#i have an exam tomorrow okay wish me luck

[earthtooz]

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hi hi just wanted to share smth I thought up

imagine chigiri who in middle school had a best friend who was also very fast and did track. They were the only one who could ever catch up with chigiri and thus they became best friends and their own sorta rivals.

Then suddenly fast track to chigiri's injury and now seeing their best friend who runs like wind and is now bitter af. He knows he shouldnt be bitter when they have been caring the whole time for him so he starts ignoring them.

some chigiri love will be shown on the earthtooz blog 2nite because i adore him and think he deserves the world.

i actually love this scenario, but just- oh my gosh, i want to add on to your thought with my own:

your 'relationship' with him is admittedly, one of your favourite ones, despite neither of you seeing much of each other during school. but you were known to be on the track team and chigiri for being the fasted sprinter on the soccer team.

and on the bleachers after practice, a friendship/friendly rivalry was born.

for two of the fastest people on their respective teams, your parents sure did not reciprocate that energy, taking their times picking you up from practice. thus, you would spend an unknown amount of time talking to him, bundled up in your sports tracksuits with your sports bag snug on your shoulder.

chigiri was pleasant company. a little stuck-up, sure, but fun to talk to nevertheless. you could tell he took great pride in being a fast runner, but as long as he had the skills to prove it, pride is something you can overlook. it was endearing. he still lost to you every time in a 100m sprint though.

you gave him tips one time. you'd never forgive yourself for helping chigiri almost beat you.

but you admire him for it. you admire his talent and his determination,

then suddenly, he's not at practice. he's not at school either. in fact, it's not a week later until you see him... with crutches and a boot. the look he gives you is empty and devoid of the usual friendliness he always shows you and he doesn't even make attempts of greeting you.

his mum picks him on time too.

you get the message that he doesn't want to talk to you. he doesn't make the effort to anymore, doesn't swing by your class during lunch time, doesn't say 'hi' to you before practice, and his coldness causes your heart to break in two.

people had always told you that distance makes the heart fonder. you found out yourself that the saying was as true as they make it sound, your heart jumping alive and filling you with unexplainable yearning. a feeling you later label as a crush. not that your crush on him could do much now.

you see him struggle in practices, witnessing the way the ball gets stolen off him- something that had never been done before, with such ease. he meets your gaze from where you were filling up your water and instantly glances away, ashamed.

the next time you hear of him after graduating middle school, he's on national television, going against the national u-20 soccer team, representing some... project called blue lock? you don't pay any mind to it though, sitting on the edge of your couch in anticipation. the world was watching chigiri hyoma- the prodigy you knew in middle school.

you panic a little when he gets subbed out and you're scrambling for your phone, searching for chigiri's contact. your old messages that were left on delivered appear, causing a subtle ache in your chest to manifest, but the first thing you send is an 'i'm watching the match. are you ok?'.

the next thing you send is a 'CONGRATULATIONS!' when his team wins.

you get a response an hour later, it's chigiri thanking you. his next text asks you to catch up over coffee. you agree as soon as the message is received.

one coffee 'date' turns into a day in harajuku. a walk together turns into visiting a local park and playing on the swing set, jokingly racing each other to each equipment and your feelings for him return full swing by the end of the two week break he has.

you spend his last day together. he tells you to keep an eye on him. that he'll become even better of a soccer player that either of you imagined in middle school. you make him keep the promise to you with a pinky promise. he agrees. you're satisfied.

and fast forward a few years, it's the night before the finals of the world cup and he's in your arms in the hotel room, self-care routine all done as you let him unwind with you in preparation for the big match tomorrow.

he tells you to watch him. that he'll bring home a medal for you. you make him pinky promise you. he agrees. he kisses your ring finger, where a precious gold band sits snugly, a reminder of his love and the years you have spent with the other.

thank u for ur ask !! sorry that i've been letting this one rot for a while but i've been waiting to get this one out since the day you sent it :D love the idea, thank u chaos!!

[transgaysex]

im about to go to sleep but everybody needs to wish me good luck i have 3 whole finals this week

[vivwritesfics]

Going to be a little self indulgent but how about Lestappen or Charlando and reader is so overworked and exhausted from studying. But she’s worn herself down so bad while the boys were gone they come back to her like that! Hope this is okay, I haven’t requested something in so long 🥺🩵💙🩵

Grief makes me write apparently

"Yes Max, I promise I'll sleep," Y/N said into the phone as she held it between her head and her shoulder. "I'll just stay up long enough to watch the first corner."

"Mijn liefje, no. You've got a test tomorrow; you need sleep," Max said as he sat in his drivers room, using the last piece of privacy he had before the race. "Promise me you'll prioritise sleep over us."

Actually, Y/N's test was that day. Her test was in six hours, actually, and she hadn't yet gotten any sleep. She'd been either calling her boyfriends while he could or watching videos of them online. Y/N had tried to sleep. And if she wasn't sleeping, she was trying to study, but even that was proving fruitless.

"Okay, Maxie, I'll try," she muttered and wished him good luck for the race. They said goodbye and around a thousand 'I love you's' before Y/N hung up.

She scrolled down to the next name on her contact list.

Lightning Mclerc 🏎💖

Y/N swiped her finger across the screen and pressed the phone against her ear.

There was a good minute before Charles picked up the phone. "Chérie!" Charles cheered as he answered the phone. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

Y/N let out something of a sigh as she leaned back in her desk chair. "I've already done this with Max," she mumbled.

"So you should be sleeping."

"I just wanted to wish you good luck before the race."

"Aw," she heard Charles say down the phone. "Thank you, mon amour. Good luck with your test tomorrow."

She thanked him quickly. "Charlie," she began, dragging out the eeeee. "When are you guys coming home?"

"Soon, baby. As soon as the race is over, Max and I will come home to you."

"Thank you, Charlie. I miss you guys so much."

"I miss you too, Chérie."

After making her promise to try and get some sleep, Y/N hung up the phone. But she couldn't sleep. She had the build up to the race on in the background as she tried to study for her test and complete her essay. It wasn't going to tell.

Within half an hour Y/N was asleep, drooling on her notes.

She woke just a few hours later to her phone, blaring in her ear. She woke with a start, almost falling out of her chair. "Holy shit," she mumbled, wiping the drool from her face. Her notes were a mess, the ink smudged to the point of being unreadable. "Fuck, shit, fuck," she mumbled as she tried to sort through them.

Y/N made her way out to her test. She wasn't prepared, not in the slightest. The boys had probably just finished her race by the time she was heading out towards her campus.

Throughout the entire test, Y/N was sweating. Her hands were shaking as she wrote, but she got through it. She answered every question with little confidence, but the questions were answered, at least.

After the test, Y/N didn't speak to anybody. She walked out of her exam and made her way straight home, straight into her bed, trying her best to sleep.

She couldn't sleep. No. The test may have been over, but Y/n couldn't stop thinking about it. She couldn't go back, couldn't change her answers now, but she was still stressed about it.

Suddenly, the door to her apartment opened. Y/N jumped out of her bed, dressed in Charles' old Ferrari shirt, and made her way to the door.

