Hello! It’s #optomstudies here again with another Sunday Study Tip on university life! This will be a multi-part series that hopefully will give a unique insight, since I can go on and on about university, and I love giving advice and helping others :)
PART 0: CHOOSING A DEGREE
Here I’ve put together a list of 20 things that you might not be told outright when choosing your university degree. @exeron
General Starting Tips During High School
It doesn’t matter what subjects you do in senior year, so don’t worry about bonus points, as long as you get a high enough ATAR so that you can keep your options open. Play to your strengths.
But! On the other hand, don’t take history and visual arts for your HSC and expect to be at the same level as your peers when you take a B Science (Advanced Mathematics) degree. You need that calculus knowledge. (Most of the time this isn’t a problem, because most people will choose a degree that aligns with their interests in high school). Again, play to your strengths.
Keep on top of your extra-curricular activities in case you need to go for an interview like with medicine.
Some degrees like optometry, medicine, law, etc. require additional exams like UMAT, so find out early, pay for the tests and mark it down on your calendar so that you don’t forget.
Up to you whether you want to pay extra for coaching, but anecdotally, I didn’t do any coaching and did fine. I had many friends who did coaching and ended up doing poorly.
Choose a good university. Promise it actually counts at the end of the day. There are cases of people getting employed with low credit averages at big companies because they go to a good university.
Decide What Kind of Career You Want
Most importantly, it’s best if you pick your degree based on the job you want upon graduation. What you study at uni is just a means to an end. It’s a business decision that you are making - trading a few years to get a better career and better income at the end of the day.
Consider practical aspects of the job you want. For example, some of the things that I like about optometry is the fact that you aren’t sitting down the whole day, it’s a job that’s great for locum-ing and part-time work if I have kids in the future, and it makes for a good conversation starter when people ask you about optometric myths (no, looking at green grass does not help your eyes, nor do eating carrots, and having a nightlight doesn’t make you more short-sighted). These are all things that aren’t written down on a piece of paper somewhere, but are things that you can figure out by thinking about the everyday facets of the job itself.
Figure out your career values. These are things that you don’t want to compromise on due to personal integrity, as opposed to areas of interest. Some examples are:
Autonomy and independence
Achievement and advancement prospects
Prestige, status and respect
Risk-taking and excitement
Material benefits a.k.a. $$$
Structure and organisation
Don’t “follow your passion”, just “get good”. A lot of people also tell you that you should “follow your passion”, but most of the time you have limited experience concerning the types of occupations in the world, and most of the time there isn’t anything that you’ve developed a strong passion for. You might have a bunch of interests like me; when I was in high school, I enjoyed every single subject, because I just enjoyed learning in general, so the only thing I could think of was literally to become a full time uni student. This video really sums everything up quite well, so I’ll quote from it.
When you work hard at something you become good at it. When you become good at something you enjoy doing it more. When you enjoy doing something, there is a good chance you will become passionate about it.
Start By Choosing a Good University and Faculty
Choose a Commonwealth-supported university. Don’t saddle yourself with excess debt from a private university unless your grades were so bad that you needed to pay money for a university degree. If you have the choice, don’t opt for these.
Go to open days! I seriously think I wouldn’t have chosen optometry if I didn’t go to the UNSW Open Day. The guy was just really persuasive about the benefits of the career.
Ask graduates! If you’ve got a retail job and have the opportunity to chat with people about their jobs, see what they like about their job and how they got there.
Opt to specialise. For example, if you are aiming to be a financial data scientist, then go for a B Economics and major in econometrics. Sounds simple, but people always argue about choosing a general degree like Commerce so that you have a broader choice and keep your doors open. This is only good if you don’t have an end goal in sight. Specialising shows employers that you have direction and are driven.
However, if you have absolutely no idea what you want to study then at least choose a faculty that you find palatable, try and do your research, or take some core courses that allow you to discern your major. If all else fails, just get the UAC book of degrees and cross out what you don’t want to do LOL
After Starting the Degree
If you start a degree and you find the first semester or two isn’t what you were imagining, unfortunately that’s what happens to a lot of people. Uni isn’t a vocational school that jumps straight into the professional skills. So if you want to be a pediatrician who nurses cute children to health at the end of the day, sorry but you’ll have to start with basic sciences. I’ve seen a lot of people jump ship just cause they didn’t like the first few courses.
Go for Honours if your degree has the option. Just looks a lot better in the eyes of an employer that you’ve tried challenging yourself with a research honours project. A 1 year trade off in studying is worth it.
Don’t worry about the length of the degree. Three years will be over before you know it, trust me! And honestly, university is actually a really great time period. Many of my older cousins reflect on it and say that in a way, it was some of the best times of their lives, because you don’t have the responsibility of the household bills and full time work just yet.
Don’t be afraid to change your degree after the first year. Some microeconomics - it’s a sunk cost.
Don’t think: “Oh I’ve already spent this much time studying this degree, it will be a waste if I change degrees”. Think: “if I spend any more time in this degree that I don’t actually want to study, then I’ll be wasting my future”.
You aren’t “wasting” your ATAR by choosing a degree that has a much lower cut-off point. For example, if you wanted to shape the future of children by becoming a teacher, you aren’t “wasting” your 98 ATAR by going into teaching, even if the cut-off is 81.
Don’t let other people influence your options. Look, if you’re going to change your uni choice just because someone you don’t like is going there… you’ll barely see anyone except for the people in the same degree as you after 1st year is over. Likewise, parents give advice, they don’tshouldn’t mandate life choices like what you study.
Good luck with your university applications. Hope you all get into the degree that you’re hoping for! Hit me up if you have any questions :)
MY WEEKLY STUDY TIPS
WHAT I WISH I’D KNOWN BEFORE UNIVERSITY STUDY TIPS SERIES
In the post where you were talking about banter requests, I loved your ideas for Cullen/Alistair conversations. Would you mind actually writing out that one?
Set in DAI, assuming the two of them are actively traveling with the Inquisitor at the same time.
Alistair: So… It’s been… what? Ten years or so? Glad to see you’re doing better than the last time we crossed paths. Cullen: No. Alistair: No? You’re not doing better? Cullen: No, I mean… I don’t… I would rather not talk about Kinloch. Alistair: Oh. Cullen: Sorry. I just- Alistair: No, you’re right. That was a bit of an asinine thing to bring up, huh? Cullen: The night your companion arrived at Ferelden’s Circle was easily the worst of my life. I was… not in my right mind. Alistair: Right. Sorry. Shouldn’t have… You know what? Forget I said anything.
Cullen: Maker, you’re joking. Alistair: Honest truth of Andraste. Cullen: It talked? And moved?! Alistair: Yep. Quite fond of moving, actually. And crushing things. Big fan of crushing things. Birds, especially. Cullen: And it was conscious the whole time? Watching us? Alistair: That’s what Shale said. It’s name is Shale, by the way. Did I already mention that? Cullen: Shale… Maker, I used to climb that thing when I was a boy. Alistair: Awkward. Probably means Shale was the first woman you ever mounted. Cullen:What? Alistair:(laughs) Oh, if only you could see your face right now.
Alistair: Is it just me, or did I do really miserably in that last fight? Cullen: It’s not just you. Alistair: (sarcastically) Oh ha ha. Cullen: Are you injured? Alistair: No. Just my shoulder. Eventually it will let me know if I can lift my arm above my head again. Cullen: Your shield form needs correcting, then. You shouldn’t be feeling it in your shoulder unless you were bracing it into your body. You should hold it higher so the force of the blow lands on your forearm- Alistair: Ugh. You sound like the Ser Rowald. Cullen: Who? Alistair: The Templar I trained under. Or, one of them, anyway. Hold your shield up, Alistair. Stop leaving your side open, Alistair. Don’t block things with your face, Alistair. Cullen: Maybe you should have listened to him. Alistair: Well, I’ve made it this far, haven’t I? And I’ve still got a pretty face to show for it. Take that, Rowald.
Cullen: You left the order before taking your vows? Alistair: I didn’t leave so much as I was recruited. Duncan… the Warden-Commander… he visited the monastery in Bournshire where I was in training. The grand cleric put on a heck of a show for him - paraded us around, made us fight one another. The boy I was paired with, Ferrald - he was older than me. Already knighted. I know for a fact they put me against him to let him show off and he made good on it - all but wiped the floor with me. (chuckles) I would have paid good coin to see the look on the grand cleric’s face when Duncan said he wanted me for the Wardens. Apparently he tried to forbid it until Duncan invoked the Right of Conscription. Cullen: He must have really had his mind set on you. Did he ever tell you why? Alistair: No. Not really, anyway. (quieter) I wish I still had the chance to ask him.
