsome guy, and he knows it. But he really doesn't care much about his looks, it isn't a major issue for him. He dresses casually most days, and he’s not big on fashion either. He doesn't obsess over his appearance, but he wouldn't mind if you fussed over him sometimes. Despite his lack of care for fashion, Clark is still confident in his looks, and he would absolutely go out of his way to tell you how attractive you are.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Clark wouldn’t use the word “incomplete”, but he would definitely feel lost. It’s not that he’s dependent on you, but more so the fact that once he’s fallen for you, you become his world. He’s so in love with you, and it becomes so important to him to have you by his side. He would do anything to keep you and make you happy, and wouldn't like being away from you for long periods of time, but he’ll never try to control or limit you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Clark loves holding your hand, and tends to do it whenever he could. He keeps your hand in his when you're standing next to each other. He's also got a tendency to sometimes bring your hand to his mouth and give you a quick kiss on the back of your palm. The feeling of your hand in his is almost grounding for him, and he just loves the feeling of having that physical connection. And he absolutely adores the fact that he can feel every texture of your hand, and that he can feel you squeezing his hand lightly.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Clark is all about integrity and honesty, so he would despise any kind of lying or cheating behaviors. He’s loyal and expects the same loyalty from you. A lack of trust would be a huge deal breaker for him. Also, he finds it annoying when people get into petty gossip or drama, and he tends to steer clear of it as much as possible.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Clark is the type of guy who would usually have trouble sleeping, so he would feel quite restless. But on the nights when he's with you, it's like his sleep magically fixes itself, just because he's holding you in his arms. He'd usually drift off to sleep quickly when you're next to him.

[shiningmystic]

Close your eyes and choose the element that calls to you. I know consciousness isn’t an element but I added it because it is a symbol I use a lot that represents the infinite soul and spirit of being.

I hope you all find what you are looking for with this simple reading.

If you would like a cheap tarot reading I have affordable listings on my ko-fi :) thank you for your support!

Ko-fi | About me | feedback

Pile 1: earth

The cards: page of swords, knight of cups, the hanged man, knight of wands, the lovers (rx), ten of wands

Key phrases/words: growing, learning, experimenting, focus, confidence, procrastination, motivation, hard work, belief in self

The earth element brings up that you are learning to find the open and free person that is within you and to channel that but we get discouraged and dragged down by the expectations of life like finishing something you had put a lot much energy into. You need to really focus on your accomplishments and if you are not proud of yourself when thinking about how far you have come then there is something going on.

There is a miscommunication of some type in your brain where you can’t be proud of yourself unless you can fully show it and so procrastination may plague this pile but the earth element is here to be a source of motivation. There is a breakthrough here in these cards that is ripe and ready to come into your life and this procrastination will stop holding you back. There is a big strong message to believe in yourself and to ask yourself why if any part of you finds it ridiculous to do that.

Don’t you deserve to be considered even if it is from yourself? These things can be hard to navigate and you are trying which matters a lot but the true solution I see in these cards is to keep pushing through the procrastination and to ignite the motivation with these consistent acknowledgements on your efforts, also to prioritize rewarding yourself when the task is finished. Find small ways that may push to help you acknowledge how strong you are and to throw away the thoughts that come with the procrastination, sometimes you can’t think just do even if your dragging your feet the completion is huge.

You are worth the struggle 🥰

Pile 2: water

The cards: The empress, four of swords, knight of wands (rx), two of cups, the tower, the sun, king of pentacles

Key phrases/words: avoidance, relationships, conflict, resolution, coming clean, being honest, facing fear, shining a light on the situation, being down to earth

For the people who picked the water element I see this message is about a relationship in your life and finally talking about the issues. I see the element of water acknowledging this connection you have and how you will both be able to come to your own peace and acceptance. Many of you will keep this relationship but there is an acknowledgement over a lesson learned here.

There is something about love and connection, how being honest and coming clean is the only true way to break through barriers. Something tested this close relationship and it has taken space and time to come to a peaceful understanding of what happened and what doesn’t work. I also see something about taking accountability in these cards like both of you owning up to what both sides may have not done but it’s also acknowledging what was lacking from this relationship.

