#ik ik it’s habit and it’ll pass

[wonhees]

i keep catching myself wanting to send him things and then i remember i no longer fw him like that so there’s no point in sending u__u

[fwacchi]

Hello! may I please have headcanons for Hayato, Ike, Kenmochi and Shu hearing that their s/o passed out while they were working and were in hospital? thanks in advance!

WHEN YOU PASS OUT WHILE WORKING

genre: fluff

pairings: Kenmochi Tōya, Kagami Hayato, Ike Eveland, Shu Yamino x gn!reader

Kenmochi Tōya

Normally, his first instinct would be to “scold” you for taking care of your health so poorly.

But when he receives a call from the hospital and arrives there just to see you resting on the hospital bed in such a weak state, he’s too worried to even scold you.

He’s a little assured when the doctor says it's nothing too serious and that you just passed out due to fever and overworking yourself and that you could be discharged once you wake up.

Would stay by your side and keep checking your temperature until you’re awake.

Once you’re awake, he would be relieved and would lightly scold you for being careless about your health.

If it’s possible, he will ask you to take a few days off from work

Would make sure you’re eating healthy food and taking breaks from work when necessary.

Kagami Hayato

Is worried to death about you.

He will call your workplace to let them know that you will be taking a few days off.

Even though the doctor had already said it wasn’t anything too serious, he isn’t rest assured until you’re awake from your slumber.

Once you’re awake, he’d ask if you’re feeling better while placing the back of his hand against your forehead to check your temperature.

Lots of cuddling time once the two of you get home.

He’s also willing to take a few days off his own work to take care of you.

From that incident, it’ll become a habit for him to check up on you when you’re working to remind you to eat and take breaks.

Ike Eveland

Quite similar to how Kagami reacts.

Is very concerned about you.

Would hold your hand and would keep placing a kiss on the back of your hand while you’re asleep on the hospital bed.

You might or might not get a lecture from him on how you should take better care of yourself.

Lowkey feels like he’s responsible for what happened but wouldn’t tell you that of course.

His full attention is on you for the next few days until he’s very sure that you have completely recovered.

Shu Yamino

He knew you were overworking yourself but is still very worried that it came to the point where you passed out.

Once he arrives at the hospital and sees you on the bed smiling sheepishly at him, he can’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Would place a kiss on your forehead and tell you how worried he was.

Kisses and cuddles you a lot after bringing you home.

Definitely no more overworking yourself because he’ll keep an eye on you.

[pboogerswbb]

I mean Geno didn’t seem to mind; I had the opposite opinion she was out there longer than she needed to be. She had good stats otherwise, everyone was pretty much getting shots in like in the end the whole point is if it’s working and shots are going in then it’s not a big issue to me. No point in over playing her at this point. As you said, point is for the freshies to learn etc. hopefully people will play as expected when tougher competition and she steps in to be aggressive if she needs! I think she will tho but I also have hope the team all back means she won’t have insane minutes anymore 😭

i agree with pretty much everything you said!! but i do think that when she is on the court and handling the ball there were multiple times where she should’ve shot instead of passing 🤷🏼‍♀️ which is a bad habit she had last season but definitely not a big issue in this game

ik she didn’t have to be aggressive in this game. but i also think if she doesn’t work on it when she’s on the court it’ll be hard to turn on suddenly! in conclusion i’m v excited to see her okay tougher schools lol

[castleamc]

Headcanon | Frankie’s “Risky Business” Dance

pairing: frankie morales x gn!reader

warnings: 18+, lil bit of depression/sadness, subtle sex mention, eating habits, frankie being corny, butt squeeze, and yeah. words: like 1-2k? i think idk I did this on my phone.

a/n: also you know what. january was a very icky month that seems to be transferring over to February while sucking all my energy out and Ik some may feel the same and just know I’m rooting for y’all 🥺💜 i typed this on my phone so idk the word count and I’ll do taglist after anddd I’m still on a hiatus this was something in my mind i wanted out. im so dead set that Frankie would do this dance—no one can tell me otherwise. picture of Frankie's thighs down below 🥵

Masterlist ⭐️

Imagine Frankie notices youve been a like little sad lately and that cheerful sparkle in your eyes slowly started to dim out because you’re just tired. You don’t want to get out of bed, you don’t feel like eating all the time, and you feel bad that you haven’t been talking as much, but you just have no social energy left. Even his favorite sound in the whole world, aside from the ones he fucks out of you in bed, your laugh became quiet timid huffs. You’re too caught up in your thoughts.

It kills him to see his favorite person, his only person, unable to find enjoyment in things lately. But he never leaves your side. Never. If you want to sit in silence, he’ll do that. If you want to lay in bed doing nothing, he’ll make sure you eat and have something to watch or listen to music with you while holding you. But you’re never alone. Not on his watch.

So, he decides one day, since he can’t make those bad feelings/thoughts disappear, to make you laugh even if it’s just for a couple of seconds. It’s a dumb idea, but he just knows you’re going to laugh and sit up to watch him do his Risky Business dance. It starts to become an on-going gag that never fails to make you smile and laugh. Although, secretly, he’s always wanted to do that dance so no better moment than now.

He connects his phone to a speaker and starts scrolling down his playlist—a list that you made for him because he’s a goof and kept messing up whenever he tried to add songs to different playlists. He picks, “Old Time Rock & Roll” and has it ready to place play. He feels ridiculous doing this, but wants to try it…he liked how effortlessly Tom Cruise does it while in his boxers and you told him once “You can do that dance ten times better.” That never left his mind, his memory is fantastic like that. He always remembers little things you say.

He also knows how much you adore his body, from the sparse curly hairs on his tummy that’s began to look rounded to the firm yet soft feel of his arms—his body was your oasis and vice versa. You could never get enough of just laying on his chest between his legs.

He knows you’re in the room, laying down watching TV and mindlessly paying attention to the plot. It’s to pass time till you can go to sleep, which makes you even more sad. You weren’t always like this before, waiting for the whole day to end. It was a funk that was hard to get out of once you’re deep in it.

He changes out of his clothes and stays in his blue t-shirt because why not? It’s not exactly the white collar Cruise wears, but it’ll do. And slips out of his pj’s, leaving his boxers and socks on. Looking in the bathroom, he does have to admit, you were right. He does look good in his briefs.

Frankie raises the volume high and pressed start.

You could hear the music soaring from the bedroom walls, the iconic Bob Segar piano keys doing a crescendo in groups and you recognize it right away.

It happened all too quick for you to register.