Cullen: Do you regret it? Alistair: Well that’s a good conversation starter. Lots of things I regret… like going back for a second cheese pie at lunch. My stomach’s not too happy with that choice. Cullen: I meant your conscription. Being forced to serve the Wardens. Alistair: Oh Maker, no. I never wanted to be a Templar. I was handed off to them because a certain someone wanted the local bastard to be a bit more out of sight, out of mind - if you catch my meaning. I hated it. Once I witnessed my first Harrowing… that sort of sealed the deal for me. I didn’t ever want to be put in that position again. Cullen: I take it the mage didn’t survive? Alistair: That’s usually what happens when you’re forced to run them through with a sword. Cullen: I’m… sorry. Alistair: It’s probably easier, if you go into it truly believing you’re doing the right thing. Cullen: Speaking from experience - it shouldn’t ever be easy. If it is, then you have a far greater problem on your hands.
Alistair: Are you feeling alright? You look a bit green in the gills. Cullen: I’ll be fine. Alistair: Withdrawal getting to you again? I remember feeling certain… urges, when I stopped taking it. But I didn’t use lyrium long enough for the addiction to set in. Only a few doses in training. Cullen: Consider yourself lucky, then.
“I’m sorry….this is my fault.” You felt your eyes get watery.
“This is my fault as much as yours.” He started. “There is something I need to tell you-” He was cut off by the knocking.
You quickly wiped your eyes and looked out your peep hole.
“It’s Nayeon.” You panicked.
His eyes widen and he went into your bathroom hiding.
You opened the door. “Heyyy.” She sweetly greeted.
“Have you seen Tae?”
“Not since the party.” You answered.
“Hey you okay?” You nodded. “Do you want to get breakfast….I could really eat.” She laughed.
“Yeah of course….but I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Okay.” Then she turned around and left.
You shut the door and went back towards the bathroom. “You need to leave…like now…before she comes back.” You panicked.
He just looked at you distraught. “We need to talk about-”
“I know okay…..I’m sorry but I promise it didn’t mean anything.”
You thought you were saving you and Taehyung’s friendship but what you really did was shatter his heart with those few words.
He looked down processing what you said.
“Right….of course.” He started to walk away.
“Let’s pretend that it never happened.” He continued and left.
“Tae?” What’s wrong with him? You thought he would be relieved but he wasn’t. He said to pretend it didn’t happen but maybe he couldn’t. Maybe he was upset because you almost jeopardized your friendship.
You continued getting ready and met Nayeon in the college cafe. You tried texting Tae and told him you wanted to hangout with him later but he declined. He said he was doing something with Nayeon.
“Took you long enough.” Nayeon mocked once she saw you. “I already got us food.” She giggled.
“Nice….thank you.” You sat down. “So how are you feeling?”
“Surprisingly okay…my roommate gave me some medicine.” She explained.
“That’s good….maybe you should slow down next time.” You laughed.
“Yeah, I don’t even remember anything.” She pouted.
“Well, you were past out pretty early for a party.”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
You gulped almost loud enough for her to hear. “Well…..Tae and I carried you to your room after we found you past out on the couch.”
“Oh okay.” She seemed relieved. “What did you guys do?”
You choked on your drink that you started but ended up spitting it out, coughing for your dear life. You took a bunch of napkins and cleaned up. You felt uncomfortable from all the people staring.
“You okay?” Nayeon looked concerned.
“Yeah, wrong pipe.” You pursed your lips.
“So?” She was waiting for your response.
“Nothing.” You nervously said.
“What do you mean?”
“We were pretty drunk ourselves so we just talked and when I woke up he was gone so I don’t know where he went.” You lied. The memory flashed through your head.
You waking up naked next to him. You felt butterflies just thinking how beautiful he was, especially when he was asleep.
You saw Nayeon staring at you and you immediately felt guilty.
If she ever found out she would be devastated.
You felt like you ruined everything already. The only thing was you couldn’t read Taehyung, like usual.
Was he okay with it or did he hate you now for this dumb mistake that could ruin your friendship forever? Was he heart broken for cheating on Nayeon? You had no idea.
“Why are you blushing?” She smiled. She turned around from where you drifted off to. She looked back at you confused. “Do you have a crush on someone?”
“Oh no.” You avoided the question.
Because, ‘I’m falling for your boyfriend’ is really gonna be a good conversation starter. Not like you’re the one to set them up or anything.
“Come on, you could tell me.”
"Please, we could double.” She wasn’t giving up.
“Okay.” You flipped through all the guys in your head. Who could you get away with that she doesn’t know?
“His name is…….Jungkook.” You actually had a good time with Jungkook last night but you didn’t have a crush on him and you knew Nayeon didn’t know him.
Jungkook may had said he didn’t like her but he said he never met her because she claimed that she wanted Tae all to herself.
“Oh…is he cute?” She winked.
“Sure.” You tried to move on from the awkward conversation. “So what are you and Tae doing later?”
She shrugged. “Not sure…I haven’t talked to him yet today.”
You looked at her confused. Why would Taehyung lie to you? There it was, the sharp pain you kept feeling. Taehyung must hate you. You made your friendship awkward and now you don’t know how to face him. He obviously didn’t want to face you.
Nayeon was on her way to look for her boyfriend. She knocked on his door hoping to find him there because he wasn’t in a texting mood today.
As he opened the door annoyingly he was surprised to find Nayeon there with a big smile on her face.
“Hey babe.” She wrapped her arms around Tae bringing her lips to his. He didn’t really respond so she immediately pulled away. “Hey what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just still hungover.” He lied.
He wasn’t in love with Nayeon but he felt guilty. It wasn’t fair to her and he knew that. He cheated on her with you. Even though you were both drunk, that wasn’t an excuse. How was he going to tell her? Taehyung was honest with pretty much everybody. He hated lying, especially something like this.
“Come on.” She pulled him inside and pulled out some pain reliever out of her purse. “Take these.” She handed over a bottle of water.
“So apparently you wanted to do something today?” She continued.
He closed his eyes feeling more guilty. He was caught in a lie. He figured you talked to Naeyon.
“Yeah…maybe we can stay here and watch movies?” He suggested.
“Okay cool.” She said excitingly. “I’m sure we can play some games as well.” She bit her bottom lip hinting of what she really wanted. Taehyung wasn’t ready to have sex with Nayeon. He didn’t have any feelings for her so he felt like it wasn’t moral.
“And also I was thinking we could have a double date.” She was still excited.
“With who?” Taehyung asked confused.
“(Y/N) has a crush on someone and I thought that maybe I could set her up like she did for me.” Nayeon laid her head on Taehyung shoulder.
“Who does she have a crush on?” Taehyung pulled away so he could look at Nayeon.
Taehyung felt the rage and jealousy already and he didn’t even know who yet.
How could you have a crush on someone already and why didn’t you tell him, he thought. He thought you were best friends.
“I don’t know him but she said his name was Jungkook.” She said dumbfounded.
Taehyung stood up aggravated startling Nayeon. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
Taehyung started pacing rubbing his forehead frustrated. He felt horrible before but this was an all time low for him. Not only did you break his heart this morning of your regrets of last night but now you had a crush on his best friend. He didn’t know how to express any emotion anymore. His heart just kept shattering step by step.
“What’s wrong?” He almost forgot Nayeon was there.
He had to tell himself to calm down or the truth will clearly be shown. “Nothing, I just can’t believe she never told me.” He said distraught.
“Yeah I had to drag it out of her.” She giggled. “But I don’t know him.”
“I do.” Tae said causing Nayeon to look at him. “He’s my best friend.”
Taehyung went over to Jungkook’s dorm immediately as Nayeon asked if he could invite Jungkook into a double date which he knew he never would encourage.
He knocked on the door and it didn’t take him long to answer.
“Hey man, long time no see.” Jungkook teased.
Taehyung just clenched his jaw looking at his best friend.
“What?” Jungkook looked alarmed. He never see Taehyung without a smile. “Tae?” He asked serious.
