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Things the Types Need to Hear

ESFP: Look, I get it, you leave people in the dust because you know how crazy and all over the place your life can be and you’re also crazy scared to let somebody in just to have it end up with you accidentally leaving them and both of you getting hurt, but emotional intimacy and real depth in friendships are 100% worth it in the end and it’s the struggle and fight of a lifetime to keep them in your life, but it’s also the greatest gift and you can’t keep denying yourself that intimacy and friendship. 

ISFP: I know you have a lot of great desires and wonderful dreams and they might seem too far off and too crazy and too beautiful to come true, but you have them for a reason, and you gotta stop paralyzing yourself with fear and take that first step and throw yourself into the unknown, and that’s the scariest part, I know, but we both know you’re braver than you look, and that your passion can make it happen. 

ENFP: I know that the moment you hit an obstacle or two when you first start working towards that far off dream, it’s scary and it makes you want to crumble and run away to a new thing like you think you always do, but don’t! You’re miles more tenacious and capable than you give yourself credit for and you’ve got to discipline yourself and trust that your talents and optimism can and will propel you through whatever is keeping you from your goals. 

INFP: I know it’s hard to feel understood and it’s easy to let yourself become bitter by the ways of the world or whatever’s happening, but closing yourself off to others isn’t going to save you the pain. You have a natural capacity to understand others that’s hard for the other types to grasp and when you stop yourself from using that talent, or use it for selfish reasons, you’re doing yourself a massive injustice. 

ESTP: Listen, I totally get that the world is full of fun and interesting things and you want to experience them all, but you’ve got to remember that for a lot of the people that come along with you, they’re there to experience YOU as much as they’re there for the thing itself. Don’t let yourself forget that half the fun of anything is who you’re doing it with. 

ISTP: I know you generally don’t mean to yell or be rude when your irritated and that it’s really just a passing thing and you don’t generally care all that much, but just apologize to people after you’ve calmed down! Explain it to them and that you don’t mean it! Admit to yourself that you care enough about them to try to make amends, even when you’re just being a little crotchety; it means a lot to the feelers lol. 

ENTP: You’re a genuinely fun person to be around and you usually rack up a reputation for that, but just because you’re funny and witty and damn smart doesn’t mean you don’t have feelings and problems that need to be externalized, and trust me, the right people will be more than willing to talk about what’s really happening in your life one minute and go back to elaborate jokes the next without a problem. Don’t stunt your emotional growth for the sake of brevity. 

INTP: It’s okay to not know what to do in an emotional situation. Like, it’s genuinely okay. If somebody’s opening up to you, half the time your presence and you listening is 95% of what they need in that moment. Don’t avoid the situations just because it causes writer’s block emotionally. Emotional availability comes with experience. You’ll learn. Just, be your goofy self and the rest will come with time. 

ENFJ: You’ve got to realize that although holding yourself to such a high standard is noble and praiseworthy, that it sometimes eclipses your ability to be a good friend when that was the goal in the first place. You’re human and can’t do everything for your friends that you’d want to be able to do when they need help, and profusely apologizing and beating yourself up for it just shifts the focus off of helping your friend and turns it to you. Accept your humanity, and just do what you can. They appreciate the help, I promise. 

INFJ: I know you have a tendency to feel misunderstood and want people to show you that they love you and care about you, but you don’t get to say you’re fine AND disappear on people. Either say you’re not okay and pull back, or say you’re okay and stick around long enough for somebody to see through the BS. In my experience, y'all have a habit of making things a self-fulfilling prophecy, and that doesn’t do you any good! Be forward, be honest, and just be vulnerable; they care more than you convince yourself they do. 

ESFJ: I need to be straight with y'all. Learn how to talk about something other than your 4-5 current fixations. In my experience, N’s have a crazy hard time being close with you because you keep bringing the topic back to one of your current Favorite Things™, whether it be the semester abroad you just got back from or the first date that’s scheduled for two weeks from now. Expand your area of interest and you’ll find people will be much more authentic with you. 