Before your legs move at an attempt to get out of bed, Frankie starts running gaining some speed and slides down the hallway, but he slides a bit too fast past the bedroom door. He’s fast even though he claims not to be.

You start barking a loud laugh knowing what he’s doing. Your heart immediately feels uplifted by him, his joy and silly antics transfer over to you making you eager to see what he does. You quickly adjust your position so that now you’re sitting on your knees. Enjoying his impromptu performance.

“Frankie??” You crane your neck trying to see and the music is still playing, you can hear him he’s laughing trying to catch his breath that he missed it. “Hold on!” starts running again and lands right on the beat, the piano keys slam on the beat and Frankie kicks his leg out, exactly like Tom Cruise and turns over to start lip syncing.

If you could see your own expression, you'd have the biggest heart eyes watching him perform.

The way his head bobs just like Cruise, but instead of straight black hair, you have the most beautiful brown curls bouncing and those cute boyish dimples—Tom Cruise could never.

With your hair brush in his hand, his Ray Ban sunglasses on, Frankie tries not to laugh but he can tell you’re enjoying it as you’re covering your face. You could feel your skin turning red from the laughing, his hip thrusts in the air is making his tummy move, but also down below. You're on cloud nine, all those sad feelings you had were stomped on by Frankie's hip sways.

He reaches over and removes a hand to gently pull you off the bed and you go with him. It was a swift move, as if air was carrying your whole body—you simply went to your favorite source of fresh air.

He kissed your cheeks before twirling you, singing off key he says, "That kinda music just soothes the soul." His eyes are so sweet, he's no longer singing along to the song, but singing to you.

You haven’t felt this motivated in so long, even though it’s just dancing, it’s something. A small win. You wrap your arms around Frankie when he instructs you, “Dance with me.”

Snuggling deeper into his chest, your shoulders slouch as you fought back tears. You want to, but you don’t want to move. That dark little cloud starts growing bigger and he notices it right away. “I'm…Frankie.” You're about to give up, feeling the need to want to cry.

The song is near ending when he says, "You don't have to do anything. I know...I know." He soothes your back and you hold onto your anchor from drowning.

"I don't know why I feel like this, it's not fair to you."

Frankie takes off his sunglasses and throws it on the bed along with the brush to hold the back of your head closer to him and presses a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "No matter how you feel, I'll always be here. You don't always have to be okay, it's okay not be...okay." You nod hearing him what he means. "Sometimes feeling sad is alright, but you're never alone."

“Step on my feet, I've got you.” He whispers to the top of your head. You feel at ease doing as he says and bear hug the love of your life as he holds you.

"I love you, Frankie."

"I know." He quips, you pinch his butt making him jump.

"I love you too, I always will." He firmly says as he starts to sway to the next song in queue. "How was my dancing?"

Feeling better already, a belly laugh comes out of you and you let your hands caress the shape of his cute small butt as you think.

Giving it a quick squeeze, you look up to see his brows wigglingly. "I wager Tom Cruise is shaking in his boots as we speak."

let's have a look at those thighssssss huh?

[itsallyscorner]

Ik someone else already asked for like a delivery part (and honestly, that would be amazing. Like imagine the girls reacting to Baby Mix casually dropping it in their chat). But, also imagine Tom and Y/N haven’t released anything to the public and Perrie (my loose-lipped queen) let’s it spill over a virtual interview or something, how chaotic would that be????

Anyway, I truly loved your Baby Mix stories. You’re combining two of my favourite things so effortlessly. Thank you💜💜💜

Hello my love! So sorry for the long wait, I hope you don’t mind! Thank you for requesting this and being so patient with me❤️ I’m so glad you’re enjoying the Little Mix reader! stories🥰 I haven’t written a delivery part yet but I already had an idea of how I wanted to write this so...here ya go! Happy reading🤎🧸

💌.

Meet Aunty Pez

She would be the best aunty in the world, ugh🥺 Also I’m so sorry I haven’t been active, school has been keeping me busy, but hopefully it’ll ease up soon! Sending all my love to all of you💞

At 3:14am, on an early Monday morning, the bundle of joy that you and Tom have been waiting nine months for has finally arrived. After hours of enduring pain and labor, Amelia May Holland was born. Weighing at 7.5 lbs, she had the same bright chocolate colored eyes as her father, gorgeous brown hair, a mix of your and Tom’s nose, and thankfully she inherited your lips. She was a precious little thing, always cradled in the arms of either of her parents, since they both couldn’t believe she was finally in the real world with them.

The sun casted soft rays of light into the hospital room you and your little family occupied. The warm light added to the peaceful atmosphere you were all currently in. You were sat against the hospital bed, cradling Amelia in your arms, while you and Tom stared at her in fascination. You lean your head against Tom’s shoulder, eyes never leaving your baby girl, who’s nose momentarily scrunched up.

Softly chuckling, you glance at Tom, “Not even a day old and she’s already doing a habit of yours.” The gentle smile grows even wider on Tom’s lips, a sense of pride rushing through his veins.

“Well she’s definitely her father’s daughter.” He hums, his arm around your shoulder pulls you flush against his chest. Tom hides his face in the crook of your neck, placing feather light kisses onto your skin trailing down to your shoulder, where he rests his chin.

“I can’t believe we made her. Isn’t she the most gorgeous baby in the world?” He speaks in a hushed voice, cautious of startling his newborn daughter awake. He gazes at Amelia with a fond expression on his face, large fingers gingerly reaching out to softly stroke the back of his baby’s hand. She’s only been here a few hours and she’s already wrapped him around her dainty little fingers. He would go to extreme measures to do anything for her and to make sure she lived the best life she can. She was to be treated like a princess in his eyes; because she was his princess and you’ve been bumped up to be his queen.

“She’s all we’ve ever wanted.” You turn to face Tom over your shoulder. The whole morning, ever since you gave birth, the two of you spent most of the time admiring Amelia and would burst into tears at how proud you were of each other. Not only had you both just made the most precious baby in the world, but this was a new chapter in your lives. A new experience of life with a stronger bond, full of love, and years of memories that’ll be looked back on in the future.

Tom shifts his gaze to you, the look in his eyes changing to adoration. He tenderly kisses your lips, repeating the actions a few more times before speaking. “Thank you so much for this. Thank you for being an amazing wife and giving me a family. I love you so, so, so, so, much. You have no idea.” He brushes his nose against yours, shutting his eyes, to savor the meaningful moment.

“I wouldn’t be doing this with anyone else but you. You’re gonna be such an amazing dad.” You beam at him. Tom softly chuckles, leaning his forehead against your temple, “God, I hope.”

