get over yourselves and be happy

This is something I hope all of my followers and the entire studyblr community will read…

Last year was the hardest year of my life and I did not even notice it until I was out of it. To give a little background, I was 19, and becoming a college senior. I completed my bachelor’s degree with a double major, summa cum laude. I worked two jobs, one retail, one as a tour guide, five days a week, and took seven classes in the fall, and eight in the spring, and six in the summer. By March I had lost 16 pounds, was not eating, not sleeping, and drinking four or more cups of coffee a day. I had a boyfriend, friends, a roommate, I was president of a club, vice president of another, and working as vice president of one club’s international leadership program as one of five student board members across sixty-three countries. I studied for my LSAT, took the exam, and applied to law school. And in August, I will be the youngest person in my law school.

I pushed myself harder and further than I ever imagined, and though I sometimes (often) felt like it, I never cracked, gave up, or even collapsed. I did not always take care of myself, physically, mentally, or emotionally though, and I failed myself there, but I was so driven, so determined, that none of that mattered to me at that moment. I do not regret that or any of the choices I have made, but I pressured myself more than anyone ever has, and more than I ever have. I accomplished unbelievable things, but at an insane cost - my health.

Often in this community I receive messages, and see posts, encouraging you to never give up, and to always push yourself to get that A, pass that test, graduate, or to overcome whatever academic or otherwise challenges you are facing. Almost daily I receive messages asking how I do it. “How did you graduate at 20?”, “How do you keep up with all of your commitments?”, and even, “You are so amazing, I could never do it like you do”. But I am here to tell you well, it is not pretty. I went days without eating a meal at times. Days without washing my hair, of wearing the same torn leggings and a hoodie because a grade meant more to me than I meant to myself. I got walking pneumonia at the end of the spring term because I had pushed myself too hard and spent weeks telling myself I could not afford to be sick today, tomorrow, or the next day. I wore myself down so much that I had a doctor literally tell me that now at 20 years old, if I do not tone down the stress and pressure I subject myself to, that I could give myself a stroke. A stroke, 20 years old!

Being a perfectionist, and being so overwhelmingly addicted to my studies, is not glamorous.

I am making this post not to brag about my accomplishments, but because I receive messages daily idolizing me and what I have done. I want everyone to know that this is not easy. Having a dream is hard work, and I have been unfairly hard on myself. Just because you do not see someone’s cracks and scars, does not mean they are not there. I have worked hard, and have earned these things, but I have made sacrifices I would hate to see anyone else make.

In 10 days I move across the country to start law school, and I am terrified that I will allow myself to do this all over again. I am not afraid of the move, or of law school, but of myself and how I talk to myself and treat myself, and the amount of stress and pressure I am willing to apply to myself, without hesitation. In a month I have law school orientation, and have set up a meeting with one of the school’s onsite trauma therapists. I refuse to let myself be my own greatest roadblock. I have to learn to love myself. It is not fair to your body and mind to put grades above yourself. I now full heartedly believe that a grade is not worth your health. I will no longer break my back bending over backwards for an A+. I will no longer let myself go days without food and rest because I want this essay to be perfect, or my presentation to go as planned, second by second. I will allow myself to be happy, well rested, well fed, and healthy. I will love myself, and this is a promise I am making to myself and to all of you, and a promise I hope you all can make to yourselves as well.

I promise.

TLDR; Be dedicated, and determined to get what you want, but do not sacrifice your health, mental, physical, or emotional, for a grade, a diploma, a degree… You are worth so much more than a letter on a piece of paper, and it is okay to sometimes need to hear that. I know I did.

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Missing Phone and Home

“Come on, Maggie! Kara and James are already waiting for us!”

Maggie groans from her bedroom and Winn exchanges an arched eyebrow with Alex.

“You alright in there, babe?” Alex calls.

“I can’t find my phone!”

Maggie’s voice is muffled, and Winn leans into Alex.

“She sounds like she’s… is she checking under her bed?”

Alex snorts. “Pfft, no, why would her phone be there?”

“Babe, do you remember if I took it out of my pocket last night before we – “

“I’m calling you right now, hold on!” Alex cuts her off, a blush rising in her face as Winn’s smirk grows.

“Nice work, Danvers,” he mutters, and Alex smacks him lightly, gently, affectionately, on the back of the head, but her own pleased grin gives her away.

She dials Maggie’s number and Maggie appears in her bedroom doorway, head cocked to the side, waiting for the call to go through.

John Legend’s Save Room starts blasting through the apartment from somewhere near the couch, and Maggie bites her lip with wide eyes as Winn awes and Alex blushes and bends to scoop the phone out from between the cushions.

“Babe – “ She says when she glances at it, and Maggie closes her eyes like she’s waiting to be hit, like she’s thinking she’s done something so stupid; like she’s thinking she forgot something, and that something might destroy everything.

Alex stares down at the caller ID picture of herself on Maggie’s phone – a beautiful shot, one that James took at game night a few weeks ago, Alex with her face frozen in laughter, holding Maggie’s hand and leaning into Kara’s shoulder – but that’s not what has her attention, what’s made the blood rush from her face.

The picture isn’t what’s tearing Maggie’s stomach into knots and making Winn stare between them, completely unaware of what’s happening, wondering if he’s going to need to call Supergirl and Guardian.

“I’m sorry, Danvers, I’ll change it, I know it’s probably uncomfortable, I – “

Winn leans over Alex’s shoulder just before her call goes to voicemail. “Maggie, no, that picture’s beautiful, why – oh. Oh.” He stares between them now, and he knows what Maggie’s afraid of. But he also knows Alex, and he knows Maggie has no reason to be apologizing, no reason to be scared.

“No, Maggie, I…” Alex holds up Maggie’s phone numbly, even though the screen’s faded to black by now. “You have my cell number listed as Home.”

Maggie lowers her gaze and licks her lips. “Like I said, Danvers, I’ll change it, I’m sorry, I – “

Alex is across the room before Maggie can say anything else, and she’s lifting her chin up with gentle, gentle fingers. “No. No, no. You’re not reading me right, I… I’m not angry, I’m… I love it, Maggie. That I’m…”

“My home,” Maggie supplies in a soft, tentative, terrified voice, and Alex’s smile has never been more tender.

