#plus i can study a little tomorrow morning bc i have to get up for social media team

[callixton]

i NEED to work on this monologue like i cannot embarrass myself my first time acting in front of that prof but also i’m so tired it hurts to move at all…. i also need to make more food which takes effort + will only make me more sleepy

[yuta-nakamots]

misfit - j.sc

Pairing - Sungchan x Reader

Genre - Horror/Thriller, Angst, Fluff

Warnings - serial killer, character death, violence, murder, implications of sex

Summary - A murderer is on the loose, killing with no regret and ending the lives of more than just a few people. No one knew who it was, turning against each other upon even the slightest bit of doubt. Maybe you should’ve been more careful with who you chose to trust. 

Word Count - 5.3k

A/N - this is inspired entirely from a dream I had a few days ago. I've added very little to what I saw in my dream aside from Sungchan as the male lead. yes, I am freaked out by this and yes, I am scared of writing for Sungchan bc I don’t know his personality all too well but as an ‘01 liner myself I have faith in us

Written for the #NeoHalloween writing festival hosted by @nct-writers​. Check out the masterlist here.

For five months now, your town has lived in fear. A serial killer was on the loose and he was known by the name of Hickleback Jack though no one knew where the name came from or who had started it. Each month, the population of your town voted on the local community board to have one person executed who they thought was Hickleback Jack. So far, not a single guess was right leaving five innocent people dead. Well, five plus an extra thirty, give or take.

See, the thing about Hickleback Jack, was that every time the votes came in at the end of the month, he could see just who voted for him and targeted them as his next victims. He killed six of those people over the following month, adding up to seven dead each time the town guessed incorrectly. It was getting to a point where no one trusted each other, no one dared to say anything against each other in fear of being accused or in fear of being the next to fall mercy to Hickleback Jack.

Not much was known about this killer other than his appearance. He’s male with a tall and broad figure though he always covers his face with some kind of mask. His common weapon is known to be an axe. People have claimed to have seen him late at night under the dim orange glow of the street lamps but he was never caught by the authorities, leaving everyone restless and waiting for the next kill.

The night was still young when you had gotten home from school and it was a Friday night which was basically an open invitation for you to call over your boyfriend, Sungchan. He had transferred in to your university at the start of the school year, and had ended up sitting next to you during your sophomore seminar class, leading to the start of your friendship with him.

A simple friendship soon blossomed into a relationship after Sungchan’s bright personality began shining through his somewhat intimidating exterior. You lived without fear when Sungchan was around, the love you had for him blocking out anything else in the world that wasn’t him.

You sat on your bed, your homework spread out in front of you while you held your phone up to your ear. “Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask as soon as he picks up your call.

You hear rustling on the other end of the call before Sungchan clears his throat and speaks, his voice husky from sleep. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said, do you want to come over tonight?” You paused and heard him yawn. “You fell asleep after class didn’t you?” You smiled to yourself thinking of your boyfriend’s handsome face as he napped after getting back to his apartment once he finished with his classes for the day, which was a common occurrence now that the semester was in full swing.

“Mmm,” he hummed in thought, “as much as I’d love to, I really shouldn’t have taken that nap because of how much homework I have.”

“Oh, that’s okay, do your homework first,” you reassure him, “maybe we can hang out some other time this weekend. It’s only Friday after all.”

“Definitely. Are you starting yours right now?” Sungchan asked.

“Yeah, I’d rather not wait and end up cramming on Sunday night.” You laughed, knowing that said event has happened more times that you’d like to admit.

Sungchan let out a noise of agreement. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with my homework though.”

“Same here.” You promised.

“Alright, let’s get to work and I’ll talk to you soon.” He told you.

“Sounds good, love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that you hung up, eager to start on your homework in hopes of getting to spend more time with your boyfriend. You actually had a lot of it this weekend thanks to molecular biology, and you figured that if you couldn’t talk to Sungchan, who had yet to take the course, you called up your study group discord instead. Luckily, many of them were in similar situations as you, faced with the daunting task of completing all the worksheets assigned during class earlier in the day.

“Okay so was anyone paying attention during the lecture today?” Your classmate Chenle asked.

“I know Yeji fell asleep so you’re in the same boat as her.” You interject, recalling the sight of both of them knocked out in their seats as the professor droned on about the functions of the structures inside cells.

Yeji let out a gasp of shock at how blatantly you called her out. “I may have fallen asleep but at least I still know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

“Everyone knows that, Yeji.” Your other classmate Jaemin said, his voice void of enthusiasm.

“Okay, Jaemin, we get it, Mr. Serious.” You teased.

“Yeah, this is a biology study group, not a bible study group, lighten up a little.” Chenle jokes.

Jaemin scoffed, “sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who’s trying to do well in this class.”

“Well not all of us enjoy the taste of coffee with six shots of caffeine in them.” Yeji argued back.

“Guys,” you called out as Jaemin and Yeji started arguing, “guys!” They finally stopped to hear what you had to say. “Let’s just get this over with sooner rather than later because I know none of us want to be awake at 2am trying to figure this out alone.”

“Agreed,” Chenle said, “so question three, the one about the DNA mutation, how is missense different from nonsense?”

“Missense is where one of the bases mutates and changes to something else, therefore changing the protein level,” Jaemin explained, “nonsense is the same theoretical concept except it spells out one of the stop codes.”

Yeji let out a groan, “can you slow down, or like, I don’t know, use easier words or something?”

Most of your night passed by like this and before you knew it, it was already nearing midnight and you could tell your classmates were just as exhausted as you. “I think we should call it here.”

“Definitely,” Yeji confirmed, “tomorrow morning at 10?”

You all let out similar answers of acknowledgement before Chenle spoke up. “The poll closes on tomorrow night so make sure to vote if you haven’t already.”

Because of how long this has been going on for, everyone was already on the same page once someone mentioned the poll or voting. “There were only five kills this month so I wouldn’t be surprised if the last one is announced tomorrow or Sunday morning.” Jaemin chimed in.

“All the recent kills were related to the university so I know a lot of people are suspecting someone in our age range.” Yeji informed the group.

Jaemin let out a chuckle, “if the killer actually is a college student, I wouldn’t be surprised since it is getting close to the last wave of midterms and then finals so that would explain why the victims fall into the same category.” The chat fell silent at that. “I’m just saying that he’s getting a little lazy by grouping all his kills like this.”

“Jaemin, are you sure you’re not the killer?” Chenle asked with a laugh at the end.

“Guys, I can promise you that I’m not the killer, I swear on my life.” Jaemin promised.

“Alright, that’s enough detective work for tonight, I’ll start the call again around 10 tomorrow. Sounds good?” You conclude, wanting to curl up under your covers already, which is exactly what you do once everyone wishes each other a good night and hung up.  

Morning came a little too quickly for your liking, the bright sunlight flooding into your room through the window and forcing you awake. Checking your phone, you saw that it was 9:30am, meaning you had some time to spare before your next meeting with the bio study group, along with a notification from Sungchan that he had sent well after you had fallen asleep.

Sungchan > y/n

2:14am: Just got rescheduled to work opening shift tomorrow.

2:15am: Didn’t finish my homework but I can stop by at your house after work with my stuff and we can hang out and have fun once we’re both done?

Your heart warmed at how he stayed up late trying to finish his homework for you and that he suggested the idea of coming over after his shift at a small local restaurant finished just so the two of you could be together even if you’d be focusing on your own tasks for a while.

y/n > Sungchan

9:32am: Sorry I didn’t text back earlier, I just woke up!

9:32am: But of course you can come over, I might even be done with my work by then ;)

You plugged your phone to let it charge and left it on your nightstand as you made yourself breakfast downstairs. The house was quiet since your mom already left for work and you dad worked a night shift job and was probably sleeping at the moment. It was strangely serene as you prepared yourself a bowl of cereal though the calm was rudely interrupted by the sound of your ringtone coming from your room.

Deciding to get it after eating breakfast, you poured the cereal in first, thinking about the way Sungchan had told you before that he liked to pour the milk first and let the cereal soak up the milk. “It makes it super soggy and I like it.” He tried reasoning with you, to which you only raised an eyebrow at.

Just as you put the milk carton back into the refrigerator and was about to take a bit of your cereal, your phone started going off again. You placed your bowl onto the kitchen table and made your way back up to your bedroom to see what it was that was so important this early in the morning. Checking the notifications, it was Yeji who had been calling you so you shot her a message.

y/n > Yeji

9:39am: What’s up?

Yeji > y/n

9:40am: I just dreamt that it was Jaemin who was the killer

9:40am: please call me right now I feel like I’m going to go insane

You heeded her words and called her immediately. “So what happened in the dream?”

“I don’t know, I just remember being chased by a man with an axe and I was running to the school to try to see if I could get help but then I tripped and when I turned around, it was Jaemin.” Yeji blurted out without a single breath in between.

You paused, trying to take in all the information she just threw at you. “Do you have any reason as to why you think you dreamt this?”

“The way he was talking last night,” she stopped to catch her breath, “he spoke so in detail that I couldn’t help but overthink like, what if he is actually the killer? What if we’re next?”

“Well, you can vote for him in the poll if you want but personally, I don’t think it’s him.” You think of your next words carefully. “I’m not trying to invalidate your thoughts but Jaemin does come from a reputable family-”

“Y/n, it could be anyone. Family doesn’t matter. We have no information on the guy, we don’t know what economic class he’s in or anything.” Yeji interrupted.

You took a few seconds to gather your thoughts before speaking again. “That is true, but we all know Jaemin wants to be a surgeon right? He’s in all these difficult classes and he maintains such high grades-”

“Okay but how is that relevant?” Yeji interrupted yet again.

She was getting on your nerves but you held yourself back. “Listen, I’m just trying to say that with the amount of time and effort he puts into school, I don’t think he could be the killer. The killer plans his kills well enough that we just can’t find him and that probably takes just as much time as school does for us.”

Yeji took a while to respond though when she did, her words surprised you. “Now you’re starting to sound like the killer.”

“Yeji, I can promise you that it’s not me. I’m just as scared as you are in this whole situation,” you reasoned, “I’ll even vote for Jaemin if it makes you feel better.”

She let out a sigh across the line. “Okay fine. Maybe a kill will happen while we’re on the call and it’ll clear Jaemin’s name.”

“I think you’re letting it all get to you, just try not to think about it for a bit.” You advised.

“But am I really overreacting y/n? We live every day in fear of being the next victim. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us, so am I really overreacting?” You look over at the clock on your wall as she spoke, realizing that it’s already 9:55 and you should probably start the call already.

“No, I don’t think you’re overreacting, I’m just saying that constantly thinking about it to this extent isn’t good for you. We still have school to pay attention to,” you explain, “speaking of, I’m gonna start the call now.”

“I can’t just stop thinking about it that easily but whatever, let’s just hope that we’re not associating ourselves with a murderer by doing this.” You can only shake your head as you start the call.

Chenle joined immediately followed by Yeji. “Good morning ladies, President Zhong here. How are we doing on this fine day?”

You rolled your eyes even though a smile spread across your face. “I’m doing good, Mr. President. Ready to finish off these worksheets.”

“Good, good,” Chenle affirmed, sticking with his act, “and you, Miss Yeji?”

“Fine.” She shot out.

Chenle let out a quiet chuckle, “someone’s a little grumpy this morning. Maybe we should’ve met a bit later.”

“No, let’s just get this over with.” Yeji grumbled just as Jaemin joined.

“Great! Now that the head brain cell is here, let’s get this meeting started.” Chenle exclaimed.

Four hours into your meeting and eight out of ten worksheets later, your phone begins to ring with an incoming call from Sungchan. “Hold on guys, I gotta take this call. Hello?”

“I’m downstairs, come pick me up.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies that spread throughout your chest upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice. You got up to let him in though you certainly didn’t miss the teasing coming from your laptop as your classmates yelled about you and Sungchan.

As you made your way downstairs, you froze halfway down the stairs, seeing Sungchan already in the kitchen eating the bowl of cereal you forgot about. “I’m guessing you made this for yourself earlier and forgot to eat it.” He said through a mouthful of food.

“Babe, no, don’t eat that, it’s like five hours old. The milk is probably stale.” You exclaimed, worried about his health if it really did go bad.

Sungchan only shrugged as he took another spoonful into his mouth. “Tastes fine to me.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to head back upstairs. “Join me in my room once you’re ready, you cereal monster. Leave the dishes in the sink too.” As you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but wonder how Sungchan got in though you figure he’s probably seen you use the spare key under the doormat a couple times since you often were too lazy to get your own keys out of your bag most of the time.

When you sat down in front of your computer again, Jaemin had just finished explaining the answer to the problem you guys were working on earlier so you chimed in asking him to go over it again though he was quickly overrun by an excited Chenle. “Is Sungchan there?” He practically yelled.

“No, not yet, he’s eating some soggy cereal downstairs.” You inform him.

“Alright, let me know when he comes in.” Chenle says, unphased by your boyfriends’ odd preference of cereal.

Halfway through Jaemin’s explanation, Sungchan came into your room, placing his bag down at the foot of the bed before he took his jacket off and stripped out of his work uniform. “I heard a door open, is that Sungchan?” Chenle shouted over Jaemin once more.

“I never get to fucking speak in this group.” Jaemin huffed, at which Chenle muttered a quick ‘sorry’ back.

“Yes, Chenle, Sungchan is here,” you announce, looking over at the boy in question who had just finished pulling a shirt over his head and winked when he saw you staring at his body, “he seems very flirty today, must be because of you, Mr. Zhong.”

Sungchan sits down next to you and places a kiss on your cheek, smelling oddly of cleaning supplies, but you pay no mind to that, figuring he must have used them at work. “How’s it going Chenle?” He asks, though his attention is only on you and he places his hands on your cheeks and leaves a quick kiss on your lips.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear the two of you kissing,” Chenle remarks, earning a laugh from Sungchan, “but anyways, you should come back to the basketball team. We miss our giant point guard, you know.”

“Nah, I’m too busy these days. I already have work and school plus I still want to spend time with y/n.” He commented as he shifted to lie on his stomach next to you.

“Man, who knew a girl would be all it took to make this dude throw his love for basketball out the window.” Chenle taunted.

“Love makes you do things, you know how it is.” Sungchan replied, resting his head on your thigh.

Running a hand through his hair, “anyways,” you divert, “back to what Jaemin was saying about meiosis.”

“Thank you, y/n, I thought I’d never be able to speak again.” Jaemin uttered pointedly. “As I was saying, the main difference between meiosis and mitosis is that it creates four daughter cells instead of two like mitosis does.”

“Hey guys, wait, did you see the article that just came out?” Yeji inquired. “It’s another death.”

There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything. “No but you can read it to us.” Chenle concluded.

“Okay,” you could hear the deep breath Yeji took before reading the article, “it says here that the body was found at around 1:20pm in an alley between the lower-income housing apartments, the cause of death is assumed to be by Hickleback Jack using his axe, and the estimated time of death is anywhere from 12 to 1pm.”

“Wow,” Jaemin began, “so he just killed out in broad daylight.”

“Not gonna lie Jaemin, but I thought you were the killer.” Yeji let out blatantly.

You were mildly shocked at her bluntness, but not surprised given how stressed everyone was. “Me?” Jaemin gasped, “Yeji, you know I’m pretty much Rapunzel with how much time I spend in my room studying. And when I’m not studying, I’m either editing pictures or playing video games.”

“It’s true,” Chenle confirms, “he really doesn’t leave his room. We had a sleepover once and I felt like I was becoming a hermit like him.” Sungchan slightly wheezed at that, sending Chenle over the moon. “Did you hear that? Did you guys hear that? Sungchan thinks I’m funny!”

