i don't know why i plan things out when they always turn into something else

anonymous asked:

Hiya! ^^ I would like to request hc's about an MC who is a kpop star or part of a group. I imagine they'd all be super surprised to see them at the party! I hope you both are well, and you don't have to do my ask if you wouldn't like to! Oh sorry, I'm starting to ramble again aren't I? Hahaaaa;;;

A/N: IM SO READY FOR THIS, FUCK ME UP (and dont worry i ramble a lot, I don’t think you were rambling sweetheart <3) ~Admin 404


           -He’s a big big fan of kpop

           -Follows all the popular groups and stars almost religiously

           -So when you (or Saeyoung) tell the group what your name is, he’s hYPED


           -You just couldn’t tell him right off the bat that yes, you were that person

           -You decided to surprise him at the party instead!

           -Because nothing is cooler than finding out you’re dating an idol of yours, right???

           -So when he sees you at the party he actually squeals like a little kid because WOW YOU’RE THERE AND YOU’RE AMAZING

           -“YOU KNOW MY S/O HAS THE SAME NAME AS YOU” “Yoosung it is me, I’m MC, I’m your s/o”

           -Poor baby faints right then and there. From then on he’s just always so in awe every time he looks at you. Always telling his friends about you; “Hey did you know i’m dating-” “YES YOOSUNG, YOU’RE DATING MC. THE MC. YES YOU LOVE THEM. YES THEY LOVE YOU. WE GET IT”


           -Yeah he’s heard all the popular groups and stars

           -Has a ton of respect for them all

           -After all, he is a music man himself musicals are different than pop music though zen

           -He’s also a firm believer of “He can date whoever he wants, famous or not”

           -When he’s down in the dumps and you come over to his house to cheer him up he’s really surprised

           -Why is there a famous star on my doorstep?? What do they want?? Are they here to say bad things about me too? whaT IS HAPPENING

           -You have to quickly calm him down and explain that no, you’re just MC and you’re here to cheer him up

           -He’s so confused and stays like that for a solid hour. He talks to you and he’s excited and all but he just…. cannot process that the MC he’s developed strong feelings for is also the famous star MC

           -You’re waiting for him at his home while he brings back some snacks for the two of you and he bursts through his own front door



           -The moment she knew your name, she was suspicious

           -Isn’t one for blindly believing something

           -So she thought it was merely a coincidence that you shared the name of a famous star

           -Except when she saw you in person at the party

           -She kept asking around to make sure that she was seeing you correctly

           -Not to mention she never remembered anyone mentioning the invitation of a famous kpop star???

           -“Jaehee, it’s me. MC. I helped organize the party, I didn’t realize I had to put myself on the list”

           -You helped whAT

           -Then and there is the moment she realized that your name wasn’t a coincidence and that she had asked planned on asking a famous kpop star to be her partner in opening a coffee shop

           -But she doesn’t treat you any differently, not at all. She just kind of fangirls in silence (until you catch her later at the party)


           -“Are you part of that famous group that’s all over the radio all the time?”

           -I guess that’s one way of greeting me, Jumin

           -When he saw you in person it just solidified his assumptions

           -Doesn’t treat you any different than he would have before, because you’re still you

           -You just happen to have a title as well. That doesn’t change who you are inside, ya know, the part he loves

           -But, the fact that you’re famous and you have no body guards concerns him to all hell??

           -That day on you’re surrounded by more body guards than you can even see

           -He actually admits to not hearing any of your work and you just sit there in awe

           -“Jumin do you live under a rock?” “Don’t be ridiculous, I live up here in my penthouse”

           -He actually buys all your albums and anything you’ve ever made later that day. Falls in love with your music and he’s so cute like he wears your merch when the two of you are relaxing at home


           -Knew from the background check, there’s no be reveal for you this time MC

           -Though he was REALLY REALLY excited that you’re the famous kpop star because he loves your music

           -Actually seen you live before which makes meeting you 10x more exciting

           -He throws in lyrics to your songs to try and let you know that “hey, mc, i know who you are but im keeping it a secret from everyone else”

           -HYPED AS HELL! The person he fell in love with is also the celebrity he had the biggest crush on

           -But that also scares the hell out of him because of his job??? He’s supposed to be in the shadows??? How would this even work out?

           -Despite it all, he still came to the apartment to protect you

           -You expected a big “wow i can’t believe its you” but instead you just got ignored and you’re just left there kinda like???? dude???

           -But when the two of you head out to Mint Eye headquarters, your music started to blare in his car and he couldn’t turn it down fast enough

           -EMBARRASSED AS ALL HELL, he’s as red as his hair and finally admits that you’re his favourite recording artist and has been for years. Even admits that he’s the owner of your fanclub fucking dORK


           - can he even see you

           - im sorRY I HAD TO THROW THAT IN JUST FOR 626

           -Really really surprised to see that you’re the famous MC

           -Actually enjoys your music a lot and has photographed you at a few of your shows

           -Never sold the pictures though because those are personal to him what a fanboy

           -He feels TERRIBLE that you got caught up in all of this, he doesn’t think you deserve the trouble at all

           -When he meets you in person, the first thing he does is apologize profusely

           -After a very long time, and the two of you end up together, he didn’t even realize that one day he wore a t-shirt of yours until you pointed it out

           -Immediately starts to stutter and turn bright red. The gig was up so he decided to show you some of those pictures he’s taken as well

           -He’s your favourite photographer at every show from then on and he’s loving the hell out of it <3


           -Also knew from the beginning

           -He’s not into kpop, he’s into some harder music, forget that MC

           - somebody’s being a LLLIIIAAAAAARRRRR

           -After a while, when the two of you get close, you catch him listening to a few of your songs

           -You never say anything though because if you catch him, he gets embarrassed and just walks out of the room

           -Hates publicity (or the public population in general, take your pick) so he avoids it at all cost

           -But he does think it’s pretty cool that you’ve created music, like he wishes he could do something like that

           -Protects you from his fanboy of a brother who’s always hanging all over you

           - calm down saeran it’s in an idol-appreciation way

           -Literally does not care if you’re famous or not. He has no more fucks to give. None I tell you, none

Annoying tutor Jimin (but also my biggest crush)

Headcanon. I don’t even know how this appeared in my head, it just did. JK is a friend of Jimin’s brother and is terrible at math. Jimin helps him with math and he keeps being a lil shit until Jimin stops studying with him… It’s nothing much, but maybe someone will like it. :)

• „Okay now, do this equation – number five on the second page,” Jimin quickly runs his eyes over the textbook in front of him and waits for Jungkook to scribble down the numbers.

• Jungkook’s not moving in a slight way and glares at Jimin. “There’s no need. I won’t do any more exercises.”

• Jimin sighs. For almost two hours he tried to go over the math with Jungkook, and for almost two hours Jungkook tortured him the same way as he always does when they study alone. He was supposed to help both his little brother Jihyun and Jungkook, his brother’s best friend. But once again, Jihyun went on a date with his new girlfriend and left him all alone with this little punk. It was true that Jihyun didn’t need Jimin’s help as much as Jungkook – he was passing all his tests and improved significantly ever since Jimin took his time to help him with everything. Still, Jimin wished he was here, because in his presence Jungkook behaves more like a person than just an ass.

• Jimin stares right back at Jungkook, trying to control his irritation. Jungkook was just two years younger than Jimin, celebrating his sixteen birthday month ago, yet Jimin would swear he’s thirteen, tops. “I don’t care, Jungkook. But did you at least understand what we practiced today?”  

• Jungkook’s lips curls in a grimace and he groans. “No. No, because I hate fuckin’ math. And I hate you.” Jimin just rolled his eyes, same old song. “I don’t understand how Jihyun can live with you in one house! How can he even like you! You’re so annoying,” he huffs.

• Jimin is still watching him, now little disappointed, because really? Nothing fresh to use to insult him? He heard this one – about his brother and living under one roof – many times before.

• “It’s a good idea, Jimin,” his mother said. “You will help Jihyun and Jungkook can learn, too! He’s such a sweet boy.” Sweet boy his ass. Jungkook acted like sweet little angel every time he visited their house with Jihyun. Jimin’s parents loved him. Hell, even Jimin loved him at first those years ago when he met him for the first time. Jungkook was just cute. And he still is, with his big chocolate eyes, messy brown hair and smiling expression, even without actual smile. Unbelievable, how deceiving looks can be.  

• “Well maybe you wouldn’t have to spend so much time with me, if you’d check those goddamn exercises for once. But you’re still on a level of first grader, so sorry for trying to help you.”

• Jungkook flashes his eyes over Jimin’s face, almost like he was trying to stab him with bare sight. “I don’t need your fucking help.”

• Jimin shrugs, fed up with Jungkook’s attitude, and starts packing all the things. “Okay,” he says, for the millionth time in past weeks. The thing with Jungkook was that even when he was acting like little shit, his mom always paid Jimin more than enough for finding the time to tutor him, even when he helped both his brother and Jungkook at the same time. For just two hours it was nice amount of money.

• “This time I’m serious Jimin. You’re not helping me at the slightest, I don’t like you and I will find someone else!” With curious look, Jungkook waits for Jimin to react.

• “Okay,” Jimin shrugs once again before finishing packing up, says bye to Jungkook and leaves his room.

• After the door closes, Jungkook throws himself onto his bed and punches his pillow repeatedly in frustration which is not caused by math or Jimin’s tutoring.

• “So how was it yesterday?” Jihyun asks Jungkook, waiting for first class of the day to start. It’s math and they’re gonna have an exam.

• “Useless. He’s a terrible tutor and he’s so annoying. How can you stand him, being your brother?” Jungkook huffs.

• “Watch your mouth you prick,” Jihyun never understood where this antipathy for Jimin is coming from. His brother was the sweetest person to Jihyun, always helped him; was smart, funny and overall perfect. And when he explains all of the math equations to him, it really helps – that, however, doesn’t seem to be Jungkook’s case. But even though he badmouths Jimin, he never, even once, tried to find someone else to help him study.

• “I don’t want him as my tutor anymore. As much as I like you, I can’t stand your brother,” Jungkook continues and Jihyun rolls his eyes.

• “Okay, Kook. If you fail even this test, I will tell Jimin to not help you anymore. He has better things to do with his free time anyway, you know.”

• “Good.” Jungkook bites inside of his cheeks, frowning at his hands.

Not-so-surprisingly, Jungkook fails the exam, achieving five points out of thirty.