There they were. Her boys. Tired and exhausted after the first ever race in Vegas, but they were there. They could have gone home to Monaco, but they'd gone to Y/N's instead.

"Oh my god," she muttered as she walked into their awaiting arms. "You're here. You're actually here." Her face was buried in Charles' chest as Max wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"We missed you too, Schat. So, so much," he said, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"How was your test, Chérie?" Asked Charles as Max took their things into the bedroom.

Y/N didn't answer. She kept her face buried in Charles' chest as he walked her further into the apartment. Not good, that much he could pick up on. The test hadn't gone well at all.

When Charles released her, Max grabbed her shoulders and turned her towards him. "You look so tired, schat. Have you been sleeping?"

She nodded her head. Maybe it wasn't enough sleep, but it was still sleep. "But you guys must be tired, too," she said, leaning against them.

The boys settled on the sofa as Y/N ran to grab her laptop. "What're you doing?" Charles asked as she settled down between them.

"Uni work," she answered quickly as she opened the lid.

Before she could type in her passcode, Max pushed the laptop shut. "No, baby. You've just had a test. You can relax, now," he said as he placed her laptop down.

Reluctantly, Y/N accepted it. She cuddled up to her boys as the three of them watched television. If they weren't going to let her burnout, so be it (actually no, she was very grateful that they were forcing her to take a break. Y/N never would have done it on her own.).

[justlemmeadoreyou]

Unfulfilled

Ok so this was something I wrote a month ago, a simple idea that just popped up in my head. I kinda wanted to make this a series, and I still have the whole story, but I didn't think you all would like it, so tell me if you do! xoxo

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: fluff, cursing

Pairing: nerd!harry x nerd!reader

YN was stressed.

She had a physics exam tomorrow, and the constant flaunting by Harry wasn’t helping.

“I’ve revised thrice. And I am solving previous years’ papers for like, 2 hours now. I still don’t get this.” He sighed, listing up a plethora of achievements that YN was nowhere near.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. You’ve finished the syllabus and are way ahead of me. I am far behind and you’re solving questions. Happy?” YN replied, head pounding from the strain in her eyes.

“What? No! Who said I was listing all the things I’ve already done? And that you’re way behind?” He smirked, and she wanted to smack his face.

“Shut up” she finally said to him, and he started to pout.

“Hey, I was just teasing. Do you want me to help you?” he asked, now feeling a bit guilty.

“No, I’ll do it myself. I just feel a bit stressed.” you replied, placing a hand over your head.

“Let’s go for some coffee. I’ll get you a muffin too” he offered, and who were you to refuse free coffee?

“Sure” you smiled, and he dragged both of your chairs out, pushing them back in after you got up. You exited the library and he followed behind.

“You know you don’t have to worry so much. You’ve studied. I know you have.” he smiled reassuringly, and you could feel some of the tension slipping away, looking at his ridiculously cute dimples.

“Thank you. You are the only person who would say that and I would actually believe it.”

You entered the small cafe, ordering two decafs. You drank it on the way, and went back to studying at the library.

You and Harry were academic rivals, for as long as you can recall. Since high school to senior year, and then here you were attending the same grad school.

Here too, you fought like children. The competition was a bit tougher now, though, since you both wanted to get good placements, and keeping constant 9+ cgpa was a tough task.

Nevertheless, you had become friends.

Good friends, actually. You both gave the valedictorian speech together, and you had to spend a lot of time with him for it. It was then that you realized that he was not so bad after all.

He was quite caring. He constantly checked in on those around him, making sure they were okay, and letting them know that he was there for them. Even right now, he would make you drink water, shared his food with you, and gave you a head massage. He took you for coffee, so that you would get up from the depressing library and get some fresh air, before going back and diving back in.

He was quite balanced too. He was extremely good at studies, and managed everything else along with it.

Everything, which was almost annoying.

He went for a run every morning around the uni, and was ridiculously fit. He was tall, and had great hair. He played occasional basketball too, and there was a plethora of girls who attended the game just to watch him get hit in the balls with the basketball.

He would go to parties too, unlike you, who preferred to stay in and burn your eyes out on a new movie on your laptop. He drank beers, and looked better than you in the morning.

He was so perfect.

How did he manage to do that?

>>>

The exam day had arrived. You had been biting your nails since morning, and had to stop before you drew out blood and had trouble writing. He sent you texts throughout the morning, wishing you luck and encouraging you.

“Love, you’ll do well”

“Yeah, but not as well as you. How many times have you revised now?”

“Four. But-It dosen’t matter!”

“Yeah. Right.”

As if a stressed-and-not-even-revised-once head could compare to a i-revised-five-times one.

Turns out, it did.

On the day of the result, you had managed to bite through your skin, and drew out blood. Your roommate, Lizzy, had put band-aids on each finger, and scolded you for doing it. She wanted to tie your hands to the side even, so they won’t reach your vampire teeth.

As the professor was handing out the papers, you felt nervous. Everything you had written in the paper was coming back to you like an attack, and making you think you had done everything wrong.

Meanwhile, Harry was relaxed.

So relaxed.

He had his arms behind his head, and was leaning on to the backrest, looking like he owned the world. You did not anticipate the change in expression when he saw his score.

“What-?” you could hear the surprise in his shreik, and he pouted like a baby when the professor shushed him.

He was looking at the paper like it wasn’t his own, and as if he had been somehow betrayed.

You managed to walk down to his sheet while the rpof was distributing them to the last benches, and quickly grabbed his sheet to see his score.

“95. Are you mad?”

“Just 95”

He groaned and frowned, trying to take your sheet and see the score.

“What did you get?”

“Oh. I didn’t see” you were so engrossed in his score that you hadn’t even taken a glance at your own paper.

You pulled out your sheet, and glanced at the big red circle.

98

Holy shit.

“What the-” you stopped mid-sentence, and your expression now matched Harry’s.

“Fuckin’ hell” he snatched the paper from your hands, and frantically started to go through each question. Every question of yours matched his, except one. It was a 3 marker, and you had gotten it right.

“I solved this in like, 30 seconds. It’s ridiculous-” he held the paper up, reading the question, “-Is it easier to pull, or push?” he put it down, and said “ Pull. Obviously.”

“That’s not true. It actually depends on the situation. Plus, you had to give an example.”

“What did you write?”

“It depends on the situation. If you were to move a lawn mover, pull would be easy. If you were moving an almirah, push would be easy.”

“Shit” he looked sad and confused, and to be honest, you felt bad for him.

“I can’t believe you got more than me.”

“Yeah. Suck on it, Styles’”

“Hey! I helped you!”

“Well, you couldn’t even answer a push n’ pull question. Next time, I’ll help you” you couldn’t stop the big smirk that stayed on your face throughout the class.

And honestly, even Harry couldn’t stop the warm glow spreading across his face from seeing you happy.

