i got this idea in the middle of sleeping and started working on it at 3am

I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx
Request: Yes!
What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know!
Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned)
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff

“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?”
“Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?”
“Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea”
You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with.
“Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in.
“I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest.
You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules.
“Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate”
“Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.”
You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s.
“She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”.
You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long.
“Queen of hearts daughter?”
“With Lonnie”
You rolled your eyes and sighed
“Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless”
“With Jay and Carlos”
“Leah Gothel?”
“Staying with Jane”
“Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?”
“She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”.
You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily.
“I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms”
“ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules”
You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret.
“Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up  "What did you say his name is again?“
“Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm.
‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door.
“This is going to end badly,” you said flatly.
‘You’ve already said that"
“Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”.
He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t.
“Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”.
Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool.
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway.
He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other.
“I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?”
“GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm.
“Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”.
Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you.
“Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away.
“Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves”
“Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone”
“I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly.
“Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying.
“I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.”
You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook”
“Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess”
You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible.
“I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum.
You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion.
“Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet.
“Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands.
“You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!”
Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl.
“I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces”
“Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”.
You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed.
“You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed.
“Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep”
With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished.
“You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent  differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes.
“I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction.
He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about.
“I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you.
“Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him.
“They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour.
Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight.
“Now was that really necessary Princess?”
“I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot.
You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless.
“Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking.
“It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated.
“Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”.
The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway.
‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you.
“Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan.
“Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth.
“You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”        

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields.
“What do you mean?”
“I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air
Ben gave you a stern look.
“Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!”
“That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles.
“See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him”
You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop
“Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other.
“Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly.
“Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell are ye holding?”
“Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.”
The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep.
“I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N.  I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin.
“Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis”
“Y/N! I’m allergic to cats”
“Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied.
Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place.
“Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is”
“I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…”
You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise.
“ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry”
You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…”
“What have you done with him?”
You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance.
“Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating
“That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving.
“I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…”
“I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at.
You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye.
“Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard”
“And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be.
You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up.
“Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent.
As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation.
“I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you.
Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head.
“Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it”
You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you.
“Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding.
“MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?”
“Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!”
“Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled.
“Did you jus…”
“MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence.
Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”
“Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent.
“Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his.
“Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow”  
“Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking.
'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“
At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself
“Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!”
From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success.
“We found him!” You giggled.
“I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with
You pouted.
“I love you” you said, barely above a whisper.
“If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…”
“I wasn’t talking about to the cat”
There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime
“Y/N, your lip’s bleeding”
“How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..”
He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating.
Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little.
“See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you”
“I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him.
“It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry.
He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
“What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously  "You forgot to pick up your prescription”
Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air.
“Daughter of Hercules”
“Son of Hook”
“I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?”
“Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

anonymous asked:

Holy shit I love your analysis' of Jimin and Namjoon!! Would you mind doing one for Jungkook as well? I know a lot of people were confused as to why Namjoon put him in Ravenclaw over Gryffindor/Slytherin.


It’s really weird for me that you guys actually care about and value my opinions  on this whole business so thank you so much for giving my ramblings the time of day omg

for those who are wondering about my thoughts on gryffindor!namjoon and slytherin!jimin here’s the links to those:

Namjoon as a Gryffindor || Jimin as a Slytherin

So like, I really. really. really. love the idea of Ravenclaw Jeon. (But listen… I used to be a hardcore Slytherin!Jeon person okay, so I understand your feels on this. I do.) 

 here goes nothing

Ravenclaw Jungkook confused a lot of people. And I really get it because Ravenclaw was so fucking shafted in the books. 

We had so many Gryffindors and Slytherins to relate to, and we had a fair share of badass Hufflepuffs (TONKS) to base our opinions off of. But there were only a few Ravenclaws that were given the time of day in the books, and only one of those was a major character. We had Luna, Trelawney, Lockehart, and Cho. Cho’s amazing character was wasted by JK – she was written with the personality of a dish rag and didn’t really get the spotlight she deserved. Trelawney was presented as a crazy old lady who sometimes ?? served a purpose. Lockehart was an idiot. All we really had was Luna.

But it wasn’t just the characters. Ravenclaw has a really weird reputation. Before I wrote this, I asked a bunch of my casual and hardcore HP fan friends to tell me the characteristics they associated with each house. And I got pretty much what I expected:

  • Gryffindor: Leaders, brave, courageous, brash, strong
  • Slytherin: Cunning, resourceful, calculating, perfectionists
  • Hufflepuff: Loyal, kind, hard-working, determination, cheerful
  • Ravenclaw: Smart…?? they are… smart people?? They do things…….smartly……

Like for real. Whenever I asked people what traits they associated with Ravenclaw, all anyone was ever able to tell me was that Ravenclaws were supposedly smart. And that’s got a lot to do with the fact that when the sorting hat sings off about all the houses, it lists all these great traits for the other houses, but when it comes to Ravenclaw it says this:

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.

And then the books go on to say that Ravenclaws are,

characterised by their wit, intelligence, and wisdom.

So maybe you’re like me, and I am REALLY guilty of this, but when I first read this in the books I kinda just thought these all meant the same thing. So maybe that’s where we got this idea that all Ravenclaws are good for are being smart.

But it wasn’t until I looked up the actual definition of each word that I realized these were all saying really different things:

Intelligence - the ability to acquire and apply knowledge and skills.
Wit - a natural aptitude for using words and ideas in a quick and inventive way to create humor.
Wisdom - the quality of having experience, knowledge, and good judgment; the quality of being wise.

^^^^this is just webster dictionary definitions here. The bolded words are the ones I want to focus on.

Skill. See – Ravenclaws are supposedly smart. But this doesn’t always have to mean BOOKSMART, and I think that’s where we had a lot of trouble with Jeon. No one is saying he is dumb or anything, but he’s no Namjoon.

Notable examples of this trait include Lockehart, who was pretty shitty at a lot of things, but had the street smarts enough to pass off his big whole scam for years and years, and was especially gifted in certain charms.

Then there’s Luna, who while shown to be really good at solving riddles, was also portrayed as really physically skilled. In Dumbledore’s Army, while being taught how to conjure a Patronus by Harry, Luna was the first to get it right. She was fourteen at the time, and was such a skilled witch that she was able to perform an incredibly difficult charm - that even adults had trouble with - after like…….mere minutes of teaching.

Does this sound like someone you know?? I’ll give you an example: Observe this VERY determined Hufflepuff not give up on his dreams and finally have all his hard work pay off… only for someone to come in and get it right almost instantly.

Or maybe… “Hey guys, this dance move you made up looks pretty cool – mind if I watch you do it like once and a half and then nail it instantly?”

And if you’re ever in doubt about just how skilled Jungkook is… remember that he turned down seven other agencies to join BigHit. That’s how many people were after him and recognized his talent. (This also ties in to my thoughts on the part about good judgement – Jungkook obviously saw a lot of potential in Namjoon and BigHit in general, so much so that he turned down tons of other companies to be there. He saw something a lot of other people did not… and it ended up being the best decision he ever made.)

But I think another really telling aspect of Jungkook’s Ravenclaw personality is that he isn’t always perfect at everything. He’s not always good at something right away – but that won’t stop him working really hard to get good

In Rookie King he was shown to be at the most pretty average at bowling. He wasn’t terrible, but he was about as good as you and I would be after playing a few rounds with a little luck. Well, Golden Maknae Jungkook could not stand to not be the best at something, so he mentions sometime later (13:10) that he’s hired a coach to teach him how to bowl…. and then just a few months later uploads a video of himself getting a strike like it’s no god damn big deal at all. And he looks pretty proud of himself too.

But all the major Ravenclaws were also shown time and time and time again as being a little…. scatterbrained. Luna, Lockehart, and Trelawney especially, and to an extent even Cho. And Jungkook is no exception. He’s… pretty gullible. And DEFINITELY scatterbrained.