• Jihyun tells Jimin that there’s no longer need for him to help Jungkook with math, as it seems that he’s really not helping and Jungkook will find someone else. Jimin is slightly saddened – he liked the money he received for tutoring him. For a short while he can’t help but wonder if Jungkook really hates him that much – after all, Jimin never did anything bad to him.

• Jungkook gets in huge fight with his parents when they find out about his latest grade. Immediately, they find new tutor, young college student.

• Poor guy runs out of Jungkook’s room not even half an hour after he started to tutor him. Jungkook did his best to scare him off. He managed to do the same with next one, pretending he’s possessed by some supernatural force.

• He never really thought Jimin will stop tutoring him. There’s no way he will let anyone else to sit with him like that and explain all of those things to him, except Jimin. He wants him back (he didn’t want to get rid of him in first place, but it’s not like he would ever admit it to his parents or Jihyun.)

• Jimin receives a phone call from Jungkook, who politely asks him to come and help him once again, because, allegedly, “This hella guy just stopped coming.”

• Jimin doesn’t even know why, but he decides that okay, he will help his brother’s friend once again – after all, it was the first time for Jungkook to ask for his help.

• When he walks in Jungkook’s bedroom he finds him sitting on the bed, surrounded by few cans of beer and packs of salty goods.

• “What’s that?”

• Jungkook gives him uncertain look and jerks his chin towards the small empty space on his bed. “I thought I will… apologize today. Sorry, Jimin, I lied. I like it when you study with me.”

• Jimin’s not sure what to think about it, but he carefully sits next to Jungkook and takes a beer that Jungkook hands him. “How did you even get these?” Jimin asks and Jungkook just grins. “That’s a secret. Cheers.”

• So they sit on the bed, eat some junk and drink “secret” beer while chatting about silly things. Jungkook finishes his second can of the beverage just as Jimin’s telling him a story about their homeroom teacher, when he can’t help himself but kiss the older guy. Jimin just looked so… kissable at that moment, with smiling eyes, hands clutched around the can, lips wet with the beer he sipped just seconds ago.

• Jungkook’s not moving his hands at first, but then he remembers what to do and let them tangle in Jimin’s hair. His heart stops for a second when Jimin’s lips finally move against his. It doesn’t take long for Jimin to push Jungkook off.

• He’s in shock. What was that? Did he like the way Jungkook kissed him? What the fuck? Was this all Jungkook’s plan all along?

• “What the fuck Jungkook?” Jimin jumps off the bed with shocked expression and Jungkook notices the glimpse of hurt in his eyes. “Do you hate me so much you planned this as a way to… humiliate me?!” With back of his hand he wipes the saliva off his mouth.

• Jungkook feels panicked. Yes, he sort of planned this, but not to humiliate Jimin! He had no idea he will kiss him, all he wanted was for Jimin to tutor him again and for himself to stop being an ass to Jimin.

• “N-no! No, Jimin! I’m sorry if—“

• Jimin grabs his bag and shakes his head in disbelief. “You even tried to get me drunk, is that so? I can’t believe I thought for a second you’re serious about being sorry. Oh my.” Jimin turns on his heel and runs through the door. He doesn’t hear Jungkook calling for him, neither the thump of Jungkook, falling into his pillow as he did so many times before.

• Honestly, Jimin’s not sure what pisses him off more. The way he felt so comfortable with that brat after all those things he said to him in past, the naivety of his when he took the beer Jungkook gave him or just the fact that he fucking answered the kiss and almost made out with his little bro’s shitty friend (and liked the feeling of his lips on his own).

• Never before someone disrespected him this much. Jimin stormed into his house, ran up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. What the fuck. What the fuck… Did Jihyun say something to Jungkook? It was not even a year ago that Jimin came out to his family as homosexual. He thought nobody else knows – but now… No, Jihyun would never do it.

• The next day Jimin sits in his room, reading, when he hears some voices outside his door. He tries to run towards the door and lock it when he realizes that one of them is Jungkook, but it’s too late and Jungkook suddenly burst through the door, closing them behind him.

• “Jimin – just hear me out please.”

• Jimin takes small steps backwards, just to be as far from Jungkook as possible. “Get out. Get out of this room. You really don’t have any boundaries, do you?”

• Jungkook almost looks like he’s about to cry. His hands are gripping bunch of papers and notepads and he take a small step towards Jimin.

• “Get. Out!”

• “Please Jimin, I’m so sorry about yesterday, but it wasn’t like that at all! I really just wanted to apologize and ask you to tutor me again!” He nervously shifts on his feet.

• Jimin barks. “Really, that’s why your mouth was all over mine, right? As a peace offering!”

• Jungkook looks hurt now, big eyes staring at Jimin. “No. I just- okay. Okay. I just wanted to kiss you. I wasn’t thinking about it – only thought I had was how pretty you are,” Jimin laughs again, but Jungkook continues. “That is… that is why I couldn’t stand you studying with me. I think you’re too pretty and I – I don’t know why, but I think I like you.”

• Jimin glares at him, judgingly. “Nice try, you prick. Please, leave now…”

• “No. No, I didn’t tell anybody, but I’m not that bad with math,” claims Jungkook hurriedly. “I was just… trying to… I’m not good at this, it’s awkward!”

• “Oh god Jungkook, just…” Jimin’s about to say something, but Jungkook shoves all of those papers and notebooks in his face. “Look!” he says. “These are all those exercises I was practicing for last month. Just – look over them, I’m not lying!”

• With raised eyebrow, Jimin flips through few pages and his eyes jump over scribbled notes in corners of the pages like: “Jimin said A = 1,5! Remember this!!!” or “Solve this like Jimin – his way is better!”

• Jungkook’s not lying; dozens of pages are all filled with equations, numbers and notes. Jimin looks at him, confused. “What—“

• “Sorry Jimin. I don’t know why but I just… I guess I like you. Like I know it’s weird. You’re Jihyun’s older bro, but – trust me – in no way I meant to disrespect you yesterday!” Jungkook watches his shoes and slowly turns towards the door. “That’s all – I’m sorry – I get why you don’t like me…”

• Jimin thinks for a second, then walks over to Jungkook and grabs his hand. Younger male looks at him, surprised.

• “You’re a really stupid kid, you know?” Jimin stares at him but there’s no anger in his face. “You can’t act like this if you want someone to like you.”

• Jungkook doesn’t know what else to do, so he just nods.

• “I will start to tutor you again,” says Jimin and Jungkook smiles.

• “Really?!”

• “And we could maybe work on your behavior towards your crush, don’t you think?” Jimin gently grabs Jungkook’s other hand too, smiling nervously.

• On his following exam (month later) Jungkook achieves a “C” with ease. Jihyun facepalms over his excited rambling and watches him, as Jungkook types a text to Jimin.

• “Was this all really necessary? If you liked my brother, you could’ve just told me earlier…” he whines. Jungkook just punches his arm as he grins over his phone, now reading a response from Jimin. “I’m proud of you, brat ♥

anonymous asked:

Don't know if anyone has already requested this but, how about some sleep headcanons with a/o for the ada and Oda?

Ahhhh so snuggly. I love these! They got long so I put the rest under the cut.


• This man is a hug full of tangled arms and legs. You are completely wrapped up in his arms unable to move and if you somehow manage to move he’s rolling with you. This has resulted in both of you toppling off the mattress onto the floor.

 • During the summer months he sleeps in his boxers and bandages, and he often whines if you wear any type of bottoms to bed. Why wear something so tight when you can just wear one of his big t-shirts to bed? He likes the way you look and how easily he can slip his hands up your thighs for some pre-breakfast naughty fun.

 • When he’s having nightmares he cuddles you tighter out of instinct. He tries not to wake you up but sometimes when his nightmares get bad enough he just lays in bed and watches you breathe for a while until he falls back asleep.


 • Likes being the big spoon but usually hides his face in your neck once he gets in a deep sleep. His arms practically never unloop from your waist unless you go to move. If he gets too hot he’ll lie on his back and have his hand clasped over yours.

 • Atsushi is a bit of a light sleeper so he ends up waking a few times during the night due to noises. He feels terrible if he wakes you up and offers to rub your back or read to you until you fall back asleep.

 • Loves hoarding blankets during the winter like he will pile blankets on blankets on you. A – it saves on running the heat all night and B – he gets an excuse to cozy up to you for warmth.

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anonymous asked:

hello again hp anon here! I don't know if I'm asking too much because this is harry potter related again (you can go ahead and ignore/delete this if it is). If not, I got another writing prompt for you guys if y'all are interested: hp!au yule ball headcanons with akaashi, kuroo, matsukawa, oikawa, and terushima. thank you~ :)

Why did I say two requests before I could order dinner? I want my Chinese, plus delivery takes an hour, which I was planning on writing in. Ugh.

Anyway, I think you can tell I’m in the hp mood right now. Hmmm…I’m not going to specify houses, since I don’t think it’s too important. Fun fact: this took me two pages in word to write. 

~~Admin Keiji



  • I think we can easily say Akaashi Keiji is the prettiest person ever
  • He asked you to the ball when you two are studying in the library. You were pouring over Arithmancy notes and he bluntly says, “Want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” You obviously said yes because, well, Akaashi Keiji.
  • He dresses in a simple dressing gowns, looking much like a tux. He’s turning heads as he walks by (both female and male), but when he meets up with you, he claims you are the best-looking thing he’s ever seen.
  • If it were up to him, he’d stay at the side the whole night not dancing, but he recognizes that you’d like to dance and compromises to make you happy—you’d avoid dancing in the center and stay to the outside edges.
  • He’s the kind of person who will gladly hold your heels for you while you run to the restroom so you don’t have to hobble there. Honestly, the most courteous boy in the entire room.
  • Kisses you during the last slow dance. However, he asks first so not to make you uncomfortable, which causes you to be uncomfortable.
  • Overall: 11/10 Would go to the ball again.


  • Asks you out by attaching a howler to his cat’s collar. You don’t notice the note—just the cat—until it goes off in breakfast “_____ YOU’LL GET A HOWLER EVERYDAY UNTIL YOU AGREE TO GO TO THE YULE BALL WITH KUROO!” He gets a detention and a date to the ball.
  • Despite his overwhelming enthusiasm about the ball, he doesn’t realize he actually needed dress robes (lord, help this boy) until the day before. He was just planning on wearing his school uniform but gets stuck with Bokuto’s extra robe that was too small. Yet, this robe was too big width-wise, but too small length-wise. He looked like a mess.
  • He tried for three hours to do something with his hair, and failed. When he tells you this with a sad look, you immediately take out the clips on one side of your head so you match.
  • At some point in his life, someone must have told Kuroo he could dance well. At that same moment in his life, he was lied to. Keep stepping on your feet and swinging you into people. But you have so much fun that you simply don’t care.
  • Tries to convince you to make-out behind a pillar. It doesn’t take much convincing and your lips are swollen by the end of the night.
  • Overall: 10/10 Would go to ball again, but avoid dancing, make out more.