“You will, you’ll be the best one in her eyes. I already know it.” You reassure him, pecking the corner of his mouth. You turn your attention back to Amelia, who was still sleeping peacefully in your arms.

“So when should we tell everyone?” Tom asks, resting his chin on your shoulder again. You lean the back of your head against his shoulder, making yourself comfortable in his arms.

“I think we should tell our family and friends first. I’m not ready to share her to the public yet, I want her to only be ours for now.” You quietly explain. You feel Tom smile against your skin.

“Of course, darling. Whatever you’re most comfortable with, that’s what we’ll go with.”

(Y/n)🌻: sent a photo

We thought Amelia might want to pop in and say hello to her favorite aunties for the first time!❤️

Perrie🦋: oh my goodness! Congratulations🥳🥳 I’m over the moon for the both of you!!

Oh she’s precious! Look at those cheeks!! I can’t wait to meet her🥺

Jade💜: OMG WE SHARE THE SAME NAME!!

I’m so happy for you and Tom!! You guys are going to be the most amazing parents in the world!❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Baby Amelia, you are the most adorable baby I’ve ever seen!!!😍 Babe, you and Tom have some really good genes👀

Congrats you two!! I’m so proud of you both❤️❤️❤️

Jesy💖: Thank god Amelia got (y/n)’s genes for her lips!!😂😂 I can’t imagine another loose-lipped Holland!

I’m so happy for you guys!! I can’t believe you’re already a mum, darling🥺 We love you so much and can’t wait to see you and Baby Amelia❤️

(Y/n)🌻: You guys🥺🥺 I can’t wait to see you all and get out of this hospital! This bed isn’t doing anything for my back😭

Perrie🦋: You must be so exhausted lovey, how are you doing? I hope everything went well during delivery!

(Y/n)🌻: Very painful, I felt like I was about to pass out omg😭 The doctor kept on telling me to push, I didn’t know if I was shitting myself or pushing the baby out😭

Tom’s been amazing the entire time. Bless him, I think I broke his hand while I was pushing :(

Jesy💖: Omg!! What was Tom’s reaction to childbirth?!!

(Y/n)🌻: If you thought he couldn’t get even paler, you thought wrong! He was as white as the walls in the room😭😭 He was a good sport through it all though!

Also, Amelia’s crying. I’ve got to go, I’ll talk to you girls soon!! And good luck with the interview today, you guys are gonna smash it xx

Perrie🦋: Don’t worry about us! You’re officially on maternity leave now! We’ll send your regards for the interviewer❤️

Leigh-Anne😻: Look at our baby mama! We love you❤️❤️❤️

Jade💜: Say hello to baby Amelia and that Aunty Jade loves her🥰

Jesy💖: ^Kiss ass, she’s not even a day old and the competition for best Aunty has already begun smh.

Bye darling, we’ll catch up with you soon❤️

You smiled at your screen before turning it off and placing it onto the table beside your bed. Tom was pacing the room, cradling Amelia against his chest. He was gently rocking her back and forth, alternating from shushing her to humming some sort of tune underneath his breath. You sat back and admired the curly headed boy that’s claimed your heart. Not only was he the love of your life but he was also the father of your child. Sure you guys were young, both in your late 20s, but the daddy role definitely fit Tom perfectly.

Tom must’ve felt your stare because he turned around and sent you a tired smile. He walked towards your bed and motioned for you to lay down. Using one had to cradle Amelia, he used the other to help you get comfy in the hospital bed. Still with one hand, he fixed your hair on the pillow so that it was away from your face. His large calloused hand cradled your jaw, “Get some sleep, darling. I know how tired you are.”

You pouted at him, “But what about Amelia?” He shook his head, his thumb stroking your cheek, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll try and get her to sleep. You just close your pretty eyes and get some rest in.”

“What if she’s hungry?”

“If she doesn’t fall asleep, then I’ll wake you up. Just please get some sleep, love. You haven’t taken a proper nap since this morning and I know you’re already close to knocking out.” He reasoned with pleading eyes. You sigh finally giving in, lazily nodding in response. Tom beams at you and leans down to place a tender kiss onto your lips.

“I love you both.” You mumble against his lips. He pecks your lips once more, “And we love you too, mummy.” The moment you closed your eyes, you were out like a light.

You managed to take a nap for about half an hour until you felt a few pats on your shoulder. You were immediately awake, turning your head to look for Amelia. You looked at the hospital bassinet, where you could see her sleeping peacefully.

“What’s wrong?” You ask Tom. He was sat beside your bed with his phone held in his hand watching something.

“I’m so sorry for waking you, but you should see this.” He apologized with a pitiful smile. He scoots closer to the bed so you can look at the screen. Your brows furrow together in question as you stare at Tom; it was the girls’ interview.

“Just watch.”

“Hello ladies! Thank you for joining me today!” The interviewer started. A round of “hellos” and waves were seen on the recorded Zoom session.

“Thank you for having us!” Leigh-Anne said.

“Yeah, it’s always a pleasure to be on your show, Zach.” Jade gushed. Zach made a show of flattery making them all laugh.

“I mean I guess I should start by asking how are all of you?”

Jesy was the first to answer, “I’d say we’re all doing pretty good, aren’t we girls? You know—just trying to get by especially with all that’s going on in the world.”

Perrie agreed, “Yeah, we’re lucky enough to be healthy and have the privilege to work. So I’d say we’re very blessed and making the best out of situation.”

“That’s great for you girls. AND speaking of making the best of the situation, thank you for giving us entertainment! I’ve been watching The Search and I’m absolutely obsessed.” Zach began, complimenting the show. He continued, “Although I did notice, that there’s only four of you at the moment, and in the show. How is it like to not have (y/n) around?”

Jesy pouted, the other girls having familiar reactions at the lack of your presence.

“As much as we miss her, it’s best for her and the baby to stay home and away from the public. When it comes to your career or family; family comes first, so it was totally understandable.” Jesy explained.

Jade chirped in, “Well, she’s not completely missing out. She’s had a few virtual appearances on the show and we’ve all been in contact, we always know what she’s up to.”

“How’s she doing? With the baby preparations and all?” Zach asked the girls. Their faces immediately brightened with joy, especially Perrie how squealed and clapped her hands in delight.

“Oh she’s doing wonderful, we were just texting her! She’s officially on maternity leave!” Perrie cheered. On the screen, Jesy eyed Perrie warily.

“Officially on maternity leave?”

Perrie smiled widely, “Yes, she is! She sent us a photo of the baby in our group chat and my goodness! Their baby is so cute, I just want to pinch her little cheeks!”