But wit, intelligence, and wisdom are not the only three traits associated with Ravenclaw. There are a lot of other traits you may not really know about, because again – Ravenclaws were woefully under-represented in the series. There’s quite a few others listed for this house:

  • Creative
  • Individuality
  • Eccentric
  • Quirky
  • Jealousy/Envy
  • Competitive

So imma just go down the list because I’m really tired and I can’t made good word things rn


it’s no secret that Jungkook is a pretty talented artist. He’s a pretty damn good photographer too. (This will always be one of my favorite photos ever of Jimin – and Jungkook took it.) And he’s a talented lyricist as well. He’s an extremely good dancer and has a beautiful voice too – but you guys know this already.


Take a look at how he expresses his individuality through his song covers.

Eccentric & Quirky

You guys thought the fact that Lockehart, Trelawney, and even heckin Luna were all in the same house was a coincidence? Ravenclaws are NOTORIOUS for being Extra™ . I’m not kidding! This is literally a personality trait of Ravenclaws that we overlook so often from these weirdos. And Jeon fuckin Jungkook invented the word eccentric:

you’d be here forever if i kept going so… you get the point. eccentric is jungkook’s middle name.


Jeonlous exists in this god forsaken fandom, and I ain’t gonna link it and open THAT can of worms, but if you’re feeling so inclined and care to enter the seventh circle of hell, feel free to look it up… but tread carefully.


When I got the first ask about Ravenclaw Kook I had woken up at 3am and sleepily looked at my emails. I saw the ask and immediately had to jot down my ideas to keep for the next day, and all I managed to write in my sleep stupor was this

and then i promptly fell back asleep.

I was referring to this, and if you don’t feel bad for poor Jin in this situation I don’t know what to tell you. Jungkook is intensely competitive, even over small things like board games. He was so intent on winning that game that he literally assaulted someone five years his senior to sabotage them.

And then this is him trying to win a dance-off… doing the most, as usual.

And also?? He was literally banned from the gym because he was getting too buff. And look at him take out that guy in wrestling… and then demolish poor Jimin, the smallest member of BTS in arm wrestling when he could have… you know… let him win or something……

It’s a pretty well known meme within the fandom that Jungkook is competitive and always trying to outdo the others.

But when it comes down to it, Ravenclaws are still known for being smart, right? We can take all these other traits and apply them to Jeon but what about his brain?

He’s actually kinda smart. He is able to cover a song in perfect English even though he doesn’t speak the language all that well (but well enough to constantly correct others’ English and he’s good enough to tell you he’s really not all that interested in participating in English Time anyways)

And I mean…. he can outsmart the other members pretty well…………..

But I think one of the most important things to note about Jungkook being in Ravenclaw is to look at who sorted him, Namjoon: Namjoon himself gave Jungkook the nickname “Golden Maknae”. He is constantly saying that Jungkook can do anything, or watch this Jungkook can do this, or wow look at him go, or he’s so talented this and that. Is it really any surprise that Namjoon would put Jungkook in to a house known for being highly skilled when he believes no less of the kid?

Jungkook has some pretty Slytherin-like qualities – but tons of canon HP characters and the BTS members themselves have traits that are shared by all four houses. It’s just a matter of where he fits best.

I mean TL;DR, Jeon says it best himself:

gif credit: bwiskook

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Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut (in later chapters)

Word Count: 1,800

Content/Warnings: Since this is the prologue it’s pretty tame, but prepare for future: Violence, Gore, Smut, Offensive Language. The next chapter has very graphic gore, so if you’re not into that, back out now. Although Jungkook does kill in this series, this is not a serial killer AU.

A/N: For those of you who have read my other works before, you’ll find that this one is quite a departure from my usual “cute” and more light hearted fics. It’s my first time writing a series so it may be quite short compared to series by other writers. Anyway, I hope you enjoy ~


You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between. 

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.

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anonymous asked:

Can i request uhhhhhh an MC who has those glow in the dark stars on her bedroom celling and shes embarrassed about it ( but also loves them bcos she loves space ) and how the RFA + saeran + v would react to it ?? Big fan btw ^^

hello hello and thank you so much! ^^ also a big fan?? rip my heart

ahh I used to have them too they were great! this was also hella cute!!   (female mc since you used those pronouns in your request!)

no cut cause that didn’t work well last time haha ^^;; also route spoilers


  • are you kidding?? he has them too. that’s not even a “probably”
  • probably saw her bringing a new pack of them to the apartment and got excited
  • when he first brings up the space station mc squealed at the idea and he got super blushy 
  • but she didn’t know he knew she had the stars 
  • when he comes over to the apartment she offers him the bedroom at first, forgetting she put them up 
  • he denies that but she eventually forces him and realizes as soon as they walk through the door 
  • she starts getting all embarrassed and stutters about taking them down
  • but he just laughs and pats her head, telling her that he has them too 
  • the two of them end up talking about how cool space is and fall asleep on the floor lmao 
  • they are now the Space Aesthetic™ couple


  • he went over to help clear her apartment when they move in together
  • mc was looking around the living room while he unknowingly went to her room
  • he saw the stars and automatically thought they were super cute
  • when mc found him he was looking at the ceiling with a huge grin
  • she took it as a “im laughing” grin and got super embarrassed
  • “ahaha sorry about those,I just..like space…I know I should’ve gotten rid of them by now..”
  • Yoosung literally does not care: “they’re adorable!!” 
  • his name on the messenger has a star there’s no need to be embarrassed, mc
  • they end up taking them to their new apartment and keep them up
  • probably buy even more and cover all the walls, too. and in different colors


  • Zen found out before they “officially” moved in together 
  • It was the night Unknown broke into rika’s apartment
  • She had trouble sleeping and at first Zen just thought it was due to what happened
  • but not even a bedtime story kept her asleep for long
  • When he finally asked if there was anything she thought would help, she muttered something about glow in the dark stars 
  • he didn’t hear her at first so she repeated herself but it also came with a fast spoken excuse about loving space and the stars 
  • you bet he thought it was the most adorable thing
  • actually went out and bought some and decorated the ceiling for her 
  • and after a bit of cuddling she was peacefully asleep 
  • she didn’t stay in his house for too long, but he kept them and put them in his room
  • now it helps him sleep because it reminds him of her
  • also reminds him of the first time he took her up to the roof aww


  • the first “girls night” they had at her place, she saw the stars while setting her bag in mc’s room
  • had more questions than an opinion on it, really
  • when she asked mc, she was like “oh no I was supposed to take those down;;” mc you can’t say the sweating emoji come on
  • Jaehee is immediately like “no no, they’re cute. I was just wondering”
  • mc explains to her how much she likes the night sky and space and it ends up being a long explanation with her slowing down and blushing in the middle of it
  • Jaehee is grinning while listening because her “best friend” is so cute 
  • believe it or not but those stars helped get them from friendship to relationship
  • mc’s stars were losing their glow, so Jaehee bought new ones for her birthday 
  • the present also came with a note of a cheesy pickup line(she’s never asking the rest of the rfa for those again)
  • said pickup line was: “these stars light up your room, but you light up my life” …@ myself that’s both cute and making me want to roll my eyes


  • mc was super embarrassed to tell him 
  • …so she didn’t 
  • she just kinda..bought some and put them on the ceiling when he was on one of his trips
  • she needed a bit of help…it’s a high ceiling
  • but he came back late at night, almost 3am, and saw that mc was sleeping with Elizabeth in her arms and the stars on the ceiling 
  • he found them cute so he wasn’t planning on doing anything except letting her know he was back and getting into bed 
  • she woke up all sleepy and excited that her husband was back 
  • wait…her husband’s back  and there’s glow in the dark stars on the ceiling
  • she’s wide awake again before he settles into bed and straight up starts apologizing for being childish 
  • Jumin is so surprised he just stares at first before he realizes and puts a hand on her cheek before kissing her forehead
  • tells her he thinks it’s cute and to not apologize for her interests 