Mastsukawa: (i can’t write this boi seriously. He’s just a meme to me)

  • “Oh shit, waddup, _____, it would meme the world to me, if you would come with dis boi to the Yule Ball.” How could you refuse that?
  • Wears a pink plaid dress robe with a striped undershirt and somehow, it’s the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen a person wear. His reasoning? Maybe he can become a school-wide meme if he wore it, as if he wasn’t one already.
  • Not only does he shove his face with food, but he doesn’t care that you also shove your face with food the whole night.
  • Dances like he’s in a mosh-pit during the slow songs; dances like it’s a slow song during more upbeat music. Miraculously, you are not embarrassed one bit when you join him. Maybe you can be a meme, too.
  • Asks you to be the window to his wall, to be the sweat that drips down his balls. (Asks you to be his s/o). After you’re finished laughing, you agree to be the “tionary” to his “dick”
  • Overall: 420/69 would meme with him again.


  • You kind of expect that the reason he asked you to the ball over anyone else because you never hung all over him like all the others. Yeah, he’s cute, but not that cute.
  • He wears one of the nicest dress robes you’ve ever seen, and you admit that he looks good. It’s actually worth all the death glares you’ve been receiving by hopeful girls wishing he’d had asked her.
  • He’s a very attentive date and you get to see his true self, which is really nice. He’s not as suave as he makes himself out to be, but really a dork who is always whining after his Iwa-chan. Something about seeing him in this light is refreshing and you want to get to know him more.
  • You actually tell him that, expecting him just to brush you off as another fangirl, but he blushes a bit and suggests maybe you go to Hogsmeade together on the next trip out there. You agree and he blushes even more.
  • A very nice dancer, indeed. Perfect mixture between rhythm and steps. Leads you well and never steps on your foot.
  • Overall: 10/10 Hogsmeade is too far away


  • When the resident bad-boy asked you to the ball, you said yes. You felt like he would show a good time, and if you got detention, then so what.
  • Doesn’t wear dress robes, tells you to get to fancy. He wears ripped jeans and a muscle shirt and you wear a short “club” dress. You’re only able to get in the ball because he bribed Nishinoya with chocolate to distract the professors.
  • Crowd surfs once when a punk song is playing. One of the professors notice and almost catches him before he slips further into the crowd with you, other students hiding you and pointing the prof in the wrong direction.
  • Shows you what it’s like to kiss someone with a tongue ring. It’s interesting, and you tell him you’re going to need to collect more data points to form an accurate conclusion. He happily obliges.
  • When you finally get caught and kicked out of the ball, and given a week’s worth of detention, you two scurry to the kitchen to get a late-night snack, then make your way to the observatory to talk about the meaning of life.
  • Overall: 10/10 You’d break all the school rules again. 
Your Shawn Mendes song (Harry Potter Preferences)
  • This gave me an excuse to listen to Shawn Mendes, so I'm pretty happy.I haven't edited this yet, so forgive me for any mistakes.
  • Draco:
  • Treat You Better;You were already in a relationship when Draco had entered your life. He was instantly smitten with you,but you resisted. Your boyfriend was abusive and got jealous very easily. You didn't want to even think about what would happen if he found about Draco. Not that there was anything to find out. Draco was relentless in trying to convince you to be with him. "I know that I could treat you better than he can" he said. You knew that you definitely had feelings for the Slytherin, but you just didn't want him to get hurt.
  • Harry:
  • Stitches;Your's and Harry's relationship was toxic. He was too caught up in being a hero and you were clinging on to something that you new was hopeless. It took months before you two finally broke things off. It was disastrous and horrible, every pent up feeling that been kept secret, was suddenly let out. You were foolish to think that it could've been better.He was foolish to think that you actually loved each other. The heartbreak was a pain that you would both carry your entire lives.
  • Hermione:
  • Imagination;You had admired Hermione from afar, watching as her ginormous hair was lifted by the breeze that flown though that day. The way her eyes brightened with such light, that it could never be extinguished whenever she read a book. Her intelligence ensnared you, reeling you in as your mind was filled with nothing but thoughts of her. You had wanted to tell her you dreamt of the two of you being together, that you loved her, but what if she rejected. Maybe,maybe this was all better left in your imagination.
  • Ron:
  • I Know What You Did Last Summer;You don't know how it started. One minute, you were madly in love.The next, you were letting someone else's hands run along your body.You slept with them, repeatedly, always thinking of Ron but never doing anything about it. Ron has suspicions, you know that, but you could never tell him. It was killing you, eating away at your soul bit by bit,patiently waiting for you to break. You and Ron struggled to keep the relationship together, in spite of all that happened, you two had been through everything together. You just didn't know how much longer you could last.
  • Luna:
  • Life of the Party;You and Luna had always strived to be happy no matter what the world threw at you. You both knew that life was short, especially for people like you. There wasn't time for apologies, nor was there time for not making mistakes. You only had one life, and you weren't going to waste it. When you're with Luna, it's like the entire world fades from existence, leaving only you two. It had never mattered what was happening or who you were with, as long as you had Luna, everything was going to be okay.
  • Neville:
  • Never Be Alone;You were a muggle, which meant that Neville was away often. He would visit you as often as he could, if he had only a minute, he would choose to spend it with you. The night before he left was always the hardest, you clung to each other, holding on so tight, you might snap in half. You never got much sleep, you spent as much time with Neville as you could.The moment that he left he would tell you the same thing.He would tell you that no matter what happened, if you ever felt alone, all you had to do was look up at the night sky and find a star. Every time, you looked at that star, you'd be reminded that Neville saw the very same stars.
  • Fred:
  • Something Big;Your lives were a series of twists and turns. Events that were so unpredictable, you could never fully plan them. Fred had this feeling in his gut that something was going to happen,something big.That feeling was confirmed as soon as he met you. You were very shy and conservative,having a plan for your life since you were young. When you met Fred, it's like you burst out of your shell.He showed you how much fun it could be if you lived life with uncertainty.He showed you how it was okay to let go once and awhile. He never stopped having that attitude,and it inspired you.He changed your life,and so many others, who were all grateful for what he (and George) had taught them.
  • George:
  • Aftertaste;You were happy once.You were in a wonderful relationship with the boy you loved.Which is why he'll never understand why you left him that particular Friday morning. You had just spent your first night together,not regretting a single moment,or so he thought. He woke up around nine am,his arm searching the spot where you were supposed to be.When he had found nothing,he had shot up from the bed, frantically looking around the room but finding nothing. He collapsed on the floor once he realized what had happened, you had left.He thought that you loved him, but apparently he was wrong. He hoped that you felt guilty about your actions, that he was all you would think about for the rest of your life. You deserved to know his pain,you deserved to be left,with the aftertaste.
  • James:
  • Mercy;You were stuck, floating in an abyss that you weren't sure could ever be filled.James had entranced you from the moment you met, making your knees violently tremble whenever you were around him.You loved him, and he loved you, but he kept things from you.He didn't tell you the reason he was gone for the entire night once a month.He didn't explain the deer and other various animal hair you had found. As soon as it looked like he might open up to you, he completely shut you out.You knew that he didn't mean to hurt you, but he kept tearing you apart. You silently begged him to release you from his hold.He was the love of your life,but he needed to either open up,or let you go.
  • Sirius:
  • Show You;Everyone thought that You and Sirius would never last.A day at most,some said.A week,said others.You two were determined to show them that they were wrong.You were determined to show them that you would last, because you loved each other, and that should be all that matters.If you had to walk a hundred miles only on your hands to prove it, you would. Deep down, you felt that it shouldn't have to be proven, they should trust in your relationship. You and Sirius soon abandoned the foolish crusade,and spent the rest of your lives focusing on making only each other happy.
  • Remus:
  • A Little Too Much;Sometimes,life can be a bitch. Sometimes, you get knocked down and you don't want to get back up again. Whenever, things like that happen to either You or Remus, you have to tell yourselves that it'll get better,somehow it always does.Your always there to help the other out and to be there for them. You've helped Remus with his self hate towards being a werewolf,and he's helped you with your breakdowns over school.Without each other,you confident that you'll either die,or have a severely broken heart.
  • Lily:
  • Kid in Love;You and Lily had met during your first year.From the moment your eyes locked, you knew,even though you were kids,it was love.You asked her out during fourth year, and her saying yes had you even more convinced.You two ended up dating for the duration of your Hogwarts years and long after that.You were growing up,and you hated it.The older you got, the less time you got with Lily.Even after all these years,she still made you feel like a kid in love.So as long as the two of you were kids in love, you never really grew up.
  • Regulus:
  • I don't even know Your Name;He was lost,searching the crowd for an exit somewhere.He had no reason to stay,so he wasn't going to.Then,there you were.Your vibrant red dress was form fitting on your body,showing off every curve and edge.The strobe lights bounced off your irises, making them appear brighter and full of color. Regulus started to make his way to you, only for you to disappear in the crowd.He had searched all night for you,but with no luck.It still kills him to this very day,because he tends to dwell on what might've been, if he had found you.How could he,he didn't even know your name.
  • Severus:
  • The Weight;He was cheating on you with Lily,simple as that.He's tried to tell you that he's happier with her,yet he still wants you to stay.He's told you that he's needed time, yet he pushes you away.He's even tried to take you back dozens of times.It's like a game that goes back and forth messing with your mind,and you hate it.You can't take the pain that it's causing you, so you decided to leave Hogwarts, forever.He wasn't worth sticking around for in a place you never wanted to be in.
  • NEXT GENERATION (maybe for now)
  • James Sirius:
  • Running Low;Your relationship was doomed from the start.He had thought that he was brave enough to handle it,but he wasn't.His energy was slowly draining away,he couldn't do the things someone else could do for you.You only wanted him,but it was like he didn't care about you at all.He thought that it wasn't worth it if you could easily find love with someone else.He never meant to hurt you, but he did.He realized too late that you were the only one for him.You could never go back to him.
  • Albus:
  • Bring it Back;You broke his heart,told him that you never loved him and left, taking the pieces of his shattered heart with you.You two tried to get back together despite everything, but it would've been much worse.One day, at a party, he saw you.You were sulking in the corner staring at him intensely.You walked towards him, but he only went to find Scorpius,leaving you to look at him in bewilderment.You thought you had another shot with him, and that he would immediately take you back.He knew that it would be dangerous if it was brought back.
  • Scorpius:
  • One of Those Nights;You were young and you were in love.That was all either of you ever really needed.You ventured out in the middle of the night to swim in the black lake or to just wander the halls.Time is slipping away from us, so what can we do but live during that time as fully as we can.You didn't know what the future held for you and Scorpius, you only had hope that it would be something good.You two would take random road trips and go wherever the wind happened to blow that day. You would dance under the light of the stars,letting them watch as you glided along the ground, creating your mark on the earth.
  • Rose:
  • Air;It wasn't supposed to end like this. You were supposed to live life together, not strain to even ask how the day went.You loved each other, there was no doubt about that, but you were trying too hard.A relationship takes a lot work, but not that much.It isn't even worth a second if neither one of you is willing to put in any effort. You're stringing each other along,and it has to stop. You were supposed to just take things slow, but things sped up way too quickly. It was getting too much for both of you.You just didn't want to Admit it to Rose.She was putting more effort into it than you were,she just had more hope.
march 30th