ISFJ: You have this really amazing ability to notice the small things about people and that helps you show them you care about them in these really great and meaningful ways, but you can’t let yourself overthink the small things you notice about people. One of my good ISFJ friends started poking around trying to see if alcoholism ran in my family after noticing I’d been drinking wine a lot recently. You might have an intention to help, but overthinking/overanalyzing like that and trying to involve yourself in helping can hurt your friendships. 

ESTJ: Your presence is powerful and intense and that’s great at times, but you’ve got to let out your goofy fun side more, and hoe we’ve all seen it before, you’re a damn riot after a beer or two. People, in general, care more about fun than having every plan go right during the night/event. Be willing to be fun more, you’re so good at it. 

ISTJ: I know you get frustrated with yourself because you want to do new things and get out there and be a fun person, but the thing is, you’re so much better at being a responsible, caring person. Befriend the chaotic, crazy, lovable rascals and let them bring the fun to you (or more often than not, drag you kicking and screaming to where the fun is). 

ENTJ: Look, I’m an INTJ, so I know how hard this is to swallow, but showing you care about a person sometimes isn’t so much giving them solutions to their problems or trying to correct an issue; a lot of the other types literally just want you to listen and hear them out. And you gotta do that sometimes, babe. And shut your damn mouth while they’re telling you everything, okay? Just. Let them finish. 

INTJ: For the love of all that is holy, just cry already. Cry alone if you have to, or better yet, just go to the person you’d literally murder a thousand people for and freakin’ cry about all the crap you’ve been bottling up for the past two months and accept that you can have razor-sharp rationale and be a damn human at the same time. And just admit that you’re insecure about your relationship with that person because you care about them so much and you’re not the best at trusting people.

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Originally posted by osyub

pairing: jung hoseok x reader
genre/warnings: smut, fluff, slight angst (this is low-key cute and sad at the same time, my heart)
words: 5,959
summary: you’ve been in a long-distance friendship with Hoseok for a couple of years, hiding feelings that you think he may also reciprocate. What happens when you finally cross paths with him again…
note. based on a request. Named after this song here. Also, periods of italics indicate the characters are speaking English!

a/n: by the way, who’s shocked I managed to write something under 6k…Has this ever happened before?! Also, this is really different for me because I don’t usually like writing so close to reality, but I loved the idea so much, I had to write it!

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How To Stop Procrastinating

For all the procrastinators out there, here’s a list of tips that a fellow procrastinator has found very useful through the years to get her actually doing stuff.

Start studying from day one

I know you’ve heard this a million times, but seriously, before the panic of “I can’t possibly catch up with all of this’ kicks in. Once this happens, you won’t even want to try so you’ll just procrastinate even more. I know it seems overkill to study on the first day, but think of it this way, you’ve covered almost no material and it will take you no time. Also, it only takes 30 days to form a habit, I promise you revising every day becomes second nature after a while.

But I’m already in the middle of my academic year and I can’t possibly catch up!

I’ve heard that excuse a thousand times, from myself that is. So you can’t catch up? Well, don’t. If it’s a class where you don’t need to know the previous material to understand what you’re learning about right now, take it from that point and keep up with it. You can catch up on the previous stuff little by little when you have free time.

But it’s a cumulative class and I need to know the previous material to understand what the heck my profesor is talking about! 

Watch some youtube videos on the material or go to Khanacademy. You just need to grasp the basics, you can perfect your knowledge on those topics later on, if you have time.

I just can’t get myself to open the book 

First, what is it you need to do TODAY? Let’s say you need to study a unit that has x pages and you have three days ro study it. Today you will study x/3 pages. You get it, don’t just study aimlessly, give yourself a finish point. Then write down what you want to accomplish (it’s incredibly satisfying to cross things out) but don’t write more than 5 tasks (unless they’re really small ones) per day.