“Why… why would I be upset about something so… beautiful?”

Maggie shrugs and tries to look away again. “It’s clingy, it’s – “

“No,” Alex corrects gently. “No, it’s not. It’s amazing. You’re amazing. I… I want to be your home, Maggie, I want to give you that. I want to give you everything, because you… you deserve everything. And I… I want to build mine with you. My home. If you want.”

Maggie is silent for the longest of moments, trying desperately not to cry, trying desperately not to weep.

“You getting soft on me, Danvers?”

Alex laughs and it’s the best sound Maggie’s ever heard.

“When you’re done proposing to each other, any chance we can go meet Kara and James at the brunch place? Kara’s blowing up my phone with texts, and I’m pretty sure if we don’t get there soon, she’ll fly in here and forcibly carry us or something. You know how she gets when she’s hungry.”

Alex laughs again but doesn’t turn around, her eyes still locked in Maggie’s. She kisses her knuckles before turning and tossing one arm around Winn’s shoulder and the other around Maggie’s.

“Tell Kara we’ll be there in ten.”

“And to get extra nachos when she inevitably orders the entire left side of the menu.”

“Mmm, I love how well you know my sister.”

“Do you two just… wanna text her yourselves? Or keep… making out… right next to… me… How can you walk while you’re doing that? Is it some kind of special lesbian superpower? Okay you know what, I’ll just be over here.”

Alex tousles Winn’s hair without looking at him as she and Maggie come up for air and press their foreheads together softly.

Being such an obvious third wheel has never left Winn feeling so happy, so peaceful.

Because their joy is infectious.

Because he’s not really a third wheel, because they are his family.

Because really, they’re his home, too.

And you can feel them in your stomach
the butterflies you got when you were together 
all dying in your stomach and leaving you with this sickening feeling
like he's gone but you’re not quite finished 
It’s like you’ve built this fire together 
made something out of nothing
but all of a sudden he’s decided you’re not what he wants
and he spits on your flame in an attempt to put it out
But not quite

And you can’t pinpoint the moment you lost him
the moment that flame started to die and he decided not to feed it anymore
but you can still feel it
subtly, behind the numbness and pain he caused you
And you wish you didn’t because it’s hard enough trying to force a smile without bursting out in tears

And when you wander aimlessly in public
drowned in thought
You sometimes think you see him
darting through the crowd like a flash of lightning
And when he turns around, you immediately look away
because you don’t talk anymore
and that’s what you do when you break up
You pretend you didn’t just spend days, months, years, sharing your life with someone who can barely utter your name anymore
Who played you and spun you like a disco ball
then left you to figure out which direction to go in next.
And when you finally get back up on your feet
alone and flustered
you’ve got to tell yourself you’re alright and that it was him and not you
and try not to fall back down again

Now you spend your days in the past, wishing to live it all over again and be back in his arms
But you weren’t happy
you were just confused and lovestruck
kidding yourselves into happiness
A couple of silly teenagers so drunk on loving each other that their lives turned into a never ending hangover
Or so you keep telling yourself

You think you need him
because you can still feel that fire burning 
which’ll always give you this lingering feeling like you’re not quite finished with him
But he isn’t coming for you honey
cause you’re this hot rock falling from the sky and he was too weak to catch you

—  I wrote a poem because I’m sad
Two Hours ‘Till Kendrick

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

Warning: smut

Author’s Note: thank you everyone who has been so nice and encouraging to me as a writer. I love writing and I love Ethan and all of you have made this this a fun little safe haven for me. I can’t say thank you enough. Drop me a message or an ask. I love talking with you! Now here’s a little Coachella Ethan, kinda, sorta.


“Remember when Ethan gave you fake flowers for Easter?” Cameron spoke dryly, knowing fully well Ethan was only a few feet behind her, leaning against the doorframe and nibbling on a plate of pancakes. You were sitting in front of a mirror curling your hair.

You looked at her through the reflection, a smile stretching at your lips. You went to speak, but were cut off by your obnoxious boyfriend who still spoke with his mouth full no matter how many times you told him it was rude and unbecoming of him.

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Wonder Boy-Auston Matthews

Originally posted by werenski

All right y’all, I got way way way more carried away with this than originally intended. Like this is borderline but totally not smut, ngl. There’s a lot of animosity between the reader and our boy Auston, so maybe prepare yourselves. Also, there isn’t really a happy ending, think 500 Days of Summer. But imo, this gets pretty hot, so sit back, relax, and I hope y’all enjoy my first official Auston Matthews imagine!

Anonymous said:  Can you do a steamy William Nylander or Auston Matthews one?

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“So are we gonna do this or not?” Auston Matthews stomped over and sat on my bed. I guessed that I had been stalling too long. The look in his eyes was menacing, and impatient. And he was very turned on, I could see that much. I guess it was the anticipation.

It was the first time Auston had been over to my apartment since we had agreed to a mutually beneficial friendship. It was puzzling that he was the one who proposed the arrangement; he could get laid anytime he wanted by anyone he desired. He was Auston Matthews, after all. But he had chosen me.

Maybe it was wrong of me to wonder why he was so resistant to any of my hesitant statements regarding the matter, to wonder why he didn’t want any commitment, to wonder if he had a similar relationship with anyone else. Maybe I was being paranoid that he deflected my questions about going out in public together-not as dates, I would always preface, but just to get to know each other-with confusion and harsh words. Maybe I was being irrational.

“Hold on, just… let me get a drink of something,” I said, rushing away from his fiery touch. I wasn’t in the right mindset to deal with him and his games; I needed a shot of something strong to shake me of my nerves.

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Hypothetical

 Anon prompt: “Hi! All hail Jughead Jones. I’m in love. Anyway, could you write something where the reader is really close to Archiekins and Juggie asks Arch about how to get close to the reader? Thanks xxx”

A/N: I sure can! All hail Jughead P Jones!!

Jughead slumps down onto one of the library couches across from me, I smile stupidly at him.

“Mister Jones.” I say.