Jaebum | 1449 words | angst
Jaebum is stuck in a time loop on the day of their two year anniversary.

loosely inspired by jyj’s “in heaven

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glitter-lisp  asked:

I don't know why but I'm just picturing how Shiro seducing the alien would have gone differently if Matt had been there. I mean, it probably would have gone about the same, except that Matt just. Needs a minute. He's gotta sit down. Lie down. Bury himself. Maybe cry a little. Maybe borrow some of Keith's music as he rethinks everything he thought he knew about himself and his ability to function as a human being when he can see Shiro's chest and abs and arms and FUCK.

Lance whooped, loudly enough that Matt nearly jumped out of his chair.

Covering the ear closest to him, Keith scowled.  “Ow.  You want to get any louder?”

“Is that a dare, Mullet?”

Hunk shoved an arm between them, rolling his eyes.  “Nope. We are not getting in a fight here.  That’s, like, a level of skeevy I don’t want to touch.  Play nice or go to separate corners, I don’t care which.”

Which was fair.  It was bad the best place to watch their target was a strip club.  That was strange, even if Matt didn’t find any of the dances on stage very biologically stimulating.  Nothing about that slug thing was terribly inspiring, no many scales fell off their back.

Space was weird.  But Matt already knew that.

Resting her chin on her palm, Katie eyed Lance.  “What’s got you so excited, anyway?”

Lance beamed again, forgetting the brewing fight, and gestured over.  “Shiro’s heading over.  Taking bets this time.  Think it’ll work again?”

Following Lance’s gesture, Matt spotted Shiro and froze.

First of all, skin.  Matt was not used to seeing Shiro’s skin.  At all.  But apparently for whatever it was he was planning, he’d taken off his undershirt and left his vest hanging open.

Second of all, Shiro had followed their target onto the dance floor, and was fitting in accordingly.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a jimin high school au where he's like totally got a crush on you but you don't really talk too much and all of your friends are like yo what are ya doing he's totally into you and your like what? Really and they're like yeah duh everyone knows. Just like pure fluff and stuff. Thanks I love your writing💛


This was looooooong xD 



Genre: Pure fluff

Word count: 2 600

Summary: You being oblivious and Jimin being romantic

“Y/N, when are you going to use your brain and see what is right in front of you?” I gave Eunha a confused look, indicating that I had no idea what she was on about. She just sighed and closed her locker, which was placed beside my own, and shook her head at me. “You’re so clueless.”

“What?” I laughed. She always liked being mysterious so she just gave me a knowing look before walking off to our next class, me following behind her. The bell rang just as we entered the classroom. It didn’t even take two seconds before I felt someone’s eyes on me but as I looked around after the owner of said eyes I couldn’t see anyone showing me any interest. Shrugging it off Eunha and I sat down on either side of our other friend Jisoo. He wasn’t slow in catching up with various events that may have happened during our last weekend. Water guns and flour was involved, just saying. The teacher entered in the middle of our conversation, forcing it to a stop with her presence. She introduced our upcoming assignment and instantly got us working. Taking out my pen, notebook and textbook, I got ready to start my hour of studying. Eunha and Jisoo, however, were not going to let that happen. They started poking me and all my efforts of ignoring them were thrown out the window.

“Y/N, someone has been watching you ever since you entered the classroom.” Jisoo told me as he gestured as much as he could with his eyes, however he was gesturing to hard so his head followed the direction he was gesturing in so he was not discreet at all. Confused, I turned around only to meet the eyes of one of the most popular guys in this school; Park Jimin. I waved at him and then I turned back towards my friends. They gaped at me.


“Go talk to him you dork.” Eunha tried to push me in his direction, with no success.

“Why would I?”

“Uhm, because he like definitely has a thing for you.” I just laughed at that. Yeah sure, not a chance. Jimin and I may have talked on some occasions but that was because the situation demanded our interaction. He has never shown affection towards me and I have never shown any to him. We were classmates, that’s all.

“He does not like me like that, we’re barely aware of each other’s existence.” my two friends just rolled their eyes at that comment and persisted with their own opinion. Working on was not easy that lesson with two persistens matchmakers on either side of me, they knew how to get on my nerves and they were so convinced that Jimin had a thing for me. I just did my best in trying to concentrate.

After the lesson we all made our way towards our lockers with our supplies, Eunha and Jisoo were finally talking about something else other than the supposed crush Jimin would have on me. The center of their current discussion was the upcoming prom our school held every year. This particular subject wasn’t something that peaked my interest either, I’ve never been one for social events. Eunha and Jisoo had decided to go together as friends and they wanted me to go with them too. I, on the other hand, was not planning on acting like the third wheel. They have been bugging me about Jimin but they failed to realise their own infatuation for each other. Making our way to the cafeteria next, I caught myself speeding up the more intense the smell became. It’s not often our school offers tasty food but on rare occasions we actually got to eat until we were full. My friends were not late with smelling the delicious scent of pizza. Soon enough all three of us were running towards the scents origin, resulting in me, who was leading the sprint, crashed into a firm chest when I rounded the last corner. A pair of hands grabbed me by the waist, preventing me from landing on my but, and pulled me up into a standing position again. I looked up and was met by a pair of deep brown eyes and based  on the snickering coming from behind me I guess you know who it is.

Jimin gave a small smile and let go of my waist.

“Sorry, are you okay?” I nodded, putting my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, thank you for catching me, I should’ve watched where I was going.”

“Nah, anyone could run into each other rounding these kind of corners.” He shot another smile in my direction while walking around me. “See you around though.”

“Yeah.” I replied and we gave each other a wave. I then turned around to face my friends who were standing there with big smirks covering their features. “Not a word.” I said with a finger pointed at them as I started walking towards the cafeteria once again, in the opposite direction as Jimin. The other two laughed at me but let the matter go once the thought of food penetrated their thoughts once more.

When we finally had fetched our pizza we sat down at a round table near the windows. I started picking away the mushrooms coating the pizza when someone else sat down beside me and started doing the same. I didn’t even have to look up to know that it was my older brother Yoongi. Neither of us liked mushrooms.

“Yoongi-ssi.” Eunha called out to him causing him to turn his attention towards her. “Do you have a prom date yet?” The lazy smile that appeared on his face was enough to answer the question and Eunha became ecstatic, she loved these kind of things. “Who!?” With a smirk on his face, Yoongi answered the question.

“My bed.” The smile fell of Eunha’s face and Jisoo and I burst out laughing. Yoongi took every opportunity he got to get some extra sleep. Once my pizza was free of mushrooms I dug in and relished in the amazing taste. After a couple of minutes if silence Yoongi spoke up again.

“Why don’t you do anything about him?” He looked at me with curious eyes.

“About who?”

“Jimin.” I choked on my food and glared at him.

“Why do I need to do anything about him?” I asked, a bit annoyed at the repetition of this subject, after I recovered.

“Uhm, because he’s staring.” Yoongi said that very casually. “A lot.” I rolled my eyes.

“He’s not.”

“Oh, come on. He has such a big crush on you it’s ridiculous and kind of annoying.”

“He doesn’t.”

“He does, I’m his best friend and he so does. Do you know how much he talks about you? It’s really pestering.” I had no comeback for that, but the blush on my cheeks informed my brother that I had lost. It’s just so unbelievable. He’s one of the popular ones and I was just me. Someone like him would not have a crush on the school’s weird art student.

“Whatever.” I muttered, a little pissed about being wrong, and walked away with my now empty plate. I felt Jimin’s eyes on me the whole time as I walked out of the cafeteria.

During our next and also last class Eunha and Jisoo knew better than to talk about Jimin with me. Instead they were busy talking about the prom once again, or more precisely, the food being served at the prom. I didn’t listen to their conversation since all my focus was on the math problems we had to solve before end of class. Once the bell signaled the end of the day I along with a few others were the only one finished.

“Jisoo and I are going shopping for the prom so we can match so I’ll see you tomorrow.” Eunha and Jisoo bid their goodbyes to me and I started walking towards my locker to leave my books for the last time today. The pink note stuck to the inside of my locker was something I did not expect when I opened it. Slowly I placed my math book in it’s place and took down the note. A small message was written on it; We rarely talk but follow the instructions and we may start. Then under that sentence was two words; English class.

Confused I closed my locker and made my way to the second floor where the english rooms were located. Inside the third room stood someone I knew very well.

“Namjoon.” He had been gazing out the window but turned around at the sound of my voice. “What are you doing?” I asked, holding up the note.

“I’m not doing anything.” He said and handed me a second piece of paper, this time a blue one.

Surprised Namjoon hyung didn’t accidentally ruin the note xD cafeteria

I gave Namjoon a confused look, which he replied to with a shrug and a smirk, and left the classroom. Walking down to the first floor again and crossing the front lawn I was soon at the cafeteria for the second time. There was only one person in there and he was sitting by the vending machine, snacking on a piece of chocolate. He saw me pretty quickly and gave me a sweet smile as he stood up and made his way over to me.

“Hi Y/N. I never knew this guy was so romantic.” He handed me a red note.

“Is it romantic making me run all around campus?” I smirked at him and he laughed.