There is not much else to say but to accept what has happened, how it went down and what can be done in the future for this or other relationships to keep them strong.

Relationships are what truly shape our lives, and all relationships will have their weirdness but what truly matters is what we do after a disagreement of situation.

Pile 3: air

The cards: seven of wands, queen of cups (rx), five of cups, ten of cups (rx), nine of cups, the star (rx), nine of swords

Key phrases/words: lack, insecure, anxiety, worry, tension, rough times, dream of stability/stability is only a dream, I do not see the light, life is bland

At this moment pile 3 the element of air acknowledges your insecure position in life weather that involve lack of basic necessities of life. You are holding strong and keeping things together as best as you can but with all the pressure you aren’t allowed to be yourself and have some freedom to relax and release the tension.

Many of you probably have an anxiety because I see the doom from the nine of swords next to the star reversed which reads to me of no hope or unable to hope because the hanging possibility of something else added to your plate keeps you on edge but for some of you there is just a lot of tired restless energy. Emotionally your life is unfulfilling at this moment and the air element brings this to your attention because there is hope! It just feels unattainable at this time and that’s enough to keep you away from hoping anything. I see a shift coming for you and to just know that there are blessings that will shift into your view soon, the air element swiftly will bringing you what you may have been lacking.

Pile 4: Fire

The cards: four of cups, six of cups, eight of wands, two of wands, the pillar, justice

Key words/phrases: don’t let the past hold you back, boredom, motivation, inspiration,

At this time you are finding what you need to keep motivated and how life has been a boring unclear path you have been treading on. You remember the past and how fun things used to be but now you must use that nostalgia and goodness as a booster then a downer.

I can see the future to you is unclear because you don’t know what to do next, like this is an energy of completion yet it’s already been celebrated and done now we are back in the routine and it just isn’t exciting.

We hold a lot more power than we give ourselves credit for and for you pile four. You will find something even more exciting and you need to normalize that or you will continue to romanticize the past and go nowhere with life now.

You follow your emotions but sometimes we do need to think about it instead of feeling it out. I see that the future at this moment is very diverse for you meaning so many paths are ready to be explored and you are only following what feels good when there is so much more ready for you out in the world! The element of fire is giving you advice to slow down and not just listen to that passion but you have to consider long term goals and what you desire for life. It’s kinda funny that the element of fire which I feel like is an element you channel a lot is telling you to chill lol.

Consider the options that you see and be open to them. Make sure that you are not just thinking with your heart but with your head and you are golden. There is an energy of also looking at yourself with loving nurturing eyes as you choose what you want, know that you will choose the right for your path and life will be less boring after 😂

Pile 5: consciousness

The cards: two of cups (rx), nine of swords (rx), seven of cups (rx), ruler of swords, the emperor (rx), four of wands

Key words/phrases: responsibility, decisive action, misunderstanding/miscommunication, doing the right thing

For you my pile 5 you get a special choice. Many of you probably will not consider this an element and it obviously isn’t but a piece of reality that every being experiences. When I speak of consciousness I am talking about the perspective we all hold individually that exists within. how can we truly know someone has awareness unless we are them?

Consciousness picked you because you have a choice that is very important right now to make and it involves you believing in yourself and knowing that even when things can turn difficult and don’t come out the way we hope we get discouraged but there is advice to face things head on even under pressure at-least for now if you can. Just because you don’t think you have the capabilities of being in charge does not mean that is true, you believing that you can’t do it is what already seals the deal and take your power away. We don’t need to be amazing at everything we just need to try and give ourselves some grace, you will get better.

Whatever this choice is, fake it till you make it is the biggest advice consciousness is telling me. We create our personas through experiences and the people around us. What you aren’t seeing is that you are doing all you can and that is awesome, and that the persona you have may not be able to see themselves as a leader type but the soul within you can adapt and channel energy you may not expect you hold. You can learn and maybe even excel if you like learn that you may like being in charge. you will surprise yourself with how capable you are and all the good that is coming your way. I see comfort, a celebration something big that you are looking forward too or will be surprised by. Stop limiting yourself consciousness says, hold up your strengths with pride but let yourself expand too, faking it sometimes is a means of you learning and discovering other abilities you have.