Taehyung walked past Jungkook into the dorm.
“Hey V.” Jin called him by his other nickname.
Tae didn’t say a word he just nodded.
“Tae Tae what’s wrong.” Jungkook jumped by his side aggressively wrapping his arms around him.
“Basically I came over to invite you for a double date.” Tae continued.
“Who am I bringing? Jin?” Jungkook teased.
Jungkook’s face dropped. “Why?”
“Because (Y/N) has a crush on you.” Tae said emotionless.
“What? That can’t be right?” Jungkook laughed.
“Well she told that to Nayeon so…” Tae said with more attitude.
“Look Tae, even if that was the truth, which it isn’t, I would never do that to you.” Jungkook said sincerely.
“Why does it matter I’m in a relationship and she doesn’t have feelings for me anyway.” Taehyung’s face flushed but no tears came out.
“You’re obviously not happy, why don’t you just break up.” Jungkook suggested.
“Because I have no one else.”
“What do you mean?” Jungkook was confused.
“I thought for a split second that maybe (Y/N) had feelings for me but….I don’t know.” Tae looked down. “I just keep setting myself up for disappointment and Nayeon is there and I know how she feels about me so…”
“So….do you have feelings for her?”
Taehyung didn’t answer. “You can’t do this to yourself….its not fair for her or yourself.” Jungkook raised his voice in concern.
“I know….I just need more time, I’m sure it’s there.”
“And what if it isn’t, you going to forget about (Y/N)?” Jungkook had irritation in his voice.
“She doesn’t like me like that.” Taehyung was tired of talking. “And to be honest, I’m sick of waiting for her….I just wish she would stay out of the picture and liking you is not gonna do it.”
Jungkook was shocked by the words of his best friend.
“Are you saying that you don’t want to be her friend?”
“No……..it’s just hard to be around her that’s all.” Tae fell back to lay on Jungkook’s bed.
“Have you thought about telling her how you feel?” Jungkook asked.
“I do all the time, but I know how this works….it could make things awkward.”
“Don’t worry too much Tae.”
“Jin why don’t you make something to cheer him up.”
“That’s okay…Nayeon wants to go out tonight.” Tae started to get up.
“Of course the princess wants your service.” Jungkook nagged.
Jungkook decided to pay you a visit after Taehyung left.
When you answered the door you never expected to see Jungkook of all people. Yes you consider him a friend because of Tae but that was it, you would never intend to hang out unless Tae was there.
“Hi?” You question. “What are you doing here?”
He smiled and walked past you. “So I heard that you had a crush on me.” He smirked.
“Oh no.” You slapped your forehead. “I can’t believe she would just go up to you and tell, what kind of friend does that?”
“Actually Taehyung told me.”
“W-what?” You felt shocked. You never thought that he would hear of your little lie and you prayed he wouldn’t.
“Jungkook….I don’t have a crush on you and please tell that to Taehyung.” You panicked.
“It’s okay, I figured you didn’t….that would be weird.” He sat on your bed.
“Thanks.” You said sarcastically but followed by a chuckle.
“Nayeon was convinced I had a crush so I lied and said it was you to shut her up.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes. “Why do you even hang out with her?”
“I know she’s a pain but she’s sweet.”
Jungkook laughed sarcastically. “That’s funny.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Jungkook started.
“You can’t tell anyone especially Tae.”
“Okay?” You were confused.
“Taehyung is in love with you.”
“What?” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “No he’s not.”
“Oh yes he is….has been for a while.”
“You sure?” You were shook.
“Why hasn’t he said anything?”
“Because he didn’t want to ruin your friendship.” That was a pretty good reason and also the reason you were afraid to move forward.
You couldn’t help but blush. “Why are you smiling like that? Do you like him to?” Jungkook asked in excitement.
“Maybe.” You bit your lip.
“Why don’t you tell him?”
“I wasn’t really sure until last night.” Those words slipped from your mouth that you wish you could take back.
“What happened last night?” Of course Jungkook had to end his curiosity.
“Um-” You didn’t know how to explain. “We sort of had sex.”
“Whoa- what?” Jungkook stood up. “You two?”
You nodded. “Don’t get carried away….we were both drunk and obviously we don’t really remember much…”
“That’s insane.” Jungkook smiled.
“You guys need to be together.”
“We can’t.” You quickly responded.
“Wait, what?” Jungkook sat back down.
“He’s with Nayeon and she is crazy in love with him, I can’t do that to her.”
“So it’s fake love…..he obviously isn’t in love with her back.”
“It don’t matter….he needs to break things off himself.” You said.
You saw that Jungkook was thinking. “Get ready.”
“Because we are going on a double date.”
“I don’t like this, he’s going to be heart broken.” You whispered to Jungkook as you walked up to the diner.
“It’s fine I have a plan.”
What was he planning?
You entered the theater and as soon as Taehyung saw you and Jungkook holding hands his face dropped. He really did like you.
“Hey.” Nayeon greeted. “Why didn’t you tell me he looked like that?” She whispered into your ear.
You just shrugged. This whole thing made you uncomfortable.
“This was our first date.” Nayeon grabbed onto Taehyung’s arm causing you and Jungkook both to roll your eyes. You had such a rage towards Nayeon when she was around Tae.
She always wanted the world to know they were together.
When you found your seats you made a small eye contact with Taehyung. He looked away quickly. He couldn’t even look at you.
You were sat between Nayeon to your left and Jungkook to your right. Taehyung choose to sit as far away from you as possible, more specifically close to the aisle. You felt anxiety.
“Stop worrying.” Jungkook whispered. “He’ll be okay trust me.”
Jungkook made it clear that he didn’t want you saying anything about your feelings. He wanted to convince Taehyung to tell you himself. And to get out of his lousy relationship first.
As the trailers were starting you saw Nayeon fidget in her seat making you draw attention. You saw her scurry her hand over Taehyung’s thigh.
Your heart was beating from your rage. You wished you never had that double date which started their relationship. There yousaid it.
She was really asking for it. She brought her hand closer to his fly palming the area. Taehyung gave a falsely smile and grabbed her hand to hold instead. It was his sweet way to tell her no.
“What’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.
“Nothing.” You gave a fake smile.
Jungkook leaned forward and looked in the direct you were previously. He saw that Nayeon was once again trying with Tae. You looked over and saw her bring her hand down under his waist line of his jeans.
“I’m going to use the restroom.” He sat up and walking down the aisle. Jungkook nudge you to go after him.
“I have to use it to.” You got up nervously and followed Taehyung’s footsteps. When you entered the lit up hallway, you saw him sitting on one of the benches looking distraught.
“Hey.” You sat down next to him.
He glanced at you but turned away quickly.
“What’s with you?” You poked him. “Why do you hate me?” You said it as a tease but you felt like he really did.
He let out an audible sigh. “Why do we call each other friends when you can’t even talk to me?”
“My best friend (Y/N)? Why didn’t you tell me.”
You know Jungkook told you not to say anything but you didn’t have to tell him everything.
“I don’t have a crush on Jungkook.”
He looked at you confused.
“Nayeon insisted that I had a crush and wouldn’t shut up about it….so I lied.”
“Why Jungkook?” He asked.
You shrugged. “Jungkook’s my friend and I knew that she never met him so I didn’t think this would happen.”
Taehyung still looked confused. “Your friends are weird Tae.” You giggled.
Finally, he smiled at you.
You leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer. You wished he would just be honest with you so you can both be happy.
“I want you to know that you can tell me anything….never hold back the things you keep bottled up, because you’ll regret them later on.”
He looked down at you thinking but said nothing. He was clearly not ready and you understood.
You grabbed his hand that was holding onto you and circled it back so you can hold it properly. You leaned your head back down to enjoy the moment.
You both jumped from the voice that ruined the peace. You both looked down the hall seeing Nayeon staring at you both. Her usual brighten up face was no where to be seen.
You couldn’t read her expression but it was definitely serious.
“You’re missing the movie.” She lowered her voice as you and Tae made your way over.
She quickly grabbed Tae’s hand and went back inside leaving you alone. You were taken back from her attitude. Did she think something happened?
The movie wasn’t all that good, its hard for horror movies to be scary now of days.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom quick.” Nayeon announced. You were staring off into space until she called your name to join her.
What is this high school?