Now is when you find that you don’t actually want to do any of the things on that list, so what do you want to do NOW? Do you want to watch a youtube video? Read a book? Pee? What were you planning to do to procrastinate? Well you can still do it. That is, once you study a page (or x pages, whatever you feel up to). This can be repeated until you hit that finish point you stablished earlier. You can also add extra weekly rewards like ‘If I do all my studying this week, I can do x or I can buy y’ (think small stuff, x can be calling a friend to hang out and y can be a color pen). But remember, just as important as getting that reward if you do your work is NOT getting the reward if you DON’T do the work. I don’t mean like don’t indulge if you haven’t finished one or two tasks, but, if you’ve been slacking all week yet you get the reward anyway, what your brain understands “It’s ok, I don’t actually need to work”.

I just want to lie on my bed for a bit

Yes, studying on your bed is awful and you should avoid it. But you know what’s worse than studying on your bed? Not studying at all. If you’re like me and sometimes you just randomly get these urges in the middle of the afternoom to lie on your bed ‘for a bit’ and then you fall asleep, bring your study materials to your bed. DON’T lie down, just get into a slightly reclined sitting possition. I find that this kind of tricks your brain into thinking that you’re resting but you can still get work done.

I have to write a paper, not study

I was planning on telling you that I have literally no tips for writing papers and lab reports (these in particular are the bane of my existence, I literally feel such hostility towards them that I will refuse to even look at the document I’m sure it has nothing to do with being a failed writer) BUT luckily I’ve found something that kind of works. So, forget about your paper for a minute, open a text document, and just WRITE. You can literally write about whatever - your day, how adorable your pet is, or a random story that makes no sense whatsoever. Force yourself to write for about three minutes. Now look back at your paper. I find that once I’ve started writing, I am a lot more willing to keep doing it, even if it’s not about the same topic. This may not work for some people though. Also, write a SUPER rough outline or just bullet points of what you want to say like “Then we add HCl. Later decantation. Test for acid pH. Finally filter and evaporate”. Expanding on something is much easier than writing it from scratch.

Clean you desk the night before

I promise having a clean space to put your books on will motivate you the next day.

And finally, a little tip from a recent experience - YOU’RE GOING TO WISH YOU HAD DONE MORE 

Personally, every time “I can just cram for this” even crosses my mind, I remind myself of how stupid I felt last semester when it came to finals and how badly I wanted to go back in time and beat past me to a pulp. But also, I remind myself of how thankful I was to past me for every little thing that she HAD studied because it was one less thing to worry about. So, when you want to slack off, think of your future self thanking you for not doing so.

So, with this advice in mind, go hit your books right now and start becoming a better version of yourself!

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Learning Curve

Summary: Stiles likes being Cora’s roommate, but he’s pretty sure her brother is hitting on him.

Notes: Inspired by this post. I’m not really into the sugar daddy thing, so I went a different direction with this. (On AO3)


Stiles is sitting at a picnic table in the shade, trying to get some studying done, when he hears someone calling his name. He looks up just in time to see Scott grin and say, “Hey, man!” as he sits down across from him.

Stiles smiles and shuts his book, eager for the chance to take a break.

“So, how’s it going?” Scott asks, leaning his arms on the table like he’s ready to settle in. “I know you were sad about having to move in with someone new, after I started living with Allison. So what’s it like, being roommates with Cora?”

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anonymous asked:

i would give my soul to see your hcs on will and nico getting together

alright kids pile up your souls because i got a few messages to continue this and one particularly interesting review threatening to shove a beloved hamster down my throat if i didn’t so here we go

(part two to this)