“Hey, Y//N.” He smiles at me.

Hands reach down around, fingers clawing at my sides enticing laughter from me as the unknown culprit tickles me.

“Archibald Andrews! If that’s you I swear I’ll end your existence!” I manage between laughs.

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QN Evolution Concert Twitter Round Up/Report

DISCLAIMER: I DID NOT GO TO THE CONCERT OR THE LIVE VIEWING. I AM MERELY REPORTING/ROUNDING UP INFORMATION IN ONE POST FOR EASY ACCESS OF INFORMATION.

This is a really long post so I put it under the cut! I haven’t put everything I could onto this post but if there’s things you want to read up on you can read more about the live with #カルライレポ2017 on twitter!

Also no DVD/BD announcement yet

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✿ oops this has been mostly done in my drafts for like a week and i forgot to post it. Minor trio version of this post!

V

  • this poor moron doesn’t know how to deal with you.
  • he likes you, he realizes, fairly early on in his acquaintance with you. It’s after you say something interesting about one of his photographs - as per V’s usual - though the content of it is… odd.
  • Actually, you didn’t even mean for him to hear it, and he doesn’t even tell you for a long time that he even did. It was a quiet admission, mumbled under your breath as you stared at one of his larger prints.
  • “Is this… what it’s like to be happy?”
  • (you’re both sad and kind of screwed up, exactly V’s type.)
  • It’s way easier for you to admit feelings regarding inanimate objects than feelings regarding people, so you accepted that you loved V’s photography long before you understood that you also loved V.
  • At first, you attributed your constant thoughts of him to, y’know, having one of his pictures on your wall. You’d stare into space, chewing on your pencil and thinking about him, and when you realized what you were doing, you’d stop, shake your head, and briefly think about how weird that was before moving on.
  • A barrier was surrounded around your heart, one that prevented the realization of “damn, I like V”, and V realized pretty quickly that it was there. V also knew that he was a Trash Person Undeserving Of You, so he made absolutely no efforts to try to broach the topic of intimacy…
  • …but you were oddly open with him, due to your fascination with his photography.
  • You’d come to look at his photos. You’d ask him about what he was thinking, what he was feeling when he produced each shot, which often leads into deep discussions of emotions. these talks give you a deeper understanding into how people think, and V really is very patient with all your questions.
  • this makes things very difficult, because V really just wants to grab you by the shoulders and say, i like you!
  • but he’s terrifed of pressuring you, so he doesn’t!
  • UGH!
  • In the chat, you get weirdly protective of him. You’re defensive when Yoosung slanders him, you try to get Jumin to forgive him for the whole “oh yeah I kept the cult my ex-girlfriend was running a secret’, and you repeatedly tell V that, what the heck, he deserved literally nothing that Rika did. When asked to examine your motivations of why you’re doing this, all you can say is…
  • he’s too nice to have people say bad things about him!
  • No other reason, seriously!
  • No, Zen, STOP ASKING if you like him, YOU DON’T. THIS IS JUST A MATTER OF PRINCIPLE, OKAY?
  • All the while, V suffers under his crush, because every nice thing you do makes his heart skip double-time, but he keeps telling himself that he CAN’T like you, it’s RUDE, and confessing is just absolutely off the table.
  • Eventually, your interactions with the RFA start making you… envy the idea of a relationship. It’s Zen and Yoosung’s fault, mostly, they keep talking up the idea and how wonderful it’d be, but as you get more and more attached to people and figure out your own ability to handle emotions with V’s guidance, you start maybe kinda… wanting that.
  • And, clueless of his affections for you, you express that to V. How sad you are, that no one could ever love you because you’re a broken garbage dump of a person.
  • The resulting conversation gets impassioned due to V being desperate to convince you that no, that’s not the case. In the heat of the moment, he even says, “It’s not true! There’s someone who likes you!”
  • He regrets it immediately after, but when you press for more details…
  • He ends up being forced to confess.
  • and you end up being surprisingly okay with that.
  • V is comfortable. Safe. Considerate. He is pretty much the most non-scary person to like, and yeah, he has his Rika Hangups, but him not having it totally together makes you feel a bit better by comparison. And he’s been through pain! He knows what it’s like!
  • So… V ends up stunned as you accept his feelings with relative grace, and even after a month, he still can’t believe that you’re really trying this whole dating thing.

Saeran (Unknown)

  • look if you thought Jumin was a mess, then this is just a complete fucking disaster.
  • i can’t even articulate how badly this goes. neither of you have anything even approaching the proper faculties of dealing with Feelings, and Saeran just got out of a wackadoodle religious cult. His relationship with his brother is strained, his coping mechanisms are nonexistant, and he needs years of therapy before he’ll be anything even approaching normal. The only reason he’s even in a position to eventually end up in a relationship with you - and you, with him - is because of Jaehee.
  • Or, more particularly, Jaehee’s coffee shop.
  • Saeran, coming out of Mint Eye, is Completely Unemployable, and through a complex series of circumstances, Jaehee decides that screw working for Jumin, she wants to open her dream cafe. So, a few months after Saeran’s tumultuous exodus from the cult, he ends up working at Jaehee’s small start-up business as a barista…
  • …And you end up being their number one customer.
  • You tell yourself it’s because you want to support Jaehee in her business endeavors. You tell yourself that the atmosphere is nice, and that it’s a pleasant place to work, and that you like their cake. You tell yourself that Saeran is, shockingly enough, great at making coffee, and you other people’s lattes just don’t taste good to you anymore.
  • These are all, in some small measure, true - but that’s not the real reason why you show up like clockwork every day around the middle of Saeran’s shift.
  • He’s cute, and you want to see him.
  • Now, of course you attribute this attraction to his skill at making drinks. You’re just… happy to have such an amazing afternoon pick-me-up! And it’s - normal, that you’d be glad that Saeran seems to be slowly starting to smile, because he’s had a shitty life and you’re not totally devoid of human emotion. You can be inspired by his success! And Jaehee’s success! It doesn’t mean anything!
  • And Saeran, for his part, denies that he at ALL looks forward to your daily visits. He doesn’t anticipate it, watching the clock for it to tick down to your usual arrival hour. He doesn’t start making Your Usual as soon as he sees you walking down the street, and he NEVER, EVER gets worried when you show up a few minutes late.
  • that’d be silly, and saeran is not a silly man.
  • These lies pile up into a mutual crush that is half-adorable and half-exhausting for the surrounding bystanders. If anyone even so much as mentions that he might maybe like you, he flips out and stops speaking to you for a week. This, in return, makes you unhappy… but, unable to process why you’d be unhappy that Saeran is only responding to you in grunts, causes to to sulk and to escape the situation - i.e. halting your visits.
  • This distresses Saeran, who gets anxious around the time you used to visit… and annoys Jaehee, who now has to deal with a distracted, lovelorn employee.
  • This cycle of tiffs and spats lasts for over a year, where you find yourselves put in various compromising situations - i.e. being pushed to spend time together on Valentine’s Day, you ending up at the Choi’s place for Christmas, and you spending about two hours locked in a closet with the idiot tsundere. This… sort of gets you closer? Kind of?
  • After a really emotional, three-a.m. conversation where you both talk about how it Kinda Sucks not being able to make friends and seeing everyone around you happy while you… aren’t, the two of you think that, well.
  • maybe you kind of care for each other?
  • It’s - it’s a start.