The three other girls’ eyes widened at the things coming out of Perrie’s mouth too stunned to say anything.

Zach squinted at Perrie, “Wait she’s already had the baby?”

“PERRIE!”

“Yeah, today actually.” The blonde answered proudly.

“PERRIE SHUT UP!”

“STOP TALKING!”

Perrie stopped, looking at the three girls offendedly, “What?”

“Oh my god, she did not.” Leigh-Anne facepalmed herself. Jade’s jaw was slack and Jesy’s eyes were wide with horror.

“Babe, do you know what you just did?” Jesy questioned Perrie, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in stress.

You paused the video, taking in what just happened.

Tom eyed you carefully, “Your phone’s been blowing up consistently. Pez even called me to apologize, she feels really bad (y/n).”

You frowned knowing that Perrie was most likely upset at herself. You’ve been friends with Perrie for years now. It was common knowledge amongst you and the girls that if something big and secretive were to happen, you were to never tell Perrie. Not that you all wanted to leave her out on propose, she just didn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. When Perrie found things that made her happy or excited, she didn’t know how to contain her happiness. So it wasn’t completely a surprise to learn she’s told the world you and Tom were finally parents.

Tom noticed that you were still quiet, “Are you mad, darling?”

You shook your head, “No—no, I’m not mad at her. I know Perrie can get too excited sometimes.”

“So you’re okay with this?” Tom asked you, knowing that just an hour ago you said you wanted to keep Amelia away from the public. His hand reaches for yours, grasping it.

You tilted your head at the ceiling, “Yeah, I guess I am? I mean it’s not like she said Amelia’s name or anything. All she told them was that I gave birth already.” You paused and turned to look at Tom.

“Plus, I think she’s saved us the trouble of figuring out how to tell the world about Amelia.” You send him a smile. He reciprocates the action and brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “We don’t have to tell them anything more. All they have to know is that you’ve given birth and our little princess is healthy. Also that we’re very happy. The rest of the details will only be for us. For now.”

“For now.” You confirmed squeezing his hand. You glanced at your phone and motioned for Tom to give it to you. Scrolling through your contacts you clicked on Perrie’s name, “I guess we should call her and thank her.”

You clicked on the FaceTime icon and not even a second later, Perrie immediately answered the call.

“I am so sorry.” She apologized, hand covering her face. You chuckle at her and shake your head, “We’re actually calling you to thank you Pez.”

Her face contorts into confusion, “What do you mean thank me? I just exposed the two of you during a live interview.”

Tom poked his head into frame, “Well one, you’ve announced that Amelia’s here already, so that’s one thing off our list. And two, you just saved me months worth of relief during interviews. Now that everyone knows we have a baby, I don’t need to be scared of accidentally slipping it out when I have to do promos!”

The blonde looked between both you and Tom I’m disbelief, “Are you kidding me? If I knew you two would’ve responded this way I wouldn’t have been spending the last hour beating myself up for it.”

You laughed smiling at her. Perrie beamed at the both of you, “For just delivering a baby, you look gorgeous hun. You’re glowing.”

“Aw thank you, lovey.” You look at Amelia from the corner of your eye. “Do you wanna see her?” Perrie eagerly nods at the camera. Tom takes the camera and rounds your bed to the bassinet. Aiming the camera above Amelia he said, “Amelia, meet Aunty Pez.”

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Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy?? 

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun 

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

 You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

 It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

  Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

  You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

 "You have?"

  You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

 Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

 You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

                                                              ~~

  Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

  Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

 But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

 Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names. 

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you." 

 After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

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 The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

 You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track. 

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

 You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter! 

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy! 

STAY TUNED

PART 2

[lovelyfeh]

naidkskx i’m so glad you liked the Takumi headcanons, and i’m also really happy you like my writing so far!! i hope you enjoy the ike ones as well!! ( @spoilt-rice )

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•Ike is one of the many men you could consider ‘perfect boyfriend material’.

•While stoic and blunt, Ike’s still plenty romantic. He cares for more than anyone else on earth, and makes sure to give you nothing but his best.

•So why did it surprise you when he notices your health slowly getting worse?

•One did not have to be as observant as Soren to notice the bags under your eyes, or your paling skin that worried him to no end.

•He just couldn’t figure out why you were starting to fall apart. You both shared a room, and he made sure you were asleep before drifting off himself, so what could it be?

•He’s stumped for about a week before finally seeking out the order for help, who know you like the back of their hands.

•Anna is the only one who manages to drop a clue. She smiles sadly and tells him to pretend to be asleep the ext time you two lay down together. While he starts to place two and two together, he’s still unsure about a lot of things.

•And so as you two settle down for the night, he closes his eyes and listens, steadying out his breathing to fool you into thinking he had lost consciousness.

•And then he feels you shift, and slowly... you slip from his grasp and leave the bed. Your footsteps are quiet as you walk into the office connected to the bedroom. He sees the lamp turn on in the corner of his vision, which is quickly covered by the door. And then the sound of quill on paper...

•Ah, so that’s it. You don’t want to sleep.

•He catches you in the middle of your paperwork, making you jump out of your skin at the sight of your lover in the door way.

•Ike scolds you quietly, lifting you up and carrying you back to bed. He presses a kiss to your forehead, making your promise to go to sleep. He jokingly says he won’t forgive you if you don’t get a full nights rest, but it seems exhaustion finally caught up with you, because you aren’t awake to hear it.

•The next morning over breakfast he makes you tell him everything.

•Whether you’ve been staying awake because of nightmares or simply because you don’t feel like sleeping, he makes a vow to help you go to bed every night.

•The next few weeks are filled with him practically coddling you, always making sure to wrap you up tightly in his arms and lull you into sleep with soft words and gentle touches.

•Occasionally if your habit gets really bad he’ll make you warm tea filled with honey. It’ll usually send you to bed in a few minutes, as he’s found out.

•He’s also really good at massages and playing with your hair. If your body is too stubborn to sleep all he has to do is play with your hair or run his hands over your sore spots and you’ve passed out.

•Soon he’s managed to help you fix your sleeping schedule, but this also means the end of his extremely touchy, loving side for a little while.

•I mean sleeping is overrated anyways right? You can always catch up with it later if it means your boyfriend will cuddle with you now.