[book-nerd-emi]

Vent Poem kinda thing idk. It is but it’s more of a letter. to my moots here. ig. IDKKK

when i was writing this i had very specific people in mind so ill tag them but if you are a moot and you come across this, this is for you too.

Tags: @balladofareader , @wish-i-were-heather , @shattered-glass-roses , @sweetreveriee , @meangirlsbway , @letmeliveinelfhame and @sleepy-boything-shit

To those people that I love,

To those people I write messages to and then delete, fearing what you'll think.

Here are the words that I can never seem to type to you otherwise.

Here are the words that I needed to say but could never figure out how to.

Here are the words that have been stuck in my fingers, begging desperately to be typed

Here are the words that were never said but desperately need to be.

I love you.

That’s the main one.

I love you.

I love you like the moon and stars make a beautiful night sky.

I love you like the sun goes up and down so surely every day.

I love you like the fictional men we gush over love their women.

I love you like I love the dogs we own.

I love you like it hurts too.

And yet it hurts to type sometimes, so I don’t.

And it becomes the cycle of running from what hurts me.

The cycle starts with that 3 word, 8 letter phrase.

And then it keeps going.

I love you

Then,

I wish I were there

Then,

You’re the light of my life.

Then,

I wish I could forever be by your side.

Then,

I want you.

All these words written when my clock reads 3 am.

And I watch.

3:01, then 3:02, then 3;03

And at some point it gets to be 4:00, then 4:01

And somewhere along the line, before the clock hits 5:00,

The words are erased, forever gone like a leaf on the wind.

Only for me, my phone and the hours to see.

I love you, and I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I am scared to send simple words.

But theyre not simple.

They are the gate to my soul.

And desperately I want to give you the key.

I desperately want to live free, no gates surrounding the kingdom anymore.

And I want to hold parties and galas and gossip with you and share my deepest secrets.

But I can’t.

And for that I am sorry.

I’ve had many traitors in this kingdom.

This kingdom has had to leave and come back to the same places,

Packing everything up only to come back a couple days later.

Never staying in one place enough to invite neighboring countries.

And all of this to say,

I’m sorry if I’m distant.

I’m sorry if I always am happy, because I’m not.

I’m sorry that I lie about how I am.

I’m sorry that I feel like I have to lie, no matter how much you tell me that you are here.

I’m sorry for the person I’ve become, because she isn’t pretty or great with people.

The person I’ve become is not someone I am super in love with.

And maybe one day we’ll look back on this and laugh or cry

Say “Wow look at her! If only she knew..”

Or make fun of how cringey I am.

Maybe one day we will.

But today, just listen to what I have to say.

The person I am is unstable,

She’s insecure.

She’s scared.

She’s anxious.

She’s stressed.

She doesn’t really like people.

She’s scared of the word “no”, even though it is a simple 2 letter word.

She doesn’t like reaching out for help, even when she is on the cold bathroom floor.

The floor that holds her deepest regrets and secrets; her lowest moments are spent there.

She actually hates asking for help; it means she has to admit that her problems are real.

She’d rather go day by day, ignoring them like they aren’t real, pretending she is fine.

She’d rather bottle everything up, say “I’ll deal with that when ___ is over”.

But then one thing turns into another test, or performance and then all of a sudden..

There’s nothing else to blame except her own procrastination and the fact that she’s scared.

She can’t really remember a time where she wasn’t like this.

When she wasn’t traumatized or scared or imaging running away to her friends house.

When she was in love with the night and somehow also scared of it.

The night is dark, and it is beautiful, until the night gets too dark.

The moment when you can’t see the walls anymore, and when closing your eyes makes it worse.

When you sit in your bed looking down at where your hands should be, feeling them shake

As you just sit there.

Unable

To

Do

Anything.

And for all of this, I am sorry.

I am so sorry that this is who I am behind the masks.

And maybe this was too dark.

And I’m sorry for that too.

I am happy too!

I’m happy when I talk to you.

Those moments, specifically in the early hours of morning,

When I have to cover my mouth with my hand,

Laughing with my eyes watering.