“Depends on if you think the ending is worth it.” We exchanged smiles and I started entering the cafeteria while reading the note.

He was eating huh :D The gym

A small groan left my lips. The gym is on the other side of the campus. It took me five minutes to get to the right building and opening the door I was greeted by a very nervous Jungkook. I know how he is with girls so I gave him a reassuring smile, accepting the note he was giving me.

“Hi Kookie.” A smile made its way onto his face and he looked down on the ground, muttering out a hello.

Did you get him to talk? In that case: wow. Library

Back to the main building it is. This is really fitness demanding and because of that, definitely not my thing. As I entered the library I couldn’t help but smile, it was dark with some candles erupting a luminous light. A boy was sitting in one of the couches, reading a book. I approached him and realised it was Jimin’s best friend Kim Taehyung, also in my class and I had talked to him a bit more than I had to Jimin.

“What are you reading?” I asked once I was close enough. He raised his head and made eye contact with me, sending a boxy smile in my direction.

“Twilight.” A small giggle erupted from my lips and he laughed along with me. Then he handed me another note.

“What is with these notes?”

“He likes to complicate things.” I acknowledged the answer and tried reading the yellow note in the dim light.

Sorry, he’s weird I know xD Dance room

Only two floors higher, aka the fifth floor. I said goodbye to Taehyung who continued reading the book, and made my way to the creative floor. I didn’t even enter the right corridor when I heard the music playing from the dance room. It was strongly lit and Jung Hoseok was dancing his heart out inside. I opened the door and he jumped me with hugs, he’s a very huggable person and definitely not shy.

“Y/N-ah!” I laughed at his energy.

“Hi Hobi. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, just dancing to have something to do but now that you’re here I can go home.” He handed me a green note and picked up his bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I waved at him and he was out the door within the next second. I laughed at him once again, I always get so happy when I’m around him. Then I looked down on the note.

Took him in the end in case you were grumpy ^^ Music room

A sigh of relief left my lips. The music room is right next door and I was there in no time. Inside sat Yoongi, asleep. With a snicker I walked up to him and drove a finger into his side, making him jerk awake and some swear words left his lips.

“I will kill him for keeping me this long in school.” I laughed at him. Always so grumpy when he’s tired.

“You okay there bro?” He glared at me.

“You better do this according to his plan so I’m not here for nothing.” He then handed me an orange note and walked away, saying he was going home to sleep. I just shook my head at him and read the note.

I know, he was sleeping, but you’re almost there, yay :D Art room

Once I read the last two words I smiled, my favourite room in the school. I speed walked through the corridor since it was just around the corner and in there I only was a fresh new painting.

“It’s not as good as your work but I’m impressed with my skills.” I turned around at the voice and stood face to face with Jimin. We smiled at each other. “Sorry for making you walk through the whole school but it was creative though, wasn’t it.”

“Okay, I have to give you that.” I chuckled. “But I don’t understand why you did it.”

“Ah, Yoongi was right when he said you were oblivious.” I raised an eyebrow at his comment. “I did it because I’m not a normal guy who takes the easy way out when confessing to my crush.” My eyes grew to the size of baseballs and my breath hitched in my throat.

“Excuse me?” I know that everyone was telling me it was like this but I didn’t dare believe it before. Jimin is cute, but come on he’s popular, I’m not.

Jimin just nodded at me.

“Yeah, I like you.” He took hold of my hands and rubbed them with his thumbs. “I like how you don’t care what other people think about you, I like how you can talk so effortlessly with everybody, whether you met them before or not, I like it when you want to show off your art but you don’t want to be pushy, I like it when you take the freshman under your wings, I like how you’re so funny and caring, I like you.” I didn’t know what to say. He noticed that. “You don’t have to say much, just yes or no.” then he handed me a white note and I hesitantly took it.

Go to prom with me?

A big smile made it’s way onto my face and I laughed in joy. Then I looked at him and noticed that he looked at me with adoration in his eyes. Then I nodded.

“Of course I’ll go to prom with you.” He smiled so big I thought his face was going to crack and then he wrapped his arms around me and spun me around in circles. He put me down and I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I then took some of the control and pressed my lips to his.


Jikook, 1.8k, romance/UST aristocrats AU sequel(?) to Double Bind

Jeon realizes he wasn’t seeking to break perfection, but rather to have it for himself. 

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day babefraaan @jikook-love ! Here’s to the AU we will never write (or at least you aren’t writing it; look at me doing all the work). I’m just pretending you didn’t ruin my plans for posting something today. Also it’s the backseat AU you’ve been requesting so much OTL

Jungkook tries not to fidget as he sits in the back of the limo with his nemesis, his archenemy, the leader of the Park Family, Park Jimin. His suit is just as uncomfortable as the silence between them, and as much as he tries not to shift around, he tries not to steal any glances at the man either. Jimin and his perfectly styled hair and his perfectly shined shoes and his perfect bowtie. As usual, there isn’t the slightest trace of the imperfection, and that’s fine; Jungkook doesn’t want to think about what happened the last time they met.

The silence between them stretches with only the sound of the limo’s engine humming in the background. His driver may have obeyed his instructions without hesitation, but some part of him couldn’t help thinking that this entire situation was odd. He didn’t think he’d see Jimin ever again until the wedding or some other family event, but here the head of the Park Family was, sitting right next to him, just as he’d requested from Jungkook a few days ago.

“Let’s call it off.”

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anonymous asked:

Hey fee!! Um, I know you've answered asks about this before, but what are some signs or things that could be linked to autism? Or like how can you tell if you may or may not be autistic? (And like if you don't wanna answer this it's okay I can look through your old asks) 💙💙💙

it’s no problem really…the biggest ones that come to mind are

  • social Complications….not necessarily social anxiety (although that pretty often coincides) but just like..trouble keeping track of the conversation, difficulty discerning sarcasm or very dry senses of humor, interpreting things literally, excessively draining experiences socializing, total lack of interest in smalltalk, poor understanding or total loss at discerning social “cues” like eye contact and when it might be impolite to say something or forgetting basic greetings/pleasantries, aversion to touch (there’s a LOT more but those seem to be the common ones)
  • less common or less socially acceptable body posture and motor skills, like walking on the balls of your feet or holding arms in a position that people might perceive as strange even (bent at the elbows but facing upright, for instance, or keeping your wrists always turned in towards your chest), stimming (most commonly or at least most stereotypically in the form of hand flapping, rocking, and spinning)
  • sensory issues, could be including any of the senses (there are a lot more than 5 btw), issues with bright lights and loud noises are very common, as are aversions to certain textures (food, clothing, you name it) and smells, sensory overload
  • some kind of averse reaction to extreme social situations or overload, like a meltdown or shutdown (meltdowns are outward reactions and shutdowns are inward, they’re worth googling to see if you’ve ever had one)
  • autism requires that like a significant and consistent part of your life be affected by these symptoms, and you obviously don’t need to have all of them and they present in different ways in different autistics but you should have…more than just some of them, and they should span the categories of social, motor, and sensory symptoms to a certain degree (not to make you go on checking boxes or anything bc i really don’t believe in “this is how autistic you must be to be autistic” but like you there’s plenty of symptom overlap so like if your symptoms are exclusively social and you have absolutely no issues whatsoever with motor and sensory stuff, there’s probably a better diagnosis out there for you. that’s all i really mean).

less talked about symptoms (that we should talk about more):

  • using “scripts” to plan out a conversation or stick to the “rules” for a social situation (resulting in panic when someone else goes off script, leaving you high and dry and fucking confused)
  • difficulty maintaining hygiene (could be due to sensory issues like “i can’t STAND the feeling of toothpaste on my teeth” or could be due to executive dysfunction ((pls see the spoon theory)) or some combination of both)
  • a need to have everything organized “just so” and confusion or extreme distress when the organization is somehow violated
  • difficulty identifying your own feelings, like knowing you feel “bad” but not knowing if you’re angry, sad, hurt, jealous, etc
  • very high empathy, creating attachments to treasured possessions or animals and having a strong emotional bond with them
  • special interests (difference between an interest and a Special Interest: special interests are usually researched to the point of you being An Expert in your topic and are pretty much the activity that brings you the most joy in life) and infodumping about your special interest (bc it feels really great to just Drop Your Knowledge about it)
  • often having another mental illness or disorder, anxiety and ocd are both super common
  • feeling stiff and sort of robotic
  • echolalia (repeating words/phrases over and over again, usually a form of verbal stimming bc it’s fun)
  • synesthesia (usually linked to sensory issues but not necessarily)
  • feeling like you’re playing a role when you’re socializing, so you appear “normal” to no-autistic people
  • digestive irritation and gastrointestinal disorders
  • “inappropriate” or uncommon reactions, like laughing when you feel sad or having a “resting bitch face” even when you feel quite happy, people ask you questions like “why do you look so angry” and you have no idea what they’re talking about because you’re not angry and you don’t know how to “not look angry”
  • dissociation and dissociative episodes, sometimes linked to memory problems (like tuning out in times of extreme social stress and having sort of like blackouts when you’re shutting down)
  • needing very specific step by step instructions, have a lot of difficulty following very broad instructions (like being totally clueless when someone says “clean the house” and needing the clarification of “wash the dishes, do the laundry, vacuum the floors”)
Coffee dates...

Based on this lovely work of art. @cargsdoodles, I hope you don’t mind. I just fell in love with it and couldn’t help myself ;)

So here goes… ____________________________________________________________

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He narrowed his eyes at the coffee cup in front of him and rubbed his sweaty palms on his knees. Why were they even sweaty? This was ridiculous. True, he hadn’t seen Potter in years, but there was no reason to be nervous about it. He didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. Especially not that prat.

So Draco technically still owed him a life debt. So what? He had saved Potter as well, hadn’t he? In the Manor, when… ‘No, don’t think about that now!’ he chastised himself.

“So,” Potter mumbled, obviously uncomfortable himself, “what have you been up to these last few years?”

Draco was reluctant to answer. He glanced over to the next table, where Ginny and Blaise were chatting away, apparently perfectly at ease. Who would’ve thought?!
Draco was still angry at Blaise for making him come here, but Blaise had threatened to set his whole wardrobe on fire if he refused.
“You can’t keep this stupid school-rivalry up forever, mate,” Blaise had said. “Grow up already!”
Draco hated it when people told him things like that. Like he was still a child. So he agreed to the stupid coffee date. He would meet Potter, alright, but that didn’t mean he had to be  nice to him.