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[jewpacabruhs]

I was reading your tags and please, for the love of God, write a Mafia AU. I haven't been able to find any good ones.

i wanna so bad! i find organized crime fascinating, & i’m also a big movie nerd, with crime films being my fav genre, so im super into that sorta thing. definitely would love to see it, but o boy, maybe ill jus write it myself?? gotta do everythin myself haha

i’d def go the historical route, so it’d be interesting to try to both apply characters that are firmly rooted in 90s/2000s behaviors & beliefs, and stick them in the 1900s. oh, boy, writing historical stuff is a pain. so much research. worth it tho, if it’s done well. aye, and it’ll be cool to try to keep it as nonfictional as possible. like, attempting to insert the kids (as adults, obvs) into crime history. i wonder if i could do tht? it’d be fun. it’s definitely uncharted waters. there’s a lot of potential there.

but, hmm, i think mafia aus are so rare in fandom (not just the sp fandom, but across the board) bc they contradict everything that’s popular in fanfic. mob aus would feature violence, business, finances, and corruption. whereas fics prefer cuddles, leisure time, a world where money aint an issue, and wholesomeness. and considering the majority of fic is written by horny and/or love-starved teenage girls who dont know or care about the aforementioned subjects, it makes sense. kinda a bummer, but understandable. in the defense of like everyone, lmao, those sorta fics take a lot of planning, & aint nobody got time. so i get it.

oof i think a major thing too is how gay-centric fic/fandom is, when the mobster world is undeniably a heterosexual one. thats an issue. shit, i wonder how many gay characters i could get away with while keeping it realistic. i mean, im sure there were gay mobsters, in fact i’ve read about a couple, but the lifestyles did not go hand in hand, lol.

IM STUPID NO ONE CARES ABT THIS DUMB SHIT HERES IDEAS

i’m thinking 1940s new york. im inclined towards kyman, as u probs kno, but again, the gay thing. huh. maybe i can figure it out. maybe theyre young bachelors, and theyre business partners & fuck around sometimes. we’ll see. anyway. if we’re gonna include all characters….

cartman would pull a goodfellas - he’s of, what, german descent? hell, considering his parents, he probably wouldn’t even exist in this universe. eh. well. he’d def be from yorkville, manhattan, cuz tht was a german neighbourhood. anyway he’d weasel into the italian mob, bc he’d be into the idea of 1) exorbitant amounts of money, and 2) being feared/respected. his authoritah! psh. and someone would notice how smart he is & mentor him, regardless of nationality. he’d quickly make enemies, though, because he’s rude & brash. he’d also quickly become one of the most respected young dons (would he reach that level, without a family? doubt it. he’d have to become a made man, which i believe is reserved exclusively for italians ….. ehhhh ill figure it out. maybe he’d branch out, start his own crime family. that’d be interesting. ooo.) damn, ukno, i think the 40s would make a real interesting character out of cartman. huh. yah, that’d be cool to explore, how that time period would shape him. like i said, he likely wouldt even exist. did the denver broncos exist back then? doubt it

kyle would get wrapped up in the jewish mob (which existed, and which i’d personally l o v e to be a part of lol - if i was born 100 years ago), maybe while trying to protect ike from getting involved? that’d be cool. maybe he’d demonstrate his brains & be offered a job as an accountant or an attorney, and he’d be forced to comply, either bc 1) his fam was threatened if he declined, or 2) his fam was doing bad financially & needed it. maybe both. hell, maybe he avoids the jewish mob & gets involved with the others. MAYBE IKE IS THE ONE IN THE JEWISH MOB & WANTS HIS BROTHER BACK FROM THE ITALIANS. OOOOOOOOO also they’d be from brooklyn, likely, bc that’s where jews were primarily located back then. u kno there was 400k jews in new york in 1899?? including my great great great grandparents. that’s a shit ton of jews lol. lil fun fact for ya. 

wait ok so oof this is hard now, bc the mob was primarily divided into three chunks - the italians, the jews, & the irishmen. there was also the puerto ricans, but that was, like, a different division. i’m mentioning this because nationality was important to mobsters, to all organized crimes groups actually, but south park doesn’t make a habit of mentioning what countries each character’s ancestors came from, lol. so it’d be a lot of writer interpretation. and that’s cool and all, but doesn’t give me much to work with, considering most of the kids are white and likely german/england-descended. 

i could make kenny & butters irish. that’d work. i think kenny’s last names irish, actually. they could be from hell’s kitchen, which had a p hefty irish-american population. maybe i could make stan irish, too. wendy might be able to pass for italian (little italy manhattan??? maybe the bronx??? im tryna think geography lol. for scale.). that’d work, if i wanted to put some stendy in there, bc i love making stan the token het guy, haha. maybe wendys dad marries her off to stan to form an alliance between the italians & irish. that’d be interesting. maybe cartman was rallying to get wendy to marry him, bc he needed to marry someone bc of, like, societal expectations, & she was the only girl who caught his interest. maybe he declares war on stan, to win back the bride he wants. maybe kyles best friends w stan, tht happened somehow, & interjects. goes to meet cartman to discuss a way out - ohhhhh theres my kyman babay!!! oooooo!!!

omg. plot forming. this is def an interesting concept. maybe i can use it as a chance to write a plot-oriented fic that doesn’t rely heavily on ships. that’d be awesome. i’ve wanted to do that for ages.

maybe we can squeeze christophe in as a french immigrant, maybe an associate of someone. same with gregory, but, like, british. that’d be fun. craig & tweek can be somewhere in there, too. associates of cartman or something. maybe they own a brothel. oooh. who else. bebe! maybe she can be a cabaret dancer who someone falls for. nothin wrong w hetero nonsense if it’s done right & if it aint nonsense. yah? maybe she can be ken’s love interest. also maybe token & nichole can be in there somewhere, from harlem?

this sounds fun as fuck, though, def. im really obsessed with new york right now, so maybe writing this could be a love letter to its history. that’d be dope. ooh, and im from las vegas actually, born & raised, so maybe i could do a chapter set there, considering the mob was very influential in the strip’s development. that’d be rad. holy heck. im excited abt this now. gotta finish oboitd asap & get into this, haha.

o shit. i jus realized, like, just how much research i’d have to do. like, not only about organized crime, abt 40s slang & dress, abt new york, abt everything. oooh boy this is a Project

ill get on that eventually haha, im into it now. it’s 4am rn tho so ima sleep, gnite anon

[kmikaelsonimagines]

Is There Somewhere: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from Anon: Ik this isn't on the album but can you the do the song is there somewhere? With like the reader being the girl on the side while kol and Davina are dating ? Xxx

So, I know I said my general requests are closed at the moment and that I’m only taking requests for Badlands, but with this I made my only exception because it is a Halsey song (which I happen to adore, and couldn’t resist writing). Also, dear anon, when you refer to girl on the side, I’m assuming that you meant like Kol was having an affair (not that I condone cheating in anyway), so I’m sorry if I got that wrong. Anyway, I hope this is okay for you, enjoy x 

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Is There Somewhere

You were dancing in your tube socks in our hotel room Flashing those eyes like highway signs

There used to be a time in Kol Mikaelson’s life when he knew what he wanted. Whether it be blood, revenge, a woman, he always knew what it was and how to get it. 