  • V here actually visited her after like a week after the party(mc got with no one >.>)
  • she was surprised but invited him in because no one had seen him since like the third day she joined rfa
  • they talked about some stuff like where’s he been and the success of the party
  • V requested to take a look around the apartment to make sure it’s safe
  • he also probably never seen the whole apartment
  • when he turned off the light to the bedroom before leaving, he noticed something glowing
  • “mc..what’s that?” *cue unseen blush and desperate attempt to explain*
  • he listens and chuckles after her “I just love space” bit, which only makes her talk faster good job, jihyun
  • stops her by putting a hand on her shoulder and smiling
  • “I think putting up stars on the ceiling is a great idea, and it suits you”
  • it’s a secret between them, but V likes to tease her a bit because he has so many cute pictures of them and her grinning up at them


  • you see, Saeran won’t even let her get embarrassed
  • he loves it, immediately. it’s a rare time where he let his excitement get the best of him
  • “this is a great idea? it’s like always having the sky with you!”
  • mc is in awe of him being excited, she forgets being embarrassed
  • he totally rearranges them into some constellations 
  • Saeyoung doesn’t even say a thing, teasing or otherwise 
  • those little glow in the dark stars now mean everything to him
  • he really likes to cuddle with her and just look at the constellations they made 
  • but like, he doesn’t tell her that she still knows though lmao
  • they also end up with more than they started out with, even the floor has some
TLNM Headcanons

This is the first time I’ve actually shared headcanons (and they’re really dumb). These are for the movie just because I’ve been thinking about it a lot, but I have ones for the series if anyone is interested.

  • Other than Nya and Kai, Cole and Jay have known each other the longest. They used to be neighbours before Jay’s parents moved to the outskirts of Ninjago City.
  • Kai and Nya don’t have parents. They both have jobs to be able to afford their apartment, although Kai insists he could just work two jobs so Nya has more time to study and focus on her grades.
  • Nya and Zane get the best grades out the group, across all of their subjects (the two of them have a friendly competition going whenever big tests come up, which the rest of the group find terrifying). Jay comes next with pretty good grades, especially in science and IT, then there’s Cole and Lloyd (they get roughly the same) with middle-ish grades, Cole does best in art and music while Lloyd’s better at english and foreign languages. Kai has the worst grades of the bunch (but not bad grades, he just gets Cs mainly), he’s better at hands-on subjects like woodwork.
  • They often have movie nights at their base. Jay likes romance and sci-fi, Cole and Kai enjoy action movies, Lloyd prefers things with deep stories and morals, Nya likes monster movies and horror (she has nerves of steel) while Zane enjoys kung fu movies as well as animated films.
  • They argue over who had the most fans. It got to the point they did an online poll about it. Turns out Lloyd had the most fans, he was kind of smug about it for weeks.
  • They have a team fridge which they all keep food in. It used to get raided during the night so they set up a camera to see who it was. Turns out it was Wu in his sleep.
  • When they stay late at base after a battle to hang out and work on the mechs they take it in turns to get the food. When it’s Kai or Nya they usually get takeout, Cole buys whatever he can find at the local store, Zane cooks for them on this portable stove he has, Jay brings some of his mom’s cooking to share and Lloyd gets pastries from the nearest bakery.
  • After Koko found out about the ninja thing she started visiting their base often. She makes sure they all do their homework, are getting enough sleep, are eating properly and brings them snacks. It embarrasses Lloyd so much.
  • They have gaming tournaments sometimes. Usually the finalists are either Kai, Jay or Nya. If it’s Kai and Nya the sibling rivalry is so thick you could cut it with a knife. With Jay and Kai there’s a lot of playful shoving which ends up with one of them falling off the couch. Then when it’s Nya and Jay it’s a lot quieter, just super tense.
  • They have found fanfiction of people shipping the ninja together. Most of the time it’s pretty funny, except when they ship Kai and Nya together. Kai actually passed out when they first found out, and he didn’t wake up for an hour. They were worried they’d broken him.
  • No matter how old they get the Ninja will always go trick-or-treating. Kai insists they do it, and no one has the heart to tell him no because of how excited he gets.  
  • After the movie the group decided to look after Meowthra, they take turns feeding them and giving them belly rubs. It’s basically their mascot now.

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High School AUs (based on real experiences I’ve had) pt. 1

I know no one asked for this, but I kind of wanna share these wild rides with someone, so here goes lol

1. I was waiting to get picked up after staying at school for a Shakespeare lecture, and you were waiting to get picked up after band practice. A dog suddenly ran past us in the parking lot, so we debated whether or not we should tell anyone.

2. I saw you getting really uncomfortable because of Creepy Tom not leaving you alone, so I swooped in and pretended I needed you for an emergency.

3. We tutor freshman in the same time slot every week, so we always go together to pick up the students from their classes and sometimes end up just talking shit with them instead of doing any work.

4. Your best friend and my best friend used to date, and they only broke up really recently, so they still kind of have feelings for each other. We end up joining them when your best friend is trying to win mine back, so we spend like an hour sharing exasperated looks.

5. We’ve known each other for three years and you stop by every day to steal my pretzels, since I never eat them, and one day I forget to pack them and you get super offended. You end up dragging me to the store, so you can buy pretzels for yourself and gummy worms for me.

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anonymous asked:

hey tay :) can you write a fic where the distance between you and josh is too much while he's on tour so you guys break up? and then somehow you end up back together? thanks :)

hopefully this was kind of what you were thinking?? sorry i haven’t been so active in the past month. im still here though!! love you all - tay


“I know you’re mad, so just let it out.”

You sigh heavily, “I’m not mad,” you protested. “I’m just saying, you could’ve called me back, like you said you were going to.  I feel like we just don’t talk much anymore.”

“We talk everyday!” Josh argues back. 

You sigh, “Yeah, I know. But you just said you’d call, was all.  And you didn’t. And that kind of sucked.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.  We just get so busy, I lost track of time.”

You bite your lip, still frustrated, but you hold back.  Fighting with Josh was not how you wanted to spend your short phone call with him tonight.  “It’s fine, I understand.”

“What time is it there?” Josh asks through the phone, still buzzing from ‘post-concert vibes’, as he called them.  

“Like 2—“ you held your phone out to check the time, “… 3 am,” you corrected yourself as you squinted at the bright screen.  

“You should get to bed, babe,” he whispered through the phone.

You shook your head, “No,” you grunted, “I wanna talk to you.”

Josh’s quiet laughter rings through the phone.  “Me too, but you need sleep,” he lectures.  “I’ll let you go, okay?”

You blame the sudden wave of emotion on the exhaustion, but the idea of Josh hanging up brought instant tears to your eyes.  He’d been away on tour for six, grueling weeks now, and you cherished the few moments on the phone you got with him.  Ending that early because Josh was concerned with your sleep schedule was enough to warrant the sudden sob that escaped your lips.

“Y/N?” Josh’s voice turns serious.

You hold your phone away from you for a moment, clutching it tightly to your chest as you try not to sob again, or at least hoping Josh won’t hear it if you do.  But you hear his voice calling for you.

“Baby-“ you can tell he’s worried, so you try to hold it together.

With a bitten lip and stuffy nose, you speak, “Please don’t hang up, I miss you—“

Josh sighs.  “I know.”

You wait quietly on the other line, exhausted and sad and overwhelmed by the intensity of how much you craved his touch.  

“Just gotta make it a few more days.  Then I’ll be home.  I miss you too,” he says after a few moments.  “So much.”

“Please don’t hang up,” you whisper again, feeling pathetic and needy.  

“I won’t,” Josh promises.

When you wake the next morning, you’re clutching your phone against your chest.  Josh stayed true to his word.  His name was dimly lit on your screen, the phone call lasting a total of three hours and twenty four minutes.  You listen on the line, hopeful you might hear his steady breathing sleeping on the other end of the line, but there’s just a faint humming noise.  You sigh.  

“I love you,” you whisper before hanging up.  

You leave the light hanging over the kitchen table on before heading out for the day, flicking off the rest, a new habit. Coming home to a dark and empty home over the past few weeks is worse than the work week you’ve been juggling; at least when you’re at your desk, you can focus on the endless piles of paperwork instead of the ache you know you’ll feel just after you stumble in over the welcome mat, no one else to be found.