So Draco heaved a big sigh before answering, to make his exasperation perfectly clear. He didn’t want to be here and he wanted Potter to know it.
“I’m working as a potions master. I opened my own store,” he said, trying to sound as bored as possible. Potter nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

“So, business is going good?” he asked. Draco gritted his teeth. Seriously? Small talk? Seriously??

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two years | john shelby

Can I please request a John imagine the reader is John’s childhood sweetheart, she’s cocky, confident and fiesty and when he gets married to Esme, she moves away bc Esme is a bitch to her (like no hate against Esme) and she can’t deal with seeing John with somebody else and one day she comes back and there’s arguments and what not. Thank u so much x

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Young! Remus Lupin x Reader Imagine - Mission Wolfheart

Request: A young Remus Lupin imagine, where you are best friends with Lily and the Marauders and you and Remus both have a crush on each other (but don’t think the other feels the same) and Lily and the Marauders set them up?

Okay this may seem a little cliché, and a bit long-winded, but I had a load of fun writing this. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you like it. :) Also the title seems really shitty but James and Sirius made it up, so… it’s a something you should expect, really.

*Also, a bit of a background; your mum died in a Death Eater raid a couple years ago. You never talked about it, but they all knew from the newspaper.

Words: 5,240.

Thursday, Great Hall.

“So,” Sirius declared through a full mouth, “There’s a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. And I thought-”
“Yes,” Lily, James, Peter, Remus and yourself groaned in sync.
Let me finish: I thought we’d go off in pairs, y'know, with the Christmas shopping and everything, like… Prongs’ll go with Ginger-”
Lily glared at him coldly; he ignored her, as per usual.

“Aand, hm,“ he pretended to think, "I guess, Peter, you’ll come with me-”
“Hey, hey,” you interrupted him, in full awareness where this was heading, “What if I want to go with Peter?”
“Well, why on earth would you want that?”
“Uh, I don’t know, maybe cause he’s one of my best friends?,” you bluffed, covering the truth expertly.

“Well, uh,” he seemed stumped for words, “I, um - I don’t wanna be with Remus! He, uh - he farts all the time, and- and, he-”
“Thanks, mate,” the said name mumbled from beside you apathetically.
“Alright, fine, I get it. I’ll go with Remus, you dickhead.”
“Excuse me?,” he scoffed, sounding a little hurt, “What’s so bad about going with me?”
“Nothing, nothing,” you replied airily, taking a muffin from the central basket.
“You really should have more than a muffin for breakfast,” he continued, the other four watching observantly.
“Coming from the guy who eats, like, five calories a day.”
“I’m just saying, Y/n. I mean, considering how many Quidditch practises you have.”

You felt your cheeks heat momentarily under his intense gaze; you may have been close friends, but it still bewildered you slightly as to how much he cared and was involved in your life. Something else caught your eye, however, as you found Sirius to be whispering into Lily’s ear lowly, all the while staring at the two of you.

“Damn right considering how many Quidditch practises you have!,” James snapped at you, “Ravenclaw won the last game because of you, when you let the last Quaffle in!”
“Shut the fuck up, Prongs, ‘cos I assure you, that loss was not because of Y/n. Maybe if you took your eyes off of Lily for one second, we would’ve won,” Remus’ voice sounded incredibly strained, as if he were enraged at the second-hand insult.
“Woah, hey, no need to go all Moony on me,” he retorted, the Marauders proceeding to wolf down the remainders of their breakfast.

A/n: Get it? Wolf down? Ah, the worded gold my brain conjures lmao… back to the story.

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˝Happy birthday˝ (Peter x Reader)

Originally posted by optimus-grimes

A/N: Hey guys this is my first birthday themed one-shot, that I have written for

@betty234 because today is her birthday. I hope you’ll all like.

The whole Tower was quite, it felt strange. You walked through the halls in your favorite fluffy socks. Your eyes were wandering around the hallways searching for anything unusual. Before you walked out of your room, you were watching a horror movie. You weren’t a fan of them, but Peter recommended you one, so you watch it, although your brain was fighting about that decision. The silence was broken when you heard footsteps around the corner. You started running in your fluffy socks almost falling a few times. Running to the kitchen you collided with somebody.

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Bad Habit (M) Pt.4

Jimin x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 2+ | PART 3 | PART 4

Description: Jimin was just trying to help his friend get the girl. But then he felt himself wanting a lot more from you than he’d been expecting and you unknowingly wanted it too. It was all just for fun anyway, right? Until Jungkook’s feelings got involved.. and suddenly it wasn’t.

Tags: Rich kids, Rude JiminDom Jimin, rough smut, language. NEW TAGS. Jungkook smut MAYBE? Second lead syndrome too probably. oops.

A/N: When you have to change the tags. That's when you know shits about to go down.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Jimin texted you later that night to keep the clothes, but there was no way in hell that was happening. Not when everything put together cost more your apartment did. It’s not like you were ever going to wear any of it again anyway.

You took the clothes in a bag with you Monday and hand it to him by his locker. “Here.” You motion for him to take it.

“I told you to keep it.”

“It’s yours. I don’t want it.”

So he reluctantly takes it from you. “What am I supposed to with this? It’s woman’s clothes.”

“Sell them, return them, give them to someone else? I don't care.” You sigh and leave him there holding the bag in the crowded hallway.

The teacher calls your attention and everyone’s eyes turn to face you in the back. You were always asleep in this class,  but you’d never actually been caught. Until now.

“Sorry, what?”

“Front office.” She says with a shake of her head.

You stand, close your textbook, and leave the classroom. 

“Here.” The lady behind the desk mouths. She was on the phone, handing you a single, folded index card. 

Inside was what could only be Jimin's messy handwriting.

Under the bleachers by the football field. -J.

Did they call you out of class for this? You turn and crumble up the paper, shoving it deep inside your pocket.

Rich kids..

“Jimin.” You call. 

He stops pacing to look up at you. 


He runs a hand through his hair and turns away from you. “I fucked up.” He mutters. “Jungkook.. he keeps talking about you and every time he does, I feel like shit.

Jungkook. You’d almost forgotten about officially ended things with him, even if you two weren’t dating. You were too busy ending things with Jimin.

“I wanted to talk to you about.. what happened.”

You watch him silently. It’s not like there was anything left to talk about.. or anything you could do to change it. 

“-before I tell him.”

Oh, so he was finally feeling guilty about what happened? It was a little too late for that. Did he not realize that that’s how you’d been feeling for a while now?

“He actually likes you y/n. Like a lot. I figured his crush on you would go away but he keeps fucking talking about you.” He turns back to face you, terrified. “I don’t know what’s going to happen when I do, but I know that I need to tell him what happened between us and I wanted to let you know first that I can’t hide this from him. He’s my best friend and I knew he liked you.. and I had sex with you anyway.”

His eyes were really, truly terrified.. “Jimin, It’s going to rain.” You mutter, not knowing what to say to calm him down. He was so out of it.

“What if.. I tell him and it ruins our friendship? Hoseok knows, and god I wish he’d beat the shit out of me for it, but he wouldn’t. And I don’t know what I’ll do if Jungkook never talks to me again, but I can’t not tell him. He needs to know.”

Jimin was the type of guy to do something instinctively stupid and not think about the consequences. You saw that now. Not only that, but he thankfully did care about his friends. “I’ll tell him. It’s not like I was ever planning on dating him anyway.” You grab his hand and try to calm him down, realizing it was a bad idea. Too intimate. 

He looks down at you.

“I’ll tell him everything was my fault, and if he thinks I’m a slut later.. I’ll just deal with it.” You’d just have to play the bad guy to get him out of this situation. It was equally your fault and it’s not like you had as much to lose. They weren’t your friends. They’d hate you for a week and then get over it.  

“That’s not fair. This was my fault.”

At least he was owning up to it now. “It was both our faults, but this way you’ll get to keep your friendship and I’ll feel better about what happened.” You mutter. Your throat felt tight and your eyes burned, but you couldn’t let him know how much this hurt you. “Really, it’s no big deal.” But it was. It was like being used except you were offering. And thank god it was raining because even if you cried now he wouldn’t notice.

“You think I’d let you do that?“ He rolls his eyes.

You shrug.

“Because I wouldn’t.” 

He lets go of your hand, pulls your chin up and kisses you in the pouring rain.

Your hand goes up instinctively to cup his cheek and he sighs, pulling away with a shake of his head. 

Yeah, stupid idea. You just both needed the comfort.

“Let’s talk in my car and I’ll take you home.”

You both jog to his truck in the parking lot and he immediately turns on the heater.

“Why are you crying?” He starts the engine and looks over at you. You didn’t even think he’d notice.

“I don’t know. This is so messed up.” You wipe your face when he hands you a napkin but you were still soaking wet otherwise. “I mostly just feel really bad for Jungkook. And Hoseok. I can tell he cares a lot about him.”

“Hoseok cares a lot about everyone.”

You look out the window as he pulls out from the school parking lot. “I wish I could apologize.” You mutter. But the best thing for the both of them would be if you stayed out of it. Jungkook would eventually forgive Jimin and forget you even existed. You both went the rest of the car ride in silence.

“I’ll talk to him sometime this week. I’ll text you when I do, okay?”

You nod and get out of his truck, jogging to your apartment door as he drives off.

Jimin didn’t message you till Thursday night and you thankfully didn’t run into either of them the following day. Not until Jimin came by your locker after school. 

He slams it shut, making you jump. 

“Hey!” You glare up at him angrily before your eyes widen in shock. “Oh god.. your eye.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine..” You reach up to touch the bruising around his eye with a grimace, “It’s.. really gross actually. Wait.. Did Jungkook do this to you?

He shrugs with a nod.

“Oh my god.” You pull away, biting down anxiously on your lower lip.

“I didn’t think he’d get this mad.” He sighs, “But he was really mad.”

“You didn’t fight him, did you?”

“Are you kidding me? He’d kick my ass.”

You snicker, quickly bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

“You think this is funny?”

“No.. kind of.” You mutter. He raises a brow and you grin. “Yes.”

He huffs, holding back a laugh. “Whatever. I guess I deserved it.”

“You guess.”

“Okay, yeah, I deserved it.”

There was harsh knocking at your door at nine in the morning. That was early as hell for a Saturday.

“What?” You stumble, forcing it open.

Jimin looks down at you angrily shoving a bag in your arms. 

Oh no.


You look down at the bag, already knowing what was inside.