Or when I smile from ear to ear like an idiot.

I do love you.

I really really do.

And I’m very sad that this is how I have to tell you.

But sometimes words written speak louder than words spoken.

Maybe I did this as healing.

But as I finish this,

I realize how this could make you see me different.

And I don’t want you too. Really. Please don’t.

I don’t think I could live if you saw me different.

So please don’t.

I think I said this more for me than you.

But.

Don’t see me different.

I still am that girl you know and love.

And will forever be her.

But just know this poem is her too.

[iicehoon]

GYM TIME | BF!SUNGHOON X READER ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶︶⠀୨♡୧⠀︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

warnings : none (unless you think there are let me know)

There was nothing more aggravating than watching your boyfriend, Sunghoon, drenched in sweat from across the gym while feeling completely helpless.

Firstly, you were in public, so you couldn't just approach him and start making out with him if you wanted to. Second, it wasn't practical to run across the large gym and jump on him while he was lifting weights; that would be dangerous. Lastly, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to keep your composure if he ever found out what you were really thinking.

The small smirks he gave you affected you more than you could possibly imagine, and he knew exactly how he made you feel inside and out. You sighed as you grabbed your water bottle and made your way over to Sunghoon.

However, halfway there, you were stopped by a guy who couldn't seem to take a hint. He approached you with a smile, scratching the back of his head. "Hi, I saw you across the gym, and I usually don't do this," he said, “but you were so pretty that I wanted to shoot my shot."

You awkwardly laughed, squeezing your water bottle tightly in hopes of not yelling at him to get away.

"That's nice of you," you started, smiling awkwardly. "However, I'm here with my boyfriend, and it wouldn't be best for you to try anything."

The guy scoffed in disbelief. "He isn't even with you! What kind of boyfriend is he?" he asked, making your eyes widen. "If I were him, I would never leave you alone like, ever, in hopes that nobody would try to talk to you."

A shadow loomed over the guy in front of you, and you looked up to see Sunghoon raising an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from the guy to you, "Well, I'm not with her because I know I can handle any guys if needed," Sunghoon's voice interjected confidently.

The guy's eyes widened, hearing Sunghoon's deeper tone, slowly turned around. "I guess I'll take my leave now," he said with a hint of fear, quickly walking toward another room of the gym.

"Hey, Hoon," you smiled, wrapping your arm around his bicep.

"I'm going to need you to grab your duffle bag and let’s go," Sunghoon huffed. You tilted your head in confusion. "But you're not even done with your routine."

A small chuckle escaped his lips as he bent down and whispered into your ear, "I can do something else to substitute my routine."

A blush spreads across your face, and your smile widens with joy as what you had been dreaming of from the very start finally comes true.

You let out a laugh and grabbed his face and gave him quick pecks on his cheeks and then on his lips before hurrying into the locker room to grab your things.

As you walked outside toward the car, you could feel Sunghoon staring at you, and you began to sway your hips even more, enjoying the attention you were receiving.

In a flash, he was by your side, pressing you gently against the car. “You have no idea how hard it was to finish my last set with you looking like that,” he whispered, one hand resting on your waist, the other brushing a strand of hair from your face.

You blinked up at him, heart racing. “Oh, I had some idea.”

He smirked, that same infuriatingly sexy smirk that started it all back at the gym. “Then let me show you what happens when you keep teasing me.”

a/n: idk the last time I wrote anything,, I wanted to do smth because I am LITERALLY procrastinating my finals..... I really wanna get back into writing / smau but I have 0 ideas.

NOT EDITED

[manfuckthisimout]

Personal Trainer! Claggor x F!Reader Pt. 1

Warnings: none! (Yet 😈)

Genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers

Word count: 767 words

Hey guys! I’m trying out something new with an actual character and not just yoongi lol! I wanna write for more ppl when I open my asks back up and this is the experiment fic! This is meant for a black reader but anyone can read it if they wish! This is also a modern AU Claggor. Also happy 50 followers omg!! I’ll open my asks soon for a bash!

Hope you all enjoy!