Vanderwood

  • One day, a ‘manual of dating’ arrives on your doorstep, and you go through the entire RFA to find the culprit. Unsurprisingly, it’s Seven.
  • See, Seven has noticed something. You’re serious, severe, bad at jokes, and just in general  at horrible at this whole human connection thing. You’re can be kind of prickly, and while you don’t really seem to take to most people, there’s someone who you’ve been getting kinda close to. Someone who’s often there for you, and someone who seems to genuinely like your presence, which the same is true in reverse.
  • That’s right, he’s talking about Vanderwood.
  • WHAT THE HECK, you say, because that’s DUMB, of COURSE you don’t want to date Vanderwood, they’re just… y’know, they’re not a moron. Of course you like them decently. If Seven stopped being a complete idiot, you’d like him decently, too.
  • Seven laughs, but shockingly enough, doesn’t press the issue. “Just read it,” he says. “Maybe you’ll learn something.”
  • Maybe you’ll learn something your ass. Hell, you’re about to throw it away when you think that it’s kind of a shame to throw a book out, even it’s stupid. Maybe you can use it as a paperweight or something. Bathroom reading material, maybe. It’d probably be good for a laugh, right?
  • That’s what you tell yourself that rainy day a month later when you pick it up again. ‘Good for a laugh’. Maybe you’ll find something funny.
  • Maybe you’ll text it to Vanderwood to laugh about with you.
  • Vanderwood has a heart attack at the first message, which is about how there’s an entire section devoted to date spots. Hahahaha, they laugh, that SURE IS FUNNY, the idea that they would want to take you to ANY OF THESE SPOTS.
  • (it’s not true, they tell themselves before planning to MURDER SEVEN FOR INTERFERING IN THEIR BUSINESS. it’s NOT TRUE THAT THEY LIKE YOU.)
  • You keep going on, talking about how ridiculous all this nonsense is (how to have conversations? great gift ideas? fun places to eat out - seriously?) and they keep sweating bullets, particularly when, in a fit of mania, you say
  • “Some of this actually sounds kind of fun. Want to try it?”
  • “what do you mean” they respond because oh my god are you asking them out
  • “I dunno, just as friends? It could be fun.”
  • so they go on one of these “fun expeditions” with you, just as friends.
  • The entire time, they are nervous and you are OBLIVIOUS. You have fun, so you ask them out again, because you’ve never really been good at friendship and you’re not an emotionless robot. You just have trust issues out the wazoo. But Vanderwood is reasonable, capable, and actually pretty funny, so spending time with them is entertaining…
  • And unlike Seven, they don’t make stupid jokes, which is a huge plus.
  • This happens again, and again, and again, and Vanderwood just kinda takes it as it comes.
  • After date number five, you start feeling this odd, warm fuzziness when thinking about them - and you think about them a lot. Your hangouts have been on the weekends, and you start, for once in your life, anticipating something. You plan out your excursions with relentless detail, using the manual for guidance… because you know they like things organized, and the longer you spend thinking about what you’re going to do with them, the happier you get?
  • You tell Seven this at three in the morning, and he’s like, ‘It sounds like you’re in love.”
  • WHAT.
  • NO.
  • YOU ARE NOT.
  • …right?
  • You get sulky and grumpy about this, because you can’t really deal with the information. You’ve never liked anyone before, but in an effort to prove Seven wrong, you flip to the section in your manual titled ‘accepting and analyzing your feelings’ and
  • whoops.
  • it’s like finding your symptoms on a WebMD document.
  • Anyway, this causes you to shut down. In terror, you stop communicating with Vanderwood, who gets really worried about you because not only are you their crush, you are their best pal, and of course they’re going to worry when something happens to you. So, after a day of radio silence, they show up at your place…
  • and when they say ‘hi’, you slam the door in their face, unable to handle even looking at them.
  • What the hell is wrong with you? You question for the bazillionth time, because even just seeing them makes your heart do this weird, horrible skipping. This can’t  be love, can it? You feel like you’re dying! How do people live like this?
  • Vanderwood is worried, and starts banging on the door to be let in. They don’t understand anything that’s happening, and all they want to know is if you’re okay.
  • You tell them to go away, and Vanderwood is heartbroken, thinking they’d done something wrong.
  • When they find out what Seven has been plotting, they’re PISSED. They go to you again, telling you that Seven is an IDIOT, don’t LISTEN to him, everything he has to say is stupid, but - speaking to them from the other side of the door - you admit that
  • no.
  • seven is right.
  • y-you like them, the book said so, and this is awful and scary and -
  • and you don’t know how to DEAL with it and -
  • As you start panicking, Vanderwood asks to be let in, and they help calm you down when you finally open the door.
  • They tell you a bunch of things. That dating is honestly pretty silly, that it doesn’t matter, and you can just… have fun with them. Stop working yourself up. It’s fine, a-and, well, if you do like them, that’s okay, because they’re… not going to reject you… because they…
  • kinda like you too…
  • BUT YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RUSH IT IS FINE DON’T LISTEN TO SEVEN AND HIS BAD IDEAS, HE -
  • They stop talking when you hug them, because ever since you read about it in that book, it’s seemed like a kind of fun thing to do.

anonymous asked:

You go on holiday abroad with all the members as friends for a vacation and photoshoots and fall in love with a member fluff plz

so I went with Wonwoo! ♥ lmao I didn’t feel like/didn’t want to specify where exactly this “abroad” is, so you can use your imagination, but fairly close to Korea either way.