“Yeah yeah, enough about me being a hermit. But Yeji,” Jaemin addressed, “why did you think it was me?”

Yeji hesitated before responding. “I just- the way you were talking the other night...I don’t know. It just sounded so specific and detailed that I couldn’t help but think that it could have been you.”

“I don’t think a murderer would simply reveal his plans like that, you know.” Sungchan proposed.

“Well yeah, but it’s just the way he spoke, it was like he had things organized...you know what? Let’s forget I said that, but I know the four of us are clear.” Yeji resigned.

Sungchan sat up, “wait, why am I not cleared?”

“Y/n, what time did he call you?”

“Like 2-ish.”

“Exactly. Sungchan, you don’t have an alibi, as far as we know, until 2 and the time of death is stated to be 12 to 1pm.”

“I was at work earlier in the day, though.”

“Can you prove it to us?” Yeji pressed on.

“Yeah, my coworkers can vouch for me.”

You were quite surprised at how aggressive Yeji was being towards your boyfriend but you didn’t see any reason to stop her since she had very valid arguments. “Send a screenshot of it to Chenle and we’ll verify you from there.” Yeji commanded.

Sungchan slouched down a little next to you. “I don’t have the numbers of my coworkers though.”

“Alright, then you’re still on the list of suspects.”

After finishing all the worksheets for microbio and ending the call around 3:30, Sungchan pulled out his laptop and started typing away at a half-finished lab report for his human A&P class. You fell asleep curled into his body, his warmth and the constant tapping of his keyboard lulling you to sleep.

When you woke again, you immediately noticed the absence of a large boy next to you and frowned to yourself. As you came to, you heard noise coming from the kitchen and identified your mother’s voice followed by Sungchan’s. Noticing the time on your phone, you guess that he was probably helping her prepare dinner since it was already past 6 and your family ate around 7 before your dad left for work.

By the time you made yourself presentable and came downstairs, your mom and Sungchan were already setting the table. “Looks like our sleepyhead finally woke up.” Your mother exclaimed, making you grimace. “You didn’t tell me Sungchan was staying over,” you were about to open your mouth to say that you didn’t know that either but you weren’t given the chance to do so, “it’s okay, especially with that killer still on the loose, it makes me feel better knowing there’s someone around to protect my baby.”

You looked at Sungchan as if asking him for answers though he seemed to only avoid your gaze, reluctantly taking the seat across from you at the dining table. Your father walked in, delighted to see your boyfriend. “Sungchan! Good to see you, how are things at school?” He asked as he joined you all at the table.

“Okay for the most part, I haven’t taken to my writing class all that much though I enjoy my other science classes.” Sungchan answers.

Your dad hums in approval while you stare down Sungchan, trying to get him to look at you. “Remind me again what you’re majoring in again?” Your mom asks, Sungchan whips his head around faster than you can make eye contact with him.

“I’m majoring in forensics.” He states.

“Interesting, interesting,” your father contemplates, “you know, y/n here wants to become a pediatrician. The two of you are practically opposites in the science field, one dealing with crime and the other dealing with children.”

Sungchan let out a laugh, “I guess opposites really do attract then.”

You hated how well he entertained your parents and you hated how much they liked him. For the rest of dinner you tried to pin him down through your stares and even played a game of footsie with him but nothing seemed to work. It was only once the two of you were back in your room getting ready for bed that you were able to talk to him.

“Look, I’m not mad at you or anything, I’d just appreciate it if you talked to me first before just telling my parents that you’re staying over.” You told him as you went through your skincare routine.

Sungchan jumped onto your bed as he apologized. “Sorry, I just thought that since both of us finished our homework and with the killing today, it would just make sense for me to stay over.” He opened his arms, inviting you in as you stood up after finishing your night routine.

You copied him, jumping into your bed straight onto Sungchan, effectively pushing the air out of his body. He grunted as your weight fell onto him though he still wrapped his arms around your waist and shifted you up the length of your body so your face was level with his. “Hi” you giggle, shy from the sudden close proximity.

“Hey.” He says back with a smile as you slide off him, leaving an arm and leg slung over his body. “Tired?”

“No, not really, I took a nap earlier since someone didn’t care to wake me up.”

“You looked too cute, besides, you need all the rest you can get.” Sungchan explained, using his free hand to squish your cheeks. “If you’re really not tired then I know a way to make you tired.” His hand found its way down to your butt to further emphasize his point.

“Ew, no, not now.” You quickly refused, moving his hand up to your waist. “Just go to sleep and I’ll probably fall asleep after you anyways.”

“Oh wait,” Sungchan said, reaching over you to the nightstand for his phone, “did you vote on the poll yet?”

“No, I almost forgot.” You groaned, lazily reaching for your phone as well.

You pull up the local community board and enter your information, looking at the list of all the citizens, pondering on who you’d give your vote to. “Who are you voting for?” Sungchan asks, looking over at your screen.

“I really don’t know.” You tell him, though truthfully, you had someone in mind.

Thanks to the nap you had, you really couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You ended up dozing off occasionally but you’d wake up half an hour later only more irritated than when you first fell asleep.

You don’t remember what time it was, but at some point, Sungchan had removed himself from your grasp, unaware that you were still awake, though you made no effort to stop him thinking that he was just going to use the restroom and come back. Five minutes passed, five minutes turned into ten, then twenty, and you decided to check on him once thirty minutes had passed.

The house was completely dark, not even the light from the bathroom was on. You checked inside in case Sungchan had maybe gotten hurt and passed out, but he was nowhere to be found. After searching almost all the rooms in your house, you had yet to find any sign of him. After a bit of thinking, you had wandered out to your mothers’ greenhouse thinking that maybe some time with the plants would help to calm your mind.

It did anything but that.

Not long after setting foot inside of the small shed, you heard screams coming from nearby, getting closer and closer. You watched from the inside of the tinted glass as three girls ran through your backyard and into the next property. You couldn’t help it that you were frozen to your core, knowing who was coming.

You saw his frame as he jumped over the fence from the other end of your yard, axe in hand, running through the open grass and you thought he might have noticed you until he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued on you. You should’ve ducked down as soon as the girls ran past but it was too late now and there was no second way out of the greenhouse.

You knew you should have tried to run, maybe smash through the glass panelling but something in you told you that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to stop him. Steeling your nerves as he crosses the threshold of the greenhouse, you call out to him. “I know who you are.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

It was as if your world was crumbling before you, the once so comfortable relationship you knew felt fake, even though Sungchan, your loving boyfriend stood right there. The only difference was that you knew who he really was.

“Why?” You start, “why did you kill all those innocent people?”

“It’s all for fun, y/n.”

“What do you mean ‘for fun’? Those are real people you know, people with families and friends who miss them dearly.” You nearly cry out as he continues to approach you.

“You see, life is a game.” He paused his words as he came to stand in front of you. “Laws are nothing but a social construct that us humans follow mindlessly until our own demise.”

He takes a step closer to you, but you stand your ground. “Laws are what keep us safe and keep us happy. They allow us to lead our lives peacefully with others-”

“They are nothing but limits.” He closes the distance between the two of you, an arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him, and you allow him to do so. “My dear, sweet, y/n. If only you weren’t so smart, I wouldn’t be faced with this dilemma.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” You were trying to persuade him just as much as you were to yourself. “You’d never.”

“Oh? And what makes you think that?”

“You love me.”

“I do, I love you so dearly, but now that you know who’s behind all the killings, there’s no way that I can let you go.” You felt his axe nudge the back of your leg as he brought both arms around you. To an outsider, it would look as if a couple were having a conversation, but for you, this was a fight for your life.

“Take off the mask.”

“Why should I?”

“So I can talk to you properly.”

He took off the mask without much more convincing, his normally handsome face now distorted by the crazed look in his eyes. People often say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if they really were, then Sungchan didn’t have a soul.

“I swear to you that I won’t ever tell anyone about this, about you.”

“I don’t believe that you’ll keep that promise, my dear.”

“You know how much I love you. As long as we can stay together, I will not say anything.”

“This is not a tale of beauty and the beast. I am no beast to be tamed and there is no happy ending to this story.”

“Sungchan, no. You don’t mean that.”

“Do I really not mean it, or is that what you would like to believe? Something tells me it’s the latter.” He held you tight against him with one arm, the other raising his axe. “It’s truly a shame that your beauty must go to waste, you were truly a wonderful person both inside and out but I’m afraid that your life must end here.”

Before he could prep his swing, you pulled away and grabbed the nearest pot, launching it at him, the ceramic breaking against his head making dirt rain down upon both of you.

Not even a second passed before his axe was flying at you, lodging itself into your neck, nearly severing your head from your shoulder. You should’ve been thankful really, thankful that Sungchan had given you a quick death, not his usual route since it was so painless and easy for both the victim and the assailant.

He liked a struggle, but for you he made an exception out of love so that the last thing you’d see was him, your lover, before everything stopped.

[jamaiskookie]

bangtan headcanon: OT7 IN HIGH SCHOOL 📓✂️

☞ genre; fluff, crack

☞ warnings; excessively stupid

masterlist  u wanna talk to highschool!bangtan?

《KIM SEOKJIN》

class clown

always manages to sneak kimbap in class, and stuffs his face despite being in the front row. 

he’s alarmingly good at sneaking food into places. 

cafeteria ladies love jin so much. 

and every christmas he brings in his perfected sugar cookies and never shares them.

(he’s in the cooking club)

((he’s the only one in the cooking club))

will interrupt the teacher to make a bad joke. 

“yes so helium is the fo- oh yes seokjin?“

“i was reading an excellent book about helium, i couldn’t put it down!! ahHAHAHHYUKHYUKAHHAHAHHA“ 

nobody’s?? really sure?? if he’s dating namjoon or not?? it’s the schools biggest mystery, there’s currently a betting pool going on worth about $500

likes to annoy namjoon and yoongi about holding bake sales. 

is surprisingly good at planning parties?? but never hosts them?? hoseok always gets him to plan his parties and he even planned prom!!

he’s particularly proud with the theme he came up with. 

‘zombie meets elegance‘ 

it was actually pretty nicely pulled off (much to the shock of the entire student body) 

《MIN YOONGI》

student council president 

takes his job very!! seriously!! 

fights with the principal on funding daily. 

doesn’t come to school without coffee and resting bitch face.

even the teachers are afraid of this short little emo boy. 

is the only one who actually wears the school uniform properly with the little tie and jacket because that’s how you show school spirit. 

definitely that closeted gay in high school who thinks nobody knows about his homosexuality when in fact, everyone knows.

(nobody has the guts to bring it up to him though)

“hyung why are you staring at jimin’s as-“

 “-NO WHY GET BACK TO WORK” 

actually enjoys doing morning announcements. 

“make sure to check out jin’s dumb bake sale i think he’s selling brownies for some charitable reason anYWAYS time for min’s advice column!!“ 

min’s advice column is yoongi’s free therapy. namjoon suggested adding an advice column to the school paper so now yoongi just judges his classmates’s decisions gives subpar advice. 

“i personally think you have no chance with this girl, but you’re clearly hell bent on asking her out. it’s a dumb choice. good luck.“ 

《JUNG HOSEOK》

fuckboy

throws obnoxious parties at his parent’s huge ass mansion. 

somehow?? is?? the nicest? playboy??? evER??

will respect your girl’s boundaries but also would 300% hit on her when you’re not looking. 

aftercare king wILL cuddle with you and help you clean up or whatever until jimin eventually comes in screaming. 

his school id says “hobi 💦👅” ... noone knows how he managed to do it (taehyung thinks he seduced the secretary) 

surprisingly good at romance even though he deTests dating

“it’s a waste of time, money, and ass.“  “- what?”

gives everyone dating advice whether they want it or nOt- he lives his *shhh very secret* romantic fantasies through his best friends. 

once helped taehyung ask out his girlfriend... they’re still going strong!!

defo has daddy issues that he never talks about,, maybe if a girl finds it sexc™️ in that kind of messed-up-bad-boy-she-could-fix vibe he’ll bring it up

kinda failing science lmao he probably needs a tutor.. but will never admit he needs a tutor for sake of his pride. 

most definitely has had sex in the janitor’s closet a couple times, up until yoongi caught him once, reported him to the school board and got him suspended... for a month. 

(yoongi has no regrets, that was the best month of his life.)

《KIM NAMJOON》

student vice president

honestly would probably be the council president and is the most qualified for it but can’t be bothered.

plus he hates public speaking and the president has to speak at assemblies.  

genuinely enjoys learning!! bUT HATES GROUP PROJECTS

because every single fucking time taehyung and jimin pester him about teaming up and he ends up doing like 75% of the work.

not because anyone forces him to or anything.

it’s because jimin and tae are such dumbasses every time they finish their work namjoon has a sudden uRGE TO REDO ALL OF IT BC THEY GOT IT WRONG.

tries to take all AP subjects.

gives up and drops half of them by the second semester.

great student but also will “no yoongi i don’t want to fucking play basketball i've been awake for thirty hours trying to finish this goddamn essay that’s due tomorrow. wHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY DIDN’T I DO IT EARLIER I WAS BUSY TAKING CARE OF MY BONSAI TREES.“

started the school paper!! it’s called “persona post”

writes about actual relevant things like political events and global problems, but everyone else just writes about school gossip *sigh*

although that one column examining hobi’s sex and dating life was a pretty fun piece of writing to read through. 

he sits in the back of the classroom and never raises his hand even though he knows the answer like 95% of the time.

definitely has a crush on seokjin

《PARK JIMIN》

the one everyone has a crush on

and when i say everyone i mean everyone, even hoseok has had a crisis over park jimin. 

(jungkook is definitely president of his fan club) ((in case it wasn’t clear, he’s dating jungkook))

school’s golden boy, basically gets away with everything with a bat of an eye... and the most infuriating thing is he doesn’t even realise it. 

“omg jimin!! you’re so cute!! this shirt looks sO good on you, can i touCH?” “omg thank you i didn’t think it fit well because it’s my boyfriends but that’s so sweet!!” “boy... hm?”

mom friend: sweetest bitch alive and is always worrying about his friends but everyone knows he’s secretly really fucking kinky.

(again, jungkook has no comment)

the kind of person who celebrates christmas in june. 

literally- he starts putting decorations in his locker and around the school mid june. by november, he’s wearing reindeer ears to school.

*lowkey kind of a nerd* genuinely enjoys studying with namjoon.

“well, studying with anybody else is just too stressful!! plus, namjoon’s so chill. he doesn’t look like it but he actually is super sweet and nice!!!“

“... please take those reindeer ears off, it’s embarrassing.“ 

half of the school would probably cut off an arm to sleep with him. seriously, he gets offers like everYDAY it’s kinda getting tiRING

is considering starting a youtube channel where he just takes videos of all the dogs and babies he meets throughout the day. 