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[medieval-canadian]

okay well.

last week i submitted the form requesting a leave of absence from the phd program. this week i'm in toronto to invigilate a final exam as one of my last TA tasks for the term. i took the train this morning, returned all the u of t library books i had languishing, and stopped to pick up tickets for the shuttle i need to take bright & early tomorrow morning (exam's from 9h-12h).

i'm a little bit (like 2%) sad, but mostly relieved. i haven't gotten the official okay for the loa yet, but i'm not sure why they would say no. i'm operating on the assumption that it'll be approved and i'll have 12 months to get over the academic hangover i've had for i think that past 4 years. once i have the official answer from sgs i'm going to send an email out to my committee.

this is going to be a time to rest and breathe and not feel guilty about it. this is going to be a time to reconnect with myself and my interests. this is going to be a time to evaluate what i want and how/if i want to move forward.* this is going to be a time to get a 9-5 job with no major intellectual demands. this is going to be a time to improve my financial situation. i don't have a job lined up yet and i'm not entirely sure what it will be, but i can't worry about that until these TA contracts are wrapped up.

now i'm sat in the library building, a couple of blossoming cherry trees visible through the window, with iced coffee and a bunch of snacks i got from pharmaprix--i will never call it by its english name ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. i have i think 29 final essays to grade before the exam tomorrow morning, and i need to start strictly timing myself for each one (and quit leaving lengthy and chatty comments) if i want to get a couple hours' sleep tonight. i'm staying with friends who have a condo downtown and i'll be heading in their direction around 8pm, but until then i'm here. i'm not entirely sure how kosher it is for me to be grading student work out in the open where students could technically walk by and see, but this class is technically on a different campus so i'm just gonna do it. wish me luck if you've gotten this far, lmao.

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*i genuinely suspect that the answer will be "yes, i want to finish this stupid degree," but i think i need some distance first, in order to get (back) to that place.

[lostdreamr-blog1]

I'm Proud of You, Darlin

A/N: I have a huge nursing exam tomorrow morning and the anxiety is getting to me…Passing means I graduate and failing is not an option. So, of course I took to writing. Hopefully this will help you some if you ever need it!! My inbox is always open for you all!

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

To say today was a big day was an understatement. You had your state board exam in less than three hours and passing that meant you could finally put all things school behind you. The countless hours you spent studying would pay off and this anxiety that has been nearly crippling these last few weeks would disappear. You would be a fully functioning adult with your big girl job, and nothing could bring you down.

You just had to pass first.

Jake had been the absolute best when it came to calming you down and helping you get through this. There would be days where he would come home, tired as he could be, and still made sure you were okay. Some days you had everything figured out and your positive attitude would shine through you.

But there was days Jake found you crying in the bathroom, drowning your worries in a bottle of liquor, and he knew you needed extra attention. If he was off the next day, it would be easy to talk him into joining you in your drinking pity party. Drunk Jake was a fun Jake. But most days he would pick you up off the floor, get you into bed, and stay with you until he had to leave for work the next morning.

He was your rock and there was zero way you would have made it to this point without him. You heard the jabs and jokes that went around about how your boyfriend wasn’t the best wingman. Or the ever so lovely nickname “Bagman” that seemed to follow him from his time at Top Gun.

But with you he was different. How many guys would push their body to the limit training, putting in 12 plus hour days, and then come home to take care of girlfriend? He could have easily said he was tired and head to bed, leaving you to deal with the anxiety that was tearing you apart. But he didn’t and you wish others could see that.

You had to leave in an hour, but the second you walked out that door, you knew you would be a mess. While Jake had been here every step of the way, he had to leave early this morning for training, and it left you alone with your thoughts. In no way could you be upset with him, you just wished he was here to calm you down one last time.

Hell, if you could take him into the test with you, you would be golden. Another irrational thought to add to the bank.

As you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, a note on the fridge caught your eye.

You are going to kill this test, Darlin. I have all the faith in the world you will pass no problem. Take a deep breath and believe in yourself as much as I do.

-J

The note made you feel a little lighter as you continued to get ready. You had laid out your lucky sweatshirt, with “Hangman” written on the back. You stole it from your blonde -haired boyfriend a year ago and told him he would never get it back. The simple response of “it looks better on you anyway” sealed the deal. You’ve worn for luck ever since.

When you put it on, you stopped and smiled. The man had managed to provide you comfort again and sprayed his cologne on it. You pulled it up to your nose and took in a deep breath. It was the safety blanket you needed to be able to walk out the door in one put together piece.

After you finished getting ready, you tried to call Jake on the way out. While you were proud of yourself for making it to the car, backing out of the driveway had the anxiety hitting you with full force. Hearing his voice was the one thing you needed right now to calm down before you reached a panic level. You were met with voicemail and tossed your phone to the passenger seat, not wanting to leave a message.

He was busy doing what he does best, and you had to respect that. Just because you couldn’t keep it together for more than five minutes doesn’t mean he needs to be by the phone every second in case you called. You had to pull it together.

Jake had one time told you when he got nervous or worried, he thought about you. He thought about how you turned him down that one night at the Hard Deck in front of all his fellow pilots, embarrassing the hell out of him. And how he proceeded to show you he was different than the rest of the guys in the military. While it took a few months, he eventually won you over.

He thought about the way your hand fits perfectly in his, almost like the two of you were made for each other. The way you laughed at all his jokes, even the cringy ones. Just to make him feel better.

He thought about how lucky he was to have you and love you every day for the rest of his life. It was those things that would calm him down, and you decided to take a page from his book.

On the drive there you thought back to the first night you two went on a date. You had told him you didn’t like things that drew attention to you. That you didn’t need a grand gesture for you to fall for him. Which led to a night in at his apartment, with homemade food that was to die for, and the first time you were able to see the real him.

He put up a front with his friends, making it seem like nothing could touch him. But behind closed doors, you saw how compassionate and caring this man could be. He was as selfless as they come, and you thanked the heavens every day for leading you to him.

You pulled up to the testing site and nearly ran out of your car when you saw Jake standing by the door. He was in his flight suit, clearly coming straight from base. When he saw you walking towards him, a genuine smile reserved only for you graced his face.

It didn’t take long for you to melt in his arms, taking in as much of him as you could. “What are you doing here? I thought you had training today?” With your head on his chest, you looked up at him for an answer.

“I couldn’t let my girl take this test without me being there. I went in early so I could get some time off this morning to see you in. I knew this would be a hard day for you.”

You closed your eyes and squeezed him some. “Thank you.” He squeezed back and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stood like that for another minute, before you stepped back. It was getting close to the time you had to be in there and you knew you couldn’t stay out here with him forever. No matter how bad you wanted to.

He placed a hand on your cheek and said, “You are going to pass this no problem. You are by far the smartest person I know and the only one standing in your way is you. I saw the work you put into this, and I promise you it will all pay off. Go in there and show this test how much of a badass you are.”

You took a few deep breaths and nodded your head. “I’ll call you when I’m done. Thank you for being here. You don’t realize how much this really helped.” He gave you one last smile and a quick kiss.

You went to walk away when his voice stopped you. “I’m proud of you, darlin.” And those were the words you would think back to anytime you get anxious.   