“Hurry. I’ll explain in the car. You have ten minutes.

He shuts the door for you and you groan, pulling out the yellow sundress. Not again.

whenbaeputsitinthewronghole  asked:

could you do a stackson thing where they don't know they're sharing clothes until one day they do?

oh my god you hold the key to my heart

They haven’t told any of their friends they’ve been seeing each other, because there’s nothing to tell, really. 

It’s not that Jackson’s ashamed of him. In fact, since they’ve started this, Stiles has frequented the Whittemore household constantly, staying for dinner with him and his parents more often than not. Jackson’s done the same at Stiles’ house; he’d even won over the sheriff with his irresistible charm. 

They just don’t want to tell the pack because they know everyone would take sides, and they don’t want to hear the endless stream of “you can do so much better” or “what the hell are you doing with him” because they don’t even know if this is anything to get worked up over yet. 

So they’re doing the secret thing.

Jackson shows up at Stiles’ place one morning before school, waving to the sheriff as he heads out the door for work.

“Hey, Stilinski,” he says, greeting Stiles with a quick kiss. “Think we can squeeze in a round before class? I’ll drive you.”

“Mm,” Stiles hums, smiling into the kiss. “I love that plan, but we can’t show up at school together, dude. Dead giveaway.”

Jackson just waves him off. “We’ll be careful. Do you want me to blow you or not?”

Stiles doesn’t argue again after that.


Jackson feels Lydia’s eyes on him before he sees them.

“Yes?” he asks her after turning around to confirm that she is, in fact, staring at him.

“Something’s not right,” she says, squinting at him.

Jackson swallows. He’s pretty sure she can’t determine his sexual partners just by looking at him, but honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised. It’s Lydia.

“That shirt. Stiles has the same one,” she says finally.

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He's Your Ex Husband and Him And Your Daughter Don't Celebrate Christmas With You


Waking up on Christmas morning is inevitably a joyful feeling. It’s the day for giving and receiving, loving and sharing. Although, this Christmas, Y/n woke up feeling a knew level of loneliness. Harry, her ex husband, is celebrating this years holiday at his girlfriends house. Y/n’s daughter, Tracie, is joining them as well, since Harry had begged to celebrate Christmas with her and his girlfriend at once. Y/n couldn’t say no, considering Harry rarely got to see Tracie with the busyness of his job. She took it as she wasn’t invited. Harry’s new girlfriend, Cara, and her had never gotten along. It was a typical ex wife and new girlfriend move, constant and uncontrollable feelings of jealousy the more minutes spent with one another. 

Sighing, Y/n hops out of bed. She has no plans for the day, so she immediately heads out for a walk. She’s aware of the bitter cold air, and the ice forming around her, but she figures that maybe, just maybe, something could relate to how she’s felt these last couple of months. Hugging the jacket closer, Y/n shivers at the gusts of white winds blowing against her. Her fragile body becoming even more sensitive, and she quickly partakes in the action of taking out a cigarette. Placing it between her lips, lighting it, she is more calm that she has been. 

How did she get so lonely so fast? That’s all she’s been wondering for the past couple of months. She used to be the happiest woman on Earth. Gifted with a beautiful baby girl. Gifted with the perfect husband. Gifted with a roof over her head and love in the air. She doesn’t understand why it ended up with her, walking alone on Christmas morning, burning the pain away. 

A part of her blames Harry. The other parts don’t want to, because she’s undoubtably in love with him, and she wants to forgive him for the mistakes he’s made. But that other part of her, that big part of her, knows that this wouldn’t be her new life if he just would have just loved her. A month after Tracie was born, Harry had told Y/n that he had met another woman. He met her at a business meeting, where she was hired to work under his new company. Ever since the day they met, he had loved her. Harry didn’t cheat, per say, but he had fallen out of love with his wife and fallen in love with a client. It surly was enough to file for divorce, where Y/n later gained custody of Tracie. 

In the thoughts of her daughter, Y/n begins to wonder what she’s doing. What gifts she’s unwrapping, her reactions to them. What Christmas song they’re listening to, if she knows the words. What food they’re making for her, if she’s devoured every bit of it. She decides to call in. It’s around noon, and she knows without a doubt that they are already done, or nearly done, with her gifts. 

Taking a seat on the nearest park bench, Y/n calls Harry. Tracie is opening her last gift when Harry gets the call from Y/n. 

“Tracie! It’s mummy!” Harry calls, smiling before answering the call. 

“Y/n! Merry Christmas!” He cheers. 

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Tracie chants, rushing over to her father as she jumps on top of him. 

“Merry Christmas! How is everything going?” Y/n asks, discreetly taking a drag of her half-finished cigarette. 

“It’s going great! Tracie just opened her last gift. Which I believe was a—”

 "A new American Girl Doll! We got matching pajamas and everything!“ Tracie squeals.

"That’s amazing, baby! Mumma misses you very much. You’re going to have to show me your new twin tomorrow, honey!" 

"No! No! I want to show you today! Daddy, can we visit mummy? I miss her and I want her to play dolls with me!" 

"Baby, Cara wanted us to—" 

"But I want mummy.” Tracie pouts, tugging at the hem of his shirt in desperation. 

 Harry sighs, looking at his daughter with so much care and love. Who could say no to her begs? He doesn’t want to see her sad, especially on her favorite holiday. 

“Yeah, yeah, okay. Y/n, we’ll meet you in a bit. Maybe after some lunch at tea?”

 Y/n smiles slightly, throwing her now used up cigarette on the concrete before stepping on it with the bottom of her boots. 

“That’s fine. I have to clean up the house anyways, if you guys are coming over. How about I make some food, or something?" 

"Whatever works for you. We’ll be there in two or so hours. I suppose we can exchange gifts today then?" 

"That’s fine. I should start getting to work. See you later, Harry, bye!" 

After hanging up, Y/n’s quick to walk back to her house. It wasn’t planned for her to see Tracie or Harry until tomorrow evening. She’s been planning on going through a lonely, sad, long Christmas. But now she’s going to be with the two people she loves with all her heart, and she can’t be more excited. 

The first hour and a half have been consisting of constant cleaning and baking. Once everything was complete, she sat down to watch Tracie’s favorite, The Polar Express, to see if her mood would brighten to it’s fullest. It’s in this moment, where she is sitting alone, on Christmas, and having nobody to turn to her time of sadness when she realizes that she misses Harry. Now more than ever, she wishes she could hold him how she had before. She wishes they could love each other the way they used to, that is, if he ever loved her back. It was times like these when she usually had Tracie to pull her back up, but she doesn’t have her now, when she needs her most. And she can’t help but to cry for her pathetic feelings she has for her ex husband, and how much she still relies on him for the sake of her happiness. 

 Wiping her tears, Y/n hears the front door open without warning. 

"Mummy! Mummy!” Tracie calls, clapping her hands in the air in excitement. 

“Oh my little angel!” Y/n cheers, lifting her tiny body up until her neck reached her face. 

She buried her face in her daughter’s neck, thankful for her to be home when she most needed her. 

 "Missed you so much. So, so much" Y/n whispers, peppering soft kisses along her neck. “

That tickles, mummy, that tickles!” Tracie laughs, her squeals of sensitivity bouncing off the walls. She places her down on the floor, and Tracie immediately takes off to watch The Polar Express. Y/n laughs to herself, shaking her head before turning to look at Harry. He looks concerned, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s quick to hug her, and she could tell he was trying his best to make her feel better, for whatever the reason she was upset. 

“Merry Christmas, Y/n” he smiles. 

“Merry Christmas." 

It turns silent, and the only thing that they could make out was the movie blaring from the speakers. Y/n wipes her eyes again, remnants of tears still leaving evidence upon her skin. 

"Well, shall we join Tracie?" 

"Y/n, what’s wrong?" 

"I don't—" 

"I know you more than anybody. I’ve studied every part of you, I know you too much to know something is wrong." 

"Nothing’s wrong! Can we please just watch the movie?” Y/n begs, scared that she’ll end up showing her true emotions. 

“Y/n, why don’t you talk to me anymore? You used to always talk to me.” Harry frowns at his words, because he finally realizes that it hurts him that she doesn’t talk to him like she used to. To this day, even despite the fact he is in love with another woman, Y/n will always be the biggest part of him. She was his everything, his everything and all. But not in the way she used to be. 

“I don’t have to talk to you anymore.” She cries, “besides, it doesn’t matter. Nothing’s changed. I’m always negative, I’ve always been negative. That’s why you fell out of love with me, right? Lets just watch the movie, okay?" 

Harry frowns, but quickly obliges to her suggestion. 

They take a seat on the couch, sitting close together, because that’s how Tracie likes it. Half way through the movie, Tracie has drifted ff to sleep. She had woken up too early to stay up all day, but she wouldn’t be missing much to begin with. 

 "Y/n?” Harry whispers. 

“Mhm?” He fidgets, nervous at what he was about to do.

 Harry figures that what he’s about to do needs to be done, to bring some closure for himself. Maybe even to help her. He has never seen Y/n this upset in his life. She just looks so lost, almost disconnected from her surroundings. Tracie has told him that she cries at night, but he never knew why. But he can  see it now. The way she shies away from him, closes all her barriers around him, he can see it  now. He knows it’s him, it’s him that makes her cry, that makes her burn her insides with toxic, and that makes her lose trust in him.

“Can—can I hold you?”

Y/n’s eyes go wide. What? Why would he ask her that? Why would he do that to her? She’s dying to say no, because he doesn’t love her anymore, but she’s still in love with him, and this will bring her even more pain. 

But she needs this. She needs the comfort and the love and the support she’s had lack of. What else was she supposed to do?

Without replying, she moves into his body. His strong arms hold her tightly against him, as in a way to keep her close. This is all he wants, for her to realize that it doesn’t have to be so bad. She doesn’t have to be so sad.

“I care for you, more than anything. I may be in love with Cara, and madly in love with her, but Y/n, you’re you. My first kiss, my first time, my first love. I gave you everything. You gave me everything. I opened up to you in ways I haven’t even opened up to myself. You showed me the God damn world, Y/n. I still love you. I love you so, so much. I always will. You’re always apart of something in me. I just want you to remember that." 

Y/n has silent tears running down her face. She’s rubbing his skin with her thumb. She’s upset. Upset because she loves him more than anybody. Upset because she will never be able to let him go. She knows she should, she knows. But she can’t. She will never. 

"I just wish it could be how it was before” she sniffles, her gaze blank, falling on the floor. 