“idk i think vlogging would be fun“

《KIM TAEHYUNG》

art hoe

nEVER FUCKING STUDIES OR PAYS ATTENTION BUT GETS DECENT GRADES.

the definition of bisexual mess, WILL trip when he sees hot people.

exclusively wears wired gold glasses and soft neutral sweaters to school. if it’s a good day he’ll wear a beanie. on special occasions he’ll maybe throw in some fUN loafers.

dyes his hair to match ~the vibes~ of that season. the most recent wild hair colour is cool toned teal. 

jungkook said he looks like leprechaun shit, but tae really likes it. 

tried to go vegan countless times, failed each and every one when he passed by a mc donalds. 

carries his sketchbook wherever he goes. he has that thing around 24/7, 100% would not be surprised if he slept with it under his pillow.

really quiet until he has a point to make;; like that time where he launched into a three hour screaming lecture on how phineas and ferb is an animated masterpiece.

drinks tea purely for the aesthetic of it. 

goes to hipster coffee shops to pretend to study... ends up watching barbie movies and critiquing them on the writing blog that he thinks nobody knows about. 

watches anime in class (he recently rewatched all of ATLA for the third time,, failed his econ class but worth it!!1!!1)

《JEON JUNGKOOK》

preppy jock

once again, everyone is attracted to him, but he’s so whipped for jimin everyone’s crush fades away once they talk to him because-

“oh it’s so cool that you have a dog!! you know, i think jimin kind of looks like a pomeranian sometimes it’s sO CUTE- hm? oh jimin’s my boyfriend.“

... it’s disgustingly adorable. 

plays almost every sport and is somehow always the team captain. not out of obligation or with leadership skills or anything, everyone else just votes for him. 

mess with his friends and he’ll put a stink bomb in your locker. 

his nickname is “golden baby” because he’s good at everything, teachers love him so much. 

grades? sTELLAR. sports? he’s done them ALL. creativity? pAINTED THE SCHOOL MURAL. service? volunteers at a pet shelter whenever he can (the bunnies love him for some reason) 

everyone either is 

a) in love w him, wants to fuck

b) jealous of him but is also secretly gay for him

pretends to not know how talented and cool he is and plays it off super cool

proceeds to fail, the only thing he’s bad at is humble bragging. 

“wow omg lol i got a 100 on my bio test and yesterday i got a hole in one in golf, my first time playing it but it’s chill i guess hahhah day in my life amirite.“

**this headcanon is the start of the bangtan school series, stay tuned**

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[perpetualteenelf]

What were your school years like and do you think if you were able to be out throughout those years that a) you would have been and b) you’d be better for it? I came across this question in a recent trans study /poll and I’ve grappled with it since. Part of me wishes I could have transitioned a lot sooner and saved all the heartache. Another part of me looks back at the bullying I suffered and I don’t think I could have handled the amount of transphobia on the top and come out the other side. I would love to know your thoughts x

They were hard and lonely. I never let people get close, and if I did, I’d push them away the second I felt betrayed. I still can’t maintain friendships without a lot of mistakes and effort. A lot of damage at an early age, and bullying when I was in primary school. Part of me wishes I was out, but it wouldn’t have changed anything. If I had come out then my parents would have sent me into some horrid conversion therapy. They were already joking about sending me to Christian camps for troubled youth, not even knowing I was trans then. So it was never gonna be like they would have supported me or got me on puberty blockers. Plus, even if they had done their job as parents, I really doubt anywhere in the Midwest was giving blockers in like 2005 when I was 12. I didn’t even hear the word transgender until I was like 19 and was like oh okay it’s not just me, I can actually take medicine and do something about this. I didn’t know it was even possible. Also a boy I went to school with was killed for being gay. He was attacked at a party and given a concussion and tried to drive his car after and crashed. And a few towns away a 17 year old trans girl a few years ago was dismembered by three boys. And I had a religious-extremist family. So yeah I was never gonna have a chance.

That’s the thing about regret. You cannot regret something that wasn’t your fault. You do yourself dirty, as the English say :p You are perfect, baby. You are okay. I don’t know you, and I am able to feel affection for you, and that is because I feel affection for myself first. That little version of me that struggled so much. We can lament being born too early to have access and being born in shitty places and shitty families, but all that does is cause grief, and we have enough. Let’s make it good *now,* if we can. This is private bc I am embarrassed about it but I will tell you: when I get up in the morning and look in the mirror as I’m getting ready, I think “I am special, I am special, I am special” over and over. We have to give this to ourselves, no one else is going to.

Think about tomorrow. How are going to live fully. What thoughts are you going to have that are gonna free yourself. And when you think about the past, do so with pride. “I survived an onslaught of pain, all on my own. I am still here somehow, and I’m glad.”

[starfirette]

i'd like to request a headcanon for helena where harley introduces the reader to Helena and they like hook up then become a couple

Big time fucked up formatting BC I am doing this on my phone!

This sort of ends on an open note. I think I should do a part two since I didn’t hit the actual nail on the head; if the anon or anyone else wants part two, request it!🥳

You went to school with Harley! Then, you knew her as Lena or Leenie. She was always known to be funny and outspoken when she wasn't working on class assignments and what not

She was pretty fun! She attended a few study group sessions with your mutual friends, and you could easily hang out with her!

You all eventually went your separate ways. She passed classes with flying colors so she had also walked away with a PHD in hand!

You lost contact with het after that

You took a job in Jump City counseling younger adults, sometimes kids, who struggled to survive on the street. You helped a lot!

You put many little ones in good homes, even keeping in contact to make sure nothing could go wrong

You were loved by all your patients

Eventually, you moved back to Gotham. You could still make your check ins every month and even video chat the kids. Gotham is close enough that you could commute if anyone needed you

Coming back into Harley's life was strange for a number of reasons. She no longer accepted Harleen or Lena--Harley only. It took time to get used to, but you managed!

She'd been through a lot. You could tell

She really needed a reliable friend, and even though she'd changed her style and hair, she was still the hilarious, determined lady you'd gone to med school with.

You were her only true friend for a long time. She never seemed to choose the right ones. Somehow, she chose the ones who only knew how to act like dumbass teenagers. Yuck.

You had troubles though

You often had a difficult time getting her to do the right thing. After all she'd been through, she couldn't see that there is still good in the world and places she can be safe.

Eventually you got through to her

You assisted her in the Cassandra Cain situation, giving them a place to stay and a reliable ride. You'd done your best but you were unfortunately ratted out; Sionis despised you just for being friendly with Harley. You found yourself being tossed in a warehouse by his creepy fucker of a friend, Victor

You didn't have the experience in fighting like Harley. You had very little experience in anything, actually, so it was safe to say you were basically pissing yourself

You gad no way of knowing if Harley would come for you.

You worried.

But then, she came

Not Harley, but another woman, who you’re sure you don’t know.

Dressed in all black, her face covered with a dark motorcycle helmet

You were surprised as she expertly disarmed and maybe even killed a few of the guys who had been guarding you.

Not too bad, as you’d seen it all given you live in Gotham

She didn’t say much as she untied you from your chair. You warned her about Victor, who might be coming back any moment, and he wouldn’t be forgiving.

She assured you he wouldn’t ever be coming back to bother you.

You asked how she could possibly know this.

She took off her helmet to reveal her face. “I know because I killed him.”

So she’s beautiful, no big deal. Also, she killed Victor Zsas. If that doesn’t make her the hottest woman in the world you’re not sure what could.

It felt strange that she led you out of the warehouse to her motorcycle, prompting you to get on and hold her waist. Despite everything you’d been through, you were feeling extremely embarrassed.

Somehow, she didn’t understand. Probably because she didn’t really care.

She took you to a little gathering of women, where Harley and that Cassandra kid were included. Harley nearly knocked you down as she threw herself to you in a hug.

You learned that you had been rescued by Helena Bertinelli by Harley’s accord; Harley came across Helena during the diamond fiasco. It turns out that the diamond was the Bertinelli diamond, and the Bertinelli diamond belonged to Helena Bertinelli, the sole surviving daughter of the Bertinelli mafia leader. Also, she is the crossbow killer.

“Oh, wow, you’re the crossbow killer,” you gasped.

Helena’s jaw clenched as she seemed to repress some strong words.

“I am,” she said through her teeth.

Harley cackled. “Wow, she’s real nice to you,” she said, tapping the button of your nose. “She prefers to go by Huntress.”

Helena nodded slightly. “That is true.”

Okay, you could oblige.

You thanked Helena, as well as Harley. You were invited to sit with everyone while you drank margaritas. You took three, because you were in shock from the transition from being kidnapped to suddenly having a taco night with Harley’s friends. The adrenaline just seemed to soak up the alcohol, so by the end of the night, you felt nothing but ready for bed.

Seeing that you had no car, you bothered Harley for a ride.

Helena seemed quick to jump at the opportunity to take you home. The ladies paused in silence, exhchaning glances before nodding quickly. “Yeah, yeah, take her home,” Harley insisted.

The night ended with your number being thrown into a group chat with people you don’t know and wham, you were once again strapped over the sexy fucking motorcycle and wrapping your arms around the sexy woman.

Once dropped off at the door of your apartment, Helena asked if you were feeling alright after the wild two days.

You did not, and you didn’t realize that until she had asked.

You burst into a fit of sobs. You didn’t feel alright at all. You didn’t even feel safe. You had gotten kidnapped from the safety of your own home, with all the doors locked and your apartment on the sixth floor.

Helena felt incredibly awkward as you cried on her doorstep

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed. “I didn’t mean to overreact.”

Helena cleared her throat. “Overreacting is hardly the word I would use. I mean, you were kidnapped.”

Well, true.

“I’m probably just going to barricade the door,” you said, in a half sort of sob/laugh.

As you said goodnight and struggled through the broken door, Helena stopped you. “I could stay with you,” she said.

You cringed at the thought. “I didn’t mean to make you feel obligated,” you hurried as you wiped your eyes.

“I don’t feel obligated at all,” she assured you. She stuck her hands into her pockets. “But, considering you’re Harley’s friend, I feel like I should help you. Considering that your door is basically in pieces, it would be dangerous anyways. I’ll stay and then tomorrow I will help replacing the door.”

She didn’t borrow any of your clothes. She flossed and swished with mouthwash twice, after she had accepted your offer of a bowl of cereal for dinner.

You brought out a self inflatable mattress and a quilt. As you began to set it out, she declined, explaining she could stay awake during the night and simply watch TV.

Truthfully, you felt better watching her lounge on your sofa with her crossbow in her lap.

“Why Huntress?” You asked her as you set out the spare blankets.

Helena looked down at her boots. “It was my brother’s favorite superhero when we were kids, so. Yeah.”

“It sounds cooler than crossbow killer,” you said. “Your brother had good taste.”

“He did.”

You slept well that night; you were plagued with stress and tense muscles all throughout the shower. Hearing any flatter frightened you until you remembered it was Helena.

When you said goodnight, she wished you to have pleasant dreams.

As your head hit the pillow, you felt a rush of relief and exhaustion.

It was a nice night.

Plus, you had a pot of coffee waiting for you in the morning.

You definitely liked having a roommate. Just company, really, and the fact she could keep you safe really helped a lot. And besides she also helped you rebuild your door!

[mbeebowriting]

draco malfoy x reader

warnings: none other than a kinda ooc draco!

word count: 1.8k

notes: okay this is very specific and super self indulgent but also really sweet and cute so!!! enjoy!!! (also this is unedited bc im too antsy and excited to post it

     the past 2 weeks had overwhelmed you. tests, papers, concerts, forced social gatherings- your energy had just run out. you still had another week to go before any kind of break though- so the timing of your burnout was less than ideal. at this point, you barely had enough energy to talk to your friends, so when draco malfoy tapped on your shoulder during class, you whirled around, ready to fight. what you weren’t expecting was his question.

     “can you help me with this?” you blinked in surprise. she you had short conversations before class, but it still shocked you a little bit.

     “yeah, sure. i’ll show you.” you walked him through the spell a few times, until he was able to execute it well enough to pass. 

     “great, thank you!” he said with a smile. his politeness threw you off, and all you could do was smile and turn back around. what you didn’t see was how his smile fell after that.

     the next day, for whatever reason, he sat next to you, but you were still feeling equally as drained as the day before. at the end of class he stopped you from leaving with yet again, a small conversation.

     “do you think we could meet out of class to work on these charms? you seem to really understand it and i could use some help.”

     “im sorry draco- my schedule is completely packed until our break.” you replied with a sad smile. “i’ve actually got another performance tonight for the staff dinner.”

     “hm. what about after that? we could grab some dinner and study.” you were taken aback again. why was he being so nice to you? you couldn’t turn him down after he’s showing you kindness you’ve never seen before. plus, he was really cute, you’ve always kind of had a thing for him. 

     “alright, how about 8 o’clock in the great hall?”

     “great, it’s a date.” he said with a wink before leaving the class- leaving you flustered and unsure of what just happened.

     after you had finished your performance, you made your way to the great hall, spotting draco on the way. you chatted idly while grabbing some food and a table. draco sat to your right and your textbooks piled up to your left.  once you began studying, you felt the weight of the day hit you, and you ended up zoning out and staring at your textbook. you laid your head in your hand and decided to close your eyes for just one minute. unsurprisingly, you fell asleep. when you woke up, you and draco were the only ones in the room.

     “good morning.” draco said. it was at this point that you realized the position you were in, in your sleep, you had shifted so that  your head was resting on his shoulder. you immediately lifted your head up and avoided eye contact with him. 

     “what time is it?”

     “11:30-ish.”

     “you let me sleep that long?’ you exclaimed.

     “you just seemed so tired and like you needed a break. and plus…” he trailed off. “nevermind.”

     “no no, wait. plus what?” he became visibly flustered.

     “nothing, there is no plus!”

     “tell me what the plus is or i’ll ditch you and hang out with potter instead.” his eyes widened- did that actually make him mad?

     “fine. i was just going to say you looked cute on my shoulder like that.” now it was your turn to be flustered. suddenly your textbook was incredibly interesting. you could feel him smirking beside you, but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. he leaned into to your ear and sent chills down your spine as he spoke. “but to be fair, you look cute all the time.” you covered your face with your hands to hide your blush. he went to pull your hands away, and chuckled as you swatted them away. “hey, you asked for this! why are you so embarrassed anyway, i’m just stating facts.” you sighed in response, but couldn’t hold back a smile. 

     “i need to go draco, i have another concert tomorrow and i need to be at my best.” your smile fell.

     “alright. i hope it goes well.” you gave him a sad smile and couldn’t stop the tears from pricking at your eyes. “hey woah, what’s going on? are you okay?”

     “yeah.” you said shakily and unconvincingly, to which he gave you a look. “i’m just exhausted and… i really wish my family could be here for this concert.” you were so focused on talking without crying your barely noticed draco’s hand holding your own. “everyone else’s families come for this concert, it’s our last one, but my parents decided… they would rather visit my sisters than me. i just wish someone would come support me at this last concert.” one tear was set free as you blinked. it rolled down your cheek and dropped onto draco’s hand. he was clearly caught off guard by your sudden change in emotion, but his voice was steady when he spoke.

     “what time is it?”

     “no, draco-”

     “and where?”

     “draco you don’t have to come out of pity, it’s okay. this is how it’s always been, i’m used to it. i stopped looking for familiar faces in the audience years ago.”

     “what? that’s not okay! when and where is it. i’ll be there.” you studied his eyes before answering.

     “it’s here, after they serve dinner.”

     “i’ll be there.” 

     “...why?”      “because you deserve to have someone in the audience-”

     “no, why are you being so nice to me? this feels so… out of character for you.” his eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but your own. 

     “i- you just haven’t done anything wrong for me to… uhh…” he struggled to find the word. “tease you for.” you couldn’t help but feel disappointed at his response.

     “well, thank you for that i guess. but we should really get going. it’s late.” he agreed with you, so you packed up all your things and went your separate ways.

     “(y/n)!” your roommate shouted as you walked in. “where on GOD have you been? don’t you have a concert tomorrow and classes all morning?” you flopped down on your bed.

     “yeah, since when do you track my schedule?”

     “you were complaining about it in charms.”

     “fair enough, that does sound like me. but why are you so worried about this suddenly?”

     “hmm, not worried, just curious.” she said, sitting next to you on your bed. “i happened to walk by the great hall just an hour ago,” your eyes went wide. “and saw you with none other than the prince of slytherin himself: draco malfoy.”