You grimace when you catch your reflection in the mirror beside the closet on your way out the door.  The bags under your eyes are swirled shades of green and purple.  You sigh, shrugging on your jacket.  It’s raining, the weather complete and utter shit. You can’t be bothered to put any real effort into your appearance, not when it’ll be ruined just four or five steps off the curb, courtesy of the wind and rain steadily whipping around outside.  It’s a bleak Wednesday, late and damp during the middle of a work week.  And you’re miserable.

You drum your fingers repeatedly along your desk, staring at the desktop that now had pictures from your screen savor floating around, too lost in your own mind to be efficient.  

You’d signed off on two discharges and managed to nibble your way through half a bagel, but that was the extent of your productivity thus far.  

Your eyes kept wandering towards your phone, sitting kitty-cornered on your desk, screen up.  Josh had the day off, which meant he could be asleep for hours more.  It drove you crazy going this long without talking to him.  This isn’t what you wanted. None of this is what you wanted.  And while you agreed that distance couldn’t break you two apart as he went out to pursue his dreams, you couldn’t ignore the nagging fear in the back of your mind that it just wouldn’t work out.  That fear grew louder as the phone calls grew less and less consistent.  Days like yesterday, where Josh wouldn’t ring until the night was in the single digits, made you wonder how long you had left.  But Josh was right.  You just had to make it until Friday.  Then he’d be home, and things would be just as they always were.

You send Josh a quick message at 3 pm your time.  It’s nothing much, just wishing him a restful day off.  The fact that it goes unanswered speaks louder than the text.  

You eventually get engulfed in your work, losing track of time, and working well past five.  By the time you’re packing everything up, it’s dark outside.  Street lights reflect off the wet pavement and you make your way home, checking your phone again.  

There’s a snapchat from Tyler.  Nothing from Josh.

You open the notification, waiting for a moment as the video loads.  As soon as it does, you feel your face fall.  You barely register Tyler’s voice narrating the video.  He says something sarcastic about what great company he had as the camera points at Josh sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.  You frown, immediately going to your messages.  Your text wasn’t even opened yet. It was becoming routine for Josh not to answer you or call you back. You take a deep breath and throw your phone back into your purse, making a vow to yourself not to check it again.

You spent the entire walk home feeling like you might scream out in anger at any minute.  But by the time you walked through the door to your apartment, you just felt empty.  

When you laid down that night, the loneliness curled up in the pit of your gut, like a fox in its winter den. You felt small - smaller than you’d ever felt.

You finally sat up on your bed at 3am, not able to fall asleep. You sent Josh a goodnight text three hours ago, but the truth is you never slept well without him by your side. And the sad part was, you were starting to think Josh didn’t feel the same anymore.

At 3am, you allow yourself to think about the fact that you might not win. You might lose Josh, and soon. The thought of living without Josh in your life is what creates the tear stains on your pillow case, and the muffled sobs in the shower.

When your alarm goes off at 6am, you’re groggy and exhausted.  There’s a text on your phone from Josh.  A simple ‘goodnight x’ is all.  You sigh and open the message.  

One more day, you tell yourself.  Just one.  

For a few hours, you’re hopeful.  You swing through the airport, your heart racing as soon as Josh came into sight, and you barely get the car in park before you’re flinging off your seatbelt and rushing to the curb.  

You launch yourself into his arms, ignoring the suitcase that falls to the ground, as you wrap your arms around his neck.  

He inhales deeply, his hands locking around your body as he hugs you tight.  

“God, I missed you,” he whispers into your hair.  

You feel at home the entire way back to the apartment with Josh’s hand in yours.  You watch the road, and he watches you.  And things just feel good.

It was nearly 2am and you could still hear the smash of the dinner plate against the wall.

You and Josh just stood there staring at one another, the crushed china leaving a mark on the wall and dust at your feet. You were both silent, out of breath from the argument you’d just had.

But you were tired. You were so sick and so tired and you absolutely despised everything right now.

You don’t even remember what had started the fight – You’d brought up the distance, like an idiot, and Josh immediately got defensive, claiming you were suffocating him, and he needed space to pursue his dream. All you knew was that you started shouting at him, animating your arms as you usually did. Josh wasn’t much of a shouter, he just stood there.

You stared at the broken plate, tears starting to fog up your vision as you realized you were turning into someone you definitely did not want to be.  “I’m done,” You finally said, sighing heavily.  “I don’t want to fight, I’m sorry.”

Josh nods.  He retrieves the dust pan from the closet and starts cleaning up the shattered glass.

“Let’s just go to bed,” he suggests.  

You nod, your chest finally deflated.  You notice the distance between you two as you crawl into bed that night.  You thought you’d sleep like a baby with him back, but instead you stare at him in the darkness, realizing you spent the one night you had together this month screaming and fighting.  

And you knows you’re avoiding the inevitable, but you just can’t imagine going one day without Josh.

You choke on the air, it’s hard to breathe.

You drop Josh off at the airport the next afternoon.  

And your eyes are flooded but you shake your head.  You hate leaving things like this, so unresolved and up in the air.  Josh hugs you tightly goodbye.  He kisses your cheek before whispering, “I love you.”

You say it back, but it feels more like a routine at this point.  

“Are we okay?” he asks, holding you out in front of him.  He scans your face.

You offer a forced smile.  “Yeah,” you lie.  

You always had so much trust in Josh and your relationship.  And you always just had faith, that despite the distance and despite the pain, things would work out.  Because you and Josh were meant to be.

But that’s the thing that you finally realized. This world is not a fairy tale, and Josh was not Prince Charming.  He was just a man who you gave your entire heart to.

You parked your car in the driveway after the fifteen minute ride home and looked in the rear view mirror to see your face was dry.  No more tears.

It’d been thirteen hours since you’d heard from Josh.  He should have landed hours ago, but you hadn’t heard from him yet.  You dial his number, worried.

“Hey babe,” he answers on the forth ring.

“Hey-“ you say, acknowledging his upbeat tone. “You made it okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, “sorry, I forgot to call.  I landed at six.  Just getting used to the time change again.”

You sigh, “I’ll let you go then.”

“Sounds good,” he says.  “Talk to you later.”

You make an oath not to text or call Josh first.  Just to see how long things will go before he’s in touch.  On the third day, you make your decision.  Your heart hurt too much to continue on.  

You just can’t do it, you feel like you’ve suffered for so long, long enough.  You both had.  And someone needed to put an end to both of your suffering.

“This isn’t working.”

“What?” Josh asks, sounding like he was multitasking on the other end of the line.  

“I can’t do this anymore.” You say sternly.

“Oh.” Is all Josh can say.

“We haven’t talked in three days.” You tell him, cause you’re sure he isn’t keeping track like you are.

“Do… Do you want to break up?”

“Yeah, that’s what I want.”

For a moment, you wish you could take it back.  Go on pretending it was all okay.  You didn’t want to say goodbye to the best thing to ever happened to you, but damn it, you had to. Maybe in another universe you and Josh worked out.  But you were slowly dying inside.  

“All right then, we’re over, done, broken up, splitting ways, whatever  you want to call it.”

You sighed.

“Bye Josh,” was all you said before hanging up the phone. You didn’t want to fight.  You were too exhausted to keep fighting.  

*four months later*

It’s a Tuesday evening when you hear that there’s a show in town. It’s poor timing, really; you have precisely a million and one stacks of paperwork to catch up on for work, your apartment needs a desperate cleaning that you’ve put off for weeks, and you’ve been fighting off a cold since Friday that finally seems to be winning.  You stare at the band’s flyer posted online - a bleak announcement that they’re back for one night only at their old stomping ground, a shit time slot right around midnight - and you give it about 30 seconds before you’re leaping off the couch, looking for your wallet.