Up until now. Up until the point where he was torn between two different women. Those being Davina, his loving girlfriend who had resurrected him for the second time, and Y/N, who was, well, she was something else. 

He visited her when he could, meeting up with her in the same dingy motel room just outside of New Orleans. It was these times that he cherished, times that he spent with her. Just her. 

He’d watch as she’d get so drunk, she’d just about remember her own name. She’d lose all her inhibitions then, and Kol envied how free she must have felt. How she had no ties, nothing to hold her down. It would cause him to smile as she danced to the sound of silence, her eyes lighting up as she looked at him before pulling him up so he could join her. 

Two bodies. Two souls. Together.

Light one up and hand it over, rest your head upon my shoulder I just wanna feel your lips against my skin

Of course, Y/N knew what Kol was. She’d known from the moment she met him. But she wasn’t the type to shy away from danger, especially when it surrounded a perfect gentleman like him. 

She knew about Davina too, and when their relationship had started, she’d told Kol that she didn’t care; she didn’t mind being the girl on the side. And she didn’t. At least, she thought she didn’t.

His head was against her shoulder as they sat on the balcony; it wasn’t an unusual place to find them, it was just their spot, a place where they could really appreciate each other’s company. He passed her a cigarette, a habit he had scolded at first, but now knew better. 

It gave her time to think about maybe she wasn’t okay with it all. Maybe she wanted more with him. Maybe she wanted what Davina had; his adoring words, his lips on her skin, his entire being. 

She wanted him.

White sheets, bright lights, crooked teeth, and the night life You told me this is right where it begins

“We could be something, you know?”, she said to him one night. They were lying in bed together, her having been close to passing out from her state of intoxication. It wasn’t the first time she had suggested something like this, nor would it be the last. 

Kol blamed the alcohol, finding it both hard to believe that someone like her could want someone like him, and refusing to acknowledge his own feelings. If he acknowledged them, he’d have to make a choice. 

He’d have to face up to his crimes. He’d become an expert at that throughout his one thousand years. 

But he let her continue, under the impression that she wouldn’t remember in the morning. 

“I’m serious, Kol. This could be the beginning of some epic story. One of those ones they tell on people’s wedding days. And- and it’ll be funny looking back on it because no doubt Klaus will put his own little spin on it and Elijah will scold him and I’ll start blushing and you’ll, you’ll kiss me and, and-”

He kissed her to stop her breaking his heart anymore than she already did.

But your lips hang heavy underneath me And I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me

Whenever Kol kissed her, Y/N felt dizzy. She felt as if, in that moment, they were the only two in the world. There wasn’t the stress of his family, there was no Davina. It was just them. 

The two of them against the world. She refrained from telling him so, knowing that it had been said to him before by a different girl. No, by his girlfriend. 

That wasn’t her. 

The more she reminded herself of that, the more his kisses felt false. She knew they weren’t, she knew he meant them, but that was the way things were. She knew that back home, he returned to a life where she didn’t exist, where Davina was his everything. 

So, she promised herself she wouldn’t fall in love with him.

I'm trying not to let it show, that I don't want to let this go Is there somewhere you can meet me?

It was on a separate weekend that Kol realised just how much he depended on Y/N. She’d called, something she only did when there was an emergency, for the idea of being found out was just too complicated even to think about, telling him that she couldn’t make it. 

She needed time to think things through, apparently. 

When he hung up, the Original felt his heart sink and his mind wander. He’d almost pleaded with her, almost begged her to find time to meet him. It was the first time he’d shown any sense of desperation around her, and then he knew that he didn’t want to let her go. 

But he didn’t want to let Davina go either. 

And then, of course, Y/N had shown up in New Orleans.

'Cause I clutched your arms like stairway railings And you clutched my brain and eased my ailing

She saw him across the room as he walked in the door, holding hands with the brunette she could only assume was Davina. She felt a sense of smug satisfaction as he spotted her, his eyes widening in shock. 

Downing the shot in front of her, she began to march towards him, staggering slightly in her inebriated state. It had been a bold decision, she knew that, but she needed him to know. 

She needed him to know how she really felt. How she’d broken her promise to herself. All because of him. 

When she was inches from him, Davina having been sent to buy drinks for the two, she stumbled forward, grabbing his arms for support. 

“Please, not here”, he whispered to her, his breath caressing her skin. 

His words made everything come into focus.

You're writing lines about me; romantic poetry Your girl's got red in her cheeks, 'cause we're something she can't see

Davina came over when she saw her boyfriend talking to this strange drunken woman, curiosity brimming. 

“Who’s this?”

Kol froze, not quite sure what to do. It was a situation he had never imagined, the two meeting. He had to admit that he was scared, knowing that Y/N had the power to ruin everything in a few words. He saw Davina’s eyes flit back and forth between the two of them, not seeing the obvious chemistry that was there. 

“I’m no-one. I thought you’re lovely boyfriend here was someone I knew. Sorry.”

She turned to him. 

“Sorry.”

With a sigh of relief and pain in his heart, Kol matched Y/N’s own half-smile before she left.

And I try to refrain but you're stuck in my brain And all I do is cry and complain because second's not the same

When she returned home, Y/N collapsed onto her bed, tears staining her cheeks. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to get Kol Mikaelson out of her head. He was the first thing she thought of when she woke up, the last thing she saw when she fell asleep. 

Even then he was in her dreams, haunting her. 

It was the first time she had really missed him. The first time she had wanted him. The first time she had wanted to claim that he was hers. The rage she’d felt looking at him alongside Davina was unimaginable. 

She hated that a fling, a stupid affair, had turned into this. 

So this was what it was to be heartbroken.

I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight I didn't mean to fall in love tonight

Kol couldn’t focus on his date with Davina. All he could think of was Y/N, all he could see was her face when she realised what she was doing, all he could hear was her voice as it broke slightly when she apologised. 

Apologised for what? For being there when she wasn’t supposed to? For almost ruining it all?

For- he couldn’t believe he was letting himself think this, she was just supposed to be a fling after all- for being in love with him?

He didn’t sleep that night. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, watching the image of her swim before his eyes. He hadn’t meant for any of this to happen. But it had, and he couldn’t change it. 