     “don’t jump to conclusions, we were just studying.”

     “for god’s sake (y/n), you were asleep on his shoulder! did he ever say it was a date? i bet he did.” 

     “well yeah, but i thought he was just teasing. he does that.” she gave you the same look that draco had given you earlier. “okay and he also called me cute and is coming to my concert tomorrow but don’t read into that, he probably wasn’t serious!” 

     “guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

     “what?”

     “well if he has a thing for you too, he’ll be at the concert.”

     “too? excuse you?”

     “i love you to death (y/n) but you’re a terrible liar, and you’re not very subtle.”

     the day’s classes had flown by- it was concert time. you arrived early, helping set up the chairs and music, and once you had settled into your spot and people had filled in, you couldn’t believe what you saw. what seemed like the entirety of the slytherin house was packed into the front section, with one familiar asshole front and center. he caught your eye and sent you a smile. you couldn’t even think of what to do back, you were too shook.

     the concert itself went by quickly. you played beautifully, and all of your emotions poured through your instrument. by the end, you were shaky, emotional, and nervous to see draco after. you didn’t have much time to compose yourself however, as he was the first person you saw as you walked off stage. before you could say anything, he wrapped you in a hug (but quickly pulled away once he realized people were staring).

     “you did incredible!”

     “thank you- how did you… why are there… what?” you could barely get a sentence out.

     “i just asked some people to come and support you, you deserve a big cheering section.”

     “draco, i…” suddenly you were aware of everyone standing around you two. “can we maybe go somewhere a little quieter?” he nodded and pulled you through the crowd, out the door, and down the hallway into the courtyard. he sat down on a bench and motioned for you to sit next to him, which you gladly did. you took a deep breath before speaking, trying to kill your nerves that arose with the thought of sharing your feelings with him. you were so in your head, you barely processed what he said when he spoke.

      “you really did well up there today. and you look stunning too, by the way.” again, no thoughts heady empty, you could not think of a response for the life of you. he chuckled. “i’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, i’m not just nice to you because you ‘done nothing wrong’ or whatever i said yesterday.” he stared at you, waiting for a response, but all you could do was smile and let your palms sweat. “are you really gonna make me say it? it’s because i like you (y/n).” the final twist of the knife. there were simultaneously one million and absolutely no thoughts swimming around your head, but when you didn’t respond he started to lean away and looked hurt.

     “wait no- i’m sorry! this is just a lot all at once! i like you too draco.” you rushed out. he returned to your side, eyebrows raised.

     “yeah?”

     “yeah. you must have charmed me or something, because i really do. somehow.”

      “hey! first of all, rude. second of all, i’m terrible at charms. you know that.” you two joked back and forth until the moon shone brightly up above. after you both agreed it was time to head back to your respective dorms, a nervous silence fell. 

     “sooo…” you drawled on. “good night i guess?”

     “good night to you too.” silence again. “do you have time for another study date tomorrow? i spent most of our last one being nervous and trying not to wake you up.”

     “yeah! i’m free tomorrow night if you want?”

     “alright, it’s a date.” he said for leaning down to kiss you, and walking away. leaving you flustered and unsure of what just happened for the second time that week.

[chilling-seavey]

Christian and Lucy touring the Canadian College of Performing Arts ~T

Was waiting for this one 🥰 I made some social media peeks too hehe

“They’re just so not being fair.”

“They just want what’s best for you.”

“By being annoying?” Lucy scoffed, jumping up onto the kitchen counter beside Christian who was making tea for the family.

“By being overprotective.” Christian chuckled. “My parents took some convincing to let me study acting too.”

“Ugh.” Lucy frowned, leaning her head back against the cupboards.

“Instead of begging and begging and begging, come to them with stats.” Christian suggested. “I mean, look at me; I’m completely financially stable and graduated with a major in acting. Who’s to say you can’t be the same?”

“Dad’s just so dramatic and Mom worries too much. There is no way they’ll let me.”

“Do you even have a school in mind?”

“A few.” Lucy shrugged.

Christian glanced over to the living room before looking back to her and lowering his voice, “Any out here?”

“In Vancouver?” Lucy’s eyes went wide.

“Across the bay is one of the top performing arts schools in the country. They have campus tours this week…I could take you if you’re interested.”

“Really?” Lucy grinned. “I mean I never even thought of schools in BC but you can’t argue with the top school in the whole country.”

“We’ll get up early and go tomorrow then?” Christian offered.

“Yes! Thank you!” Lucy jumped off the counter and threw her arms around him.

“Just don’t tell your parents.” Christian whispered.

The next morning, Lucy’s alarm went off at 4:30am and she sprung right out of bed and rushed over to her suitcase to grab her outfit she had laid out the night before. The rest of the house was silent as she got ready, quietly sneaking through the bathroom as she dressed and washed and did her hair and makeup. She scribbled a note for her parents that she was spending the day with Christian (not disclosing what they were doing) and slipped it under their bedroom door before rushing downstairs, backpack already on and full of notebooks and portfolio pieces and her jacket tucked over her arm.

Christian was parked in the driveway for 5:45 and she rushed down the front steps and hopped into the passenger seat of his car with a chipper “Hi!”

“Hi, sunshine. You’re happy considering the hour.” Christian chuckled as he backed out of the driveway.

“I’m so excited!” Lucy grinned.

“Me too.” Christian smiled over at her as they started down the street. “Should we stop for breakfast on the go?”

“McDonald’s hotcakes and an iced coffee are a must.” Lucy agreed.

It was a 40 minute drive to the ferry – including their stop through the McDonald’s drive through – and then a two hour ferry ride across the bay that they spent discussing their game plan for the day and recreating their favourite scenes from musicals in the front seat. The final 30-minute drive across Vancouver Island came as the sun was finally over the horizon, driving into Victoria with Lucy’s half-finished iced coffee and Christian’s empty energy drink in hand. They had a few minutes to spare before they had to meet the tour group, so they took a few Instagram shots outside the building.

“Discreet captions. Don’t be suspicious.” Christian said as they each typed up their posts.

“Mum’s calling me.” Lucy looked up at him.

“Don’t answer it.” Christian said, glancing back down at his phone as Daniel’s name flashed across his screen as he was being called too. He declined it, sharing a cheeky smile with his niece before taking her hand and leading her into the school.

“We might not live to see Christmas when wee get back.” Lucy said.

“What’s my baby brother gonna do?” Christian tisked, draping his arm around her shoulders as the headed to the desk to check in.

To say Lucy fell in love with CCPA would be an understatement. The campus was beautiful, located right on the coast with one side looking out over the Pacific Ocean and the dorms facing the bay and the Rockies in the distance, but the program was ever better. She collected as many pamphlets as she could and jotted down plentiful notes as they toured the grounds and the studio spaces. From dance studios to packed music halls, CCPA had everything that Lucy could have dreamt about and she muttered a “I swear I died and I’m in heaven” at least five times during the tour. It was like everything was falling into place. Plus, with the grades she had from school would offer her a solid benefit from the school itself meaning part of her tuition would be covered.

Especially when they entered the auditorium and Lucy literally squealed with excitement, the rest of the tour group looking at her as she took in everything like a kid in a candy store. Everything down to the wood trim along the walls had her in awe-struck silence and she pulled Christian after her onto the stage as the rest of the group poked around the seats.

The eighteen-year-old did a little spin on the stage, her arms outstretched wide and a huge smile on her face. She never wanted to leave.

When the tour was over, it was lunch time and Christian and Lucy stopped for lunch in the cafeteria.

“Oh my gosh, I need to go here.” Lucy said to him as they sat down with their trays, her eyes following a group of students in costume as they passed by. “Like, I need to go here.”

“What points do you have for your parents? You were scribbling notes furiously the whole time.” Christian said.

Lucy dumped out her pamphlets onto the table and flipped open her notebook, reciting all her facts to him and barely needing to read them off the page as she was so excited they just stuck to memory. They were interrupted by Christian’s phone ringing for another uncountable time that day.

“It’s your dad. I should probably answer him.” Christian said, answering the call and raising his phone to his ear. “Hey, Daniel.”

“Jesus, Christian! Where the hell are you? I’ve been calling you all morning.”

“Luce and I just took a day trip to Victoria. We wanted to see the Gardens.”

“In December?!”

“Yeah?” Christian cringed at the flaw in his lie and Lucy giggled from across the table, taking a bite of her burger.

“You can’t just take my daughter and not tell me!”

“I left you a note!” Lucy called loudly so her father could hear.

“An incredibly vague note!” Daniel retorted to Christian. He could hear Florence talking quickly in the background. “Dammit, bro. A text wasn’t too much to ask.”

“I know. Sorry. But we gotta go.”

“Chris-“

“We’ll be home soon.”

“Christian!”

“Love you!”

Christian hung up on him and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

“We gotta go before your parents have a nervous breakdown.” Christian said to his niece and they packed up quickly and headed for the car.

Lucy fell asleep on the three hour drive back, knocked out from a long journey, a long day, and an incredibly early morning. Christian woke her up once they hit the mainland to get her awake in time for her debate with her parents. He bought her another coffee to wire her up a little and by the time they were home, just before dinner time, she was buzzing and ready to fight for her future.

Her sisters and aunt and uncle and grandparents were in the living room and her parents were in the kitchen grabbing something to drink as dinner was cooking. The family was talking amongst themselves, cut off with the sound of the front door being thrown open.

“Daddy! Mommy!” Lucy shouted loudly, kicking off her shoes and tossing her coat at Christian before rushing farther into the house.

Daniel and Florence barely turned the corner from the kitchen before she was throwing everything at them. She shoved the stack of pamphlets in their arms and started her loud tangent.

“Uncle Christian took me to the Canadian College of Performing Arts for a tour today and ohmygosh their musical theatre program is to die for!”

Daniel and Florence both shot their heads over to Christian with matching surprised glares and he struggled to bite back his cheeky grin.

“Listen!” Lucy grabbed her parents’ arms to bring their attention back to her. “Best performing arts school in the entire country! 100% employment rate post graduation and they even have a program to help you find careers before you even leave the school! And Uncle Christian graduated with a BA in Acting and he’s doing great! I can also add a minor in English so I can have a backup degree come graduation too if that would make you feel more comfortable. The school is offering me half off tuition for my great grades and great portfolio and resume! So it’s way cheaper than Clem and Nell’s tuitions and ohmygosh please, please, please, please, please let me apply!”

Lucy was literally jumping up and down, grabbing onto her parents’ sleeves in desperation. Florence and Daniel exchanged surprised glances at their youngest’s sudden outburst.

“I’ll do whatever you want just to get you to let me apply!” Lucy offered. “I’ll do all the laundry up to the day I move out! I’ll vacuum the apartment every week and…and…and dust! And scrub all the dishes by hand! I will do anything. Please, please, please let me go here!”

“They haven’t even accepted you yet, baby.” Florence chucked lightly.

“We all know she’d get in.” Daniel mumbled.

“She floored the tour group when she found a cello in one of the studios.” Christian pipped up casually on his way past.

Daniel grabbed his arm to keep him from walking away, “You’re not safe here either; sneaking our daughter around behind our backs.”

“Daniel, this school and this program is for her.” Christian said seriously, looking between the two parents. “I haven’t seen a senior this thrilled about school since you applied for UofT.”

“Exactly!” Lucy shouted, jumping up and down a few more times. “Daddy! You moved across the country at my age too! For your ridiculous program! I’ll be just like you!”

Florence and Daniel looked at each other again, sharing mirrored sighs, and looked back to their daughter.

“We aren’t guaranteeing anything,” Florence started, “We will need to talk a lot more about this, especially the possibility of moving to BC but-“

“But I can go?!” Lucy asked loudly.

“But you can apply.” Daniel corrected.

Lucy’s shriek nearly shattered the windows as she did a little happy dance and tugged her parents into a tight hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“This would have been a train wreck of a dinner if they said no.” Clementine said from the living room, the rest of the family watching Lucy throw herself into Christian’s arms for his own rush of ‘thank you’s.

Penelope shook her head slowly as they all watched the loud scene a few feet away, “How many coffees did he let her have?”

[zarcake-writes]

Not Alone Together

I finally got around to finishing this part. I’m not gonna put links to part 1 or 2 bc then this probably won’t show up in the tags. Hope you all enjoy! Especially that little surprise at the end. 

Part 3 

Warnings: none, slight spoilers in the beginning (maybe?)

The morning air was cold, and the mountains were foggy. The few travelers Arthur met were bundled up, and clearly regretting their decision to travel. Arthur would greet them, and they could barely manage a nod in his direction. Some of the travelers made comments about the cold and wished they were somewhere warm or they had whiskey.

The cold didn't bother Arthur; it hasn’t bothered him for eight years. However, he can remember a time when the biting cold left him wondering if he would die. The mention of the abandoned mining town called Colter still sent a chill down his spine, and his heart aches at the memory of those he lost. Memories of a family he once had, the people he would have died for, and the betrayal.

For a moment, Arthur wonders if things could have been different. Maybe if he hadn’t been so blind, he could have stopped everything bad from happening. Maybe he could have convinced Dutch to see where the poison in their camp was. Maybe he could have saved more people. Maybe… He shook his head and those thoughts stop. There’s no way to change the past, can only keep moving forward.

He continues through the mountains until he arrives at O’Creaugh’s Run. By then, it was mid-morning; most of the fog is gone and the sun is shining. The world is finally coming to life. Birds were singing and flying above Arthur, small animals ran through the underbrush, and the mountain sheep were on the move.

As he passes his neighbor’s house, Arthur saw she was outside fishing. She stood knee deep in the lake, her pants cuffed, and her back was to him, but he could hear her muttering to herself. Berry was behind her on the shore; his tail thumped against the ground, and his mouth hung open like a smile.

It’s been two weeks since Arthur had coffee with her, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. They’ve had dinner together twice, and shared supplies, along with laughs and shy looks. When she expressed an interest in building a chicken coop, Arthur offered to take her into Annesburg for the supplies. He then built the coop for her and took her to Emerald Ranch to buy some chickens. She insisted he didn’t need to, but he insisted he wanted to help her.

“There she is,” Arthur greeted. She jumped and turned to him, a smile on her face. Berry let out a bark and trotted towards Arthur. Mud coats his paws, chest, and probably his stomach.

“Morning Arthur. You have a nice ride?”

“We did. My girl here had a bunch of energy this morning. We rode down to the plains. Thought she would enjoy running on flat terrain.” Arthur patted his horses’ neck.

“She’s beautiful. What’s her name?”

“Pearl. She’s an Arabian. Found her up near the Grizzlies some years back.”

“Breaking wild horses something, you enjoy, Arthur?”

“On occasion, I'm known for that. But she was so beautiful, I couldn’t resist. How’s the fishing going?”

“Oh, it’s ok. I think all the bigger ones are out in the middle of the lake, but I can only throw so far. Plus, Berry gets excited when I get a fish and goes for it before I can get it off the line. It either gets away or he steals it.” She shot a look at the dog, who was busy chewing on his mud-covered foot.

“Well, I have a boat, so how about I can take you out onto the water. You can get some bigger fish, and Berry won’t be there to steal them.”

“I don’t want to bother you, Arthur.”

“You ain’t bothering me. I’m offering."

She thought for a moment, then broke out into a wide smile. “Alright, then let’s go on the lake.”  

“Great. Let me just tend to Pearl, and you get your supplies ready. Meet me by my dock.”

Arthur hurried to his side of the lake and hitched Pearl. He brushed and fed her, making sure to praise her. He grabbed his fishing pole and headed for his dock. She was already there, waiting for him, with that dazzling smile on her face. Berry sat at her feet, his tail wagging and his ears perked.