You know it’s a terrible idea to revisit the band that you spent so many nights swaying to alongside Josh, music you’ve kissed and danced to, music that quickly became the soundtrack to your relationship. Music that was mediocre at best, but it was yours. It’s all you can think about every time you hear the tinny beat pulsing through your headphones. It used to be soothing. Now, it breaks your heart.

You go, anyway, driven by a force you can’t explain, needs to be immersed in the band you once shared and loved together. Just for tonight, to feel like you’re okay.

By the time you arrive, your shoulders are damp from the rain.  

“Nice weather,” the man at the entrance quips.

You force a smile. “Yeah, I’m soaked, and I only live three blocks from here.”

“Oh, you’re a local.”


“I thought you looked familiar. You come here often?”

You shrug. “Not as much as I used to.”

“Sure, sure. Well. Enjoy yourself tonight. Heard the band tonight is fairly decent.”

You quickly make your way up to the bar, weaving in and out of the people starting to make their way inside, puddles beginning to form on the floor from the weather. You lean up against the counter.

You take your drink and situate yourself up against the back wall, leaning against it, surveying the crowd. There’s probably about 300 people present - more than you thought would show up - and when the lights dim, a restless cheer goes through the room. The band walks out on stage, taking their usual positions at their instruments, and when the first strum of the guitar echoes throughout the space, you exhale deeply.

It’s around the third song that you realize this might be the worst idea you’ve had in your entire life. You were hoping hearing these songs, being enveloped in these melodies, would feel like closure, would bring some peace or serenity or happiness. Instead, your mind is a whirlwind of memories - some bad, mostly good - and the pit settling at the bottom of your stomach is growing with every lyric.

This isn’t what you wanted.

You want to go home, but you feel glued to your spot, the plinking of the piano keys simultaneously keeping you frozen and wanting to run away.

And then you spot something - someone - out of the corner of your eye, and it’s not just the alcohol making you nauseous anymore.

You don’t move. You’re too afraid to. Instead, you pray Josh doesn’t notice you, is engrossed enough with the group he’s with to leave you as the invisible girl. You eye the exit, cursing under your breath when you realize you’ll have to walk directly by Josh to escape. You desperately try to plot a route to get the hell out of here when you pinpoint the exact moment that Josh sees you. It’s like he’s just seen a ghost, his entire body going tense, the smile dropping from his face. you watch as Josh’s friend - why does Josh have friends that you don’t know, god dammit - keeps talking, gesturing with his hands, but Josh’s expression makes it evident that he isn’t listening. He’s focused on you, and just like always, it makes you squirm.

Josh isn’t blinking as he approaches you, and your mind is screaming fight or flight, fucking pick one. Your heart is racing, vision blurry, and you don’t get to decide what to do or where to go or how to calm himself the fuck down because then Josh’s there, right in front of you.

“Y/N,” he whispers, his voice low enough that you have to strain to hear it over the music. “God, how’re you?”

You swallow, your throat’s somehow dry. “Hey. ‘m good.”

“You look good,” he says, like he’s agreeing.

You resist the urge to laugh uncomfortably.

“It’s been a while.” He says.

You nod back.  

You both stand together awkwardly for a moment or two, Louis doing his best not to stare at the new tattoo on Josh’s forearm. You don’t know what it is or when he got it. The pounding in your temple intensifies.  You look up and attempt to match Josh’s gaze, but it’s hard.

“So, who’re you here with,” you ask. You try to come off as casual but you know it sounds weak. “Anyone I know?”

Josh shrugs, looking back over at his group. “I don’t think so. Some guys from tour.”

“Oh.” The band starts up another song and you have to close your eyes. This one hurts. You do your best to block it out. “You’ve been good, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he replies. He looks down at the floor when he says it. “Been busy.”

“I bet.  You’re a proper rockstar now.”

He smiles at that, a full blown smile, and you have to grip the brick wall behind you to remain standing upright. You’re seen that smile so many times - over breakfast, in bed while you trace lazy shapes across Josh’s skin, visiting family, shopping at the center, listening to music at this same fucking venue for this Goddamn shit band - and you’ve been missing it for four months, so much, you think you could start shaking.

“Yeah,” Josh says eventually, gaze back on the floor, “I’ve been trying.”

You hum, flicking your hair out of your eyes.

You want to shout. This isn’t what this should feel like. You shouldn’t be strangers.

You hardly notice when the band wraps up their set and the lead singer hops off stage.  You’re mostly focused on Josh’s eyes, Josh’s lips, Josh. The noise level quiets immediately, the crowd starting to flood out onto the street, and a knot forms in your stomach when you see one of the guys from Josh’s group gesturing at him to come with.

“Listen, Y/N,” Josh starts, and you put your hand up.

“I gotta go,” you say. Your voice sounds unfamiliar, even to yourself. You can feel yourself starting to unravel. “You take care.”

You watch Josh’s face fall, his expression unreadable. “Alright. You, too.”

It’s extreme to say you feel like you’ve just been tortured, but your entire body aches and your head is pounding and if you stop moving for long enough, you’re going to have to bend over and throw up right on this street. It’s still raining - harder than before - but you make no attempt to hail for a cab. Instead, you walk the entire way home, each step away from Josh ripping you further and further in two.  

You don’t bother taking off your soaking wet clothes before collapsing onto the couch in a puddle of tears.  Your sobs wrack your entire body, making you heave and shake and shiver.  

You’re in the middle of your breakdown when you hear a knock at the door.  You don’t bother asking who it is - though you really should - before pulling the door open.

“Hi,” Josh says, rocking back and forth onto the balls of his feet.

You stare back, heart hammering in your chest. “What’re you–”

“I can’t stop thinking about how much I hated tonight.”

You feel your face burning. “Josh…”

“You looked at me like you hated me,” he continues. “Or didn’t know me. I don’t know which one is worse.” He pushes in through the entryway like he still lives here, like he gets to make himself at home. “I miss you so fucking much, I feel like I can’t breathe half the time.”

The door slams shut behind you and you wince. You can’t form words, just murmurs, “It’s not, I’m…” You make a face. “Josh, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Josh drags his fingers through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I want you to say that breaking up was stupid and that you miss me, too, and we’re done fucking around. That we’re doing this for real this time. No backing out. I’m in this. I’m never going anywhere again.”

“Jesus.” Josh’s staring at you in that intense, soul-baring way of his, and you feel dizzy. “But you–”

“I know,” he interrupts. “What I’m saying now is I’ve missed you every single day for the past four months and it’s not getting any easier. It’s gotten worse . It’s…” Josh takes a step forward to circle his hands around your wrists, and just that minimal contact has your eyes tearing up. “It’s hell, is what it is. We should never have done this. We should have worked through it.  I shouldn’t have pushed you away or gotten distant. I’m tired of not arguing with you. I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of missing all the things I thought I used to hate but as it turns out, those are the things I love the most. I don’t care about the band anymore.  None of it means anything without you.”

You don’t try to shake Josh’s grip away. It feels so easy, this. Too easy. Like it always has been until suddenly, it wasn’t. You don’t say anything, though, just let Josh keep touching you, staring at him.

“Y/N,” Josh whispers eventually, thumbs brushing against your wrist bones. “Am I completely out of line. What’re you thinking?”

I love you, you think. I love you and I don’t know how to stop. “I’m thinking…” you pause to swallow. I’m thinking that I hated being apart from you. I’m thinking that I miss having all your clothes lying around. That I miss your shampoo and drum set and dirty dishes. That I miss waking up with you. That nothing feels right anymore and I don’t know how to fix it. “I’m thinking that I can’t believe you saw me drunk and soaking wet in the bar, and that was the moment you decided you couldn’t get over me.” It’s not what you meant to say, but you somehow already feel a million pounds lighter.

Josh huffs out a laugh, his shoulders slumping. “You looked like my Y/N.”

You try to roll your eyes, but instead, you find yourself taking a step closer. “Unbathed and shit faced drunk?”

“Beautiful,” he corrects simply. “Just. Everything.”

“Are we really gonna do this again?”

“If you’ll have me,” Josh says quietly. “God, I hope you’ll have me.”