In spirit of “getting your summer body,” you decided to find a personal trainer. Good gyms are hard to come by in the undercity, most of them being filled with obnoxious gym bros or creeps who stare at you in the mirror. You knew working out at home wasn’t an option either, due to a busy schedule and procrastination. So personal training was the only way to go for you, tripling as protection from creeps, someone to hold you accountable to your routine, and a way for you to actually work out.

That’s how you found Claggor, a quick search of “personal trainers Undercity” on instagram, and after sorting through three creepy accounts, you stumbled upon his. Legit bio, no creepy vibes, and god was he ripped. You scroll down, coming across a video of him shirtless, deadlifting. His arms were like canons—chords of muscle rippling under his skin whenever he lifted the bar over his collarbones. You could see the strain of his thick neck and even thicker torso, the faint outline of an eight pack becoming present whenever he breathed in heavily.

Now that’s not the only reason why you chose him—he had a good website, great reviews, and great work ethic…but his physique did a little more persuasion for you than anything else.

You signed up on his website, filling out a form of what areas you wanted to target, your former experience, and what days/times you were available. Within the next week, you had a message from him letting you know that he got your form and wanted to meet at the Last Drop Cafe, which happened to be right below his gym.

You go to meet him next day, and to your delight, he’s legit. He meets you at the door, black compression shirt and gray sweatpants that make a little drool escape from your lips.

“Y/N, right? It’s nice to meet you, I’m Claggor.” He offers his hand to shake, a bright, gentle smile spread across his face reaching all the way to the crinkle of his eyes. You take his hand in yours, shaking earnestly and matching his smile. “Hi! It’s nice to meet you!”

"Why don't we head inside? I've got a table waiting for the both of us." He motions behind him and inside the cafe. When you look inside, you can see a cozy table near the entrance, a laptop and notepad ready beside a steaming mug of liquid. "Sounds good to me, let’s go!" You grin.

He leads you inside--takes out a chair for you to sit across from him-- and when you do, his pushes it in. He's so close when he pushes in your chair--you can smell whatever woody cologne he's picked for the day. It makes you throb with need.

"Did you want anything to drink or eat before we get started?" He asks, reaching for a pair of glasses sitting next to the notepad. He puts them on, the frames sitting on the tip of his nose so he can look at you over them. "Umm, no, I think I'm okay. Thank you for asking though!" You decline politely. "Alright then, let's get started." He looks down to his computer, clicking an ink pen and then looking back up to you.

You've decided that he is in fact very hot with those damn glasses on.

"I see in your form that you have Monday, Wednesday and Thursdays from 11AM-2PM. Are those still good times for you?" "Yes, they are!" "Okay great," He starts to type on the laptop, taking some brief time to also write down whatever he typed. “Did you have any specific areas you wanted to target?” “Oh, I’m just looking to tone everything, find my workout rhythm, things like that.” “I see, well we can definitely do that,” He gives you a once over, seemingly puzzled at your answer. He quickly shakes it off though, meeting your eyes again with a quick smile. “Let me finish up my notes and I’ll see you Monday!”

After he’s all finished with all his management stuff, he’s kind enough to walk you out of the cafe—even all the way to your car door!

“Alright, call me if you have any questions or need to add anything else to what I already have. See ya Monday!”

You wave him off, but after that, your mind was cloudy with him the whole drive home.

His scent, the nearness of him, the little glint in his eye whenever he looked up at you.

It did something to you. But you didn’t know what. Not yet.

Taglist:

@doiliedaze

To get on the taglist, please send an ask with your @!

[penguinly]

@myownmeadow mentioned putting tags under the cut to make this easier to read but I saw that and figured I'd rewrite it all instead and procrastinate studying for my AP tests next week :)

I've got the entire story so far under the cut and I'll keep updating it if more additions keep rolling in. I realized putting it based on when everyone posted their sentence wouldn't work so I've rearranged some bits but feel free to help me improve this! Thank you so much to everyone who's participated!

@penguinly A Hylian hero, a green ninja, and a purple haired girl from an anime piano tiles video game walked into a bar.

@i-love-zelda-16 The Hero stared at the other two with a puzzling expression before asking, "Hyah?"

@blupeeblep The others looked at them in confusion and said "...hyah????"