“Alright, ready to go?” Arthur asked.

“All ready. Berry, stay here.” The dog let out a huff but did what he was told.

Arthur smiled and got into his boat. He took her pole and placed it on the bottom with his, then reached out to help her in. When her small hand took, his Arthur didn't want to let her go.

She was shaky as she took a step into the boat, but Arthur held her steady. She gave him a nervous smile and sat down. When she was stable and comfortable, Arthur sat across from her and began rowing them out to the deeper part of the lake.

“A few years back, there was a huge Northern Pike out here. It was a struggle bringing that beast it.” Arthur brought the boat to a stop and put away the oars.  

“Really?” She took her pole and started to bait her hook.

“Yeah. The man I was fishing with called it the Great Tyrant. He got pulled in by that monster. Damn fish tried taking a chunk out of him."

“Goodness. Bet he was glad when you brought the fish in.”

“He was, but I think he wanted to bring the fish in himself.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence. Despite his claim that he is a poor fisherman, Arthur managed to catch a couple fish. He kept one and tossed the second one back into the water. The one he kept was big enough for himself and another person to share. Maybe he should invite her over for dinner tonight. He will be leaving tomorrow, and it would be nice dining with her before his trip.

He turned to her and was about to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. The look on her face, the pure concentration, made his heart skip a beat. Her brows were furrowed and she was biting her bottom lip. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up to her elbows, revealing the tense muscles in her forearms. She was beautiful. The way the sun seemed to form a halo around her, he swore he was fishing with an angel.

The sudden pull on her line made Arthur jump, but she was ready and began to pull.

“Oh! Look at that! Pull the bastard in!” Arthur shouted.

“I’m gonna try. Fuck, this thing is huge.” She adjusted her stance and began to pull the opposite way the fish was swimming. When it would stop struggling, she began to reel him in.

“If you think you’re gonna get pulled in, tell me, and I’ll grab you.” Her response was a grunt.  

The fight went on for what seemed like forever. Arthur could see the sweat run down her face and the tremble in her arms. There were moments it looked like she was going to give up and cut the line, but Arthur was quick to jump in and cheer her on. He liked to think his encouraging words helped, but he knew this fight was all her.

When she finally brought the fish close enough to the boat, Arthur leaned over the edge and pulled the beast into the boat. It was huge, not as big as the one he and Hamish had caught all those years ago, but it was on its way to becoming a monster.  

“He’s huge,” she gasped. Her chest heaved and sweat ran down the side of her face.

“He is.”

“I feel bad that we're gonna kill him.”

“Well, if he stays in the lake, he’ll just get bigger and will start eating the smaller fish. Killing him will give them a chance to live.”

“True. Plus, that’s a lot of meat.”

“It is.”

“Alright, kill him. But make it quick.” Arthur nodded and finished the fish off. He wrapped it in paper and placed it on the bottom of the boat next to his.  

“Ready to head back?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m tired and my hands hurt.” Blisters were forming on her palms, and one already popped. Blood ran down her hand and onto her pants.

“You should have stopped.” Arthur began rowing to his dock. The smell of her blood filled the air and made his hair stand on end. Blood usually unleashed a feral side of him, but her blood scared him.

“Oh, it’s just a few blisters Arthur, nothing too bad.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re bleeding. When we dock, I’ll tend to your hands. I have a medical kit in my house.”

“You don’t need to, Arthur.”

“Sweetheart, I want to make sure you’re alright.” She gave him a shy smile and nodded her head.

Once Arthur docked, he helped her out of the boat and grabbed the fish. Berry was at her feet, his ears back and his eyes were wide. She spoke to the dog in a soft voice and followed Arthur into his house, Berry right behind them.

Inside his cabin, Arthur motioned for her to sit at his table. He set down the fish and cleaned his hands, then grabbed his medical kit.

He took her hands and examined the blisters. He was relieved when he saw only one of the blisters popped, but the smell of her blood made him uneasy. With a wet cloth, Arthur began wiping away the blood, making sure to be as gentle as he could. Every wince or hiss of pain from her, Arthur would apologize and whisper is a soft voice, “You’re doing great, girl. Almost done.”

When the blood was gone and her hand was clean, Arthur wrapped her hand. It was at this time Arthur realized how small her hands were compared to his. He knew her hands were smaller than his, but he now had the opportunity to study her hands. Her skin was rough and there were small scars on her knuckles, no doubt from gardening and hunting. Her nails were short but were cut neatly, and there was a bit of dirt beneath her nails.

When he was done wrapping her hands, he looked up at her and saw how close they were. There was a shy look on her face, and her face was flush. Her scent, a mixture of sweat and her usual sweet honeyed scent, made it hard to focus on anything else except her. There was a needy, hopeful look in her eyes that made his body hot. For a moment he was tempted to grab the back of her neck and pull her in for a kiss. But he didn't. He gave her a nod and released her hand, making a point to sit back in his chair.

“That should do it. Keep those hands clean so you don’t get an infection,” Arthur said. He stood up and put away his kit. He kept his back to her and made it look like he was busy. He hoped she couldn’t hear his pounding heart or see how red the back of his neck was.

“Course. Thank you, Arthur.”

“Not a problem. It’s my fault you got them anyways. Shouldn’t have pushed you to go fishing with me.”

“Oh Arthur, don’t say that.” Arthur heard her get up and walk towards him. Her fingers ran along his back, and a shiver shot through his body at the contact. “I enjoy spending time with you, whether we’re fishing or trying to build a chicken coop. Besides, blisters happen often.”

“I know.”

“Arthur?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “Yes?”

“Want to have dinner together? I did catch a monster of a fish and I can’t eat it all by myself.”

Arthur let out a laugh and turned to face her fully. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

“You were?” Her eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yes. Head on home and come back in a few hours. I’ll have dinner ready and everything.”

“I can help you cook.”

“You won’t be much help with your hands wrapped.” The way she looked down at her wrapped hands made him laugh. “Go on home, I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright, Arthur. Thank you.”

He walked her to the door and watched as she left with Berry at her side. She waved when she got home, he waved back and watched as she ducked into her house.

Several hours later, there was a knock-on Arthur’s door. He gave himself a look over before he got the door. The blue shirt he wore was new, she had helped him pick it out. He blushed when she said the color looked good on him and that it matched his eyes. His jeans were new as well; when she saw them on him, she blushed and squeaked that they looked on him. He smirked at her reaction and bought them. His boots and suspenders were old, but he only ever wore them a handful of times so they were still good condition. He had even cleaned his spurs for dinner.

When he opened the door, her smiling face was there to greet him. She wore a simple dress, something he’s only seen her in once before. There were flowers in her hair and a bottle of whiskey in her hands. Berry, who was now clean, sat next to her. His tail thumped against Arthur’s front porch and his mouth was open in a smile.

“Howdy. You look lovely,” Arthur said. He made a motion for her to enter and took the whiskey from her hands.

“Thank you, Arthur. I gotta say, you look very nice yourself. The blue looks good on you.” She gave him a soft pat his chest, and a sly wink. This woman is gonna be the death of him.

Dinner went exactly the way Arthur hoped it would. The food was good, her praise made Arthur warm inside. She laughed at the funny stories he told, making sure to leave out the gang-related parts. He listened when she told a story herself, whether it was funny or serious, he gave her his full attention. Berry sat in the corner, chewing on an old boot Arthur gave him or eating scraps of food.

When dinner was done, and the plates were cleaned, they sat in silence. Her eyes were heavy, but there was a content look on her face. Her yawn and the way she rubbed her eyes was the cutest thing Arthur's ever seen. He cleared his throat, getting her attention.

“Darlin, I’m gonna be leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Oh, where you going?” There was a sad tone in her voice that made Arthur's stomach twist.  

“I’m gonna be out near Strawberry. I’m only gonna be gone for three to five days. I’m meeting a friend out there. He needs help with something.”

“Oh, well, I hope you have a safe trip.”  

“I will. I’m leaving Buell behind. If you need to leave for any reason, take him. He knows you and will let you ride him.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine Arthur. But, thank you. I’ll keep an eye on him for you.”

“I appreciate it. Now, why don’t we have some of that whiskey?”

“About time you suggest it.”

It was several hours later and Arthur was carrying her home. She drank too much and walking was impossible for her. The only thing that was possible for her at the moment, was sleeping in his arms. He thought of just letting her sleep in his home, but her smell was almost overpowering. And with the full moon being only a day away, he worried he might shift earlier than expected. He did not want her to see that part of him.

She shifted in his arms, her hand grasped the collar of his shirt. She let out a heavy sigh, snuggled into his chest, and was back to snoring softly. He smiled down at her. The way she looked in the moonlight left him breathless. She is, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman he’s ever met.  

He pushed her front door open, inhaling to make sure there were no trespassers, then went inside. Berry ran pass Arthur and led the way to her room.

Her room was simple. There was a small bed, a side table, and a chest at the foot of her bed. There were several heavy coats hanging on the wall, and her rifle was partially hidden beneath her bed. Arthur was careful as he put her on the bed. He laid a blanket over her, making sure no parts of her were uncovered. Berry got on the bed and took his place at her feet.  

Arthur sat on the edge of her bed and watched her. He knew he was being creepy, but he couldn’t resist. The flowers were gone from her hair; she had pulled them out earlier and given them to him. He reached out and, as careful as he could, brushed her hair out of her face.  

How he wished he could stay with her. He wanted to crawl into the bed beside her and breath in her scent. He wanted to leave his scent around her room, he wanted it to linger on her skin. He wanted their scents to mingle and become one. Oh, how he wanted that. But he knew it would never happen, he could only want.

Before Arthur left, he placed a soft kiss on her forehead and ran his hand over her messy hair, picking out a stray flower and placing it down on the bedside table. She let out a mumble but made no move to show that she was awake. He smiled down at her one last time, gave Berry a pat on the head, and left the room.  

As he shut her front door and headed home, he could feel something calling him back to her. The animalistic part of him was screaming to stay with her, to protect and love her. The human side of him, however, knew this was impossible. She wouldn't want to be with a monster, especially a monster like him. He did his best to ignore the pull and began his walk home.

[drummerqueenrmt]

It’s a hard life - Part 1 (Roger Taylor x reader)

Summary: you are a medical student that has the luck of being selected to do your practicals with the doctor for the UK tour of your favorite band.

Note: is my first fic in Tumblr and in English so be good if I write something wrong and please tell me! Also, I know that some of the facts are going to be wrong and I don’t know for sure if they had a doctor while touring but I guess most they did bc most of bands do. I know that the first part is a little boring but is the introduction, sorry and If you like it please tell me bc I will continue it! Thanks!

“Fuck!”

It was you first day of practicals and you were late. Very late.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

You had no idea of how have you managed to get the chance to do your practicals with Queen.

Queen.

Your favorite group.

You hardly believe your ears when Ms.Right told you that a colleague of her needed some help while he was on tour with Queen. That she wanted you to be the person because she knew you would be perfect because you were the most hard-working person in the class. And that was true, you were being extra hard-working because you were afraid to waste the opportunity of studying in another country for a whole year. But regarding the part of you being perfect for it you had your doubts. Why? Because you don’t trust your nervous being trying to cure some wound or even speak to the Queen members without telling them how much you love them and their music. Anyway, you said “yes, of course I will be interested” and now you were half dressed, half disheveled and half makeup on your way to meet Dr.Brown and, more important, the band.

You were supposed to be at 8.00 a.m in a warehouse in the outskirts of London were all the trailers and buses for the tour were going to be prepared for the next day,

But it was 9.00 a.m. You were arriving one hour late and you wanted to die.

Once you arrive there you saw like 100 people shouting to each other, 1000 boxes everywhere and nobody listening to you asking for Dr.Brown.

“Excu-... nope. Sorry you know wer-... great” You started to lose you patience when someone approached you.

“Sorry are you searching for someone? Because if not I would want you to leave, this is only for staff”

“Oh, yes, I’m searching for Dr.Brown, I’m [y/n], I’m doing some medical practicals with him”

“Finally! He’s been waiting for you for a while. Come with me!”

You follow him through all the mess that getting ready for a tour was till you arrive to a small bus. A tall, old man with a funny moustache and a kind look was at the door and he knew the moment he saw you worried face that you were his new assistant.

“Arriving an hour late to your first day…”

You began to sweat even more that you already were and when you were ready to say something and apologize when he interrupted you.

“I like you! But don’t get used to it, ok?” He started to shake your hand strongly “I’m Dr.Brown as you may have notice but you can call me Mike”

“Mike.. ok. I’m [y/n]. I’m so sorry for the delay the alarm clock-”

“Oh no, no… no apologies. Is just fine, today we don’t expect to have a lot of work you know, only minor injuries from the workers. I wanted you to come today to show you our little home for the tour” He hit two times the bus gently “And to tell you what I expect from you, understand?”

“Yes” Is the only thing you sad although you wanted to ask when you can meet the band itself.

“You will meet the boys tomorrow by the way, they are not here today” Was he a mind reader or did you just have it written in you face?  

You smile gently and follow him. He seemed to be a nice person, the kind that makes jokes of everything and tries to make the other feel relaxed and comfortable. You liked him. Once inside the bus you realize that it wasn’t a normal one. It had what it seemed a little kitchen with a table in the center and a sofa and in the other side a hospital gurney and some medical equipment. It was all a little bit chaotic and strange and you thought that it was going to be impossible to attend someone there but you later discover that there was an extra ambulance in every concert just in case and you feel relief.

You also visited a little room inside the warehouse that was supposed to be the place the guys use for rehearsals and their bus (yes, it was quite more bigger and luxury than yours of course)

“So… that’s all. I’ll see you tomorrow. You don’t need to came at 8.00 a.m if you don’t want to, just be sure to be here before the buses leave, ok? He laughed.

“Right” You laughed too. “I will be here at 8.00 anyway and this time I promise to be on time” You said goodbye and started your way home.

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“Fuck”

You have left for the last thing to pack and you weren’t finding anything at all. That plus the anxiety of going finally on tour the next day, meeting the boys and the thoughts of going to be a mess trying to help the doctor were going to kill you but you managed to relax as much as possible and you finish packing.

You lay finally in bed after checking 1000 times the two alarm clocks that you have decided to use. You close your eyes and the weight of all the stress made you fall asleep quickly.

Tomorrow was going to be a hard, amazing day.

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“Good morning, [y/n]. You are punctual!”

“Good morning, Mike. And, yes. I told you”

“Great, great” He let you sit beside him in the little sofa that was inside your bus that apparently was going to be your bed at nights. “The boys are rehearsing for the last time here so when they finish and they instruments are packed we are ready to go.”

“Nice, I can’t wait” You couldn’t hide your excitement. It was in fact the most exciting day of your life so far.

“Oh, you are going to love it, they are great live and don’t usually give us lots of trouble”

You couldn’t wait, you know form inside that it was going to be amazing.

“Would you like to see them now?”

“What?! Can I?”

“Well, they don’t usually like us to be around when they are having these little fights while rehearsing but it’s your first day with them and they may be allow you to be there”

Please, please, please.

“I’m going to ask, alright?”

“Alright”

You heart was pumping so fast that you have to close your eyes while waiting in the bus trying to relax. Your head was full with the images of the possible scenarios. What were you going to say if they allow you to be there? Should you talk? Should you introduce yourself or just be there quiet not to screw up? Because you are sure you will say something inappropriate like “I love you”, “You are amazing and I want to marry all of you”.

“Are you ok?”

A familiar voice suddenly interrupted you thoughts and when you opened your eyes and looked at the person that was at the door your heart stopped. Literally.

“Hello? You look like having a panic attack or something”

A pair of big blue eyes were watching you with a little concern.