You leaned on the sick waiting patiently for her to finish. When she was done, you almost swear she was glaring at you as she washed her hands.
“Good?” You pursed your lips and turned around.
You jumped from the fact that she grabbed your arm aggressively to stop you from walking out the door.
You raised your eyebrows at her to question her actions.
“Do I really need to warn you to stay away from Tae?” She was acting crazy.
“Excuse me?” You sassed.
“You heard me….your going to stay away from Taehyung from now on.”
“That’s not happening.” You laughed sarcastically. “Did you forget who got you two together?”
“I’m not an idiot (Y/N)…. I know you’re in love with him.”
“You’re crazy.” You tried to turn around again but she stopped you. “Let go of me.” You clenched your jaw.
“It’s funny how you could of easily had him but now that he’s unavailable you want him….wow desperate much?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You couldn’t believe she was acting this cold towards you.
“I’m being defensive….I’m not gonna let a slut like you take my boyfriend.”
You aggressively got out of her grasp and made your way out of the bathroom in rage.
Walking away you were on the verge of tears. This was your friend. So you thought. Howcould she act like this?
When you got closer to the boys, they both gave you a questioning look.
“Let’s go.” You tugged Jungkook’s arm.
“Hey what’s wrong?” Taehyung grabbed your hand.
“Nothing’s wrong Tae, but it will be.” You glanced back at Nayeon who was making her way over. Taehyung followed your eyes and when he looked back at you, you were already out the door.
“Are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Jungkook asked.
“You were right.” He looked at you. “Shes crazy.”
Jungkook smirked. “I’m worried for Tae, he needs to get away from her.”
Jungkook’s smirk quickly faded. “So new plan….get him to breakup with crazy.”
My favorite part about writing for Peter is high school tropes Like spin the bottle? I’m such a sucker for that trope. Hope you guys enjoy!
Title: Regrettable Pairing: Peter Parker x reader Summary: Peter meets you, Liz’s cousin, during her party and gets to know you over some small talk and a game of spin the bottle. Word Count: 1,922 Warnings: food mention, underage drinking, slight “Spider-Man: Homecoming” spoilers Tagged:@tmrhollandkay@kindnesswins@melconnor2007@mcheung0314@erikacasarin
you came,“ Liz cheered as Peter and Ned walked in.
gives her a nervous smile, immediately babbling an incoherent reply. His words
slow to a stop as you walk up and suddenly all his attention is sucked into
you. When you smile at him, Peter gets so nervous that he wants to run out the
you introduce, shaking Peter’s hand. “I’m Liz’s cousin.”
visiting from Oregon,“ Liz adds.
nods slowly, unsure of what to say. He’s trying not to stare at you completely,
but even as Liz beings speaking, his eyes keep drifting towards you. You keep
giving him shy smiles when you catch him staring, and Peter keeps blushing
deeper shades of red.
a clatter comes from an adjacent room and both you and Liz grimace. You peer
over Liz’s shoulder, trying to assess the damage.
Summary: In a world full of soulmates that can feel the others emotions, one would expect to know when their soulmate is hiding a secret.
“Move! Move! Move! We haven’t got all day people!” You shouted. You had approximately forty-five minutes to pack all your delicacies into the van and get them to the home of Kim Namjoon. Only the problem was that you were behind schedule, and his mansion was an hour’s drive away; that was assuming there would be no traffic. As quickly as you could, you helped your assistants bring the cupcakes to the company vans waiting to leave.
As the owner of the world renowned bakery, Winter Serendipity, you were constantly busy. If it were not for the large sum of money they Kim Namjoon was offering you, you would currently not be in a state of utter madness. Originally, you had rejected his request of your services because not only did you have a shop to run, but you also had months of pre-orders for upcoming events. It was only when he offered you ten thousand dollars that you accepted his request for 5,000 cupcakes. You weren’t told much except that over a thousand people would be attending the event and that you were to stay to introduce your food.
People seemed to love your food because, despite your ability to mass produce, your work always reflected the home feeling of warmth and love. You loved what you did even if it got stressful. The name of your bakery was inspired by your soulmate. Whoever it was was always with you. They could feel your emotions and you could feel theirs; all because of a simple mark on your inner forearm. Your mark, along with your mate’s, was in the shape of a small snowflake. It was a light blue, almost white color. The intricate patterns reflected the complex love and relationship you would have. Everyone was born with a soul mark. Each one was unique in its own way. Only you and your soulmate shared the mark. Through the mark, soulmates could feel the other’s emotions. This came in handy quite often for you and your soulmate. When you were stressed they often help your nerves by sending you waves of comfort. When they were angry you’d help to calm them down. You couldn’t wait to meet the person who had been with you your entire life. You didn’t know when it would happen, but something in your gut was telling you that it’d be soon.
As the last of the cupcakes were loaded into the vans, you got inside one and turned the engine on. You had to be there as soon as possible to set up. As soon as you pulled away from the bakery, your foot was on the gas. You had thirty seven minutes to get to the mansion. You wanted to curse yourself for running late.
Much to your displeasure, you were twenty nine minutes late and the staff was yelling at your staff, blaming them for the delay. You were about to yell at Mr. Kim’s personnel when a sudden wave of calmness washed over you. You knew it was your soulmate telling you to calm down, that everything would be alright. Taking a deep breath, you kindly spoke to the head organizer, explaining the situation “I’m sorry but it is my fault we are late” you said, speaking up for your workers “I’m afraid I had mixed up schedules and didn’t realize the event started at 5:00pm and not 6:00, please forgive me.” The woman just stared you down before turning around and giving orders left and right. You began helping the staff set up for the outdoor event.
Everything seemed perfect. Every blade of grass was cut to equal size and the hedges trimmed so that no leaf stood out. The fragrance of flowers wafted through the ornate acre of land. In the distance you could see where the scent was coming from. You were tempted to explore your surroundings but you knew it was best to stay and help set up. You felt the hint of amusement from your soulmate. They seemed to only make the temptation worse so you tried busying yourself with your cupcakes.
Kim Namjoon was a very busy man. In the eyes of the public, he was simply the CEO of Bangtan Industries. However, those within the company knew he was much more than that; he was the leader of the largest mafia organization in the country. Most thought him heartless but the six men and his soulmate knew that he actually cared about everyone’s well being.
At a young age, Namjoon had learned how to mask his emotions so that his soulmate wouldn’t know the pain he was in. At least, when it came down to his business. He was a calm and collected man, rarely getting angry. Instead, he was busy fussing about hiding his soul mark and keeping his mate happy. As the leader, of any rivals knew what his mark looked like, they would go out and find his mate, torture whoever it was just to get to him. He was glad that he had yet to meet his soulmate. The longer fate waited the less he’d have to worry about your safety. Long before he took over the business he had decided that his mate would never find out what he really did. Though at the same time, he was quite upset that he hasn’t crossed paths with his mate yet. He wanted to be there for them physically not just emotionally. He wanted to know what they looked like, what their personality was like, what their hobbies were. He wanted to know everything.
For now, he merely had a girlfriend for the public eye. He didn’t have to worry about rivals taking her because he knew that they knew he’d never risk a life for her. Most of the time she was too busy sleeping around with other men to be seen by the public. She was supposed to be at the event he was hosting tonight, but it appeared that she had other plans. He had seen her sneaking off with of the workers who was supposed to help set up.
That annoyed him but the feelings he was getting from his soulmate seemed to reduce that annoyance. He knew that his mate was frustrated and curious which he found was quite the amusing combination. He wished he could know what they were curious about. Sighing, he dressed in an expensive black silk suit. He paired the suit with a dark blue dress shirt and a black tie. His brown hair was styled to the side, a slight curl to his bangs. His watch, a silver Rolex, fit snugly on his wrist as he adjusted his jacket sleeves. Deeming himself ready, he glanced at the time. It was 4:30pm, time for him to head down and check on everything. Guests were sure to be arriving soon.
Sweat rolled down your forehead as you completed the last of the preparations. You wiped your sweat with the sleeve of your white jacket. You had rolled your sleeves up and discarded your apron in attempt to stay cool. Having your sleeves rolled up meant having your mark exposed but you didn’t mind. Nothing about your mark was something to be ashamed about and it was a good conversation starter.
Your cupcake display was all set up, beautifully showcasing each of the cupcakes unique decor. You were quite proud of your work.