@thegreatcabbagewizard The anime piano tiles girl responded despite not understanding a word of what he had said, "That's great!! Good job!" She said enthusiastically with a bit of worry, as she questioned if the swordsman clad in green could speak or not

@fithesworddweller The swordsman blinked slowly at her words, gaze unyielding. She seemed to shy from his sharp stare. "I-I mean... h-hyah?"

@palmolli The purple haired girl raised an eyebrow at him, her gaze flickering to the green ninja. "Why are you looking at me? I don't speak in grunts!" He said, throwing his arms out.

@myownmeadow "...hyah?" The green mutant turtle ninja says back, puzzled by the odd language, but wishing to connect to a fellow green do-gooder.

@fithesworddweller The hero, sensing his effort despite being unable to understand his speech, offered an awkward smile. "H-hyaaah."

@myownmeadow The green-clad hero gasps, putting a hand to his chest and slightly turning away.

@thegreatcabbagewizard "Well," said the Green Ninja, "we mustn't let language barriers separate us. We all perform the same purpose." The purple haired anime girl seemed confused by this.

@lilyhatesthenumber4 The hero clad in green nodded encouragingly and began to wave his hands around emphatically as if trying to explain how he had come to this bar. At the moment he realized the two people were not going to understand, he sat down and ordered a milk.

@manyfandomfanatic The bartender walked out, and handed the Hylian hero his milk warily. "Hyah," he thanked him with a brisk nod. The ninja and woman made eye contact from behind him. The woman shook her head.

@itsa-thing "Hyah indeed," the ninja sighed, turning to the counter and raising his hand.

@blupeeblep "hyah I guess for me too." Agreed the anime girl.

@eliunderscore The anime tile game girl did the same, calling over a bartender and speaking in the most unnaturally gruff voice one could naturally have; "3 glasses of your strongest, please," before turning to the other two and asking "and for you?"

@aaa-batteryy The purple haired girl from an anime piano tiles stared blankly back at the hero before asking "How as I allowed in here?"

@off-brand-halloween-ghost The bartender walks over with a roasted blue pig decorated in spices that look like jewels. It looks expensive, but strangely appealing.

Tag Game!

Let's write a story together! Add a sentence (or however much you want) and tag some cool people to keep it going! You can write absolutely anything! I'll start.

A Hylian hero, a green ninja, and a purple haired girl from an anime piano tiles video game walked into a bar.

tagging @i-love-zelda-16 @aaa-batteryy @palmolli @anicomicqueen @crystaleclipse10 @lloydlings and absolutely anyone who wants to add something!!!

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[tadbitsilly]

Hey! It's been a while since I posted anything. So, have this small comic based on the cousin(?) Stans au cuz I'm kinda obsessed with this concept

[why-the-heck-not]

me, a responsible being, working on the coding project as I should vs. me, a dysfunctional shithead, getting distracted by reading about brains (once aGAIN damnit (it's my favorite "I need to study my field but bc I should do that it's an impossible unthinkable feat now, so I'm reading about something else to fool my brain I'm still being productive"-topic))

[starmocha]

I just had an idea. Humor me. 😭👉👈

Imagine Sylus taking his family out to Linkon one night. Little Birdie is being fussy in the restaurant, so he takes her out so MC can finish her dinner in peace.

It's snowing outside, and he's holding her in one arm. With his free hand, he starts drawing in the snow on a handrailing to cheer her up.

She starts giggling and asks him to draw a flower, the sun, Smiley Dino, Mephie, etc. and he humors her until he gets a call from MC to come back inside.

They finish dinner in the restaurant with dessert as little Birdie excitedly tells MC how her daddy can draw so many amazing things. MC glances at Sylus with a smile, and he just shrugs helplessly before he leans over to wipe the chocolate mousse off his daughter's mouth with a napkin.

That is all. OK, it's out of my system now 🥹 bye 🫶

[whump-in-the-closet]

they’re a martyr— they’re a lost cause— “I would die for you but not yet”— they’re having prophetic visions— they’re consumed by darkness— they’re actively bleeding out— they’re deranged— they’re desperate— they’re biting the hand that feeds them