[lawstudentreads]

07.08.2023 | monday

hi friends! it's been a while. i was supposed to go back to studying on the 1st, but the laziness and anxiety really took hold of me for a while longer. i'm taking a property law exam in the beginning of september, and it's the last one i need to pass in order to graduate. i really don't want to stay in that uni for one semester longer. not to mention i already made it into the master's i want to do. so i have to do well, but i suck at this class. it's a bit overwhelming, to say the least.

that being said, i still have one month of time to study and i studied a bunch today! i'm also making sure to take days off so i don't burn myself out before the master's starts. if i keep this up and stay on track with the studying schedule i set up, i think i'll be okay. wish me luck!

also, as far as reading goes, i'm almost done with Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor. i've tabbed it a bunch, as you can see. i love it so much so far. it's incredibly whimsical but also heart-wrenching and beautiful all at the same time. Laini Taylor really did something special, here. i can't wait to finish it, tomorrow (although i'm simultaneously sad that it's going to be over).

i hope everyone is doing okay <3

[heeseung-min]

[04:20]

You stared at the screen for few minutes before groaning sadly at the not so good exam result. You were pissed. Pissed at how you have done so many revision but still couldn't get the result you want. Fuck education.

"I wish I can get Albert's brain."

Jake stared at you with pity. He really wished he can hug you and comfort you now but too bad what he can do only staring at you from your laptop camera he hacked.

Later that night, Jake got an idea. He wrote notes for the subject that you got worse result and planning to ask you to be your tutor tomorrow.

---

Jake waited for your class to be over. Thank god he doesn't have any class today so he doesn't need to be rush over something. He knew your schedule and where your classes might be.

See, Jake's friends has been calling him a creep for doing those things but Jake swear he is not! He just loves you and really cares about your future. Although he wishes you both to get married and you will be the housewife and he will going to work to bring money and spoil you with everything. He smile at the thought. Maybe one day it will happen. His daydream stopped when he heard someone was calling your name.

"Miss Y/n."

"Yes, professor?"

"We need to have a talk. About your result."

The poor girl just follow her lecturer to his room. She can predict what will be he nagging to her. Jake slowly follow them from behind and stopped at the door. It's a grateful when the room is far from the hallway so it gets a little privacy and he also can heard the conversation very well.

"I believe you have seen your result yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

"In the class, everyone got good result especially on my subject which is physics. But you aren't."

Okay. That kinda hurts your pride. But, it's okay. It's for the better future.

"I'm so sorry professor. I already did many revisions but luck is just not on my side."

Your lecturer lowkey staring judgingly from up to down when heard those. The old man must not believe what you said.

"That's good. However, I have another solution for you which is getting a tutor especially from the senior."

He then took a list that has names, pictures and number phones. There are some of the pictures you recognized but some aren't.

"Here is the contacts of some seniors that you can refer to, they are doing really good on this subjects. Or do you want me to arrange it?"

"Yeah, I want that. Also, can you arrange Park Jongseong for me? He is my friend so it is easier to learn from him."

Your professor nodded and dismissed you after that. You can't wait to have tutor session with Jongseong aka Jay. He is your crush actually and that what makes him become your first choice for the tutoring. Since you guys know each other already, you can spend more time with him.

You walked to the gate happily thinking about your crush not knowing someone was watching you with jealousy and furious inside their heart.

-----

It's the day for the tutoring. Your professor had informed you that your tutor will be at the library so you quickly ran to the place not wanting to make him wait for too long.

When you reached there, it was only a library staff in it and no other students so you went to take a sit and for Jay to come. However, after 10 minutes of waiting, you became worried when there is no his presence until a guy talked to you.

"You are Y/N, right? The one who needs Physics tutoring?"

"Umm yeah, and who are you?"

"Oh! great. I'm Sim Jaeyun but just call me Jake. I am your tutor for this subject. Nice to meet you. You look beautiful by the way."

You blushed at the sudden compliment and thanked him too but at the same time you are a bit disappointed that it was not Jay. You ignored it and proceed to the tutoring.

Jake kinda having hard time to teach you because he always got distracted by your expression when listening to him. He gets to wonder what expression would it be when he says that he loves you, when he shows his room that its wall full of your pictures and even in his drawer there are some of your clothes he had stolen too. He wonder how would you react to it.

You guys must feel weird how Jake is the tutor and not Jay? Jake has his own way to make sure everything is his.

-----

"Oh, Jake! What a surprise to see you here. May I know what is your curiousity?"

"Can I be y/n's tutor?"

"What?"

The old man was shocked at the sudden request. He became agitated when Jake's expression became serious.

"Umm, sorry Jake but Y/N actually request Jay not you. I already told him few minutes ago."

Jake let out his breath. He walked slowly towards the professor. The silence was really loud and made the old man became really uncomfortable. But, before he can say something Jake already choked his neck tightly.

"Ja-ja-jake...."

"Yes, you still want to live, right? You still love your wife and kids,right?"

The poor lecturer tried to nod even though it is difficult. Jake watched him with a big smile on his face.

"Cancel Jay. Put me as her tutor and if she asks just say that Jay is not interested. If you say something else, you will meet dead bodies at home."

"I- i wi-will."

"Good."

Jake let his hold go and pat his professor cheek letting him know to not forget what he said. He walked out from there with big smile on his face same like when you did but it's different because you thought about spending time with Jay but he thought about slowly getting you in his arms.

"What a nice day."

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So,this is the right one for the jake yandere request😌😌😌so sorry for the mistake, hope you guys enjoy this

taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount

[goldencherryhazz]

KISS IN THE KITCHEN

An: so in celebration of the fact that there is less then a week until I start my final exams I have a short fic for you and all the people starting or doing exam right now, good luck bby’s ! Also 700+ followers guys, are you kidding me!! Ily all 🥰

This includes a lotta fluffy fluff because that is what my heart craves! (I’m so stressed rn 😭) anyways hope you enjoy! Not proofread ofc, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated!

Stress and worry was the only thing encapsulating you mind at this moment in time, your final exams were just over a week away and the all you could seem to do was study for them.

Revising from book to book your folder full of notes and mind maps was almost bulging, mirroring what you felt your head was doing at that moment.

‘Baby, you alright in there’ Harry chirps as he peeks his head round the door, having not been home for very long after being at the studio for a good portion of the day.

‘Yeah I’m fine’ you clearly don’t tell him the truth.

‘Dont lie to me’ he can see the distress in your face and how your eyes are slightly red as you try to hold back tears from how stressed you were. Harry hated the sight infront of him, not you of course, but the fact that a stupid exam had you in bits.

‘I just don’t want to do bad, people have said this exam can be really hard and they wished they’d studied more, so thats what I thought I’d do but nothings going in’ you ramble as you let the first tear fall which was soon followed by some more.

‘Oh m’baby, c’mere’ he rushes to scoop you up from where you were sat, pulling you into his chest where you start to sob and Harry feels his heart pang as he tries to not get emotional himself, he just really didn’t like seeing you this way.

‘It’s okay darling, I’m here, s’all going to be alright I promise’ he tries to speak comfort to you.

After a few minutes he moves to sit down on the chair you were once sat on and has you straddling his lap as he was scared that eventually your legs would give way. ‘It’s okay baby, let it all out’ he presses a kiss into your hair as he soothingly rubs circles into your back. It’s when you start to hyperventilate slightly that tears his heart the most ‘gotta breath for me baby, in through you nose and out through your mouth’ and when you carry on he physically has to pull your face out of the crook of his neck and have you face him.