One of Mr. Kim’s staff came up to you and wordlessly handed you a glass of lemonade. Before you could thank them, they turned and walked away. Sipping on the lemonade you noticed cars beginning to pull up as guests arrived. You quickly finished your drink and discarded the paper cup in a nearby trash can. Brushing your hands off you stood by your display, preparing for the onslaught of people coming to socialize and talk business.
Top Left: FUBAR on a walk with his Human and his Human’s Best Guy!
Top Right: Bucky really loves to lie around in the sun (because it’s the opposite of being in cryo or literally and figuratively living in the shadows), but FUBAR is like 80% floof so he prefers to lie around in the shade. This is how they compromise!
Middle Left: Sometimes Buck isolates himself a little too much and FUBAR can be a good conversation starter. However, Bucky also sometimes gets nervous around people and FUBAR knows this so he’s always On Duty and ready to protect his human! (I couldn’t resist throwing in a cute Kobik Alternate Meeting cameo because I love her relationship with Bucky!)
Middle Right: Buck loves to go to the library to help supplement his journaling and FUBAR is super helpful and holds Buck’s books while he juggles his apartment keys! FUBAR is very poised.
Bottom: Sometimes Buck gets a lil overwhelmed and cries and that’s okay but sometimes he has trouble stopping so FUBAR will bring his Human his favorite ball and it makes Buck smile a little, which is good! (Loosely based on this beautiful post, originally sent to me by @doveloves!)
IM NEVER GONNA STOP DRAWING FUBAR ART IT’S MY FAVORITE IDEA I’VE EVER HAD THIS DOGGO IS MY MAGNUM OPUS
Everyone has something they call home. This thing could be a place, person, object, animal, even a smell. Of course, it’s different for everyone ─ most say that “Home” was the house they shared with their parents currently or during their childhood. Some would say home is the feeling of happiness, caused by being in their birth town, or the block they grew up on.
You, however, considered it to be a culmination of things. Alongside the stereotypical place, you found comfort in the smell of New York; specifically, a street in The Bronx that you grew up on in the quiet side of the big place, where couples walked the streets, runners smiled and laughed at the dogs they were jogging with; where families could be out with a mild fear of being mugged by some druggie or poor guy in need of some money; where happiness seemed to be one of the most prominent emotions and one of the only words to describe the place and your feelings upon walking around it.
Your favorite place, as dumb as it sounds, was the little coffee shop at the end of the street. The workers were always changing there, seeing as they were all teenagers wanting more money or just starting college and need a way to pay for their loans because their parents sure-as-hell weren’t doing it alone. At one point, that had been you, when you still went to community college.
You remembered loving working there, as you always had light-hearted conversations with the customers and relationships with the regulars. But once you got your first two years of college done, you headed off to a big university across the country, staying there for about four years to get your masters. Then, you came back home with high hopes of achieving something great, something that made an impact, no matter how big.
Your dream had always been to be involved in dancing or music, specifically for Broadway. And as crazy and farout as it sounds, you knew you could make it there someday ─ someday.
The distinct smell of coffee beans and oven pastries filled your senses as you walked into the coffee shop you adored so much. People were too caught up in their own conversations to acknowledge your entrance, which was normal. A fuzzy feeling filled you when you took a deep breath and let your senses be bombarded by the homey smell. The sounds of clinking plates and brewing coffee and buzzing of light conversations about work, coffee, the need to finish a paper and get some sleep filled your ears, as well.
What you noticed out of all of that, though, was the echoing, familiar voice of someone you knew all-too-well. The voice was deep but soft, forming words that were so beautifully put together, yet only said because they worked with everything else he was singing about. This one was about working two jobs, brewing coffee, and still enjoying the life he was give. The optimism he had in his words was what seemed to keep the rest of coworkers going, smiling and giving him beats or backup vocals.
After reading so many Auston stories I thought I’d give it a go at my own. Written at midnight so forgive me if there are errors.
Prompt: you’re unexpectedly about to reunite with your childhood best friend over dinner at his family’s house. Feelings from the past 10 years will come up.
Word count: 1391
Warnings: none. All fluff.
You’re standing in the middle of a grocery aisle unable to move after the mother of your childhood best friend invited you over for dinner that evening. Auston Matthews is coming back home to Arizona and you haven’t seen him in years. You two used to be inseparable. In elementary he’d go on and on about the zamboni to you and you’d tease him for loving a sport on ice when you live in the desert.
Auston freaking Matthews. Damn, you missed that name. Since he’d gone off to Switzerland to pursue hockey you two hadn’t been as close. But, now, you were hoping for the best. You have less than 4 hours to get yourself together to be reunited with the only boy who would play rough with you during recess in elementary.
Once you snap to, you immediately check out of the grocery store and hurry home. What do you wear tonight? How should you do your hair? Does it even matter? He’s always seen you as such a tomboy. You have his number jersey already. Should you just wear that? Is that over thinking it? What. Do. You. DO?!
You’re laying down in your bed as all these questions fill your head. There’s a photo of you two, probably around 10 years old, tacked to your cork board above your desk. Auston has a smirk on his face and his elbow resting on your shoulder as your arms are crossed with a look of annoyance. Yeah, he wouldn’t care too much if you showed up in ripped jeans and a messy ponytail. You’ve always been that comfortable around him.
You decide to put on a light amount of make up, (unripped) jeans, and a nice floral blouse.
You still can’t believe Auston is coming home for such a short amount of time and his mother wants you to join them for their intimate family time together.
Also tacked to your cork board, directly underneath your photo together, is a wristband that says “best friends” on it. You two got them in 6th grade when you went to an arcade together and completely demolished him in every shooting game you both played.
You leave your house around sunset with your 6th grade bracelet hugging your wrist. You hope it’ll be a good conversation starter so you and Auston can easily fall back into the swing of things. As you are approaching his family’s house your stomach is filled with butterflies.
Stepping up to the front door you take a deep breath and exhale as many of the nerves you’ve built up that you can. You ring the door bell and wait. Playing with your thumbs as you hear footsteps approach the door.
“Hey!” Auston answers as he swings open the door. He immediately pulls you in for a big hug. “(Y/N) I’ve missed you!”
You’re completely caught up in his embrace. “I’ve missed you as well, Auston.”
As you both pull out of the sincere embrace he takes you by the hand and leads you inside.
“Mom just finished hooking it UP with dinner. You came just in time.” He smiles at you as you’re led into the dining room. You say, “hi.” To his parents and sister.
Dinner was amazing. You realized you also missed his mom’s cooking. She’d always make meals when you’d go over in the summertime to play. The dinner consisted of small talk and mostly his dad bugging him to know all the details of living in Canada and hockey. The entire time you were sitting next to Auston and he’d look over every few minutes with a smile and thank you for joining them.
Once dinner is over, the entire family excuses themselves for their nightly routine. Auston takes you into his parent’s backyard to continue the night. You two sit down on a lovely cushioned bench under the starry Arizona sky.
“How are you?” He asks. Genuinely wanting a truthful answer.
You shrugged, “I still live in Arizona so I don’t think I’m as well off as you.” He laughs and nods in agreement.
“I’m really glad my mom bumped into you today. I had lost your number when I moved out and really wanted to see you.” He said, scooting closer to you on the bench so your legs were touching.
“I’m glad too.” You smile and look down at your feet. He begins to run his finger across your wristband. “Wow, you still have this?” He asked.
“I know, silly, right?” You say. A bit embarrassed now that you actually wore it.
He lifts your chin with his finger and smiles at you.
“Yeah, silly.” He smirks.
“Ah, Auston Matthews. King of teasing me.” You say as you playfully push at his chest. He chuckles and then reaches to hold your hand. His fingers now interlaced with yours.
“Thank you for wearing this. I realize you’re the only person in this city who I can still have a good talk with without any of my career stuff being the main focus.” He states as he kisses your hand adorned with the best friend bracelet on it.
You smile at him, “well, Mr. big-shot hockey man. What made you think I came over to do anything else other than grovel over your Hockey God existence??” You both burst into laughter.
“Oh, I definitely missed this. Thank you.” He sighs while letting go of your hand and proceeding to wrap his arm around your shoulders. You easily rest your body against his and are content with the next few moments of silence. You grab his hand that’s resting in his lap. Both of your hands exploring his fingers and caressing his palm. He carefully placed a kiss on your forehead.