  • the day that follows that morning is one of the most oddest days they’ve ever shared. it lacks in the normal amounts of bickering and the way their voices are more gentle when they speak or how they are catching each others eyes from the far corner of the room every now and then without glaring is just odd
  • nico wonders at first if it’s a bad thing. he doesn’t feel uncomfortable but he feels like he should because of the sudden shift in atmosphere between them. 
  • he thinks like this, spacing off a little bit while he eats lunch discreetly in his cabin, wondering what exactly happened in the morning because everything is kind of hazy and all he remembers is the warmth of will solace’s neck and the comfortable embrace that felt like the weight had been dusted off his shoulders
  • nico wonders what got into him, why he leaned in and why he didn’t jerk away in the first place. he thinks, locked inside his room, why he even goes to the infirmary every day even when will doesn’t ask or why he’s spending all his free time with him
  • nico also wonders about why will asked him to join him in the infirmary in the first place. he remembers the shock he felt when he heard the words “friendly face”. they hadn’t been that close or anything, mere acquaintances in battle.
  • but what about now? in his train of thoughts, nico gets lost in the thought of will solace. he starts picturing different images in his head from different memories, all with his golden blonde hair that curls adoringly at his ears, and the very light freckles that dust his cheek, the dimples that forms when he smiles and the eyes that look like a crystallized ocean. he thinks about will solace’s voice and how he speaks and his calm gestures or his annoyingly stubborn ones.
  • then it hits him like a truck. an answer as to why he thinks so much, to why he spends all this time with him and why he didn’t hesitate when will had hugged him that morning. the thought about how he maybe likes the son of apollo, no, definitely is gone for the son of apollo sends a shiver down his spine.
  • nico stops eating and just stares off into space, he can swear his heart isn’t beating and his mind can’t think but then everything catches up with him fast and he makes the dreaded acknowledgement in his head that he likes will solace
  • we all remember what happened the last time nico liked a boy, and nico knows that more than anyone else, so instead of calming down and remembering what a kind person will is, he just shuts the door to the hades cabin tighter and tucks himself tightly in bed, hoping the sleep will make this pit in his stomach go away
  • but it doesnt, and he lays, staring at the ceiling, wondering when the hell all of this happened. meanwhile, will solace has taken the obvious notice that nico didn’t attend lunch as the hades table is empty, and at first he shrugs it off but it comes back at him like a persistent bug that he just can’t swat away
  • so he focuses on other things like volunteering to be on healing duty for all the campers who’ll stupidly get themselves injured via capture the flag, and then when he’s done with that he’ll try to relearn archery and fail miserably, and then eventually he'llr retreat to the infirmary and wrap and unwrap a bandage on his hand until he realizes that’s something he does when he’s nervous and he’s obviously not nervous
  • it’s not nico’s absence that’s bothering him, it’s more so him wondering if even a hug was too much. they’d never really ‘touched’ like that before, and he starts to wonder if nico was stiff and tense the whole time and he’d just imagined the light blush on his cheeks
  • but that day passes, and then another day passes, and another day, until it’s been a week and the most nico and will have talked has been an awkward small talk before nico’s retreated back into his cabin or volunteered to go on some dumb mission
  • obviously, by now will solace has the worst feeling. he knows it’s because of him, but he does’t know why exactly and it’s pissing him off. he doesn’t want to be distant from nico, and he doesn’t want their only conversation in a week to be “small talk”, like they don’t know each other enough
  • will is obviously incredibly stubborn and he refuses to believe that nico has been avoiding him for a week now because he could’t handle a small embrace, and he shoves the thoughts that nico might hate him for whatever reason aside to take business into his own hands
  • so he trudges around the camp angrily, looking for nico in every corner of the camp. he yelled at the hades cabin door for a good thirty minutes before he realized nobody was there and the nervousness in his stomach turns into dread
  • will solace asks around for nico, to everyone he can until he’s told by some new camper that they saw him leave camp early in the morning and will solace is just filled to the brink with confusion as to what this kid is doing outside of camp all day
  • nico doesn’t return the next day and chiron doesn’t say much besides the fact that nico’s just taking some time off camp and handling a couple of minor errands, which is frankly driving will solace insane because he knows that’s the dumbest excuse