So he got in his car and drove. 

You're looking like you fell in love tonight Could we pretend that we're in love?

Y/N hadn’t expected a knock at the door. She didn’t get guests, nor was she in the mood for them. But whoever it was, was obviously not giving up. 

Looking out the window, she saw a car she recognised. Kol. She let herself think, only for a moment, that he was here to tell her that he’d ended things with Davina. She knew that that was only a fantasy. 

He was probably there to break things off. For good. 

She looked through the peep hole of her door, aiming to get a glimpse of him before she never saw him again. He had a look about him that suggested that he wasn’t angry. It was a look that screamed urgency, anxiety, nerves. 

It told her that maybe her fantasy wasn’t such a fantasy after all. So, she opened the door, and saw that she was right. And even if she wasn’t, surely it wouldn’t hurt to pretend?

“Hey.”

A small half-smile appeared on his face, matching the loving look in his eyes. 

“Hey.”

Masterlist

[smallblanketfort]

Do you have any tips or advice to give to anyone going back to school with like major depression especially during the school time? I feel like I'm at a point of my life where I need to look for and do good things for my future like preparing for the SATs and ACTs or preparing to graduate but I don't even wanna make it till tomorrow. I just need something or anything to feel better about starting school again.

i wish i had practiced more grace and self care when i was at my lowest and in school. the pressure is honestly only going to bring you down. in my opinion, you pretty much have two options here:

a) take hold of the pressure and use it to keep you grounded. get yourself a planner and keep lots of to do lists. keep organized. it gives you a sense of control and order. these lists can include, make your bed and take a shower. cross them off, feel accomplished. they can also include finish this paper, or study for the sat for xyz minutes. taking good notes can help ground you in classes even if you hate it. school things can even be done in bed. i know. amazing. 

b) give yourself a lot of grace. if you need to be doing less to keep your mental health, to keep your sanity, then do less. it’s totally fine. this year is going to pass and in just a moment, it’ll be only a blip. i know it feels like forever. but it’s not. it’s fine. do you. nobody really cares if you dont go to that party/meeting/whatever, bc at the end of the day, you’re the one living with yourself. so just chill. it’ll be okay. also give yourself the grace to vent, whether it’s to a notebook or a friend. you don’t have to go through this alone. get it out of you.

in a perfect world, you will be doing both of these things with balance. take things in small chunks. small, healthy coping mechanisms are good. communicating with teachers is good. regardless, self care is so so so so so important.

idc who u r. u need to be taking care of urself. it helps, shocking ik. it’s not too granola to get 8-9 hours of sleep (i started setting alarms and going to bed earlier and i really am shocked that getting a healthy amount of sleep makes me feel better what), not too granola to open the window or eat breakfast or eat breakfast outside. it’s not too granola to stretch or do crunches or to work out, including a walk. energy breeds energy, especially if youre using negative energy to move. it’s not too granola, or feminine, to start a skincare routine that smells good. it’s not too granola to eat well and take vitamins and medication. it’s not too granola to start a tea habit or to keep a journal or to read books you like or to create things. it’s not too granola to light candles and have christmas lights and to take good care of yourself and your space. your mind, your brain, and your body communicate and influence each other. take care of all with tiny things and you’ll feel better.

finally. use! your! weekends! if you need that time to recharge, then don’t hang out with people. if that makes you feel whole and okay, then GOOD. who cares. if getting out and hanging out with someone makes you feel capable and okay, GOOD. do the thing. give yourself that grace to do what will help you exist.

happiness isn’t really a choice, but getting through the bullshit is. it has taken me a very long time to learn this. yes, i still have depression and a disorder, but. it’s much more under control and diluted when i decide to do things to fight it. remember the fight isn’t just inside your brain. it’s not. you won’t get far. do actual things to fight your brain. you can do this. 

i hope this helps a tiny bit, even if it’s really long. idk. i’m trying, and so are you. we got this.

[wonderland-studies]

this is for whoever is going to be starting their alevels this year! if you’re starting gcses, I also have a post for that [here]

click on if you want to read it, I won’t make you scroll through this really long post if you don’t want to

General Tips

haha did you think you knew what stress was during gcses?

this year has probably been the most stressful year of my life

but dont let that put you off! if you follow these tips you’ll have a better time of it

you will be absolutely exhausted in the first term, so try to get enough sleep

be prepared to break your back, you’ll be carrying a lot of shit.

BUY (or make) HIGHLIGHTERS, FLASHCARDS AND DIVIDERS

if you aren’t already good at taking notes, fucking LEARN. if you can’t look back at your notes and easily see what you meant, you’ll be fucked by the time mocks come along. consider typing them up

if you’re not an independent worker, become independent. colleges/sixth forms don’t hold your hand! (they will help you a fair bit though)

don’t fucking continue with a subject if you hate it! you’ll have the opportunity to switch subjects, so test them out properly, or you’ll start to really hate yourself

get into the habit of not using contractions (i.e. can’t, isn’t, shouldn’t), especially if you do English. although, saying that, it was my psych teacher who got the most annoyed when she saw a contraction (ik I’m using them here but I can easily switch)

you can’t really afford to half-arse homework, soz. it will, 9 times out of 10, form the basis of that lesson, so if you don’t put effort into your homework, you’re putting yourself at a disadvantage, and that’s just stupid

avoid missing lessons. teachers genuinely don’t care what your reason is, even if you recently got decapitated, they’ll email you the work, and you’ll need to complete it for the next lesson, ON TOP OF the homework. :) have fun with that

look into unis asap! get a careers appointment if you’re unsure. it’s easier to go to open days in the first term than in June

you will most likely perform awfully in your first term. that’s just the way it is. but you will improve! I got an E in my first psychology test, and I got an A* in my end of year mock.

oh yeah, btw, a pass at alevel is an E. anything under an E is pretty much a U. (and even though an E is a pass, no one wants an E)

join some extra-curricular things! it’s just awkward to get to writing your personal statement and having absolutely nothing to say, so join a society, a drama club, do sports, whatever the fuck you want. show you have passion and dedication (also do an epq! can win you extra ucas points)

this is when you really need to get a grip on procrastination. leaving homework until the night before just won’t help you, it is way too stressful

^ so use your free time effectively!