‘In and out darling, gotta breath for me’ he demonstrates and you eventually start to follow.

‘Good girl’ he praises when you regulate your breathing, the only sound now emitting from you were tiny whimpers as you start to calm down, your head falls limp in the hold of his hands, truly showing how tired you were and harry takes the chance to wipe the water that had gathered on your now tear stained cheeks.

‘Sorry, this is soo silly’

‘No it’s not, the only thing that is silly is that you are putting to much pressure on yourself darling’

‘I just don’t want to disappoint anyone’

‘Who are you going to disappoint? he asks he asked in bewilderment.

‘I don’t know, you…my parents’ you try and think of some more but you realise that you couldn’t.

‘You are definitely not going to disappoint me, you are the most intelligent and most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and for your parents, I know they would be saying the exact same thing baby’

‘I just wanna do well’ you sniffle into his shoulder.

‘You are gonna do soo good baby, I know it. You just gotta rest now, no point overloading and stressing yourself out’

‘I know, but my exams are a week away, need to do some more’

‘Not a chance darling, think you should take a break cause I hate seeing you like this, I really do’ he pouts.

‘Maybe could just have the rest of tonight off’

‘And tomorrow’ Harry pipes up.

‘But-‘ you try to protest but Harry is having none of it.

‘Nope, no buts baby, you need to recharge your batteries’ he didn’t want to take the decision off of you but judging by your state you definitely needed a break to relax yourself, and he knew that you wouldn’t refrain yourself from overworking.

‘Okay’ you agree dropping your head in defeat onto his shoulder, knowing that he was right and that you needed to take care of yourself a bit more than you did.

‘That’s my good girl, now let me take care of you’ you face his mmm and smile softly.

‘C’mere petal, got some mascara on your cheeks’ Harry starts the thumb off the black streaks, his eyes peering at you in concentration.

‘I love you’ you can’t help but burst out when he’d finished, feeling like crying all over again at how tentative he was.

‘I love you too baby…I’m gonna go run you a bath, does that sound good?’ He whispers as if he knew that you had a headache at that moment.

‘That sounds amazing H’ you practically moan because you back had been aching from being leant over you desk for such a long time.

‘C’mon then’ he taps you thighs signalling you to get up from his lap.

‘Oh no, my legs seem to have stopped working’ you try to get up but flop back onto him.

‘Okay’ he swiftly scoops you as he stands, making sure that you don’t fall from his grip, the act making you giggle into his shoulder, and to be honest you felt like it was the first time you had properly laughed in days. Harry couldn’t help but smile at your sweet giggles, much preferring it when you were your usual bubbly state.

He carried you up the stairs without a care in the world, as if this were a normal situation between the two of you and now that you think about it, it probably was. The amount of times you had fallen asleep halfway through a film was ridiculous, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake you up from your peaceful state so always opted to carry your sleeping figure.

Once you both reach the bathroom he plops you down on the toilet seat, whilst he goes to turn the tap on for the bath, adding a copious amount of lavender bubbles and even a bath bomb, knowing the scent had its calming attributes which is definitely what you needed.

‘Are you getting in with me?’ You ask sweetly from you set on the closed toilet seat.

‘I would love to baby, but I need to go and make us some food?’

You go to protest and try to convince him to stay before he cuts you off abruptly ‘have you eaten today?’ He counters.

‘I had a slice of toast and a banana’ you list the very few items of food you had eaten, realising he did indeed have a point.

‘Gotta stop doing this to yourself petal, s’not good, don’t want you getting sick’ he says his eyebrows furrowing.

‘I’m sorry’

‘Its okay baby, I will go make something now and it’ll be ready for when you come down’ he says swirling his hand in the tub once more making sure that the water was the perfect temperature before shutting the taps off.

‘ What if I get lonely’ you pout.

‘Liste to me on the speaker, you usually do when I’m not here most of the time’ you smile at that because it was indeed true, Harry had caught you many times dancing and singing along to his music when he got home from work.

‘Okay, thankyou bub, kissy?’ You request and he instantly complies mumbling a small ‘your welcome’ between kisses.

‘If you need me shout me okay, and remember relax’ Harry emphisises and before you get chance to respond he is trotting down stairs, so that he could start dinner preparations and you can’t help but chuckle at you sweet boyfriend.

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You spend about 25 minutes in the bath before you start to miss Harry, even though he was just downstairs. So you get out and dry your hair a bit with a towel before slipping on one of Harry shirts and a pair of shorts before you are rushing downstairs again, feeling a lot more relaxed compared to when you were first carried upstairs.

You find harry at the hob mixing a pot of spaghetti, and when you see the bowl of grated cheese ready to sprinkle on top of it you walk up to him before wrapping your arms around his figure and cuddling into his back.

‘Hiya baby, what are you doing back there?’

‘Lovin’ on you, because you made me my comfort food because your the bestest’ you ramble out.

‘What can I say baby, there isn’t anyone else that compares to me’ he says cheekily.

‘Your ego is way too big’ you tell him and he doesn’t argue because he knew it was true.

You hear Harry put the spoon down on the counter, before he is twisting in the cocoon of you arms to face you.

‘Dance with me baby’ he takes you by your hand, placing the other on your waist, and you love how random he is because he doesn’t even give you the chance to agree or disagree, not that you ever would, before he is swaying you both side to side, your dancing perfectly soundtracked by the soft jazz playing from the kitchen speaker.

Before long you have you arms looped around the back of his neck, you faces inches away from the other as you looked lovingly into each other’s eyes, big smiles gracing you faces as you dance rhythmically in the space of you kitchen.

‘Thankyou for tonight H, really don’t know what I would do without you, probably would have sent myself insane by now.’ You say sincerely, truly feeling like you didn’t deserve the man stood in front of you.

‘Don’t have to thank me darling, that’s why I’m here and besides I wouldn’t ever let you go on the way you were, care about you too much.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead, still swaying you back and forth.

‘Still got a headache baby?’

‘I do but it doesn’t hurt that much now’

‘Do you want some pain killers?’

‘Not just yet, think I know something else that would make me feel better’

‘And what would that be darling’ he smiles down at you.

You don’t give him and answer as you press your lips to his, he immediately kisses you back. One of his hands sneak up to catch the side of your face in his large palm to deepen the kiss, you noses bumping into the other looking as though you were trying to give each other Eskimo kisses at the same time, giddy smiles on your faces that were still barely centimetres away from the other when you gave yourself a little breather. Harry would catch you lips in his randomly, not being able to resist your soft lips in this close proximity.