Harry pushes her back towards him a bit more, maybe for her body to shield his broken heart. Maybe just to try and understand why he couldn’t love her like that anymore. He doesn’t know. But it was instinct to hold her; protect her. Because he’s still protective of her. He doesn’t want her to shatter and break to pieces. 

“I wish it could be, too.” he whispers. “I really wish it could be.”

inlookingglass-archived  asked:

hello! this is... kind of a silly question tbh. but. what does it *feel like* to be (hyper)empathetic? like are there physical symptoms when you... catch stuff (?) from other people? do sad feelings from seeing someone else cry feel different from feeling sad in general? does it hurt & if so, how? i don't experience empathy at all bc brainwierd but have a couple autistic characters who range between moderately & hyper empathetic and im *constantly* second guessing their reactions to things...

and this didn’t fit in the last ask but thank you very much for putting the time & effort into this blog !

And thank you for reading!

We’ll be doing an empathy masterpost soon. For now, as a hyperempathetic person, I’ll try to give a brief answer (and fail, because I’m incapable of being brief, apparently).

I am so sensitive to the emotional states of others that it often eclipses my own emotions (and I’m often unable to identify how I actually feel). It can be debilitating, though it can also be very pleasant, depending on the situation. Here are a few examples of real-life implications:

  • When I see someone upset, I can’t comfort them. It’s too overwhelming. To even look at them makes me feel overcome with whatever sad emotions I imagine they’re experiencing. (And this is important: I’m not psychic. I am reacting to my *perception* of how they feel - and due to my sensitivity, I know that I tend to overestimate the severity of other peoples’ feelings, which causes me to feel more strongly than I probably should.)
  • I can’t comprehend teasing, bullying, or any kind of hurting another person intentionally. If I called someone a name I knew would upset them, I would hurt myself even more than I’d hurt them. The idea that someone would feel strong by putting down someone else is completely foreign to me. This also prevents me from understanding why anyone would tease or bully me.
  • I can’t watch a sad scene in a film or hear sad music without crying. I can’t talk about my feelings without crying. I can’t talk about anything emotional without crying. This can be very embarrassing. For example, I might be trying to tell the parents of one of my students that they really worked hard that day and I could see how proud they felt about their success– and whoops, I’m crying again. I actually have anxiety about watching films with other people, because there is always at least one moment at the climax of the film where emotional music plays, and–yep, you guessed it. Crying. 
  • When I see children playing happily, the world can melt away. When they get excited over some mundane thing in the world, I get excited, too. I turn into an excited little kid all over again.
  • I can’t get angry at my students, even if they’re behaving atrociously. If I make them feel bad - well, you get the idea.
  • I wind up a very easy target for abusers and have, unfortunately, been in several emotionally abusive relationships. They don’t have to threaten me. I can’t break up with someone, because I’ll hurt them. I’m not afraid of what they’ll do to me - I’m afraid of how bad I’ll make them feel. All they have to threaten me with to control me is “but I’ll be so sad” and I’m defeated. (It takes the support of many friends to get out of a situation like this.)
  • I tend to reflect people’s personalities back at them. In a way, I become like the person around me I identify with the most. My accent changes quickly when I’m talking to someone, matching theirs (a problem when I’m teaching English to non-native speakers). My mannerisms change. If I watch a film or read a book, I act like the characters for a while afterwards. My speech patterns, movements, energy levels, even my sense of humor changes to that of the character. This has the advantage of making me a good actor, and of helping me “blend in” and “pass” so people don’t realize I’m autistic (which can be advantageous at times), but it can also be very confusing. It’s easy to lose track of who I actually am.
  • I tend to prefer suffering or letting myself be hurt to allowing others to be hurt, because my perception of their pain is actually worse than my own real pain would be.
  • Watching horror movies is inconceivable. However, watching inspirational movies fills me with so much ambition that I go a little nuts for a while after, filled with energy and making big plans to change my whole life (which last until the next time I see someone feeling unhappy).
  • I sometimes actually feel the physical pain I imagine others are experiencing. This isn’t something my body does, but something my brain does. It perceives physical suffering and then I feel it - or, I feel what I imagine they feel, which is probably much worse than what they actually feel. I can’t tolerate even the slightest amount of gore or violence.

That ought to be more than enough for a start. Again, watch for a masterpost in the near future, where we’ll go into more detail about empathy in autistic people (and include a lot of the excellent feedback we got from all you guys in our informal survey the other day).

-Mod Aira

For me, hyperempathy presents itself quite differently to Mod Aira’s.

I have trouble understanding my emotions in general (this is called alexythymia), and as I like to describe it, i’m a kind of “emotional sponge”. Some also talk of emotional contagion. Which means that when i perceive that someone feels something, I will feel it too, except most of the time I can’t differenciate between my own emotions and those i’ve “caught” from others. So all of a sudden I’ll be feeling very bad and won’t know why, and it’s actually because I think someone around me is in a bad mood.

Seeing someone cry makes me cry. Seeing a sad movie - or any movie with some kind of emotional scene - makes me cry. Feeling something a bit intense makes me cry. I spend half my life crying. I don’t care. I can watch movies with people and they can see me cry.

I don’t feel others’ pain as intensely as Aira does, and I am usually able to take myself out of a bad situation even though i strongly prefer not to hurt anyone. I can see the long-term benefits for me to do so in some situations.

I don’t feel people’s physical pain.

Horror movies are awful to watch but i like it somehow.

I wouldn’t say i feel people’s pain more strongly than my own, it’s about the same or more…vague somehow?

So I think we can say there are several degrees of hyperempathy, and it can feel more or less intense depending on the person.

-Mod Cat

DeanCas Coda to 12.07: Rock Never Dies 

Dean waits until Sam and Crowley have wandered off in different directions—Crowley muttering something under his breath about ridiculous cow eyes—before turning his attention to Cas. The angel is hunched over and staring blindly at his shoes, absently chewing his lip.


When Dean gets the brunt of Castiel’s big blue eyes, the smile he’d been planning on trying falls flat. “So,” he murmurs instead, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “We should probably talk about your suicidal attempt to fight Satan, huh?”

Cas raises an unimpressed brow. “It was for the greater good, Dean. That’s the job.”

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The Last Five Years Starter Sentences (Part One)
  • "I'm still hurting."
  • "What about lies? What about things that you swore to be true?"
  • "Go and run and hide away"
  • "Run and find something better"
  • "Run away. Like it's simple. Like it's right."
  • "Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all."
  • "Where can I turn? Covered with scars I did nothing to earn."
  • "I'm breaking my mother's heart."
  • "Just as long as you're not from Hebrew school."
  • "Now I'm getting somewhere, I'm finally breaking through."
  • "I've been waiting for someone like you."
  • "I've had Shabbas dinners on Friday nights with every Shapiro in Washington Heights."
  • "From the minute I first saw you, I could barely catch my breath."
  • "I've been standing for days with a phone in my hand like an idiot, scared to death."
  • "My people have suffered for thousands of years and I don't give a shit."
  • "You are the story I should write."
  • "If you like to drink blood, I think it's cute!"
  • "I'm your Hebrew slave, at your service."
  • "I've been waiting for someone, I've been praying for someone, I think that I could be in love with someone like you."
  • "I guess I can't believe you really came."
  • "See, I'm smiling. That means I'm happy that you're here."
  • "I stole this sweater from the costume shop. It makes me look like Daisy Mae."
  • "I think you're really gonna like this show. I'm pretty sure it doesn't suck."
  • "See, you're laughing, and I'm smiling, by a river in Ohio."
  • "I think we both can see what could be better."
  • "I didn't know you had to go so soon... I thought we had a little time."
  • "Whatever, if you have to then you have to."
  • "We could be together, here together, sharing our night, spending our time, and you are gonna chose someone else to be with."
  • "No, that's exactly what you're doing."
  • "You could be here with me or be there with them."
  • "No, you do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know."
  • "You could stay with your wife on her fucking birthday."
  • "I know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little girlfriends."
  • "You cant spend a single day that's not about you."
  • "I swear to God I'll never understand, how you can stand there straight and tall, and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all."
  • "I've got a singular impression things are moving to fast."
  • "Oh no, step on the brakes, do whatever it takes but stop this train."
  • "No matter what I try I'm flying full speed ahead."
  • "Things might get bumpy, but some people analyze every detail. Some people stall when they can't see the trail. Some people quit out of fear that they'll fail. But I keep rollin' on."
  • "I met my personal Aphrodite."
  • "My heart's been stolen, my ego's swollen."
  • "I'm so happy, I can't get worried."
  • "Handful after handful of Doritos."
  • "I tend to follow in his stride. Instead of side by side I take his cues."
  • "Yes, he's insane, but look what he can do."
  • "I didn't know the rules do not apply."
  • "I'm a part of that, aren't I?"
  • "First, a story. A little Christmas Story."
  • "I should take out my teeth and go to bed; I'm sitting her with talking clocks instead!"
  • "He looked and the clock was turning back."
  • "Sewn into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams."
  • "Maybe your heart's completely swayed but your head can't follow through."
  • "Shouldn't I want the world to see the brilliant girl who inspires me."
  • "Say goodbye to wiping ashtrays at the bar."
  • "Here's a headshot guy and a new Backstage, where you're right for something on every page."
  • "Have I mentioned today how lucky I am to be in love with you?"
  • "I'm sharing a room with a former stripper and her snake, Wayne."
  • "I'm certain I'd prefer to be going slowly batty, forty miles east of Cincinnati"
  • "I saw your book at a Border's in Kentucky, under a sign that said 'New and Recommended.'"
  • "All things considered, I guess you don't have to buy it."
  • "He wants me, but he ain't gonna get me."
  • "Look at him, look at me. Son of a bitch, I guess I'm doing something right."
  • "I'll get on my knees and pray I can state in my next bio 'I'm never gonna go back to Ohio.'"
  • "The torture is just exquisite, while I'm waiting for you to visit. So, hurry up schmuck."
  • "Will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?"
  • "There are so many lives I want to share with you."
  • "I am not always on time, please don't expect that from me. I will be late, but if you can just wait, I will make it eventually."
  • "Anything other than being exactly on time I can do."
  • "I don't know why people run. I don't know why plans fall through."
  • "I don't know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you."
  • "I want to be your wife. I want to bear your child."
  • "I want to die knowing I had a long, full life in your arms."
  • "Til there's no one left who has ever known us apart."
  • "Can we go see the dinosaurs?"