don’t, whatever else you do, keep your work only on a memory stick. in secondary school you could leave shit on your area but bc you have more free time/fewer contact hours you’ll be required to do more work at home. use a memory stick, that’s fine, but TRANSFER YOUR DOCS!!!!!!!!!!!! I lost (but then found) my memory stick recently, and I was despairing at how much I had to rewrite. or use iCloud/Dropbox/Google Drive/email and keep all your docs on your home computer

keep your goddamn folder organised

actuaLLY REVISE FOR TESTS! even if they’re seemingly irrelevant, you will get good feedback. if you don’t put in hard work, you won’t get the grades. at gcse you can somewhat afford to laze around, but even the most intelligent student will get caught out at alevel

use the goddamn resources you’re given! fucking hell, the college pays for a lot of that shit, USE IT

if your college lets you wear your own clothes, have fun exploring your style, and dye your hair like I did!

start revising for end of year mocks at EASTER. it’s so hard to revise during the term because the teachers do NOT ease up the work load, so use the holiday effectively

you might be allowed to leave the exam hall early, but I wouldn’t advise it unless you’re confident you’ve answered every question perfectly. lots of people who left early ended up feeling disappointed

oh yeah and you won’t have a summer holiday lmao. my summer has literally been entirely work (ok except when I went abroad). think back on your summer fondly. you won’t see that again until you finish your alevels

English Literature tips:

learn terminology! v v useful, will earn you lots of marks

make sure you know what happens in each scene/section of the texts you study. this is VERY important when it comes to extract work

coursework: work as hard as you can on the first draft! you have way less time on the second draft, so you don’t want to be slaving away in front of the computer every night

History tips:

make flashcards as you go, because there is a LOT of content. at least do it for dates

Tudor history, if you do it, uses VERY different skills to gcse history. you have to interact with sources and the debate

tbh the entire course requires you to debate and evaluate, not just name and describe. if you don’t have the skills, you’ll get very little marks from just having knowledge

Psychology tips:

ok research methods are awful and really fucking boring, so if you do those in the first term like I did, you’ll start to question why the fuck you picked psychology. BUT, if you get through it, it’ll only get more and more interesting.

make sure you understand research methods! they form the basis for evaluation in each topic, so you use them ALL the time. also, they make up 25% of the grade, so they’re pretty fucking important

again, there is SO much content, so try to keep it warm, or you’ll be fucked by the time mocks come along

EPQ (extended project qualification) tips:

so this is basically a project you do for a grade that’s equivilent to half an alevel

pick an interesting topic! you won’t have motivation otherwise. I’m doing a pirate novella ;)

aim to do work for it every week, and KEEP TRACK of what you did each week! otherwise you’ll be sweating when you have to put your folder/portfolio/scrapbook together

yeah so that’s pretty much it, if anyone has any q’s, feel free to ask. I might be able to help for other subjects too, but I have a limited knowledge

good luck with the year ahead!

[asphuxia]

Morning Woods – (Forest: Team A)

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Mitama was normally one to sleep through anything. She had nearly slept through an attack on her home that would have ended her own life if not for her father’s persistence. A nightmare, though unpleasant, is not enough to rouse her from the embrace of sleep that she craves so often. A nightmare and a shout that cracks through the air, however, is a bit more effective.

Mitama grumbles to herself as she slowly moves her way to a vertical position. She rubs at her eyes, blinking the dust of rest away. The big one, Ike, is the source of the shout as he paces and looks around. It takes Mitama a moment to realize they no longer find themselves in the safety of their own camp. No, around them instead is unfamiliar forest that they had strived so hard to enter, with a fog that masks their surroundings.

(Siegbert is not there, she notes absently, and though there is a panicked thump in her chest at the realization, she lets out a slow breath to allow the feeling to pass. Panic will do no good.)

She takes a deep breath and allows her eyes to close. The sounds of Claude and Ike’s altercation fills her ears as she attempts to remember the night before. Thankfully, no drum thrums inside her own head.

“It’ll be fine.” Mitama grumbles to herself, brushing dirt off her skirt. Her voice is low, an obvious mockery of her larger classmate. “I can only die on battlefield. Mushrooms will not kill me. How could I possibly end up at a battlefield in this strange forest?”

Mitama let out a heavy sigh. She opens her eyes to see Claude a knife now at Claude’s side. She frowns disapprovingly at that, but even more so at the pathetic way he stumbles to his feet. “The sober observer, correct?”

She makes her way to his side. Disapproval of Claude’s habits aside, he is still the only person here who she has seen shown any form of leadership so far. “Milo seems to have proved himself competent in unexpected ways.” She places a hand on his arm to help him steady and gives his face a quick look. Dehydration, most likely. And much as she would like to express the petty anger she feels brimming, she would prefer to die somewhere comfortable than a strange forest.

“Any plans, Fearless House Leader?”

the ringing in her head and the dryness in her mouth almost entirely make eir unsure of whether she had died from the alcohol, or slept until she couldn’t remember. the fact that she is alive ( and groggily blinking herself awake to a mad cacophony within the confines of her head ) makes her sure it is the latter. gloved hands rise to wipe at her face— her eyes, really, but she finds that within itself to be a difficult task— and press into her cheeks; tiredly, she belatedly realizes she is rather cold.

the walls of her throat are hoarse; eir feels as though the need for water had come to sharpen its blade against her tenfold. every noise that processes through her ears resounds as a tremor against her head; pulsing to the uneven, irregular rhythm of pain. a slight cough presses itself against the walls of her mouth as eir attempts to stand— she flinches as the sound of a rock coming into contact with a body comes to her ears, and inhales sharply at the small aftershock that occurs within her skull. her world spins, slightly— the headache and fatigue alone is enough to give her a reason to want solace in death.

( and as somber as the thought is, eir finds herself nearly missing the cold edge of hel’s scythe— it is the attrition alone that makes her beg for the reprieve — despite the next life’s pains. )

though the alcohol’s aftermath upon her would lack an ablution for the time being, she makes an effort to quell her pains through her own resolve. its efficiency falls much shorter than of that she would have hoped to achieve. to her side, she barely recognizes the two that were... ( arguing? she’s unsure. ) certainly throwing things at each other to be ike and claude. claude seemed to be in a slightly better state than she was— but noticeably afflicted by the vices of alcohol in the morrow, whereas ike did little to relieve either of their heads of their aches. eir squints, harder. at least mitama seemed fine— and... the last figure, she guesses, wildly, would be hector. the five of them, alone; eir absentmindedly wonders where everyone else had gone.

with a slow, deep inhale, she steadies herself upon her own two feet. “we are...” she murmurs slowly, in lieu of a nonsensical mumble that would have otherwise come toppling out of her unfeeling mouth, “...” eir blinks. numbly, her head tilts; turns, then, to truly observe the thick fog that surrounded them. azure eyes narrowing, she tries what she now considers her hungover best. “... in the forest...?”