“Emmm… yes “ You managed to say not knowing how.

“Nice. I’m looking for Dr.Brown, do you know where he is?” He smiled at you gently.

“He.. he… he is not here” Damn, very clever, as if he doesn’t have eyes to see that.

“Yes, I see” He laughed. “The thing is that I injured myself while playing and I need someone to cure it” He showed you his left hand, his fingers were covered with some blood. “So...I’m going to go search him”

“I think he is in the rehearsing room”  Relax yourself and be kind. He’s just a normal human being (in the body of a God). You can do this.

“Oh! We must have crossed then. Thank you!” And he started to go away when you stopped him.

“I can cure your fingers if you want”

“Really?” He looked suddenly very confused.

“Yes, I’m a medical student. I’m doing my practicals with Mike”

“Oh, nice!”

He entered the bus and sit in the gurney waiting for you to start. You standed up and began to put the gloves on. You were shaking and it was so obvious that an astronaut from the International Space Station will be able to notice it.

“Are you nervous?” He was looking at you with a funny smile.

“Yes… it’s my first day and I want to do things right” And you make me feel more nervous with that fucking perfect face of yours.

“Well, don’t be. I don’t usually bite, only on special occasions” You look at him and he winked at you making your cheeks turn red like a tomato.

You managed to prepare a gauze with some antiseptic and, with all the care your trembling hands allowed you, you took his hand and begin to apply the red product.  

“Are you going to be with us during all the tour then?”

“Yes” You relaxed as your felt that he was trying to make you feel comfortable with him. “Or maybe I am a disaster and Mike decides to fire me before” Both of you laugh and smiled at each other.

“I’m sure you are going to do great. You are doing amazing now being you first time curing a rock star”

“Do you consider yourself a rock star? A little pretentious don’t you think?” You both laugh. Again. And the nerves were vanishing because he was really charming and funny. Damn.

“Hey, I don’t know you name. Mine is Roger by the way but I think you know that”

“[y/n]”

“Great name”

“Thank you” You apply a little more of the product before finishing. “I think that should be enough. Try to be more careful next time, ok?” You stopped grabbing his hand and went to throw the gauze to the rubbish.

“Yes, yes. You know… I love the guys but sometimes I lost my temper with them so I imagine that I’m hitting his heads instead of the drums and things like this happen”

You laugh at his words like a fool one more time.

“I’m not going to put you a bandage because I want to let it dry so try to be careful. If tomorrow you need to play the drums come and either Mike or I will put some protection on the injury, ok?”

“I can’t promise anything. I love doing things with my hands you know…” He gave you that look somebody gives you to tease you and you know it so you decided to follow his game just a little.

“Like playing drums, eating, reading book…?” You smiled back.

“Among other things” He liked your answer and the way you looked at him and proceed to tease you a little bit more. “But you have forgotten the most important one”

“Really? And what is it?” Now you heart was pumping fast again waiting for the obvious answer that was written in his face.

“Well…” He was standing up now and approaching you dangerously. “It is-”

“Great news [y/n]! They don’t mind- Oh! Roger! I didn’t know you were here, I was looking for you! The guys told me you have hurt yourself playing”

“Yes but don’t worry Mike, [y/n] has already cure me, and she did amazing” He winked at you again. And the tomato cheeks appeared again.

“That’s nice! Well done [y/n], first test passed”

You just simply smiled.

“Well, I have to return to the rehearsing room again” He turned to look at you. “I’m not playing, I promise, but I have to be sure that the others don’t kill each other. Nice to meet you girl, and nice to see you Mike”

“Nice to see you too, Rog. Don’t come to visit often, please”

He laughed. “I’m the most injured one always and that’s a tradition I don’t want to ruin. Besides, now you have extra aid”

“I don’t think she wants to be curing you all the fucking time, she need to do other things” He said in a funny tone.

Curing that cute, hot, funny, charming drummer all the time? That wouldn't be a problem at all. Or maybe yes because I don’t want to fell in love with him. Or do I? No, no… he is a famous person who has all the girls he wants and I’m not going to allow that happen. I’m just going to have fun and be professional.

“[y/n]?” You heard Roger’s voice coming from the door.

“Yes?”

“I’ve said that it’s playing Scrabble”

You didn’t understand.

“My favourite thing to do with my hands is playing Scrabble” He smiled and winked at you one last time before leaving.

And you knew in that moment that if he was going to be like that with you the whole tour you were fucked. A lot.

[4lix]

restless nights; lee minho

[listening to] .... babybaby; suran 

Hi bubs, may I request a college au with Minho where the reader works at the coffee shop on campus (saving money because college is expensive af) and Minho having no sleep needs coffee, bus is awakened by the beauty of the reader?

can you do coffee shop minho but he’s like, totally not coffee shop material haha like he’s a dancer or something and school isn’t his thing and hes just really flirty?? if that makes sense????? thank you!!!! <3 

okay so these two were a bit similar

so me and my third eye decided to combine them 

bc coffee au x college au WITH MINHO? bitch its an experience 

so basically as the struggling college student you are who is living off of ramen noodles and the potato chips you found in the back of your cabinet last semester, you decided to get a job

but lets get real who the hell wants to work 

luckily the sweet old lady who owns the cafe down the block from your campus recently decided to go 24 hours

which meant more shifts available 

and meant you could maybe eat something besides ramen noodles and god was that a blessing. 

luckily you had afternoon classes, so working the night shift wasn’t an issue, plus it was only ever just you and a few customers, so the shift was quiet, peaceful, and you could get extra studying in when customers weren’t bothering you. 

for months working there it was peaceful, almost too peaceful, on the verge of being mind-numbingly boring

the only people who ever came in were miserable college students and old men who played bingo in the back 

until a week before finals, a boy who looked like he hasn’t slept in a billion years came stumbling inside, making all types of noise and heavy rap music blasting through his headphones, ruining the previously peaceful atmosphere

he doesn’t look like the type of boy to be in a coffee shop

he had this rugged look about him, hair an absolute mess and shoved inside of a beanie messily, his clothing a bit oversized and hanging off his body, and an adidas duffel bag alongside his backpack hanging off his shoulders 

probably an athlete of some sort 

he was your only customer you had all night 

the boy clearly lacked sleep, after he threw all his shit on a random table in the corner of the cafe, he stumbled over towards the counter eyes lazily meeting yours

as cliche as it is, the moment his eyes landed on your face, it’s like a surge of energy ran through his body 

he immediately straightened his figure, clearing his throat before trying to smile nicely, his previously pale face warming up to a shade of pretty pink

“h-hi..” he mutters nervously, and you greet him nicely with what you’ve been trained to say to everyone that walks in.

“hello! what can i get for you tonight? we’re doing a promotion for our night owls, free refills on all lattes after midnight!” you say with a bright smile and you swear you see him melt right then and there before he shakes his head and lets out of small laugh

“honestly, i don’t even really like coffee.” he admits and you turn your head in a bit of confusion

“so what exactly are you doing at a coffee shop?” you ask amusedly, and the boy with eye bags deeper than oceans looks up to meet eyes with you and maybe it was you melted that this time

he was... cute, dare you say the cutest boy you’ve ever seen, although you know most people wouldn’t consider this look he was sporting to be too attractive... i mean the boy had a hole in his shirt and his hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in days

“well there’s one thing i hate more than coffee.” he says simply, taking off his beanie briefly and running his fingers through his hair 

and just fuck it killed you 

“it’s getting kicked off the dance team because i’m failing organic chemistry. also now that i’m here, a pretty face like yours is definitely a reason to stick around” he says with a wink. 

god where the hell did this boy come from 

it was ass o clock and he clearly hadn’t slept in what looked like days but the flirtatious parts of his brain were working harder than the u.s marines.  

you stammered on your next words, cheeks dusting a slight pink, “u-uh-””

“i just need something that will wake me up, i have a quiz at noon tomorrow and i haven’t studied at all, whip me up something real good yeah?”

in with that he drops a bill on the table, saying a quick keep the change babe before he winks one last time, turns around and heads back to his seat

well its safe to say your kidney imploded 

why was he so ridiculously attractive? 

you couldn’t even move for a few moments after he walked away, and you swore you heard chuckles coming from his corner of the cafe, the little shit was amused by it all wasn’t he?

shaking your head, you start queueing up an order for your favorite latte on the menu with the most amount of caffeine possible. the boy looked dead, he’d need lots of it.

how exactly were you going to even give the boy his damn drink

even pushing the buttons for placing his order had your face burning red 

nonetheless you make the drink to the best of your ability, never bothering to care about measurements but fuck when its a customer that beautiful? suddenly you love your job, call you the world’s finest barista. 

while the coffee brewed, you couldn’t help but gaze dazedly at the boy across the room. 

he came here to study but it looked like he was already knocked out cold, head resting in his arms, his face completely exposed and you just abashedly admired his charms and beauty from afar. 

when the drink was finally done, you almost didn’t want to move his figure, but if the mountain of papers next to his body was anything to go by, he needed to be up and working.

you nudge him slightly, “white chocolate mocha with five shots of espresso.” you state simply, proud of yourself for not stuttering

his eyes slowly open, falling onto you and the cup in your hands 

he smiles kindly at you, thanking you before taking the drink out of your hands 

“let me know if you like it, if there’s any changes you want made I can fix it no problem!” thank goodness for all the training and practice you’ve had saying your directed lines, if it wasn’t for the training you’d probably be stumbling over every syllable. 

he takes a sip, and instantly his eyes widen.

“woah, i don’t even like coffee, but this is fucking amazing.” he compliments and you smile at him gratefully before taking your leave back behind the counter

the rest of the night is slow, just the sound of the boy typing away at his computer and the occasional turn of a page as you try to cram through reading a literature essay. 

“ahem”

you look up, it’s the boy again, a mischiveous smile on his face 

“could i get that refill?” he asks but there’s a lilt to his voice, something that makes you feel like he’s onto something, but you just nod regardless, turning around and whipping it up for him

he takes it thankfully and winks again

you go back to your essay 

fifteen minutes pass, and you hear footsteps walking towards the front counter again

“refill?” he says with a grin and you tilt your head slightly, “i just gave you one?” 

“i already finished it, it’s free refills after midnight right?” 

“well yeah but-”

“okay so i’d like a refill on my white chocolate mocha latte with five shots of espresso.” he says with a stupid grin and you find yourself getting slightly annoyed with the boy and his antics but nonetheless you turn around and prepare another drink for him

this goes on for another hour

you’ve made him like eight drinks

and god knows how he hasn’t exploded from all the liquid in his system

it isn’t until 4am, just an hour before your shift ends that the boy finally rises out of his seat, nine drinks later, stretching 

he begins packing up his stuff and you can’t tell if you’re relieved or kind of upset that he’s leaving. 

he stops by the counter one last time before he goes, sliding a paper your way 

“y’know i ordered all those drinks in hopes that you’d write your number down on one of them, but, seems like you didn’t get my drama reference.” that dumb smirk is back on his face and your face is burning up again, a laugh slipping past your lips

“instead of abusing me at work like this, you could’ve just asked for my number, you know that right? i went through like a pound of coffee beans and a carton of creamer because of you.” 

“and to think every cup was delicious to the last drop... you need a raise, really.” he slides a piece of paper toward you, “text me and maybe i can make you coffee next time?”

“you dont even like coffee, do you even know how to make it?” 

“i’ll learn.” 

“just for me? wow what a charmer you are.” 

“i get that a lot.” he winks 

“is your eye okay? you’ve winked like fifty times tonight.” you tease

“technically it’s morning.”

“technically you’re irritating.” 

he chuckles at your sassiness.

“you’re cute. ... y/n?” he reads your nametag 

“hate to say it but you’re kind of cute too.....” you hesitate for a moment, realizing you dont know his name

“minho, lee minho, i gotta get going, but text me, or else i’m coming back here tomorrow and i’m gonna order a hundred cups this time.” 

“i’m going to ban you from ever coming back to this cafe.”

“you’d never.”

“what makes you so sure of that?”

“well, if you did, who would you stare at all night if i wasn’t here?” for fucks sake he winks again and even makes a kissy face before throwing his backpack over his shoulder

“text me!” is all he shouts before leaving and you cup your face trying to calm the heat in your cheeks

you do text him, in fact you talk for hours, but he still decides to come to bother you for another night and it seemingly never ends as minho becomes a regular at the cafe.

you aren’t complaining though, the night shift isn’t so lonely with him here. 

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[filmbyjy]

Heyyy so luckily I’ve rescheduled some of my finals, so I’ve just been resting yesterday & today. I feel like lazy cuz I feel like I should be working, but I’m sick so I need to rest. I’m hoping I’ll feel better soon so I can get back to practicing & so I won’t have to miss anything. 

Tw//mentions of sickness

My head doesn’t hurt as much & my body is a little less achy, but I threw up the 2 pretzel sticks I ate this morning☹️I haven’t thrown up in years lol. I’m currently just resting in my bed, reading some tumblr posts. I’ll try to study later since I have an online exam tomorrow. Thank you for listening to me. I feel like I annoy people, so it’s nice to have a friend that will respond & who cares. Anyways, I hope things are going well with school! 💜

ooo that’s great that you’re resting now :D

please take care of yourself and don’t overwork!

omg wait, I hope after throwing up you feel better. honestly, I rarely throw up too and the only time that happens is when I feel extremely dizzy. I hate seeing vomit so like if I do throw up, I cover my eyes.

oh also, you don’t annoy me 🥺 I love reading and answering asks bc I would feel more connected with my readers! plus i’m also technically making new friends :)

[pizza-is-my-buziness]

'i called tech support bc netflix won’t work and somehow ended up discussing this series for 15 minutes with you do you wanna hang out when your shift ends’ AU pretty damn skimmons

This is so not fair. Cosmically unfair, Jemma thinks as shestares at the screen in front of her, informing her with clinical detachmentthat Netflix is experiencing some issues and cannot play this title at themoment.

All she’s wanted to do all week, while working endlessly inthe lab and stopping only to sleep and eat (sometimes), was to watch the entiresecond season of Stranger Things.It’s her guilty pleasure, the thing that lets her turn off her scientist brainfor the time being and just indulge in some good, old-fashioned science-fictionpulp. Plus the kids are adorable and she definitely roots for them to getthrough all their scrapes.

Plus her coworkers are threatening to spoil it for her if shedoesn’t get her act together and Jemma is finally, finally going to have a weekend that doesn’t involve going into thelab and studying specimens and writing reports and all she wanted was takeoutand Netflix and now…

Well now Netflix is telling her that it can’t play Stranger Things and either try again lateror pick something else.

Definitely not fair.

Jemma groans, hitting refresh one more time and hoping thather luck will finally change.

Unfortunately she just gets the same error message again: tryagain later or pick something else.

Well, that just won’t do. Because there’s not anything else.There’s only Stranger Things anddamnit Jemma is capable and smart and she is going to solve this problem.

So she reaches for her phone, punching in the number thatwill take her to Netflix costumer service. It takes a few tries, but sheeventually manages to connect to a line that promises to put her in touch witha real person. And honestly, Jemma isn’t sure what she expects; what, exactly,is tech support going to do? Show up to her house and fix the promise? But evenif the only thing she manages to do is complain for a few minutes, well, Jemmafigures she can roll with that too.

“Thanks for calling Netflix customer service,” says the boredsounding voice in Jemma’s ear. “My name is Daisy in New York, how can I helpyou?”

Briefly, Jemma wonders if Daisy really is in New York or ifshe’s just supposed to connect with the person currently requesting hersupport. Jemma figures if her account information had said she was from Chicagothen Daisy would probably be there too.