You’re already nodding. “The right way this time.”

“Whatever way you want,” Josh confirms, already pulling you into his arms. He buries his face into your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you start to feel yourself unravel, yet again. This time, it’s okay.

Josh leans back after a minute - maybe two, maybe 10, you can’t tell - and doesn’t say anything else before he dips in to sweep his lips across yours. It’s unbearably sweet, achy, almost, and your hands are trembling against his back before you can figure out a way to stop them. Josh doesn’t mention it, just deepens the kiss, hands sliding down to your waist.

You really want to ask a thousand questions, want to sit and talk and reassure the finally lessening pain in your chest. Wants to make sure you’re both on the same page and that you’re both ready to work through this, to save what you couldn’t lose again. But then Josh is murmuring promises against your lips, his fingertips hot against the small of your back where your shirt has risen up, his body and voice so familiar that you can’t think about anything else, doesn’t want to. Instead, you force yourself to pull back, slides your hand into Josh’s, and guides him to your bedroom without another word.

You wake up in the middle of the night with a kink in your neck, your body angled awkwardly all night as the result of Josh laying pressed up against you, no room to breathe. But for the first time in months, it doesn’t feel like you’re suffocating.

anonymous asked:

RFA reaction to Mc who sleep walks and disappears in the middle of the night and then found some place strange?? :'D

Sure! I hope you don’t mind that I added Saeran to this, I had an idea and had to write it. Some of these got long oopsies o.o. Hope this is to your liking anon! Let me know if you want anything changed, I’ll gladly change it!

-mod Sarin


  • He woke up to noises in the hallway
  • When he realized you weren’t in bed next to him, he just assumed you got up to use the bathroom and closed his eyes again
  • Until he heard the washer go on
  • Mc what the hell are you doing its 2am
  • He got up to investigate and found you in the laundry room, throwing random articles of clothing in the washer
  • “Mc? Why are you doing the laundry at 2am?”
  • No response
  • “Mc?” nothing
  • Ah she’s sleepwalking that’s ador-wait no that’s my lolol underwear mc no!
  • Is at your side and slipping the underwear from your hands in a heartbeat, in the process waking you
  • Lets just say he locked the door when you slept together from then on lol


  • He gets up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom
  • Kinda just stumbling through the dark apartment, not turning lights on he didn’t wana wake you
  • Turns the light on, shuts the door, and gets ready to go when he hears a little noise from the bathtub
  • Whatthefuck jumin did you leave a cat in here i stg
  • Slowly peeks around the curtain and almost screeches
  • There you are, sprawled out on your back in a painful looking position, lips parted slightly and small snores escaping
  • How did he not notice your foot dangling out from underneath the curtain???
  • He manages to lift you out of the bathtub without waking you and carries you back to your bed
  • Goes back to the bathroom and uses it checks the shower and goes back to bed, holding you in a vise grip so you can’t escape
  • Asks you why tf you were in the bathtub, and makes sure it never happens again (bathroom is locked from then on at night lolol)


  • You fell asleep at her place after a girls night
  • So she covered you up with a spare blanket and stuck a pillow under your head before heading off to bed herself so sweet mama baehee
  • She woke up a few hours later, in need of a glass of water
  • She did not expect you to be sitting at the table, slicing an apple by the faint light from above the sink
  • “Mc? Are you hungry? It’s, uh, 3am but I can make you something if you need.”
  • “I’m good,” you responded, then started muttering gibberish before setting the knife down and stumbling out of the room
  • “Mc? You didn’t touch your apple!” no response. When she checks, you are fast asleep on the couch again. Weird
  • She just puts the poorly sliced apple in the fridge wrapped in a baggie, gets her water, and goes to sleep
  • In the morning she questions you about it, and freaks out when you have no memory of doing that
  • “Shoot, I must have been sleepwalking again! I thought I was done with that! I’m sorry Jaehee!”
  • “No, mc don’t apologize! I’m glad you told me, and I’m glad you didn’t get hurt last night.”
  • From then on, when you spend the night, she checks up on you during the night to make sure you are still in the same spot sleeping


  • He woke up in the middle of the night
  • It wasn’t anywhere near dawn. Why was he awake? And where were you?
  • He got up in search of you, panic starting to fill him as he doesn’t find you right away.
  • He’s about to call security when he hears the soft trill of your voice and follows it to see you facing the large glass windows, cradling something in your arms and humming softly
  • It took him a second to realize you were humming to Elizabeth, who was cradled in your arms like a baby and purring loudly
  • He wanted to take a picture of this precious moment, but didn’t not like he could get a clear one anyways. Instead he walked up to you and took Elizabeth from your arms, circling his arms around you instead
  • “Hm? Jumin? What are you doing? Why are we out here?”
  • “I’m hugging my dear wife. You were just too adorable cradling Elizabeth the 3rd and humming to her, I was starting to feel a bit jealous.”
  • This took you off guard. “What did you just say?”
  • Uh oh did I do something wrong
  • Jumin quickly lets you go, gripping your shoulders lightly. “You were standing, right here, facing the windows and rocking Elizabeth while humming to her. You don’t remember?
  • He’s scared when you shake your head no
  • He has his phone out, ready to call the doctor when you place a hand over his
  • “Jumin! I think I was sleepwalking! That doesn’t need a doctor!” oh
  • Hugs you tight to him, hes so relieved
  • Takes you back to bed and holds you tight as you go back to sleep, thankful you are okay


  • He was working when he decided he wanted to check in on you
  • Nearly dies when he sees you in the kitchen on the CCTV, in the dark, with sunglasses on, bouncing in place and smearing peanut butter on the jelly lid
  • Is she sleepwalking????
  • He decides he can take a break to go out and record you check on you
  • Has his camera on his phone out, and sneaks into the kitchen to not get caught
  • Records as you put jelly on the peanut butter lid and squish the two lids btogether, preparing to take a bite while still bouncing
  • Better step in there seven
  • He stops recording and goes over, gently taking the ‘sandwich’ from your hands and shaking you slightly. “I don’t think you’d want to eat that, mc.”
  • You slowly come to and yelp. “Its so dark! Am I blind?”
  • He chortles and takes off the sunglasses
  • “Oh man, was I sleepwalking?” mhmmm
  • “Yep~! And I have video of it! I think everyone would love to see this!”
  • “SEVEN!!!”


  • He goes into the kitchen and gets the ice cream out
  • He goes for a bowl, opening the cabinet-
  • Holyshitwhatthefuckwasthat
  • You fall out from the top shelf and right on top of him
  • “…I dont know why you were up there but you are in the way of the bowls” pushes you aside and reaches for a bowl
  • Thanks for caring saeran love you too

hi i spent my entire afternoon browsing through your au prompts and saving pretty much all of them for future reference. i thought it was only fair i gave something back as a thank you, so i wrote some lists. i hope they’re helpful! i’ll write them all in here but feel free to make separate posts for them or let me know and i’ll write them separately


  • “i’m due in two weeks and we don’t have a single diaper i know it’s 3am but i need to get everything we need because no, we can’t keep a baby in the dog bed”
  • “hi i know you’re across the world in a business trip but our surrogate went into labor a week early so long story short you’re coming home to a baby i can’t do this alone get your ass in a plane”
  • “we’re at the er in the middle of the night wearing pajamas and scared as hell because our baby hasn’t moved in days oh the baby is just asleep? okay sorry broke your pen i’m just a really worried parent to be”
  • “i know it’s a weird craving but i want pickles ice cream i don’t care where you find it just GET IT also put bananas on it and chocolate chips”
  • “yes it is too early to install a car seat i’m only ten weeks pregnant”
  • “i’ve read seventeen books about pregnancy and i’m constantly worried about every single thing every book warned about but also trying to remain calm”
  • “i used to drink five cups of coffee before i got pregnant and now i’m going through withdrawal and i’ll slice your head in three if you give me that decaf crap again this is all your fault”
  • “hey honey you’re home i spent the last eight hours watching birth videos and i know i’m eight months pregnant but i changed my mind i’m not doing that birth thing no way”