“You look beautiful tonight, by the way.” He says, sounding a little shakey.
“Auston Matthews, am I making you nervous?” You giggle.
“Honestly? The thought of seeing you again scared me so much. I remember you being the only girl to challenge me at anything. Damn,(Y/N) you knew how to push my buttons.” He laughs. You kiss his thumb that you’ve been playing with.
“Thank you for not changing one bit, Auston.” You whisper. He pulls his hand away from yours and places it on your jaw. Moving your face towards his.
His eyes explore your expression as your heart is practically beating out of your chest. His thumb caressing the side of your face. You begin blushing and try to turn away.
He whispers, “please… I’ve been waiting since the 3rd grade to do this.” And pulls your face back towards his leaving no room between your lips. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back.
It’s slow and loving. He takes his time giving you sweet pecks and runs his hand down your back. This sends a chill up your spine and goosebumps appear all over your body.
You pull away, trying to catch your breath. This kissing wasn’t intense but you had so many nerves worked up since you had also been waiting a long time to do that. You both giggle into each other. Leaning your foreheads against each other.
“(Y/N) again, I can’t thank you enough for showing up.” He said. A wide smile gleaming across his face. He has your coral colored lipstick on his lips and you erupt into laughter. Seeing how good your lipstick looks on him makes you want to kiss him more. Not so much that he looks good but that it’s empowering to see it on him. It gives you the same feeling you had years ago when you had beat him at all those arcade games in the 6th grade.
“You have a little something on your lips,” you finally explain why you laughed so suddenly after he was trying to have a genuine moment with you.
“Oh, do I??” He grins then attacking your cheek and neck with tickling kisses.
You laugh, “okay, okay I think it’s gone. Whatever was on your lips is gone”
You cuddle up to his warm body as he wraps his arms around you.
“I could stay like this forever, Matthews,” you whisper as you draw circles on his arm with your finger tips.
“Then, stay forever.” He suggests as he gives you a tight squeeze.
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Sarah Millin & Reader/OFC
Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of sex.
Author’s Note: So I chose to have the reader be 20 years old to Stiles’ 18/almost 19, because I want him to have a mature relationship that has adult conversations about consent and birth control and sex in general. Someone that can mature him sexually, I guess. Whatever. Just read it. You’ll get it.
Summary: Scott has remained in Beacon Hills since returning from New Orleans with a resurrected Allison Argent. The gang continues in their fight against the vampires back in Berkeley without him. Stiles, y/n, Isaac and Cora brainstorm about how to kill the vampires, y/n and Stiles have a discussion about their relationship status, and an abduction changes the timeline for the Pack.
“How did she even know what classes you were taking?” Isaac asked, as he relaxed on the couch in Scott and Stiles’ apartment.
“I don’t know…” You rubbed your hands against your face, pulling at the edges of your eyes in frustration. “They’re coven witches… they’re creepy as fuck.” You answered, somewhat exasperated.
“They really are though, man. Basically everything she said to Y/N was deeply disturbing.” Stiles interjected.
“I don’t even want to talk about her. I just want to figure out what it was. Isaac, are you going to make yourself useful?” You asked, tilting your head to the side and grimacing at the handsome, blonde werewolf.
“Yea, yea, sorry.” Isaac sat up and caught the notebook that you threw his way.
“I don’t think that there will be anything about whatever is ’coming our way’ in my American Government notes, but you know, it’s good to be thorough.” You said about the notebook you had just tossed to Isaac.
“How are we supposed to look for something that we don’t even know about yet? ‘For something comes your way’ is really vague.” Isaac asked, as he watched Stiles flipping through Scott’s Western Civilization textbook.
“I don’t know…” You smushed your face against your open book on the table, and continued speaking, muffled. “Ugh, fuck. You’re right. I have no idea what we are even looking for.” You said, frustrated, as you lifted your head and shut your History of Ancient Mesopotamia notebook. “We should just table this for now and go back to the vampires.”
Stiles rubbed your shoulder, and kissed you on the cheek. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.”
You nodded. “So what do we have so far?” You looked up at the dry-erase board that Stiles had brought into the living room, from his bedroom, with all of the ways that they had found online and in books on how to kill a vampire.
You were nervously fiddling with the edge of the tablecloth, staring down at the menu. “I’ve never been here before. Do you know what’s good?” Ugh… great conversation starter… You were kicking yourself mentally. You hated
“Everything is pretty good,” your date replied, setting the menu down and glancing at you from across the table. “Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”
You were just glancing over the menu again without really reading anything when a familiar silhouette caught your eye at the edge of the patio. There were the unmistakable broad shoulders and sharp jawline of Dean Winchester.
He grinned at you and raised his eyebrows. You stood up and met him halfway with a muttered “excuse me” to your date, who was looking on in confusion.
“Y/N!” he called out, like he just bumped into your by coincidence.
“Dean,” you said through a smile complete with clenched teeth. “What a surprise running into you here,” you said pointedly.
He looked over your shoulder at your date seated alone at the table. “That’s your date, huh?” he asked, studying them far from subtly.
“Dean… Dean!” His eyes snapped back to your face.
“Would you please stop rubbernecking at my date and please explain why the hell you are here right now??”
He shrugged. “I just wanted to make sure everything was going okay. You know, just checking in.”
You stared at him, a little aghast. “Checking in?”
He rocked a little on his feet. “Yeah. You never know. There’s a lot of weirdos out there.”
You sighed. “Yeah, I’m looking at one of them right now,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.” He was staring over your shoulder again at your date, who you were sure was looking back. “Hmm.”
You gave him an annoyed and questioning look. “What?”
“I don’t know. Not what I was expecting.”
“What the hell does that mean?” you asked in a rushed whisper.
He shrugged again, his eyes flickering between your face and your date. “I don’t know. I just–I don’t know,” he said gruffly.
“Oh my God.” You put a hand to your forehead. “Please leave,” you urged.
“I think I should introduce myself,” he said. He made a move towards your table and you grabbed his arm.
“Dean Winchester. I will. kill you,” you said through clenched teeth.
He looked down at your hand on his arm. “I just want to put a little fear of god in ‘em!”
He sighed gruffly, but didn’t shake off your hand. “Fine! But if you’re not home by midnight I’m coming after you.”
You put a hand over your face. “Oh my God… Go. Now. Please.”
Dean took a final look at your date and waved at them, flashing a wide smile. They returned the wave in confusion.
When you took your seat again with many apologies, you were immediately met with a question. “What was that all about? Everything okay?”
You straightened the tablecloth absently. “Uhh… yeah. Sorry. He’s just a–friend of mine…”
You could see doubt in their eyes. “Oh. Okay.”
You cleared your throat. “Should we order?” you tried to say it cheerfully, but you knew that Dean had gotten in the way again. You should have expected it. He had been in your way for a long time… and you tried to pretend that he wasn’t, and that you were annoyed, and that you really wanted to be looking for someone other than him, but you knew deep down that you were kidding yourself about all of it.
Heather Chandler x Reader Prompt: N/A Warnings: Hospitals, bleeding, poisoning, ear infections, vomiting Requested by: Anonymous Y/N: Your Name A/N: AU, where Heather lives, is top notch A++. Also projected my own emotions about living with a chronic ear infection aka Hell.
Hospitals were something you had become so accustomed to visiting, sometimes you forgot that it wasn’t a normal occurrence to go there every 2 weeks. You had been in and out of multiple healthcare all your life. No, you didn’t have a terminal illness, or a mental illness or really anything that. Your pain and repeated visits lay inside the repeated stupid decisions you’d made as a child.
Time and time again, you would hear your parents tell you “Don’t stick your fingers in your ears, Y/N, you’ll get an ear infection.” But did you listen? No. Because you were a dumb seven-year-old who didn’t think shit about what she did with her fingers or where she had been. And sure nothing happened the first few times. Clearly, your parents were wrong. Probably just trying to make you more ladylike and poised. Nothing happened when you shoved your grimy hands, covered in harmful bacteria in your earhole. Nothing at all. Nothing except the sudden, continuous stinging pain you would get when you tried to go swimming at a beach. Nothing but bleeding for 10 minutes while one of your parents looked for ear swabs and the other yelled “I told you so’s”
Nothing but the lifelong, incurable shitshow that was the internal ear infection.