In that moment you realise that the best remedy to all of you exam stress was right infront of you, dancing and kissing your boyfriend giddily in the kitchen whilst listening to soft jazz made your mind feel at rest, and you didn’t plan on leaving Harry side for the entire night, but Harry truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

[warmblanketwhump]

my whump comfort jam is a caretaker taking care of a shitfaced / completely drunk whumpee. <3

leaning onto caretaker for support (PLUS if they are touch-starved) because they are too dizzy, maybe drunkenly spilling some emotions whumpee wouldn’t otherwise have shared. a touch-starved whumpee only having the courage to cuddle with caretaker when they are too drunk. caretaker making sure they drink enough water, rubbing their back, just comforting them through everything. the possibilities are endless!

if you feel up to it i’d love to read what you‘d come up with based on this ^^ (if not that totally okay too so pls don’t feel pressured!)

to add onto the „drunk whumpee comfort“: accidentally confession of feelings. and the whumpee not being used to being treated so kindly when „being a burden“ …. which just …. let’s more feelings spill over…. more things to accidentally confess <3

SO sorry this took forever - for some reason this was a challenging one, but hopefully this is what you were hoping for!! 

tw: alcohol (and a bit too much of it) 

“Hey, have you seen B anywhere?” A pokes their head in the midst of the chatting group at the crowded house party, eyes darting around as the bass of the music pounds and sipping from their can of sparkling water. 

“B? They’re completely off the rails tonight,” C says, taking a sip from their red plastic cup. “Last I saw, they were dancing on a table doing karaoke for one.” 

A stifles a groan. B had been unusually quiet all day after their exam—or, at least quieter than A had seen from them over the few months that they’d known them. And from the one other time they’d seen B drink, this wasn’t going to end well. 

D cranes their neck, eyes searching the room. “Last I saw, they were doing shots in the kitchen with abandon, so that could be a good place to look.” 

A nods. “Thanks. Wish me luck.” Because if I know B, I’m going to need it.

After a bit more frantic searching, they finally find B dancing in the kitchen, the rest of the room howling with laughter as they struggle to stay upright. Anger boils up in A’s stomach—they’re laughing at B. 

“Ooookay, B, I think that’s enough for tonight.” A sidles up to B’s side, easing their arm around B’s shoulders in an attempt to rescue them from the ridicule. 

“Heeyyyyyy, A!” A lazy smile spreads across B’s face, and they wrap their arms around A’s waist and squeeze them tight as they slur their words. “My faaavorite person.” 

“You’re my favorite too, B.” A gently pats the top of B’s head, taken aback by the unusual display of affection. “How about we take a break?” 

“Break? You know A, cars have brakes.” The playfulness leaves their face, and they’re suddenly serious, staring at A with big, wide eyes as they slur their words. “Do you like cars, A?” 

“I sure do.” A throws a dirty look at the rest of the laughing crowd as they haul B away, using their spare hand to snatch a stray, unopened water bottle from a nearby table. “Do you know what else I like?” A finds a side room—some sort of small library, and deposits B in the chair before unscrewing the cap. “Water. Will you take a few sips for me?” 

“Water’s no fun,” B pouts.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow, B.” A holds the bottle up to B’s lips. “Come on, just a couple sips?” 

B wrinkles their nose, but obliges. They must’ve been overplaying their aversion to water, because they drain half of the bottle in a single go.

“There you go, B. Good job.” A rubs their shoulder encouragingly, and they can’t help but notice that B leans closer to them until their head rests on their shoulder. “You ready to go home?”

B nods. “It’s all…spinny.”

Their apartment building is only a few blocks away, so they loop their arm around B’s waist and steady them on their feet. Calling a ride will just take twice as long on a Saturday night, so they text their group of friends to meet them back at home.

Unfortunately, the alcohol must be catching up to B, because they’re suddenly twice as unsteady on their feet, and A’s half carrying them by block number two. Halfway through the walk, A spots a bench that they can rest on so they can find the strength to finish carrying B all the way home. They plop down, then fish the water bottle out from their pocket.

“Okay, B. One more sip, please?” 

“A, you’re soft.” B’s fingers twist in the material of A’s sweater as they curl into their side on the cool fall night.. “And all....warm...and nice....and we should hug more.”

In spite of their frustration, A finally cracks a smile. “Well thank you, B. I do give good hugs.” And in spite of things, they find themselves wrapping their arms around B and rubbing their back, sheltering them against the chill of the fall evening.

“See? Good hugs. And I like them. And you. Mostly you, though.” 

“Um...me?” 

“Duh, A.” B giggles. “You’re pretty.”

A’s momentarily grateful for the cover of darkness that hides the blush of their cheeks. “Okay, now I know you’ve had too much to drink. Let’s get you back home, okay?”

B doesn’t say anything and just limply leans against A, and they half stumble the rest of the way home. After an elevator ride and a brief encounter with a piece of trash in the hallway that B was convinced was a cat, they finally make it back to their cozy apartment.

After depositing B on their bed, they slip off their shoes and socks and help them lay down on their side. Then they head out to the kitchen and return with a big glass of water and a banana. “To eat. I don’t want you going to bed with only cheap tequila and water in your stomach.”

B grabs the banana with a clumsy hand, poking at the fruit. At A’s quizzical expression, they clarify. “Gotta make sure I eat the right one. There’s three.”

A bites back a laugh as B picks at the banana, eating it ever so slowly as A roots around for some pajamas for B in their messy room. “B, your room is a disaster.”

B’a face immediately crumples, and their eyes fall to the ground like A just told them their dog just died. “I’m….I’m sorry.” Their lip starts trembling, and the banana slips from their hand and plops on the bed.

“Oh, B, oh my god, that’s not-“ A fumbles for their words as they clamber onto the bed and big, fat tears start rolling down B’s cheeks. “Honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that about you.”

“It’s....it’s okay.” B lets out a shuddering sob. “A, do you hate me?”

“….B, I just spent an hour getting you home. Why would you think that?”

“Because everybody thinks that. Because I’m a screwup and a joke.” Their lower lip quivers and they look away. “And I failed my test today and I can’t stay focused half the time, and I’m just crap at everything.” They frantically swipe at the tears flowing down their cheeks. “And I’ll never be good enough for you. Ever.” 

“Oh, B…I didn’t mean…” A could kick themselves for their careless words—they had no idea that under their carefree, chaotic exterior, B harbored all these feelings about themselves—or about A. “I don’t hate you, love. Not at all.” 

B still looks so tearful and forlorn that A can’t help but lean forward and wrap them in a bone-crushing hug, and B limply hugs them back as they softly weep into A’s shoulders. A rubs big circles on B’s back, tracing the lines of their spine, measuring the contours of each rib, applying gentle, soothing pressure to help calm B down. 

After a while, B leans back, eyes red from crying. They look about ready to topple over, so A makes the executive decision that it’s time for B to get to bed, because this conversation isn’t going to go much farther. 

“B, a few more sips, okay? Then it’s lights out.”

“A, I’m gonna have to go to the bathroom if I drink that,” B whispers, as if scandalized. 

“That’s generally the idea of drinking liquids, B. Your future self thanks you.”

A glares at the water bottle, carefully weighing their next words. “Fine. One condition.”

“What?” 

“You stay. Here. With me.”

After B’s tearful confession, A couldn’t imagine leaving them alone anyways. So they concede, and B takes a few more dutiful sips as promises. A shifts around on the bed, easing themselves into a more comfortable spot, and B flops down next to them. 

“There. Comfy?” A asks. B just rolls into A and buries their face in their chest, murmuring a soft, contented sound. 