  • he doesn’t know what to do during the empty days anymore, he’s all fidgety and nervous and something inside him almost wants to cry just because he misses not having anyone to glare at and bicker with and laugh until he can’t breathe with
  • more specifically, he misses nico, so he sits around whispering that thought constantly until it doesn’t sound like words anymore and convinces himself he didn’t do anything wrong. and as he’s sitting in the infirmary,distracting himself with various types of bandages, he remembers how good nico is in the infirmary and how he’s great with kids
  • he also remembers how brown and beautiful nico’s eyes are, with these little specks of gold around the black. he remembers how pitch black nico’s hair is, how his eyes can barely adjust to it’s darkness and how fluffy it can be. will also remembers he way his skin’s been getting that same olive tint again and how nico di angelo’s laugh is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard
  • but will solace’s realization for his feelings for nico doesn’t hit him like a truck. it doesn’t come at full impact and it doesn’t make him terrified. it comes softly and slowly, like honey, before it sets in his stomach in the form of butterflies and he catches himself smiling to himself, aware of the fact that he’s blushing and that he looks devastatingly fond right now
  • after a few days, nico finally returns looking pretty normal on the outside, carrying a satchel of whatever that he gives to chiron, and then tries to blend into the shadows and go back to his cabin
  • will solace can’t hold back the anger fueling in his chest anymore, and he’s so excited at the sight of nico that he immediately calls out his name just as nico is about to get inside, remembering nico’s familiar figure and a cloud of memories flood back into his head. looking at him after he knows how he feels for him is different, it’s nicer and everything else seems gloomy and grey besides nico
  • who is, i may add, looking a little bit scared as he clutches the door of the hades cabin. nico doesn’t know what to think at the moment, because in the time he was away he was in the underworld, moping around and thinking about everything.
  • nico’s aware that falling for will could mean hurt, and he doesn’t want that again after percy, so he’s made up his mind to avoid will until the feelings fade.
  • but right now, when he’s looking at will solace standing in the middle of growing grass in the low twilight evening,with the golden glisten of his hair and the light blue glow of his eyes, his stance is shaken, which only terrifies him more
  • but then will solace smiles, warmly and gently because he doesn’t wan’t to fight or pour out anger when he sees nico’s small figure with the prettiness in his eyes and the slight squint in his eyes and the parting of his lips that will’s eyes can’t help but flicker to
  • will finally approaches and isn’t even on the second step before nico turns to face him completely, breathing in and staring straight in his eyes. he’s rehearsed this a thousand times, but now that will is facing him, he can’t seem to pour out any words
  • so instead, he settles for glaring and frowning and the peaceful atmosphere is broken. he half hates himself and half is relieved that will might go away. but then will solace frowns and his stance is firm.
  • will asks him quietly where he’s been. nico looking away and huffs out a sigh, trying to distract himself with the trees or the sky or anything but will’s burning gaze on him. in the end, he has no choice but to look back at will and state quite idiotically that he went to the underworld for some errands
  • will isn’t having it, so he asks why nico actually went to the underworld, and nico’s starting to get annoyed. he can feel the tension burning between them like a fire and it isn’t long before they start actually arguing, with actual annoyance and actual anger
  • “you were avoiding me for a week before you left for the underworld, nico.” will says, his voice is rising only slightly more now and nico scowls and tries to leave but will puts a hand on his shoulder which feels like its burning 
  • “don’t touch me!” it comes out quick and fast and heavy and will can’t help the anger building in him, so he releases it by shouting a loud of what the hell, nico? before nico just screams at will to leave him alone and he dashes through the door, slamming it behind him
  • will doesn’t know if he feels heartbroken or angry or both. he just stays there, still hearing nico’s words like an echo in his head. they feel heavy, and scared and suddenly will feels like he understands just a little bit as to why
  • nico, on the other hand, sits on his bed and he can fear tears come to his eyes because all of this is so terrifying. all he wants to do is to bicker and banter with will and get lost in all his beauty without knowing that he likes this kid desperately.