You couldn’t swim, you couldn’t take showers for too long, you couldn’t join in water fights, you couldn’t listen to loud music or buy light coloured pillow cases for fear that the mixture of blood and earwax that would seep out of your ear during warm nights would stain the fabric. You would throttle 7 year old you of you had the chance.
And today? It was no different. Sitting on one of the wards in a bed so that the doctors could take samples of your earwax and study it to make sure they weren’t getting more fucked up than they already were.
What was new, was the appearance of a girl you’d never met before. She had been moved to your ward the previous morning, after a recovery from what you assumed was an awful sickness. The circumstances of whatever injury had happened were horrific and severe from what you could tell. She had been coughing up blue-green fluids when you came in from the bathroom an hour ago. Taking another glance sideway, you saw her sitting upright. Her long blonde hair was pulled back from her face, looking quite knotted. She was a sickly pale, a sheen of sweat covering her skin and giving it a shiny effect. Dressed in a hospital robe which made her look unhealthily slight, you could’ve mistaken her for a ghost had you found her walking the hospital halls at night. Her face looked gaunt and her eyes were hollow and sad. Had she not been afflicted by her ailment, you thought she’d probably looked like a famous actress. Here, she just looked washed-out and tired. You felt your stomach twist in sympathy for her.
Several times you’d tried to pluck up the courage to start a conversation and each time you had failed. But now it was for real, now you were going to try and reach out. It wasn’t like you had anything else to do. Taking a deep breath, you turned yourself to face her, steeling yourself and pushing away the anxieties.
“Uh… Hi!” You tried your friendliest smile, sitting cross-legged in your seat. The girl glanced at you, eyes raking up and down your figure, making you suddenly self-aware of how strange you probably looked, fully clothed with a pair of fluffy cotton balls poking out of your ears. “…Hey.” Her voice was croaky and broken as if she had swallowed fire and burnt her voice box to a crisp. The way her face screwed up told you that it hurt her to talk. Or maybe she just didn’t like to talk to weird girls with cotton balls in their ears. Yeah, that was probably it. “Uh… I’m Y/N.” You responded a little nervously, watching as her face changed, probably to decide whether you were worth talking to. “…Heather.” She said simply, again with the raspy voice. You frowned at the sound, wondering if it would be insulting to point it out? It would be a good conversation starter in the least. “So uh… what’s with your voice?” That came out a lot blunter than you intended, but you weren’t really sure how you could’ve worded it any other way. Heather stopped to think for a moment, before blowing out a breath of air and shrugging.
“I got poisoned.” She said simply, as your eyebrows shot to the ceiling. She got what now? “Y-You what?!” You asked, immediately regretting the question as she bristled, eyes filled with sudden rage. “Are you thick? Poisoned. I. Was. Poisoned.” She snapped at you angrily before breaking into a heavy coughing fit. You froze up, not sure what to do, or whether you should help or call the doctors. In the few seconds you had of indecision, she grabbed a nearby bucket, vomiting up bile, that was not good. You were at her side in an instant, one hand gathered up her long hair and held it back from her face, the other rubbed her back comfortingly.
“It’s ok, you’re ok.” You said gently as she spat out the last of the vile liquid. Her body shook a little, as she turned her head, frowning. It wasn’t a hostile expression, not at all in fact, if anything she regarded you with a look of confusion at your actions that made your own gaze soften. “You didn’t need to do that.” She said, no aggression in her tone. “But you needed me to.” She stayed silent at that comment, but you could’ve sworn you saw that icy glare of hers melt a little. “…Thanks.” She said a little quietly, as you leant back and took your hands from her, watching her carefully. After checking that she truly was ok, you returned to your bed, swinging your legs as she looked for something to say. Anything to change the subject.
“Why are you here? You don’t exactly look sick.” Her eyes travelled to the cotton in your ears and you felt your face flush. “Ear infection.” You responded simply, you were used to these kinds of questions. Albeit, not from pretty or popular girls like her. “What’s that?” She asked, nose crinkling up in a rather cute fashion. You tried to find the words to explain the condition. “It’s what it says on the tin, really. Both my ears are infected with a virus. Can’t swim, can’t shower for too long and sometimes they bleed.” You shrugged, no sympathy searching in your tone. It is what it is, really. No changing it now.
“Eugh. How long have you had it?” There were a lot of questions coming from her, but you didn’t really mind. “I’ll have to think. What’s today’s date?” You pretended to think, your smile almost spoiling the joke you had planned. “March 2nd.” She said, not having to check at all. “I’ve had it eleven years.” You stated, watching her eyes widen in horror. “Jesus fucking Christ!” She swore loudly as you erupted into laughter, raising a hand to your lips to cover your mouth. “What the hell are you laughing for? Doesn’t it hurt?” You shrugged and smiled. “I mean, yeah. You get used to it after a while.” You hummed as she shook her head at you.
“What about you, huh? How did you get poisoned?” You asked. It wasn’t exactly a normal thing to happen, unless you were a spy. Or in a movie. You were pretty sure you weren’t in a movie. Heather huffed and leant back on her pillows. “Long story.” She said simply, staring up at the ceiling. You leant back on your own bed as well, copying her actions, you rested your hands on your stomach. “I’ve got time.” You shrugged, listening as she shifted a bit. “I made friends with this new girl, we got into a fight and then she showed up at my house with her boyfriend to apologise.” She began, and you nodded along, listening close. “I told her to make me a drink to make up for it. Something alcoholic and…” Your eyes widened as she trailed off. “She put in drain cleaner. Not on purpose, she was talking to her boyfriend and got distracted and put it in. He noticed, apparently, but didn’t say anything.” You watched as her expression fell, your heart ached for her. What happened to her was awful, it was completely horrific and disgusting. It was something no person should ever have to go through.
“Jesus, Heather. I’m so sorry. Are they being prosecuted?” You asked, keeping your eyes solely on her as she shrugged. “I don’t know. My parents said they’d handle it.” She said simply keeping her eyes trained on her hands on her lap. You stared back up at the ceiling, the weight of the situation pulling you down. “I hope they get prosecuted. That’s just… God, it’s so fucked up.” You felt anger at the incident well up inside you, anger at the treatment of a girl you barely knew. But when you looked back at her you saw no anger in her eyes, no indignance. Just exhaustion. Just the stare of a tired girl who’d been through a lot in a short amount of time. You took another breath, shutting your eyes.
“And what about you, huh? How’d you get that infection?” She asked as you shook her head. “That? Now that is a long story.” You sighed, turning your head to hers again. A small smile crossed her face, filling your chest with a warm feeling as she turned to you, meeting your eyes. “I’ve got time.” She said simply, as both your smiles grew.
A/N: Alright it’s a Benny x Reader after this! Hope you enjoyed and thank you!
Imagine Steve Rogers hanging out with Jennifer Walters (She-hulk). They go to the same coffee place every morning and order the same coffee. It's a good conversation starter apparently.
“I didn’t take you for a
Starbucks guy. Or a chain store guy,
Steve glanced over to his
left. Jennifer Walters was giving him a
small, tired smile. He hadn’t met her,
officially. A few hand-shakes and bits
of small-talk exchanged at events but not more than that.
“Because I dress like a
hipster?” He parroted the good-natured
jab from Tony.
“Because you’re one
hundred. And also the hipster thing.”
Steve laughed. “I didn’t expect to see you in my neck of the
She hummed, accepting her
cup form the barista. “I’ve got a
meeting with your landlord today, did he not tell you?”
“He didn’t.” Steve nodded to her cup. “Though I appreciate your optimism. A medium instead of a large.”
“You mean a Venti.”
Jennifer tapped her cup to his in a ‘cheers’ motion. “This is just the beginning. I’ll need an excuse to take a break partway
through our meeting for another and to meditate. I wonder sometimes how Banner does it.”
Steve held the door for
her, walking towards the Tower with her at an easy pace. “I think it really is a huge bag of weed.”
Jennifer laughed. “By the way, I meant to ask you, at the
Children’s Hospital event, how does a woman go about getting a chance to pick
your brain? I’ve had an interesting case
fall into my lap and I’d appreciate some insight from someone who’s familiar
with the intent and the slang of the 20s and 30s.”
“There’re a lot of coffee
places between the Tower and your office.
I’d be glad to meet you any time.”