When you had first head of the opportunity to join Seventeen on their trip abroad for a vacation that also included some photoshoots for their next album, you didn’t even have to think about your answer.

A trip with thirteen of your best friends? No one would be able to keep you from going.

The preparations were exciting, with your group chat being filled with “What are you taking with you?” and “Can you believe we’re leaving in two days?” instead of the usual bantering. Naturally that didn’t exactly disappear, either, but it was obviously overshadowed by the excitement for the trip.

When the day of the flight finally came, you met up with the boys and some of their staff members at the airport - you didn’t even have to ask them where they were, because if the familiar, bright hair of Joshua, Jihoon or Minghao didn’t catch your attention, the noisiness sure did. 

“Geez, you’re attracting everyone’s attention,” you said while laughing when you reached the boys, who just laughed at you, and some of them gave you quick, excited hugs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d guess this was your first trip overseas.”

“It’s as exciting every time as it was the first, you know,” Soonyoung said with a grin, and all the others agreed. You shrugged with a bright smile taking over your features.

“I guess that’s understandable,” you replied and looked around. “Are we going to check in soon?”

Vernon hummed to Check-In quietly while fiddling with his phone and Seungcheol joined him (you could barely stop yourself from joining in, too), whereas Seungkwan exchanged a few words with the staff members and turned to you. “We should move there now, yeah.”

So you did, and an hour or so later you were all boarding the plane, looking for your seats and putting your hand luggage up to the overhead locker with casual chattering, now noticeably quieter than at the airport. The flight wouldn’t be longer than four or five hours, you could recall, and you found yourself seated between Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

For most of the flight, you listened to music and stole glances at the book Wonwoo was reading. Jeonghan, on the other hand, was dozing off for… well, pretty much the whole flight, with his jacket spread over himself and his eye mask making sure he wasn’t disturbed by light. You looked at him every now and then, only to smile when you noticed that he was still sleeping.

When Wonwoo got a small box of candy from his pocket, he nudged you lightly and gave you a small smile when you took one of your earphones off and turned to look at him curiously. “Do you want some?”

“Oh, sure,” you said, still surprised, and stuck your hand forward so that Wonwoo could give you some of the candy. It wasn’t particularly sweet, but tasted good nevertheless. You smiled at him. “Thanks.”

He shook his head, his nose crinkling a little with the wideness of his smile, and put the box back into his pocket before returning to the book he was reading.

“I could’ve taken some, too,” Seungkwan muttered from his seat on the other side of the aisle, and got a chuckle from Wonwoo.

“I might give you some later if you behave well,” he said amusedly, and Seungkwan squinted almost dramatically.

“What do you mean ‘behave well’?” the younger one asked and leaned closer, only to get a quirked eyebrow from Wonwoo.

“You’ll see.”

The plane landed on time, and after you had all gotten your luggage, you moved to a bus that had been reserved for you well beforehand in order for you to get to the hotel. During the journey, Chan excitedly told you about his list of things he wanted to do during the trip, with Minghao occasionally commenting “I want to do that, too” and Seungcheol chipping in with a realistic “Remember that there might not be enough time for all of that.”

Chan nodded, and while he was still smiling brightly, it was obvious that he hadn’t taken into account how much time doing everything on the list would take. His voice was a mere mumble when he eyed his list. “I’ll have to choose the most important ones, then…”

The hotel was admittedly more extravagant than you had expected it to. It wasn’t quite a 5-star one, but it was so much more than you had imagined. Even the members were all in awe when you entered the lobby with your suitcases, meanwhile the staff members had content smiles on their faces - after all, they had known exactly what kind of a place they were headed to.

“This place looks really expensive,” you muttered, still incredibly amazed, and got agreeing hums from the members.

Mingyu whistled quietly. “Gotta be careful here, huh.”

The members laughed, but with how grand their surroundings were, the laughter wasn’t quite as explosive as it normally was. You got to the reception, where you were given your keys - and told that you and Wonwoo would be sharing a room.

“That’s gotta be a mistake,” you said, stunned, and looked at the details on the screen. The receptionist smiled politely.

“As you can see, it is not,” they said and showed the computer screen to you and the others. Wonwoo nodded slowly while you continued staring at the screen in disbelief.

“Well… it should be fine, right? It’s a twin room, anyway, and not a double,” he said calmly. Some of the other members were almost grinning at the situation, and you turned to face Wonwoo slowly.

“Are you sure? It won’t be weird or anything?” you asked unsurely and accepted your key from the receptionist with a quick “Thank you”, still looking at Wonwoo. He nodded.

“We’re friends, it shouldn’t be weird,” he said, and gave you a small smile. “Now come on and let’s let Seungkwan and Vernon get their key.”

“Those two should not be roomed together,” Joshua mumbled to himself, and you raised your eyebrow. He chuckled. “After Soonyoung and Seokmin, they’re the pair to get the most notifications about loud noise. It’s like they lose track of time.”

You nodded while laughing and looking at the two getting their key, who were glaring at Joshua. “We’re not that bad.”

“Y/N can be the judge of that, considering your room is next to ours,” Wonwoo said with a chuckle, and you grinned at Seungkwan and Vernon.

“You have a week to show that you’re not that bad,” you laughed, to which Seungkwan declared that the challenge had been accepted.

Little by little you began moving to your rooms, and Wonwoo let you into yours as well. The room, while simple, was also more sizeable than you had expected. Again, it wasn’t very big, but you had more room than you would’ve at a cheaper hotel.