“I’m receiving an error message on my account,” Jemma tellsher, staring at aforementioned error message through narrowed eyes. “I thoughtthere might be some sort of…magic tech help you could give me.”

Saying the words out loud suddenly makes Jemma feel like oneof those people, who complain about thingsthat aren’t salespeople’s fault and who says things like “can you check theback” when there’s clearly none of the item in stock.

“I haven’t quite mastered the whole magic fix thing yet,”Daisy tells her, just a hint of amusement in her tone. “But I’ve definitely beenworking on it. Let me see what’s going on.”

Jemma expects to be placed on hold -and probably left therefor an endless stretch of time- but she can still hear Daisy humming in her earas she does whatever non-magical tech support thing that she’s attempting to doon her computer.

“So,” Daisy says conversationally, “what are you trying towatch, anyway?”

“Stranger Things,”Jemma replies, “the new season.”

“I love that show!” Daisy says, nearly shouting the words inJemma’s air. She smiles even as she moves the phone away somewhat. “You haven’tseen the new season yet?”

Jemma sighs but there’s still a smile on her face. “Not youtoo,” she says. “I get enough grief from my coworkers.”

“Well maybe you should listen to them and binge it like therest of us,” Daisy retorts. “I seriously don’t know how you have so muchself-control.”

Jemma gets to her feet, leaving her living room and making abeeline for her kitchen to put on a pot of water for tea. “It’s not so muchself-control as working too much,” she assures Daisy. “This is my first free weekendin a long time…which is why this whole error message thing is so unfair.”

“Yeah, that definitely sucks, we gotta fix that,” Daisyagrees. “I’m still trying to figure out exactly what’s going on with all ofthat.”

Jemma hums in agreement, though she’s already feelingresigned to the whole never going to watch StrangerThings thing. Time to just accept it. “So I guess you’re a big fan of theshow.”

“Who isn’t?” Daisy replies with a bit of a laugh. “It’spretty much the best show on Netflix right now.”

Jemma raises an eyebrow, even though she knows that Daisy can’tsee her. “Are you allowed to say that type of thing? You do work for them,after all.”

“Yeah, but still,” Daisy says dismissively. “It’s totally thebest. And the new season is even more awesome. Nancy totally kicks ass.”

“Ah, you’re a Nancy fan,” Jemma remarks. “Suddenly I need someoneelse to try and help me with my technical difficulties.”

“Hey!” Daisy protests. “Someone has to root for thecharacters everyone else hates, okay? And Nancy is pretty awesome so I’m noteven sorry.”

Jemma catches herself smiling and clears her throat, shakingher head. She should not be enjoying her conversation with Netflix customerservice this much. Honestly, she needs to get out of her lab more.

“Well, I suppose I’ll have to see for myself. If Netflix ever starts working, that is,”Jemma teases.

“Yeah, you know how those customer service people can be.They definitely don’t know what they’re doing,” Daisy says. “Can’t count onthem for anything.”

Suddenly, Jemma really wishes that she could see Daisy on theother end of the line because she can’t help but wonder if she, too, has asmile on her face.

“Are you really in New York?” Jemma asks for no reason otherthan that she’s completely curious.

“Yeah,” Daisy tells her. “They let me work remotely from homemost of the time, which can be nice until you’re sick of staring at the samewall all day. We’re actually not that far from each other. Okay, that soundedway creepier than I meant for it to sound.” Daisy says this last part quicklyand apologetically.

But still that annoying smile is hanging on. “Well, it’s goodto know there’s another Stranger Things fanin the area.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you don’t have to worry about that,”Daisy says with a laugh. “Though, I guess what you do need to worry about is the fact that apparently there’s some sortof issue with your entire area and we have some people on it, but it doesn’tlook like it’s going to be cleared up any time soon.”

Jemma feels her heart sink to the floor and she looks mournfullyin the direction of her TV. Even the thought of the tea currently steeping in herfavorite mug does little to cheer her up. “So no magical tech solution?”

“Afraid not,” Daisy says and sounds sincere in her words. “Buthopefully they’ll have it fixed by tomorrow morning.”

Jemma sighs. “Well, thanks anyway, Daisy,” she mutters. “Iguess it’s just not meant to be.”

“Okay, well, at the risk of sounding totally creepy yetagain, do you wanna like…come over to my place? I’m about done with my shiftand we can totally watch Stranger Thingsand talk about how awesome Nancy is.”

Daisy’s offer surprises Jemma, mostly because her firstinstinct is to blurt out the word yes.

“God, that was creepy, wasn’t it?” Daisy groans on the otherend of the phone. “I totally don’t blame you if-”

“Sure,” Jemma says quickly, before she can talk herself outof it. She had just been thinkingabout getting out of the lab more, hadn’t she? “Sure. Why not?”

“Really?” Daisy sounds both excited and skeptical, which ishonestly how Jemma is feeling at the moment.

Jemma turns the idea over in her mind for a moment. It’s nottoo late to back out and it wouldn’t be weird if she did and yet…

“It’s better than hanging around alone on a Friday night,right?” Jemma says and realizes that she does, really, want to go hang out withDaisy.

What does she have to lose?

“Cool,” Daisy says, and Jemma is pretty sure that she’ssmiling, even if she can’t see it. “Okay, awesome. I guess I’ll see you infifteen minutes.”

Jemma nods, pursing her lips together to hide her smile. “Okay.See you then.”

And then she hangs up, ending what has to be the strangestcustomer service call that she’s ever made in her entire life.

Or possibly the best.

Only time will tell, she supposes.

[temporalecology]

The term fieldwork is used pretty much everywhere, to the extent that it can refer to an array of different tasks. Prior to this fieldwork opportunity in Smithers, my impression of fieldwork was limited to the classroom setting – walking around as a class with profs in Pacific Spirit Park looking at ferns and mosses and take notes, very chill and sweet… Undoubtedly, our Smithers field work exposed me to a different flavour: a challenging, exciting, and itchy (shoutout to our “welcome committee”) one.

“Are you ready for a road trip?” It all began with Deirdre - our lovely grad supervisor (more like a friend) -picking us up on that cool Saturday morning. Wait, back up back up back up: it began with me intently shopping for fieldwork two weeks earlier, making sure I’ve got the right footwear and raingear (which turned out to be lifesaving). In fact, 3 days before our departure, Deirdre alerted us with an email saying, “the risk of fries in British Columbia is very high at the moment” (her typo: fires) that we would need to play by the ear and be extra cautious. Obviously, on the ride there, fire was one of the many topics that we covered.

The ride was quite fun: Deirdre and Sophia shared driving responsibility while I sat at the back and ate apples. We managed to land a spot on a campground in Prince George the first night and that was my first time camping. Who would have thought it only got better from there.

After another 5 hours of ride, we reached Smithers, a small town with vibrant sceneries. Getting groceries, having a home-cooked meal, and lying down on my bed in our little cabin, only one thing was missing: running water. Well, how greasy can I get without a shower for a week? I calmed myself and fell asleep.

The first couple of days of fieldwork were not too bad. The weather was great, and PI Lizzie and Johnathan were there for emotional support. After a series of bushwhacking and trying not to fall over, I had some sense of what the research was about: essentially, we are testing the Janzen-Connell hypothesis in Babine Mountains Provincial Park, trying to see if the density of seedlings and their proximity to parent trees limit their survival and growth potential. There are around 15 square-shaped plots established on Mount Harvey, each was 400 m2 in size. All the adult trees were tagged and taken diameter at breast height (DBH) measurement to yield information on stand density for species within each plot. Along the transect (diagonal) of each plot, there were 6 0.5*0.5 plots where we measured seedling height and took germinant counts. The year 2021 is the 3rd year the lab came to this site, and ideally, at least two more years of observations will be made.

Working in the field came with many challenges. First and foremost, hiking. Since we are examining the gradient effect of elevation, plots are all over the mountain. Every morning we would hike up, and each following day we hiked up a bit further. Deirdre and Sophia are super fit while I am more of a slow hiker, setting my heavy pace here and there. Another fun thing adding to the hike is how much you would sweat. Since we would start the day super early in the morning, it was quite cold and therefore, we wore multiple layers. As we hiked up, our clothes and hair got super wet because of the sweat. Then when we reached the top of the mountain, it became cold again given the elevation, especially under the canopy where there was no sunlight. It got freezingly cold as the wind blew, not to mention locations like this are perfect as the breeding ground of mosquitoes (what my friend and I call the “welcome committee,” because in the wild where you hardly encounter a single person, worry not, you are always welcomed by swarms of mosquitoes). The mosquito jacket, though unsightly, was a welcome plus one.

Walking in the forest itself is, difficult. It is more like crawling than walking, especially in forest stands where there are a ton of down snags. They are too high to go over, and the branches are incredibly poky. Finding the plots was another big challenge. Living in a modern city certainly does not prepare me for wayfinding in the wild. There is nothing to use as references. Every direction you look, you see the same dense understory. The ground is covered with thick carpets of mosses, leaf litters, and nurse logs, and finding a tiny germinant in such a setting is like finding one particular grain of sand on a beach.

Besides taking measurements of seedlings and germinants and identifying trees, we were also tasked to set up new 20*20 plots at higher elevations than did previously. This is super interesting to me because as an oftentimes clueless undergrad reading the method section of journal articles, despite seeing people say, “we had this many plots so and so,” I never used to think about how those plots were established. Again, in the wild, there is no reference to help set up the boundary, so GPS and compass are key. To delineate a square-shaped plot in a dense forest, we first determine one corner of the plot by selecting a lucky tree candidate and flag it. Then we want to take the measuring tape and walk – in this case – 20 meters straight following the compass. This sounds a lot easier than reality because when you picture walking 20 meters in your head, you picture walking on paved and level ground. Now think again, only this time picture a windy and rainy day walking in a dense forest with bushes above your waist and trees blocking your straight path ahead with painfully poky branches ready to mess with you (remember also the welcome committee). Moreover, you are not walking on level ground: the slope can get as high as 60 degrees plus, and you are at risk of falling to the ground at any moment. If you are not completely walking in a straight line, you will need to go back and redo the boundary. Once you are finally happy with the direction and straightness of the measuring tape in your hand, you select another tree closest to you after you’ve walked 20 meters and this tree becomes your second corner. You then change direction to find the next corner and hopefully, by the time you get to your last corner, you are not too off. Now that you have a plot, you then go on to sample within the plot, taking measurements of trees and soils and whatever is of your interest.

Most days are like this. We hike, we do some sampling, we eat sandwiches, we do some other sampling. Not having access to running water made me realize how bad it is that we take running water for granted in cities. However, one silver lining about being dirty is that I got to sit whenever and wherever I wanted in the forests. Because of the worsening of the wildfires, we had to head back to Vancouver earlier than planned, but good enough that we finished our tasks in time.

Some good perks we had during this field season included a couple of great hikes beyond the tree line (Hudson Bay Mountain), a visit to Jim Pojar’s house (the author of the BC plant book, my forestry friends were so jealous), the Kombucha beer Lizzie bought me, and the detour to Jasper, Alberta that we took on our way back to avoid the fires. With no doubt, this fieldwork was invaluable to me as it helped me gain insight into what field ecologists do and made me think about what kind of work, I would like to carry out for my graduate studies one day. I was quite tired after the fieldwork, but of course, I was barely scratching the surface here. On our way back to Vancouver, seeing the smoke of forest fires rise to the sky, so tragically beautiful that many people were taking pictures, I thought to myself: Patience, endurance, and curiosity are for sure, major ingredients to make a good scientist, and they are attributes that need cultivation. I hope there is something we can do for the planet’s tomorrow. I hope it is not too late.

- Alina Zeng, August 2021

[shinwnn]

college! jinwoo au

sokay jinwoo is s u p e r well known on campus because he's essentially the guy that’s always fun to be around and exudes confidence

he’s studying linguistics bc he’s fascinated with languages but also he just loves to talk and everyones always making jokes about how he’s so good with languages because he loves the sound of his own voice so much that he never shuts up

he also works at the campus radio station bc he just loves music so much!! AND he’s worked his way up to being a host so getting to play music & talk is basically the dream for him

everyone always tunes in during the hours that jinwoos hosting bc his taste in music is honestly amazing and he has the best radio voice and it makes everything he says sound interesting

you also listen to his show bc he honestly has never played a song you didn’t either already love or instantly fall in love with

but also you’re really beginning to hate this boy because the only reason you actually know him is because he lives right above you in the dorms

and he hosts the L O U D E S T parties that always happen to go till 4 am

usually you and your roommate fight over who has to go up and ask them to quiet down but tonight your roommate is out with some friends and its already 2 am you’re just laying in bed listening to the nonstop thudding sounds coming from above you & ur almost about to die because you have a 7:30 class tmrw

finally you force yourself out of bed and and into the hallway toward jinwoo’s room and you're so tired you're basically already half asleep

when you knock on the door and jinwoo comes out to see sleepy you in an oversized sweatshirt and leggings trying to form a coherent sentence ( it came out more like “the sound.. .too much.. please. stop.. the sound… theres a lot of it”) he can’t help but think you’re about the cutest thing he’s ever seen

and maybe if your eyes weren’t half closed and you weren’t entirely annoyed with the boy, you would’ve also thought he looked cute in his skinny jeans, t-shirt that was just a little bit too big, and perfectly messed up hair

but right now you're pretty much only focused on keeping yourself from completely collapsing in his door way

he feels really bad because you look like you're about to pass out but then his party has expanded to basically the whole floor and he’s lost the ability to control the noise level

he  looks around for a few seconds and without saying anything goes to try to shuffle people into rooms and closing the doors in attempt to quiet things down a little

in the meanwhile you're still standing there in the door way wondering if you should go back now but for some reason your feet aren't moving and wow the floor looks really comfortable right now

but then before you can go to ur final resting place on the floor, jinwoo is back in front of you and he notices that you're like not stable so he puts his hands on your shoulders to try and hold you up and he's like “sorry about everyone. i don’t know if i can do much more about the noise, but i hope that helped a little bit???... also are you okay???”

and no ur obviously not okay bc all you've wanted for the past 3 hrs is to go to bed but everything like 20x quieter now and its so peaceful so you just offer a sleepy smile and nod and turn around to head back toward ur room and ur bed

but then suddenly someones linked their arm with yours and its jin jin trying to be cute and gentlemanly and walk u back to ur room but mostly he's like 90% sure ur gonna collapse in the hall on the way back

ur initial reaction is !! heLLO STRANGER DANGER?? you've only talked to this boy like twice ??? and u sort of tug ur arm away

but jin jin reacts really quickly and like gently pulls u back and he's like “you look like you could use the help. c’mon-“

but even half asleep u does not want the pity of a random cute boy who throws loud parties and disturbs ur sleep so u slightly perk up and are like “ what’s that supposed to mean? are U trying to say I look BAD?”

and jin jin is kind of flustered and taken aback but immediately recovers bc pls this is park jinwoo

“actually i think you look pretty cute and id rather not wake up tomorrow morning to find that you tripped down the stairs to your death while going back to your room because you were too tired.”

so ur like annoyed but ur also like ,,,, fine, maybe i do need someone to make sure i don't die before i get back to my room and also you're kinda leaning into him while u guys are walking and its really nice not having to carry ur own weight

when u guys get to ur door jin jin leans against the frame as ur unlocking it and before u go in he decides to throw away any shred of pride he has and goes for the literally cheesiest line bc he’s never seen anyone look as cute as you do right now

“so, what about a good night kiss?”

u look up to see the brightest smile u have ever?? seen?? like how is he glowing right now but also ur like “did u really just say that”

and u see him get kinda embarrased and ur like woW IS PARK JINWOO THE GOLDEN BOY OF THE SCHOOL ACTUALLY BLUSHING RIGHT NOW??