I was recently thinking about alignment charts (probably because I was rereading Order of the Stick), and thought that while I like Alignment Charts, it’s hard to classify characters that are on the borderline between two different alignments.
So I thought an alignment graph might be more helpful/descriptive:
I don’t know if this exists already, but here’s a quick template in case you want to use it yourself! You can tag it #alignment graph, maybe?
While it’s pretty subjective, I think it’s helpful for showing more nuance in how you interpret a character, since it shows the range of their actions in canon/your fic/an RP.
For writers, it can help make sure your characters are spread out and more diverse in terms of their viewpoints.
It can help show character growth, and could be a useful tool for tracking the development of a character as they grow a conscience or end up on a slippery slope to Evil™.
It’s also a good conversation-starter when discussing a character’s morality/ethics/attitude!
You could even plot specific canon actions on the graph if you ever
wanted to get SUPER SPECIFIC about where the character would be on the graph.
Yesterday I turned 19. Meaning today it has officially been one year since I claimed the title of intern. That’s one year of intern knowledge, and then some, that I would like to share with you.
Let’s begin with a bit of background. I lost my intern virginity last summer. I started applying in spring and, to my surprise, heard back from all the magazines I applied to - bar one. But their Twitter pic hasn’t changed in a year so I’m not quite sure what’s going on there. I ended up becoming an editorial intern at two magazines. Both of different genres - I figured it’d be beneficial to get a diversity of experience. The first was a fashion magazine and I absolutely loved it. It was the first magazine I set eyes on and I even modelled my entire CV around one of its covers (more on that later.) I enjoyed it so much that I re-arranged the dates of my next internship just so I could stay longer. I woke up every morning last summer looking forward to what my day had to offer. Even though I struggled to afford travelling into London everyday, and got achey eyes from hours in front of a laptop screen, I began each day with a flurry of butterflies in my stomach because I loved writing for them so much. It felt like the right fit from day one. Despite arriving 2 hours late on day one that is.
I was given so much freedom to write exactly how I wanted to — much different to my next internship, where despite the fact it was a much younger magazine, had a more traditional approach with its interns. Everything would get sent back with highlighted notes and once it was finally published, lost all remnants of its initial vitality, but in turn gained the slick and polished voice of an edited feature. I did learn a lot from all that editing. Things they’d usually teach you in journalism school like “numbers under ten are expressed in words.” Not only did I learn a lot but met some really wonderful people.
Despite each internship’s differences, both editors seemed happy with my work and expressed they wished I could stay longer! I now write for the first magazine, which is beyond what I could’ve imagined when I began applying last year (have a read of my elated response to first-time publication here.) I’d like to stress that I had no contacts nor family members who have a clue about this industry. If I can do it, you most definitely can too! So from me to you, here’s how to become an intern.
Find Your Own Experience.
High-key every intern’s #goals
Before writing your CV you need relevant things to fill it with. Instead of waiting for opportunity to knock on your door, why not make your own? With the Internet at your fingertips there is no excuse. Gaining experience and building a portfolio is as simple as e-mailing your favourite blog and asking to contribute an article. Starting your own blog and making sure it’s in tip-top shape when future employers decide to Google you, and sincerely reaching out to growing online platforms asking to write for them. In the beginning I built my portfolio through Twitter search. I would search key phrases like “bloggers wanted” or “writers wanted” and volunteer my services (@UKFashionIntern is fab for this). You’d be surprised how far a well-composed e-mail can get you! Experience wise, you really don’t need anything fancy, you just need to show employers that you’re competent in the basics. So e-mail the editor of your local paper and ask to shadow someone for a week, or get down to your local radio and volunteer your time for a few days. If you’re at school or university make use of all the opportunities to write for the magazine or paper. This is all classed as experience, will build your portfolio and get you suited for an internship.
I think this is most important. Especially if you’re lacking in the experience department. It’s imperative to set yourself apart from all the other candidates who have the same or more experience than you. Two ways to get your application an eyebrow raise are your e-mail subject line and the aesthetic of your CV. Editors’ inboxes are filled with hundreds of e-mails a day so use your subject line to stand out from all the other intern e-mails. Make it short, concise but interesting so they have to read it. I’m not sure where I came up with mine, but I definitely did a ton of research, looked at lots of examples and steered away from the conventional. Think of it like a headline, but always ensure it’s appropriate.
Don’t be afraid to get creative with your CV. Fashion and media are industries where creativity is celebrated after all, so you can afford to push boundaries with your application (although as was suggested to me by Heat’s Senior Editor, simplicity is often better). It’ll make you memorable and give you a chance to show your personality and how badly you want that internship. Think of the dozens of black and white word documents an editor receives then *boom* in comes your creative piece of curriculum vitae. At one of my internships, the editor showed my CV to the entire office and asked how I created it. I used photoshop (good way to showcase photoshop skills) in order to create an infographic CV. Infographics are a succinct means of getting your experience across, way more visual and fun to look at, and a great way to play on human psychology (psych student coming thru). Who wants to read through dozens of identical applications when you could present the same information through image, colour and an attractive aesthetic. Chances are they won’t be glossing over your CV. It’s different to the usual application so they’ll take note. If you dont know how to use photoshop - like me pre-CV - just google everything. Google is your friend.
Be as modest or as extra as you please
For infographic inspo I did a Google and Pinterest search for creative CVs. I saved my favourites and used them for inspiration on how to design my own. As mentioned in the intro, I based the colour scheme of my CV on the cover of the first magazine I applied to. Partly because the colours were soo beautiful, and because I wanted to impress them. I literally used a colour code finder to find the exact colours. If that doesn’t show how bad you want that internship I don’t know what could! A strong subject line and a pretty CV are bound to give you a good footing in the application process.
Here’s a buzzfeed link to CV ideas you could use for any job, not just creative ones
Use your Initiative/Be a Ninja.
Once you’ve got through the prelims and finally land that internship, it’s time to be on your A-game and stay on that A-game. Bring a notebook so you can take note of instructions, feedback and stay on track. It also makes you look like an eager beaver who’s ready to work. It’s important not just to do what you’re told, but to go beyond that. Do things that your editor didnt even ask or expect you to do. Make everyone’s life as easy as possible by doing more than you have to. So if you’re asked to write an article for online, write the tags and social media posts for it too. If you’re asked to research an interviewee organise your research in an easy-to-read format and suggest interview questions - even if you weren’t asked to. You must always be one step ahead. It’s important to be quick but not to sacrifice quality. So edit, edit, edit. You better be the most helpful and competent ninja that office has ever seen.
Carrie started as an intern. Who wouldn’t want to be Carrie?
Don’t be scared to contribute to discussions. An intern is still a part of the team so offer your ideas and when asked - dont be a neutral party - give your opinion. Be sure to make the most of your time at a publication and get to know people. A good conversation starter is to ask them questions about themselves. Like how they came to work there or any advice they could give you. Dont be a silent voice in the background, you’ve got to be a helping hand and a smiling face. Remember, these are the people giving you references and everyone seems to know each other in fashion, so they could recommend you to someone or even offer you a job based on how lovely you were during your stay.
Be a Nice Human.
UAL produced McQueen and Phoebe Philo. Their word is golden.
This is integral in any field. Be nice and respectful to any and everyone you meet. I can’t tell you how many people I’ve met and googled when I got home only to realise how major they were. These are the people you could be working with one day or the key to your next opportunity. You need to be remembered as a pleasant and competent person because in order to advance, it really can be about who you know. So greet and say hello to everyone. Even if you’re shy and really awkward, you have to do it! Try to get as many contacts as you can and keep in touch. Whether that be e-mailing them for advice once, thanking them for your experience or offering your time to help them (I recently did this and ended up working at Topshop’s flagship for a few days - score!) This includes fellow interns. A lot of people in the industry started as interns - look at where they are now? Who’s to say that intern on the Mac next you won’t go on to work at a PR firm that might just be hiring, or recommend you when a last minute stylist assistant is needed? Just leave a good impression on everyone you meet, k?
In summary, get off your bottom and seek experience whether that be online or in your local area, get creative with your e-mail, cover letter and CV, always be one step ahead of your editor’s needs and treat everyone with upmost respect. Fashion and the media aren’t as mean as TV and film make them out to be. People tend to be very helpful. The opportunity is there you just have to be willing to go for it!