“Your agency’s really overdone itself this time,” you said with a quiet chuckle as you got into the room and sat on one of the beds, pleasantly soft yet not too much so. Wonwoo shut the door and nodded with a small smile.

“I don’t think any of us were expecting this,” he admitted, and sat on the other bed. He sighed quietly. “I’m a bit tired.”

“I feel you,” you said and let out a yawn while looking at the clock on the wall. “It’s 10pm… you think we could sneak out of the group dinner and just grab something small from the store downstairs?”

Wonwoo grinned widely at your suggestion. “Leave it to me to talk us out of it.”

He left the room soon, and you lay down on the bed with your phone. Ten minutes or so later he returned, at first with a straight face, but it soon changed into a smile. “No group dinner for us, the manager was really understanding.”

“Yes!” you exclaimed in joy and got up from the bed in an instant, while Wonwoo laughed at you from the door. “So, snacks when they’ve left?”

And Wonwoo nodded.

When the others were leaving, Seungcheol still dropped by the door to make sure the two of you absolutely didn’t have the energy to come, and with how tired you were, it wasn’t a difficult task to show him just how awfully tired you were. So, the others left, and you and Wonwoo were free to go to the store downstairs to buy snacks and whatever nice you could find that would suppress your hunger enough.

And soon you were sitting on the bed Wonwoo had claimed, both dressed in your sleepwear and with a big bag of snacks and food between you.

“This was a great idea,” you said between bites of the bagel you had bought, and Wonwoo chuckled quietly while picking up another dried mango.

“It really was,” he said, his voice so soft that you couldn’t help but notice it. You moved your eyes from the food to him, and tilted your head a little, taking in how happy Wonwoo looked.

Then it hit you: during the time you had known Seventeen, you had not once been alone with Wonwoo the way you were now. And it was enjoyable, much more so than you could’ve imagined.

A small smile spread to your lips as you took another bite of your bagel.

You didn’t manage to finish all of the food, but neither of you minded: you just agreed that you could snack on it in the morning if you felt like it. 

It was a bit after midnight that the two of you were finally getting your blankets over yourselves and reaching for the lights on the wall. Happy smiles played on both of your lips when you said “Good night” in unison.

The week-long vacation proved out to be a lot more eventful than you had expected. You joined Seventeen on their photoshoots, ate meals with them and had an amazing time with all of your friends, but there was something - someone - that made you feel just a bit more excited than anything else.

Jeon Wonwoo.

It was like sharing a room with him had made you see him in a new light or something, even though he hadn’t really done anything out of the ordinary. He had simply been himself - his friendly, sweet, attractive self - and that was enough to give your heart some extra beats and make your cheeks gain color more often than usual.

On the fourth day of the trip, you were walking along a market street in the evening, and Wonwoo joined you out of the blue.

“What’s up?” he asked, his voice as low and husky as it always was, and you gave him a smile.

“I’m thinking about what to buy for my family,” you replied and looked at the booths around you, filled with small accessories, food and whatever you could think of. Wonwoo hummed in understanding with a soft smile spreading to his lips.

“Souvenirs, huh,” he noted, and you nodded. When he wrapped his arm around you, you couldn’t help but yelp - and blush when Wonwoo laughed. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly and tried to tell your heart to just beat a little slower, which it naturally did not do. Instead, it continued the rapid hammering inside of your chest for a good while, and Wonwoo pulling you closer to himself didn’t really help it.

Eventually you managed to finally find something to your family, and it seemed like most of the others did, too. Or so you easily concluded from Seungkwan excitedly saying “I’m sure mom will like this,” and Mingyu running to you from a store, holding a small bag while yelling “Guys! I finally found something for my sister!”

You had dinner, and towards the end of the evening you and Wonwoo retreated to your room like you did every evening. You let out a sigh as you put your things down and got on the bed, lying down immediately - you were exhausted.

Wonwoo chuckled. “Are you not used to that much walking?”

You clicked your tongue and propped yourself up on your elbows. “Not so much the walking, but the fact that it’s almost 11pm and we left the hotel at 9 in the morning.”

“True,” he hummed and put his bags down, only keeping one on his lap as he dug through it. You lay down again and let out a long yawn. When he had found what he had been looking for, Wonwoo smiled to himself and stood up, moving to sit on the edge of your bed.

Your breath nearly hitched in your throat when Wonwoo reached for your hand and placed something on it. “I thought you’d like this.”

You sat up, and before looking at what was on your hand, you took a good look at Wonwoo, who was almost avoiding your gaze and whose cheeks were noticeably more colored than they were when you had gotten into the room, and you were certain it wasn’t just the fatigue.

When you looked at your palm, you were met with a beautiful, simple silver-colored bracelet. Your heart felt warm at the small heart-shaped details on it that you couldn’t see unless you got it really close to your eye. “You really didn’t have to.”

Wonwoo shook his head. “But I wanted to. I wanted to get you something nice, so I did.”

“Thank you,” you said softly and moved to sit next to Wonwoo on the edge of your bed, smiling. “I really like it. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a soft chuckle. “I didn’t buy you that expecting to get anything in exchange, so don’t worry.”

You nodded slowly and leaned your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder. He hummed questioningly.

“Why do you have to be so nice?” you asked in a whisper, and Wonwoo chuckled as he leaned his head against yours.

“What do you mean?” he asked amusedly. You sighed.

“You’re just… I don’t even know how to describe it,” you said with a pout, and slowly lifted your face. Wonwoo looked down at you as well as he could from the odd angle before laughing and pulling a bit further away. You stared into his eyes, your heart fluttering because of the intense, deep gaze in them. “You have me weak.”

Wonwoo was silent for a while. He let your words sink in one by one, and eventually he gave you a warm smile while his hand found yours to hold. “I could say the same. For some reason you give me this fuzzy feeling even when you’ve just gotten out of bed with your hair pointing in all directions.”

You snorted at his comment, despite the rapid beating of your heart. “You make me feel that way even when you’ve got your hair up with a hair band and a face mask covering your face.”

He laughed and squeezed your hand. “You beat me.”