he’s not really use to rejection bc he hasn't really met a girl he would put himself out there for (but lets be real even if he had, no one would've rejected him what are u doing??)

so he just looks down at the floor and puts his hand on his neck like “ha h a, , yeah, probably shouldn’t have”

but he looks really cute all flustered and you dunno why, tho its probabbly bc ur so tired that u don't actually know if any of this is really happening, but u give him a peck on the cheek and a quick good night before u go inside to ur sweet, sweet bed

n jin jin is just standing outside of ur room, stunned bc WOW ur an angel did that really just happen to him

by the time he gets back to his floor, the partying has pretty much died down to nothing since he really killed the mood when he started pushing people into their rooms for your sake

so he just goes to his room and his roommate mj is laying in bed on his phone (super calm for a change) and jin jin all but jumps on him like “you wouLD NOT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED”

and ofc mj immediately is as awake as ever dying to know what

after telling mj every detail he basically goes to bed thinking about u being cute whereas youve been knocked out for the past 20 minutes without so much as a thought about it

the next day you’re up by 7 bc u want to get some food and coffee before class so you hit up a cafe on the way to the lecture hall and order your food and sit down at one of the tables to wait

you're running on about 4 hrs of sleep right now so you're not exactly at your prime and you're leaning on your arm while scrolling through your instagram when suddenly your hair is being ruffled and you hear “morning sleepyhead!”

you look up to see jin jin smiling his goofy smile and you’re like “okay firstly, never touch my hair ever again. secondly, why on earth are u up so early, u probably went to bed like … an hour ago”

so he’s like telling u about how he’s helping out around the studio during the morning radio show today and you guys start talking about his radio show and he finds out you listen and it makes him feel all warm and happy for some reason

and you guys start talking about music and you guys have pretty much the same taste and he slips in that he’s been working on some music with his roommate and a few friends and he just gets so excited talking about it

when he can tell that you’re genuinely interested and you ask him questions about their group (which he says is called astro) you can literally see his eyes lighting up and you’re losing track of time bc this is honestly one of the nicest conversations you've had in a long time with one of the nicest boys like, ever

but then u get a notification and see the time on your phone and it’s freaking 745!!!  ur already 15 min late to class and you're still like 10 min away from the hall so you grab your things and are like

“shoot im sorry i totally forgot about the time im late to my lecture”

and while you're cleaning up you just keep rambling about how you're screwed bc the class isn't recorded or anything and you don't know anyone you can get notes from and you had like 4 hours of sleep yesterday (which u remind him is his fault) and oh my goodness why is everything bad happening to you

and jin jins just sitting and sipping his coffee looking at you with most amused look on his face and you're still all flustered from being late and u go to throw ur trash away and

when ur back jin jin has ur book bag over his shoulder and his hands are in his pocket as if this is like a normal thing that u do everyday and ur just like ?? are u robbing me? give me my bag and hes like

“no, cmon i’m walking you to class”

and u don't have time to fight it and really you don't mind at all so you just head out the door toward your hall when u remember that he has to go to work and then u forget that you're totally late for class bc now you're worried for him being late for work and u try to grab ur bag from him and are like “o  my goSH JINWOO ur gonna be LATE for WORK”

but he completely ignores u and just keeps on walking and ur like ARE U LISTENING and he finally turns around and is just like

“i can afford to be a little late, they wont miss me. plus i’d much rather be with you”

and ofc be freaking winks at u and ur like oh my goodness that was cute but u just roll ur eyes and are like “okay fine, but don’t get used to walking me to places”

and u suddenly remember last nights events very clearly ending with u kissing him on the cheek and u get embarrassed

and it only gets worse when he's like “why? i thought i was pretty good at it, especially after the kiss you gave me for it last night. i was getting ready to transfer majors to physical education so i could work on my stamina and walk you to even further places. it was supposed to be our tradition, walking places. man it was gonna be good”

and ur annoyed bc you've never met someone so irritating yet likable. how does that even work? i dk, but park jinwoo does

when u guys get to ur lecture hall ur suddenly not in a rush at all to go inside bc as much as u hate to admit it to urself, you’d much rather hang out with jin jin

so now ur just standing face to face and he’s looking at you smiling his angelic smile and now its ur turn to contemplate what to do before you leave

and u just wrinkle ur nose before finally deciding to give him a quick peck on the cheek again and then ur just like “maybe that can be part of the tradition”

before he can say anything you've already grabbed ur bag and run into the hall and left him smiling like an idiot

when he gets to work he's still so happy and he’s in a good mood everyday but today it’s just like, intensified all his coworkers can tell he's happier than usual and they’re just like “had a good morning jin jin?” and he's like “GREAT MORNING”

meanwhile ur sitting in class like omg did i actually just do that? also why?

and then like 20 minutes later ur like okay i like park jinwoo

after you get out of class you head back to your dorm to work on some essays for a couple of hours and you see that it’s around the time that jin jin is hosting so you tune in

and after the song that’s playing ends you hear jin jin’s voice and he’s talking about his theory on how toy story and finding nemo are connected and all u can do is roll ur eyes and laugh

but then u hear him go “you should be out of class by now, so i hope you're listening. this next songs for you sleepyhead”  

u can hardly believe u just heard him say that and find u urself blushing & even more so when u realize the song that’s playing is pretty u by seventeen

right as you hear the last lines of the song “does she love me, does she love me not…” you get a text from jin jin

“pretty cool huh? i think that deserves a thank you”

to which you reply “you want me to thank you for passive aggressively dedicating songs to me?”

he eventually gets you to agree to let him take u out for dinner and you're so amazed with how comfortable you feel around him and how easily he makes u laugh

it’s just really perfect since u guys started officially dating

a lot of the songs being played during jin jins hours have suspiciously been love songs so much so that he started getting complaints and u had to force him to start playing other things

and as far as those parties that last till 3 am, lately jin jins been finding it a lot more appealing to just sit on the couch with you sharing a blanket and exchanging sleepy kisses as you listen to music

[wannabeone-blog]

Hwang Minhyun Best Friends to Lovers!

request: plz do Minhyun besties to lovers!

request: can you do marriage life scenarios with minhyun?

i combined the requests but if you’d like the marriage life separately, feel free to request again!

you and minhyun had been friends since nearing the end of high school

you were paired up for one of your final projects

which caused you to exchange numbers and hang out more during the summer

you were going to the same university and neither of you knew anyone else so you two became inseparable by the time first semester started

minhyun and you would have little study dates even if you two didn't take the same courses

you picked up a part time job and the campus cafe, and minhyun would often come in, sitting at the counter so he could chat with you as you worked

your coworkers started hinting to you that you might have deeper feelings for minhyun

like "y/n your face brightens whenever he walks through the door, even if you were having a bad day you become instantly happy in his presence"

and you were like "no we're just really good friends"

you walked home that night with minhyun so you could change before you guys went for your weekly walk under the stars

a way for you both to just kind of lose the stress from college

he sat in your living room and gave you time to change out of your work uniform

typically you didn't care what you wore whenever you went out

it was just minhyun and you felt comfortable around him but tonight was different

so instead of just wearing some old hoodie and leggings like you typically did

you dressed a little nicer and actually brushed your hair and applied some light make up

you felt a little ridiculous doing so but you couldn't shake the feeling that you were being too casual

when you went back downstairs minhyun smiled at you

"you look really nice tonight y/n"

you could of sworn you felt your heart race for which you scolded yourself

"no y/n he's just being nice. he's your best friend stop acting like this" you repeated in your head

but that didn't stop you from blushing whenever your hands brush or whenever the moonlight highlights his features perfectly

"hey y/n?"

"yes minhyun?"

"you know i like you, right?" he said, looking up at the sky as he continued walking

meanwhile you stopped in your tracks, trying to recover from what just happened

"oH"

"you good?" he asked, looking over his shoulder, a smile on his face when he saw your confused and slightly flustered form

"yeAh" you squeaked "it's just..i thought you were going to judge me for dressing up a little more than usual or something, i don't know what's gotten into me, but hearing you say you like me, makes me happy?" you say before jogging to catch up with him

"you look beautiful tonight y/n, that's all that needs to be said, and i'm willing to wait if you need time to think it through"

he walked you back home, embracing you a bit longer than usual before letting you go "see you tomorrow"

he acted as if he had never confessed in the morning, vowing to wait as long as you needed

a few weeks later you shyly told him that you felt the same way

this boy was ecstatic, it took a lot for him not to touch you in some shape or form

you went back to your cozy little dates

and whenever minhyun came into the cafe your co-workers would give you a knowing look

you continued your midnight walks but they would usually end with you at his house pulled against his frame in his bed

after almost a year of dating, minhyun took you out on a walk a little earlier than he typically did

right around sunset

you two were walking down the almost empty streets when minhyun suddenly said

"i love you. i love how you shyly smile whenever i compliment you. i love how you blush whenever i see you in one of my shirts or hoodies. i love getting to see your beautiful smile first thing in the morning, and the last thing before i sleep. i love having you close to me, and when you fuss over me when i get sick or stressed. i love how you get so excited and happy over the little things, and how you trust me enough to come to me when you have a problem. i could go on forever about all the thing i love about you, but i love you y/n. you're the first girl i've ever dated, and you're the girl i want to stay with forever. y/n, will you marry me?"

he pulled out a ring, getting down on one knee

you weRE SO EMBARRASSED BC HE BROUGHT THE ATTENTION OF BYPASSERS ONTO YOU

but overall you were so happy, and you said yes

he fussed over the wedding more than you did tbh

and once he finally thought it was perfect

he remembered he picked jaehwan to be his best man

he almost died

after the wedding things mainly went back to normal

other than minhyun was a little more affectionate and needy

he didnt let this show when you were just dating bc he didn't want to scare you away lol

but he would kiss you more often

he'd hold you close almost all the time

and he'd want to cuddle almost everyday when you both get home from work

plus he says i love you 49830184x a day so you never forget and always feel loved

[soap-brain]

gonna take a sec here and talk about my life in some detail bc things are happening

so like. life is fucking great atm. technically.  because there are finally people who are ... idk, interested in me and like me for me and where i don’t have to hide and who are willing to talk with me and who are here for ravenna, and not just bits and pieces of her. and ... that’s really fucking great and i’m hanging out with people who geniunely like me. and ... that’s never happened to me before (lol i am so happy i’m away from my dearest lea i hope you get fuckin’ rekt or smth you toxic bitch) (seriously though i am super happy to be rid of her, i’m feeling ... so good honestly, it’s such a relief). i’m going to a poetry slam tomorrow, we went out for dinner and drinks yesterday and sometime next week me and a couple others are going to see the new thor. so that’s awesome.

but ... i also feel like i don’t have enough time. not because i’m having such an active social life (i’m not, i’m just hanging out a normal amount), and not in the “oh my god my life is almost over i’m going to die soon i’m so old” kinda way, but just ... twenty-four hours in a day is fucking nothing. i’m currently trying to plan out my days in a bit more detail, because my general plan isn’t working too well for me, and ... there is so fucking little time. like ... tomorrow, for example. i know i’ll be fucking useless before 9am. i’m aiming for 8am but idk how well that’s gonna go. so say i start at 8. i go over my flash cards until ten, which is two hours. you’d think it’s a lot but i have a LOT of flash cards to learn. after that i’ll take a half hour break. then i’ll get ready for my presentation on monday until noon. then i’ll take another half hour break, and then i’ll take half an hour to get ready for anatomy class aka look over my topic and do research for that. then i’ll take an hour off, have lunch, write a little maybe (even tho idk what to have for lunch unless i go get bread before starting my day). then from two to three i’ll go over my flash cards again. from three to five i’ll do extra work on my presentation, maybe on my topic too if i need to, or i’ll continue working my way through the textbook. then i’ll  have an hour off and we’ll go to the poetry slam at six, and that is on until nine. i’ll get home, wash up and hopefully hit the bed at ten, which i need because otherwise i will have world’s worst time getting up the next morning. and ... the tally is seven hours of work (including smaller breaks and stuff), and ... that’s just not enough time. i don’t know whether seven hours of work is even enough, but in that time i also didn’t hit the gym at all, i didn’t vacuum, i didn’t do my laundry, i didn’t shower (which i absolutely need to do tomorrow), i didn’t clean up my desktop, i didn’t make a meal plan for next week etc etc.  and i still didn’t watch any of the sectio chirurgica eps, didn’t watch any more tas or voy, didn’t write, didn’t read ...  there just isn’t enough time and that’s so frustrating. because i’m so excited to go to the poetry slam tomorrow and i’m so excited to learn all this (even if it is a bit of a drag sometimes lmao), and i am still kinda excited about anatomy class, and i am excited about working out, and i am excited about writing, but ... there is no time, you feel? and on monday i’ll get up to be at the store at 8, so i can get breakfast items and generally do my shopping, and then i still have an hour before class so i can go over my presentation again, and then i’ll spend five hours at uni if i do go get lunch with the others (and i do want to, so), and then i’ll probably manage to squeeze two hours doing flash cards into the afternoon, but i also want to go the gym, which’ll take 90 mins approx, and then when i come back it’ll be shortly before eight, so i gotta eat by then, and then i can maybe squeeze in another hour or so of studying, either going through the textbook or preparing for the next class on tuesday, and then it’ll be nine thirty pm, and then i gotta get ready for bed, but i didn’t yet watch the new disco ep, but if i don’t go to bed at ten, then i know i won’t be able to get up early the next morning. there just isn’t enough time to do everything i need to do and want to do.  and then i’ll have pretty much the same day on tuesday, and then i’ll have wednesday off, so that’s where i might sleep an hour longer usually, but this week i have an appointment at 8:15, and then i’ll try to put in five hours of studying plus two hours of going to the voluntary seminar which i probably should do, and then i’d like to go to the gym as well, so boom, eight hours+ done for. and then the week after next it’s my little sister’s birthday on tuesday, so i should her present sent before the weekend so it arrives on time, but i don’t know when to even shop for the present, so i’ll have to do that on friday or so, and then two days after her birthday i’ve got an exam, so i also gotta study a lot for that, and then two weeks after that december is going to start, and ideally i’d have all the presents ready in the first week of december so i can relax the rest of december and don’t have to worry about that and can instead focus on starting to study for chemistry so i pass that at the end of the semester, but there’s also another exam on the organs very shortly before christmas, and then at the end of january there’s the third exam which i think is neuroanatomy, and then two days after that there’s the final on anatomy class, and sometime around that time i’ll have to do the chem exam, and then i’ll likely visit my parents again so i’m there for my mom’s birthday, and then i’m going to come back because a) i have some more uni (in my holidays, i know) and b) a great friend of mine is visiting so close to me, and then i’ll get to see them which i usually don’t (bc they come all the way from america so like ...), and then the new semester will start already and i just hope i’ll have had time to already pre-study for that. oh yeah and on one of the first days of december another really great friend of mine has their birthday, and i wanna do something for that, and i already know what, but it’ll take a lot of time.

just ... time. i don’t have nearly enough. i need 48 hrs every day, honestly.

anyways. i am super happy though. life is finally going really great. i still have a lot of work to do with my personality and who i am vs who i want to be, but ... seriously, while moving seemed so bad because i would lose my “one true friend” (who then freaked out about me “destroying the friendship” and “not taking her feelings into consideration”), and i’d have to start completely anew and i’d be all on my lonesome, it turned out to be so good for me. i’m so incredibly happy. i just seriously need more fucking time :D

anyways, i’ll go now, i’ll do some planning. if you read all the way until here, you get a free ... a free ... a free emoji. reply to this post with anything and you shall receive your free emoji for all your troubles :DDD