It isn’t long before B is snoring lightly, but A is wide awake, their fingers lightly tracing through B’s hair. After all the confessions of tonight, they’re carefully weighing what should be left in the night and what questions should see the light of day. Did B really mean all of those things about A? Was it worth bringing things up the next morning if B didn’t remember a thing? What about all those things B said about themselves? 

But it’s late now, and B’s here, with them, home safe. Morning will come, and A hope that the answers to their questions will, too. And for now, that’s enough, so A lets their eyes drift shut. 

[oscar-piastri]

safe place (2) [arthur leclerc x reader]

title: safe place (2) [read part one here]

pairing: arthur leclerc x reader

summary: you finally understand what is your safe place

words: 1k

It has been a few weeks since you went back home. Things weren’t perfect but it was going great. You found a new job, with more hours and more money. Living in Monaco was very great, but wanting to move out with any financial help was a nightmare and you could only rely on yourself. Having to keep studying wasn’t helping at all, but luckily, you had found someone to help you

“What about this one?” Arthur shoved his phone screen to your face. “It’s cute, affordable and… close to my place”

You sighed, closing your textbook to take Arthur’s phone. “Yeah, I like it” you said as you looked through all the pictures. Arthur was right, it was affordable, thanks to the money you managed to save and the financial aids you were eligible for. “I will call” you said as you wrote down the offer reference and the phone number to set up a visit.

“We make a great team” Arthur proudly said, a giant smile appearing on his face, sitting on his bed. You were studying at his place for one of your exams and he decided to help you in your apartment hunt while you were ‘kicking ass and getting good grades’

“We do,” you replied, sitting next to him. “Honestly, I’m thankful for everything you did, and are doing for me” Arthur was slightly blushing and it made you smile. He was about to say something when your alarm went on. “Shit, I have to go to work” you hurried up, grabbing all your stuff you shoved in your backpack.

“Good luck” Arthur said as he was closely following you to walk you to the door.

Before leaving you felt your brain connecting and you turned around “Shit, I won’t have time to see you before you leave right?” you asked Arthur, as you remembered he had to leave early tomorrow morning to attend another of his race weekends.

“Nope. What a bummer you can’t come with me because of work. What will I do without my lucky charm?” Arthur grinned and you couldn’t help but smile.

“No matter where I will be, you can be sure I will be cheering for you” you said before waving goodbye and running to work.

Saturday morning, you’re working the morning shift at work meaning you were set to miss Arthur’s sprint race. Luckily you weren’t working for his feature race and he was starting from a good position. Throughout the morning, your mind was lost, only focusing on Arthur, and you spent a good part of your shift, wishing for it to be over soon, so you could see how the race went.

As soon as your shift ended, you hurried to get your phone and your heart literally missed a beat, when you read the notifications on your phone ‘F3 Sprint Race: big crash from Arthur Leclerc’. It was like the world was spinning around you, and your brain was already thinking the worst. As you were walking home, you tried to call Arthur many times, you texted him like crazy and you checked social media for updates. You knew he was out of the car but cared way too much about Arthur, not to worry.

As you were about to reach your house, your phone rang and you sight in relief when you saw it was Arthur calling you.

“Oh god, Arthur, are you okay?!” you asked right away, not giving him the time to speak first. You heard him chuckle at the other side.

“I’m fine. The car took the big hit”

“My heart dropped when I left work and read what happened. I-I should have come, you said I was your lucky charm, maybe it wouldn’t have happened!”

“Calm down Y/N. I am fine. I did a check up at the medical center and I’m totally fine, even fit to race tomorrow morning. I’m super strong, I’ll even get on the podium tomorrow, I can feel it.” Arthur tried to reassure you but you stayed silent. “How was work by the way?”

“Boring. But on Monday after school I’m going to visit the place you showed me. I have a feeling it’s going to be good.”

“Really? That’s amazing! I’ll be crossing my fingers. I’m flying back home on Monday, so maybe we can meet after the visit so I can have the privilege of being the first one to know everything?” Arthur asked

“Okay, deal”

“Great. Okay I gotta go, but we’ll talk later”

Monday was quick to arrive and you were glad, not just because you were one step closer to being without your parents, but because Arthur was meeting you after the visit and you were dying to see him again. After the scare you had Saturday, you just wanted one thing and it was hugging him and being near him.

The visit went well, it was small but cozy and had everything you could need. You had met the owners of the place and the feeling went really great so you were hopeful they would pick you. You were making your way outside when you got a text from Arthur saying “I’m outside :)”. You didn’t bother to reply and simply ran outside the building to find Arthur on his phone, leaning against a pole.

“Arthur!” you called him excited. Arthur looked up from his phone and his face lit up when he saw you running to him. He barely had the time to put his phone away before you threw your arms around him. “I’m happy to see you” you said, breaking the hug

“In one piece you mean?” he joked, making you gently hit his shoulder “Okay, okay not funny” 

You both stood there, in silence for a few minutes before Arthur decided to speak again.

“So… You think this could be your safe place?” he asked, pointing at the building behind you.

“Not really…” you mumbled

“Why? I thought it was perfect” he asked, his face showing signs of confusion.

“Oh no I meant… I really like this place, I could see myself living there but… I don’t think it is my actual safe place” you explained. Funny because you thought it could be the safe place you and Arthur have been talking about, but when Arthur asked, it all changed. 

“Oh…”

“Arthur, you’re my safe place” you blurred out. “I’ve never felt safer than when I am in your arms or near you or in the same room”

“Y/N I-”

“No please… Just let me speak” you insisted and Arthur closed his mouth right away. “I don’t know, I think it’s when I found out about your crash that all the pieces got together in my head and my heart. Arthur you make me so happy, you make me laugh, you’re basically the sunshine of my moody days. You’re always on my mind and at first I thought it was just because you were checking up on me, helping me but no. Arthur, I like you. I really really like you. A lot. And not as a friend. I think I’m falling for you” you confessed to Arthur, feeling a big weight dropping from your shoulders. You looked at Arthur, unsure of his reaction.

“Can you say it again?” Arthur asked you, leaving you confused.

“Uh? You- what? The entire thing? Because I- I don’t think I can, you know it was really spontaneous”

Arthur put his body closer to yours. “No, just the last part,” he said with a smile.

“I’m falling for you,” you replied firmly.

“Good” he said, bringing his face a few inches from yours. “Because I already fell for you. And I fell hard” 

[penhoonie]

tell me what’s your wish !!

IN WHICH;; sunghoon doesn’t know what to get y/n for her bday (inspired by tomorrow x together’s wishlist)

“ It's all going wrong // I might as well confess // I like you ,,

PAIRING: p.sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: high school romance | fluff | bff to lovers

WORD COUNT: 0.9k words

WARNINGS: nothing but a little bit of cursing I think(? (lmk if there’s anything else pls)

A/N: I’ve been holding onto this since I opened my tumblr out of panic if it’s good enough or not :(( I hope to publish more often from now onwards ^^

Just like any other day, the guys were laying around in Jake’s living room, waiting for their turn to come while Niki’s and Heeseung’s game was taking more than expected.

— Are you planning to finish today? Because I might just leave, I have a present to buy— Sunghoon exclaimed after some other complaints from the boys.

— You haven’t bought y/n’s gift yet?— Sunoo gasped dramatically.