Another short moment of silence fell over you, and at the end of it you got yourself under Wonwoo’s right arm so that you could hug him while sitting next to him, and he wrapped his arm around you.

“So it’s okay if I kinda… think I might be falling for you? Like, it’s okay to say it?” you asked bluntly, your voice a bit shaky, and listened to Wonwoo’s heartbeat. It was amazing how it was about as quick as yours was.

Without giving it much thought, Wonwoo gave you a small peck on the top of your head. “It’s definitely okay, and I hope it’s okay for me to say that, too.”

You were about to answer him, and okay, maybe you were also about to give him a quick peck on his cheek, but either way, you were interrupted by a loud noise from the room next to yours, which effectively killed the mood.

“…I think I won the bet,” you said with a giggle, and Wonwoo nodded with an amused smile on his lips, too, while the noise kept going on. Seungkwan and Vernon were playing music that they sang loudly on top of, and by the sounds of it, they were probably also dancing, and definitely not in one place.

“You also lost one.” You looked at Wonwoo with a dumbfound expression, and he grinned so that his nose crinkled - your heart skipped a beat. “Remember a few years ago when you and Seungcheol had the debate on whether you’d be able to be friends with us for five years without falling for any of us, and you said you’d be able to go on for ten years without that? Well, look at you now.”

You blushed and pursed your lips. “…If we ever become, you know, more, do you think we could keep this lowkey for, let’s say, seven years?”

Wonwoo snorted. “No chance.”


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Waking up to salty hate in the Sokkla tag, again, because apparently there’s too much Sokkla for their Tyzula eyes all over the Azula and ATLA tags.

Again, proving their lack of imagination by saying Sokkla has no basis other than one canon interaction. Again pretending we’re shallowly shipping it for no reason just because they’re worried about how big it’s gotten. Again, giving me no real reason not to ship it. Again, proving there’s no reason to hate Sokkla other than “it gets in the way of my ship and I’m worried/confused that it’s getting this popular”.

I was mad for a moment until I read it again and understood what was up. Ah, things are looking up in this fandom.

anonymous asked:

People need to get over the fact that Finn, Rey and KYLO are the MAIN "TRIO". Rey and Kylo are the MAIN FOCUS of the story (listen to the audio commentary of TFA by JJ Abrams, he confirms this more than once). They're just pressed because the "trio" (which is reaching at this point) are not all good and golden heroic. We all know Poe was supposed to die in the first film. Be happy he's getting this much visibility, people. Don't set yourselves up for disappointment.

Well, I think Finn, Rey, and Poe are the heroic trio, a la Luke, Leia, and Han in the OT, and Padme, Anakin, and Obi Wan in the PT. But Kylo’s arc affects the story more than Poe’s does, making him part of the narrative trio.

anonymous asked:

24 with J-hope please? ❤❤🙈maybe a smut/angsty kinda mood to it? Thank you!!!

Pour Up (Hoseok x Reader)

Prompt request: “Are you drunk?”

Summary: You have a huge crush on Hoseok, so of course you decide to get sloppy drunk in front of him (luckily, Hoseok finds you cute anyway).

Word count: 836 words

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

When you decided to go to Taehyung’s party, it was because you needed to unwind and you knew that boy was wild. You weren’t expecting to find yourself to be doing a keg stand, being held up by Jimin and the host himself, but you weren’t opposed to it.

Eventually, you reached your limit and the two boys set you back onto your feet. You wiped away the beer that had splashed onto your face. Not your classiest moment, but you and everyone else were too smashed to care.

“Oh my god! Y/N,” a female voice squealed. Someone wrapped their arms around your neck, and you staggered underneath the person’s weight. Looking over your shoulder you saw it was your friend, Yerin. “I’m so happy to see you!”

Yerin tried to jump onto your back, but she barely succeeded at getting both feet of the ground. Instead, she ended up throwing her body at you, sending both you and her stumbling. You landed on the living room floor with a loud thud, giggling as you tried to disentangle yourselves.

“Yerin,” you whined, your legs wobbling as you tried to stand. “Help me up.”

Your friend, who was equally drunk, managed to pull you upright after several unsuccessful attempts.

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get some water,” you slurred, clutching onto Yerin like a lifeline. “I’m, like, super dizzy.”

“Okay,” Yerin said, patting you on the head. “I’m just going to dance.”

And in the middle of the living room, where no one else was dancing, Yerin began to sway to the music playing from someone’s shitty speakers. You laughed at her uncoordinated movements, eventually stumbling away in the direction of the kitchen.

There were a few people in the small kitchen, so you clumsily maneuvered your way around them in search of the fridge. You remembered that Taehyung was boujee as fuck and had a fridge stocked with Fiji water.

Soon, you were able to locate Taehyung’s fridge. When you opened it, you confirmed that Taehyung was indeed a rich bitch. You grabbed one of the Fiji bottles and guzzled down half in one go.

Feeling a little more sober, you closed the fridge door and made to return to Yerin. But just as you began to turn, you backed into someone’s solid chest. Still being quite drunk, your mind just buffered as it tried to process the situation.

“Oh, sorry,” you finally settled on (several moments after the collision had happened) and made no attempt to move.

“It’s fine,” the person behind you replied, a smile in their voice. And you identified whom the voice belonged to immediately. Hoseok.

You jumped away, your cheeks on fire, as you turned to face your classmate you had been low-key crushing on for the past two years.

“Hoseok!” you squeaked. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

“Oh, hey Y/N,” Hoseok replied, his trademark sunshine-y smile lighting up his face. “Yeah, I wasn’t planning on coming, but here I am.”

“Very cool,” you responded–too earnestly. He looked at you a bit strangely, but he didn’t comment. “How many watts is your smile? I think I’m going blind.”

“Uh,” Hoseok said slowly. “Thank you? I think?”

“You’re a good guy, Hoseok,” you reassured him, patting him on the arm repeatedly. Although you missed the mark a few times and ended up palming his chest instead. “Oh my god? Did I just touch your chest? I’m so sorry, Hoseok!”

“What?” he asked, surprised at your distress. “It’s no big deal, Y/N. Don’t worry about it–wait, why are you crying!?”

“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” you wailed, your face crumpling.