  • “i know you hate my mom but i touched our newborn’s soft spot and it freaked me out so she’s moving in until the kid can walk and talk get used to it”
  • “i had no idea something so tiny could poop so much and oh shit, you have poop on your cheek and jesus christ how did it end up on my knee”
  • “you need to stop holding your child like it’s a time bomb whAT ARE YOU DOING SUPPORT THE NECK YOU DIMWIT”
  • “we went a overboard on the newborn clothes but our child was born too big for them and now we have nothing that fits them”
  • “we’re so sleep deprived we bathed, changed and fed our child’s teddy bear while it slept soundly for the first time in almost a month”
  • “our pediatritian fired us after calling them at 2am claiming our child had measles when it was just a diaper rash”
  • “you saw me napping with our newborn in my arms and started yelling about safety and how i could crash them in my sleep now the baby is crying and i’m crying and we both feel like terrible parents/partners”
  • “i caught you staring at our baby’s crib like they’re the love of your like and making sure they slept soundly now we’re both cuddling on the floor beside the crib looking at the beautiful little thing we made”
  • “we both have hundreds of videos of our newborn making accidental spit bubbles and no one cares but we’ll show it to literally everyone”
  • “i know they’re only ten days old but we need to look into good preschools already i’m serious”
  • “i left you alone with the baby for four hours and you dressed them in formal wear while you wear only a tshirt and underwear what HAPPENED here”


  • “you’re a really unpopular senator and i’m a journalist determined to make your life hell but fuck you’re cute when you stutter and did i said that out loud?”
  • “you’re the only barista at the coffee shop near my office that is working at 6am so you get to hear my undercaffeinated ranting about how much politics suck and oh shit sorry yes i am your governor i should not have said that”
  • “i’m the new governor’s bodyguard and holy shit no one told me they’re smoking hot”
  • “i’m the first openly gay president and all the republicans are Losing It including my parents-in-law which are the ones making this even more awkward by going on tv saying i corrupted their daughter/son”
  • “i’m a secret service agent having an illicit affair with the president of the united states i deserve another shot even if i’m saying these things to the entire bar”
  • “we’re both running for the same government position and things become so heated between us during debates people are starting to bet on when we’re gonna bang”
  • “we’re old buddies from law school and i helped you with your campaign and we fell in love but you’re married and about to become president wtf we do”
  • the good wife au
  • scandal au
  • “i think it’s really cute you come to the bookstore to work on your campaigning but shouldn’t you have a staff for that oh yes i can help”
Why You Should Reconsider Being Premed

You know, life has a way of surprising you and turning everything upside down when you least expect it. When I was 9 years old my mother gave me a copy of Mosby’s Medical Encyclopedia, and I would read it every single day. I’d take it to school, read it at the park, pull it out when a big fancy medical word popped up on the news, etc. I was fascinated with medicine at a young age. This was probably destiny, though. I have five doctors in my family; an orthopedic surgeon, maternal-fetal medicine specialist, dermatologist and two psychiatrists, one of whom was my father. I have been in ORs, watched the broken be cut open and put together again, knew how to suture before I entered middle school, memorized all those damn acronyms when I should have been studying for the SAT, etc. I still have that same medical encyclopedia.

Today, I find myself a university student majoring in Anthropology and Communication Disorders, and pursuing all the required courses for medical school. My GPA is a 3.8, I’ve done the obligatory volunteer work, tutored Deaf and Deaf/Blind kids, worked as a peer and academic counselor, got the EMT license, organized the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners for the homeless, done enough research to fill a textbook and I feel nothing. The passion, the spark has faded. The more I work in the hospital, the more physicians I shadow and the more I read about the state of healthcare and medicine worldwide, the more disenchanted I become. You read all the surveys asking physicians if they’d pursue medicine if they could do it all over again, and, on average, less than 50% say they would do so. In fact, the average is 41%. However, is this as much of a surprise as it sounds? Is it shocking that there are articles called “$1 Million Mistake: Becoming a Doctor” out in the world?

Everything I thought I loved about medicine has become dull and gray. The magic has been cast aside by the harsh light of reality. It takes around a decade beyond your BA to become a physician (4 years medical school + 1 year optional internship + 3-6 year residency + 1-3 year fellowship), you graduate medical school with around $160,000 in debt, start earning a decent salary roughly 10-12 years after the rest of your friends from university have already secured their careers and promotions, spend almost half your day doing paperwork as opposed to hands-on patient care, often have time with your patients limited to 15 minutes, etc. BUT! This is not why we go into medicine, right? We don’t care about the time it takes, the money we may make or lose, etc. We care about the patients. We care about being compassionate healers who touch the hearts and souls of those in need, and give them hope when all seems lost. But is medical school worth it?

I’ve interviewed several healthcare professionals and medical scientists. The most miserable: physicians. The happiest and most satisfied: those who passed on medical school, or went into research. I met those who went to medical school and decided to change careers, those who dropped out of medical school, premeds who changed their mind, etc. The physician assistant was happier than the neurosurgeon, got to see his family every night, interacted with patients more often and spent less time on paperwork. The nurse knew all of her patients by name and history without having to look at a chart to remind her, commanded more respect and ran every protocol while the ER physician watched. The epidemiologist traveled to more than 9 countries, prevented the spread of over 20 infectious disease outbreaks, did more hands-on patient care than any physician I’ve ever seen and had time to do and publish research. The medical anthropologist flew to a different country every few months, built wells for clean water to prevent waterborne diseases, built health clinics in Sudan, set up rape and abuse education programs in 3 countries, wrote 3 books and had time to pursue EMT licensure, certificates in HIV/AIDS education, an MPH and raise 2 kids. The pathology assistant earns almost as much as the pathologist he worked for, did more autopsies (his preference) and has the freedom to do almost everything his superior does.

What is the point of all of this? It is not to discourage anyone from pursuing medicine, a career in healthcare, etc. It is to remind us all that medical school is not the only option. We become so fascinated with the “MD,” “DO,” ND,” etc. that we forget there is a whole world of opportunities passing us by. We stay awake until 3am reading about orgo nomenclature, watching Greys Anatomy to keep us inspired (you know you do it) to the point where we forget that reality is not the same as TV. Personally, I think reality is better, but it is also worse. Ask yourself this: Is there something more I could be doing? Could you become a nurse, physician assistant, drug researcher, Peace Corps member, medical anthropologist, health/medical interpreter, speech language pathologist/audiologist, podiatrist, forensic scientist, professor, genetic counselor, clinical herbalist, massage therapist, physical therapist, pathology assistant, chiropractor, bioethicist, public health official, epidemiologist, entrepreneur, expert in sustainable health practices, diagnostic sonographer, therapist, dietician/nutritionist, naturopath, geneticist, biotechnologist, anesthesiologist assistant, pharmacist, dentist, etc.? Do you want to join the system or change it? Do you have an idea that could change the face of healthcare, medicine and medical education? Are you putting it off for 10 years until you’re an attending with an average of 4 hours of sleep? Are you ready for the debt that comes with medical school when the very specialized career you want has a shorter and cheaper path?

Whatever you choose, you can do it. I have faith in every single one of you. You are all brilliant and have the capacity for excellence. Just be sure to educate yourselves and experience as much as you can before you commit to anything. Feel free to ask me questions. Cheers.

PS: I will be pursuing a dual degree in Linguistics and Anthropology, and becoming a conference interpreter. I plan on interpreting for human rights campaigns, the medically underserved, NGOs, the UN, EU, etc. :)

anonymous asked:

So I recently read this article on one of those sugar daddy/mommy websites where this girl became a sugar baby to help pay for school. And so it sorta gave me this idea of Clarke being a busy surgeon who is just looking for someone to have fun with and who is willing to go to charity dinners and so she posts on one of sugar mom websites and first Finn,then Raven (or Niylah), and eventually Bellamy answer her ad. Maybe B is doing it to help pay for O's school? IDK...what do you think?