— Dude, you’re in problems— Jay added— Remember what she got you last year? She outdid all of us.

— Not me. I knew Noona’s present would be better, so I tagged along— Niki replied, his eyes still fixed on the tv screen.

— Yah, that’s not fair— it was Jungwon who talked this time —Noona always has the best ideas.

— Shut up, you all are making me feel guilty— Sunghoon interrupted.

— As you should— Sunoo answered, sassily— How come you haven’t got her anything? Her birthday it’s like what? Next week?

— In five days— he responded, almost in a whisper, while brushing his hair with his hand— The thing is, I’ve been meaning to trick her into telling me something she wants; but somehow I always get distracted— he confessed, frustrated.

— What if you just tell her that you have the biggest crush on her already— said Jake, while eating some jelly.

Sunghoon felt his face becoming hotter— W-what?— he stuttered.

— Hyung, we are not stupid, you obviously like noona— Jungwon spoke.

— And she likes you back— Heeseung added, finally winning the game. Sunghoon just blushed even more.

— Actually, it would be a gift to all of us having you two date— Jay commented.

— Yeah, it’s getting weirder being around when you get all lovey dovey— Niki agreed. In that moment, the boy buried his face in a pillowcase while the rest of the friend group kept making fun of him.

🎧☁️🫖🩹

Sunghoon took a big breath before the class door. It was finally the day.

Although at first his friends’ words had sounded crazy to him, after putting some thought in the issue, he had realized they were right. Well, at least in some parts, since he was almost sure that the sentiments he felt towards his best friend were not reciprocate. But he was done holding himself back, he had taken the decision of confessing and nothing was stopping him.

Despite his determination, he started shaking the moment he saw the first person exiting the classroom. Regardless, he waited patiently, well aware that y/n usually took a long time during tests. He even saw Sunoo, who gave him a thumbs up before leaving.

— Sunghoon-ah! How can I have a worse luck, I just did horrible in that exam. And on my birthday!— he was spacing out, but the tension returned as soon as the well-known voice reached his ears.

— Hey. Are you okay?— the girl, now standing in front of him asked, preoccupied.

He quickly put on a smile —Yeah, sure. How could I be not okay if I’m here to pick you up for your birthday?

— I’ve just spoke to you informally and you are not angry at all?— she questioned back, rhetorically.

— That’s not- Wait. You did what?— his expression dropped, suddenly annoyed.

In a matter of seconds, they were running around the school; laughing while Sunghoon tried to catch the girl. They were already getting tired once they arrived to the backyard, when she tripped in the grass. He stepped out the pace, frightened.

— y/n! Are you okay?— he asked, bending over her. And before he could’ve realized, the younger had already dragged him towards the floor with her, laughing.

— You are a little disrespectful son of a-— he started rambling, sitting down beside her.

— Hoon— he was interrupted— Thanks. I thought that test would ruin my mood for the rest of the day, but you already made it so much better— she continued, encircling him with her arms— Seriously, thank you.

The boy became flustered under the physical contact. He moved backwards, slowly creating a distance between them; yet holding the younger one by the hands.

— y/n, there is something you need to know— he started, arousing her curiosity— And I don’t think I will be able to ever tell you if I don’t say it right now.

— Are you sure everything it’s okay? You’re scaring me— she responded, putting a hand on his shoulder.

— Yes! Yes. Just… I’ve been holding this for such a long time— he took what felt like the hundredth big breath of the day, rising his head to stare directly at his companion’s eyes— Shit, this is much more difficult than what Jake told me— the guy moaned while lying down on the ground and covering his face with his hands.

— I’m losing my patience, just tell me at once!— she exclaimed, hitting him on the side.

— Yah, that’s not how you treat someone who is confessing to you— he shouted back, instantly regretting it.

The silence grew between them. Sunghoon immediately stood up awkwardly, afraid of facing the younger who remained sat on the ground.

— That’s it?— she suddenly asked— That was the thing you were dying to tell?

— It may not be that important to you, but you could just say “I don’t like you back” instead of acting as if it was irrelevant— he sounded upset.

— Hoon, either you’re blind or just stupid— she laughed, walking towards him.

— Now I’m being insulted too?— he reclaimed, falsely resentful, his mood getting lighter with her giggling.

— Sunghoon! Can’t you tell already?— she smiled, standing right in front of him.

— I like you back, dumbass— that’s the last thing she said before dragging him on what became their first kiss.

@ penhoonie masterlist

[werebutch]

I really hope I do okay tomorrow I have a big ish bio exam. Wish me luck 🙏

[arisuworld]

chai girl i need help pls. tell me how like idc i am gonna manifest, enter void, do a spell, hell make a demon my bitch and make a deal but i have to manifest getting top scores in tomorrow’s exam no matter what. i had a little thing with a friend who said things to me that pissed me off really much and basically also said i will not score amazing in tomorrows exam and it is my fault ok maybe not exactly this but whatever. its accounts if you know and she has also already studied it once i’m new to this and i’m not v good in it. but i don’t care i want to score a 8th pointer gpa which is the highest and more than her tbh. i will also send this to other bloggers because i need an answer immediately if you can help pls im so grateful. thank u sm and have a great day. i really really want to do this pls help thanks and pray/manifest that i succeed.

Hey sweetheart, why are you worrying? There's no need to worry. You want good grades? Then that's what you're gonna get. Just believe that you'll get good grades no matter what happens and no matter what anyone says. It's your life, your rules. People and their discouraging opinions does not matter.

Have faith and affirm "I'll top in my exam tomorrow, no matter what happens" All you have to do is believe in this affirmation and do not doubt.

I wish you good luck :) you'll do really well!! Don't worry okay? 🩷

[ofallthingsnasty]

I have an extremely hard exam tomorrow and due to my stupid anxiety disorder I couldn't study enough... Please, please wish me luck 😭 The exam has three parts: written, practical and oral. The written portion is already over and it went so-so, the practical is going okay (we'll finish our orthodontical apparatus tomorrow afternoon) and the oral exam is tomorrow at 10 am... The grade for that one counts double, so keep your mental fingers crossed for me please 😭

After that one, 8 out of 14 exams will be done! Slowly inching closer to being a real dentist lol

[uncontrolledfission]

day 22 of 100 days of productivity 💌

I took the day off school today because I’ve got a cold. I don’t like taking days off, especially on days I have physics because I love it so much, but I feel uncomfortable being in school being so crusty and germy. So I stayed home.

I got a decent amount done today, I revised for the maths and physics tests I have tomorrow. I’ve heard from the other physics students that the test is a real stinker. However, I really have revised to nearly the best of my ability, so let’s hope I pull through! But I’m gonna do a few more exam questions to be safe.

I think my calculus test should be okay tomorrow, I’ve had a lot of practice with optimisation and differentiation in general. But I don’t know, a part of me is still worried. I haven’t topped my maths class once this academic year and I want to do that. It’s like a rivalry in my head with all of the very talented mathematicians in my class. I have faith I can do it, though.

I’m generally excited for tomorrow, though, it’s my quadruple-maths-and-double-physics day tomorrow. Wahey!

Wish me luck!

- J