“Are you drunk?” Hoseok questioned, hesitantly inching forward. You just sobbed at him in reply. “Okay, stupid question. Let’s try to calm down, okay?”

“I wanted to woo you first,” you whimpered. “Say something witty and make you like me. Then go on some cute coffee dates. And then feel up your chest.”

“Wow, that’s–I don’t–um,” Hoseok stammered. “Maybe we can talk about this when you’re sober tomorrow.”

“I can’t face you ever again, Hoseok,” you said sadly. You stared at the hand that accidentally groped Hoseok’s chest. “I ruined everything. Now you hate me.”

You were hit by a fresh wave of tears. Unsure of what to do, but always unfailingly kind, Hoseok pulled you into his arms and stroked your back soothingly.

“That’s not true,” Hoseok said. “I don’t hate you, Y/N. Even though you touched my chest by accident, which, by the way, is not a dealbreaker. I’ll still let you woo me and use witty lines. And then maybe we can do the coffee dates, too.”

“Really?” you snivelled, looking up at Hoseok. He smiled kindly down at you. “Can we just forget this ever happened?”

“I don’t think you’ll remember much of tonight, to be honest,” Hoseok smirked. “But no, I’d rather not. It was kind of cute, in a weirdly earnest way.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay…so this wasn’t smut or angst. But I was traumatized by the Jimin party smut from last time, and I just wrote a next level angst with Hoseok. So please…let’s all just take a break with some humour. My weak heart can only take so much. Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it!

Karaoke

request:  Yo! You should do one where harry and y/n go out to karaoke (y/n is also a singer) and sing “endless love” (Harrys go to karaoke song but normally has no one to sing it with) as a joke but then once the end of the song comes by they have completely forgotten about everyone around them and in that moment fallen in love with each other.

hello loves! so this is absolutely crazy, ‘Dust’ got 200 notes within the first 12 hours of it being posted, which has never happened before! i love all of you and your kind words that you send me! anyways, keep sending in requests from this drabble list, or whatever you want! hope you enjoy!


Niall Horan is a hopeless romantic. Yes, he believe in love at first sight, even though he gets teased relentlessly about it. He wants everyone to find there true love. He hasn’t found that person yet, but he knows that shes out there. But when he sees two of his closest friends alone, knowing full well that they are perfect for each other, he knows exactly what to do.

You weren’t, exactly, a hopeless romantic. You believed in love, you believed in marriage, you believed in the attraction to someone, but you didn’t think love at first sight existed, you didn’t believe that there was one specific person in the world for you; you believed that you could fall in love with multiple people in your lifetime. Niall, being your best friend, wasn’t having any of that. He knew who your other half was. Coincidentally, Harry felt the same way as you. He never believed in love at first sight. But Niall knew that you two would change your minds as soon as you guys got into that special moment. 

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Hey, Roman haters! Did you even take the time to look at this pic before you jumped to your asinine conclusions? I’m guessing probably not. You really think this came so easily to Roman? You think he’s proud of this? Yeah, his face looks so happy in this pic. He sure looks like he’s having a total blast. (And I’m being sarcastic, just in case you idiots don’t know that!) If you people were smart and had any common sense at all, you’d see that this wasn’t even about Roman Reigns. It was about THE UNDERTAKER. But what I can expect from haters at this point? They always fail to see the bigger picture and what’s right in front of them. Get over yourselves already, please.

If Only - Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, major character death

Word count: 1,779

A/N This is for Kari’s Favourite Things Challenge, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing my prompt was the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur. Thank you to @hunterofgayangels-butcallmedean for being a lovely beta for me.

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

You sat alone at the bar, with a glass full of whiskey in front of you. You swirled the amber liquid around in the glass contemplating everything that was going on around you. After not too long of thinking, you threw your head back, lifting the heavy glass to your lips, swallowing the drink and enjoying the burn as it went down your throat.

You shut your eyes tight, letting it slide it’s way down. The stool next to you creaked as someone sat down next to you. “You alright?” A deep, but kind voice came from beside you. Opening your eyes up slowly, you turned to see him there beside you, his one arm putting his weight on the bar while the other came up to your shoulder to offer you consolation. But his eyes, damn his eyes. They were so green, you instantly found yourself unable to think while looking into them. It was like an unimaginably deep, wooded forest, the leaves from above your head cast down, leaving a beautiful emerald hue on everything around you.

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Steve Rogers/Captain America - Scented Bubbles

After getting back from a long, hard, and very tiring mission, you are more than ready to just relax and cuddle with Steve. Well, Steve sees how exhausted you are and runs you a hot bath complete with scented bubbles and even candles. A hot bath complete with a massage from Steve is just what you needed after a hard mission.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warning: None. Enjoy some fluffy, romantic Steve

A/N: This originated from a conversation I had with @theoneandonlysaucymo a while ago, it’s been in my drafts for so long, and I finally wrote it

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Study Buddy

You didn’t want to do your homework. You wanted to kiss your boyfriend.

Anon said: oMg rEQueStS arE oPeN !!!1!!1! Can you write a fluffy Johnny (or with kdy, since you might prefer writing about him) scenario ? thanks in advance ! ♥

someone else who saw the secret like wowow good shit. this was. gonna be a totally different idea but i wasn’t feeling the first idea and then saw this like. partially written thing in my drafts so. here you go. i hope you like this lovely ^^

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if you get mad at yourself a lot for stuff a good thing to do instead of punishing yourself is to think “would I get mad at a dog for doing this?”

sleep too much or only at weird times? still a good dog
sometimes feels like/actually needs to shout for no reason? still a good dog
has periods of uncontrollable hyperactivity?  still a good dog
eats too much/eats things you probably shouldn’t? still a good dog
too friendly/enthusiastic/free with affection? still a good dog
scared or nervous around new people? still a good dog
easily startled by loud noises/new places/imagined threats? still a good dog
obsessive over certain people and objects/only happy in your safe spaces? still a good dog
zero impulse control? still a good dog
any and all of the above? still a good dog

basically we don’t get angry at dogs for any of that because they are good and perfect angels and so are you so give yourself a break sometimes