I think - yes, I can totally do this. Although, this isn’t a kink fic. So if you wanted that, I’m sorry, but I’m not really okay with that particular kink. If you wanted something sweet, Bellamy being altruistic and Clarke being weird af - that I can do. :D

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“Ok, so how do I write this without sounding creepy?”

Wells shoots Clarke a glare over a coffee table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer cans.

“You are literally posting an ad to a sugar mommy website, Clarke. There is no way anything you write won’t be creepy.”

Still, they manage to come up with something relatively non-threatening because this is not a kink for Clarke. She isn’t looking for a fuckbuddy. Not exactly.

She’s just looking for someone to keep her company, all expenses paid, and not moan about her crazy schedule. Being a surgeon means that relationships are hard and as much as she’d like to fall in love, she prefers saving lives and feeling like she’s actually doing something good for the greater good.

“Which is how most villains start out,” Wells adds helpfully, trying not to grin but failing when she hits him with a yellow post-it pad. 

“You’re rude. Why are we even friends?”

“Because there’s no one else who’d help you write this ad.”

“Good point.”

So she writes the ad, makes sure she emphasizes that she’s mostly looking for someone willing to drink copious amounts of champagne and make fun of snobs on charity galas for a more than polite compensation.

It’s not like she’s actually expecting someone to reply to the ad.

But they do.

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past midnight - luke hemmings

so i was requested to do a “late night with luke” piece and i just liked the idea so much i decided to turn it into a mini series with luke and Y/N meeting in various slightly strange situations at various slightly strange hours of the night

at around 2:37am Luke finally gave up on the hope of getting some sleep. Throwing the blankets off himself he stood up and walked over to his window, pressing his forehead against the cool glass. The flat was completely silent, something unusual in a space shared by 4 teenagers, and Luke found a sense of calm finally settling over him as he looked up at the stars. Deciding he might as well do something useful as he was up he padded into the kitchen. 

‘Oh hi, didn’t think anyone was up.’ the voice in the almost completely dark kitchen started Luke and he found himself tripping over his own feet and stumbling as he walked through the door. 

‘Who the fuck are you?’ he asked as he looked up at the girl perched on the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee in one hand and phone in the other. 

‘Y/N.’ she replied simply, taking a sip of her coffee. ‘And who the fuck are you?’ 

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Hawaii Fic Snippet

Okay, so I’m still in a very giving mood, so here’s another little bit from yet another project. This is Lirry, featuring single dad Harry, his almost four year old son Ben, and saint Liam. warnings: mild panic/anxiety, almost drowning, general parental stress

2.5k Edited by me, so there’s bound to be  whole slew of mistakes. 

“Benjamin, please be careful, you don’t have your swimmies on! And no running!”

He’s gonna give Harry a heart attack one of these days, probably sometime very soon. Images of Ben slipping and falling and cracking his head open on the cement around the pool keep flashing in Harry’s head, only serving to increase his paranoia.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Have you got any advice for a high school freshman? (love your blog, by the way <3)

Hi! I’m gonna to be a freshman in high school soon and was wondering if you have any advice on how to stay on track, using planners and working around sports? Have a lovely day!

hey friends!!!! WHAT AN EXCITING TIME FOR YOU BOTH!! AHH!! (also thank u ily)

figured i could answer these together since they’re pretty similar!! it’s been 8 years (dear god i’m old) since i was a freshman in high school, but i’m going to try my best to share some advice!! 

  • you’re going to be okay. high school seems like this very large daunting thing, and while there’s gonna be a lot of new stuff thrown at you, you’re gonna be so okay!! everyone else in your class, your friends from middle school, all that stuff, they’re in a brand new boat too!! find solidarity in that. 
    • also, upperclassmen will seem like weird, really tall, attractive creatures, while you may perhaps feel like awkward and unsure and a little like AAHHH and stuff. patience – a lot happens in the 4 years of high school. ignore the seniors and just focus on ur own thing and you’ll be fine 
  • your work load is gonna increase. you will have obscene amounts of homework, particularly if you’re in pre-AP classes or honors classes or whatever sort of upper level class. it will seem very sudden and very overwhelming, but mentally prepare yourself for it, and then figure out a game plan. 
  • the study habits that you develop in your freshman year will carry you all throughout high school and into college, so it’s in your benefit to really explore how you best learn, what sort of planner system works for you, solidify your time management, all that stuff. 
    • confession: i went to an arts high school, so re: sports practice, i had to plan my homework around rehearsal!! i also commuted 30 minutes to and from school every day so i had to be very careful when planning out my homework. i was terrible at doing this. i would do my 1st period homework in the morning before class really quickly, or my physics homework during lunch, or squeeze it in during rehearsal. 
    • my after school routine was: get home, nap, play on the internet, eat dinner, mess around some more, start hw around 11pm and go to sleep around 2 or 3am, to get up at 5:45am to get to school by 7:30. i honestly have no idea how i survived high school and got the grades i did. don’t be me. please learn from my terrible mistakes. 
  • so! speaking of staying on track! once you have your schedule for the semester, and you have all your syllabi for your electives and classes and everything (also, re: electives – pick something you will actually truly enjoy. don’t just do choir cause it’s an easy credit but you hate singing/performing. electives are meant to be fun), write it all down!!! see where the big due dates are, see if for your sports team when your practices will be – spend the first week wrapping your head around a vague outline of your upcoming semester. if you can get an idea for when your workload is gonna be REALLY INTENSE and you’ll be pressed for time, you can prep accordingly!!! 
  • don’t be afraid to ask questions!!! if you do have a couple upperclassmen friends (like sophomores maybe), ask them for help!! get their advice, maybe their tips on dealing with one really tricky english teacher, stuff like that. 
    • also, listen to and respect your teachers – they LOVE when their students are engaged and acting questions. everyone else in 9th grade is way too focused on being “cool” which is just another word for “apathy” SO be the one awesome kid that actually engages the teacher. be the kid that raises ur hand all the time and answers all the questions and ppl will give you shit about being the teacher’s pet, but honestly being the teacher’s pet is amazing and a smart thing to do because 1) your teacher is a human and appreciates your input and engagement and 2) when you get that 89.45 on your report card and you really need that A, they are far more likely to bump you up. also give you minor extensions on assignments when you hit a rough spot. develop your relationships with your teachers. this is also a great skill you’ll want to take with you to university, so start working on it now! 
  • pack your own lunch – i don’t know about you, but at my high school the cafeteria food wasn’t free. so save the $5, stay away from the grease-soaked pizza and tater tots, and pack urself a good old pb&j on wheat with some carrots and cucumber and a yogurt tube. ALSO grapes !!! man, i love grapes. 
  • join clubs!!! i regret not joining clubs in high school – they’re so fun and a great way to make new friends!! try the school newspaper, a comic book club, whatever sort your school might have around !! 
  • please have fun – and i don’t mean like drinking and all that shit like they show in the movies (that’s a whole other post honestly, so i digress), but like you’re 14/15!! you are so young with not too many responsibilities, use this time to really hang out with your friends, enjoy your time at school, like…not worry. i was so anxious and so sad when i was 14, and as a result my high school years are a bit of a blur, so just – relax. the projects will get done, the rehearsals/practices/whathaveyou will go as they go, the papers will be written. just enjoy yourself. <33
  • i would say “be yourself” but i think that phrase is a load of bullshit because no one ever knows who they are, so be whoever you want to be!!! this is way easier said than done, but don’t worry about the bullshit of cliques and being “cool” and dressing well and impressing people. be exactly whatever you want to be, whatever makes your heart happiest, and you’ll attract the people that you’re meant to befriend. i was fucking weiRD in middle school/high school, but the few true friends i made are ones that i still have to this day because they saw me at my weirdest and we grew up and learned together. you’ll also find people to share in that experience with you and it’s totally beautiful 

wOW that was a lot and i’m sure there is so much more, but that’s all i’ve got right now !! i hope that helps!!! love you both, and best of luck!!! xoxo

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