  • and now he hates himself a little too, a feeling that is almost surprisingly foreign because he swore to himself he’d never let this happen again, and now it happened again, completely without nico wanting it
  • but then he thinks about will solace, and he remembers how just the sight of him makes his heart leap and how sweet and nice will has been with him for the past few months despite his obviously annoying and stubborn side. he just wants to feel the warmth and the embrace again and he is almost positive that will solace obviously doesn’t like him back.
  • at the same time, he doesn’t want this. he doesn’t want to start what will be a tense proximity between the two and he doesn’t want will to think of him badly. he wants to fight and argue and laugh with will, and because he knows that’s what he wants, in an impulsive action he finds himself walking out to the door.
  • nico is utterly confused and even more scared as his hands grip around the doorknob because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’s not going to confess, maybe never going to confess, but he doesn’t want to fight with will and he’s willing to compress his feelings for this one chance
  • and with that thought, he turns the doorknob and leaves the cabin to see will sitting on the steps, leaning onto the side of the railings. will notices his presence, but continues staring into the grass, wondering if he should acknowledge nico or not
  • nico likes it better silent like this, so he hesitantly walks over and hovers over the steps, wondering if he should walk back inside because the fear part of him is telling him to. except, he does’t know why he’s afraid so he tells the fear part of him to shut up and he walks down the one step before he’s sitting on the same one will will, a feet or so apart
  • will solace’s heart is pounding for some strange reason and it mirrors nico’s because nico just can’t keep his chest still or his hands from shaking, even more when will turns his head a little bit to look at nico, who is resting his chins on his arms that are placed guardedly on his knees
  • will solace only gazes, and nico risks a glance back before he properly stares at will, wondering what he’s thinking about. the blush in his cheeks rises and his heart is hammering because will is looking at him in a way he’s never seen before
  • will’s eyes are soft with the slightest hint of squint, his eyebrows are rested and his lips are a small bit pursed. his tan skin is a little blushed as well, and nico forgets abot time when he momentarily gets lost in will’s eyes
  • of course, that is before will slowly moves his head which makes nico blink. will leans achingly slow into nico, who is half shrinking back and half trying to keep his composure still. nico doesn’t know what will’s thinking, but his breath hitches when will only rests their heads together
  • for a moment, they stay like that, wills eyes closed. nico likes the warmth between them, and his chest is pounding and he’s unsure of what’s going on but he lets it happen. after a good few seconds, will moves his head to brush his cheek against nico’s so softly and it’s the most comforting thing nico has ever felt
  • “it’s okay”. it comes out as a whisper, but it feels like the only sound in the damp and peaceful evening. nico doesn’t know exactly what will’s talking about, but he understands strangely and almost feels his eyes water at the thought of this being okay
  • will pulls back just slightly and nico thinks he dreamed it as will’s eyes open. nico keeps his eyes closed, half the time staring at the ground and the other half flickering them closed. 
  • will is waiting for something like a hesitation, but nico keeps quiet, completely confused as to whats going to happen next. seeing as there’s not hesitance, will tilts his head just a little bit before he leans and and take nico’s lips in his
  • everything stops. nico can’t feel his heartbeat, nor the sounds around him, or even his senses, just like the time in his cabin when he made that dreadful realization. except now when everything catches up to him, it feels like a wave of fireworks in his stomach and he can barely breathe but he doesn’t want to
  • will, on the other hand, feels the innocent sensation of nico’s warm lips against his own and instantly wants more. he feels all the feelings rush into his chest until aches in the sweetest way. he reaches up and cups nico’s face in his hands, pulling him closer.
  • the feeling of will’s hands on his face makes a shiver go down his spine before nico finds himself trailing his hands along will’s waist, not wanting this moment to end. will kisses him again, and then again and again, heart swelling every time nico gasps just a little bit in innocent surprise
  • it isn’t long before they’ve completely lost coordination, when it isn’t even kissing anymore and it’s just a mess of mouths and fumbling hands and swollen, tugging lips with months worth of trapped feelings pouring out all at once
  • will pulls away and kisses nico one last time, and it’s innocent and chaste and gentle. he knows, in his heart he knows the fear that nico has within him and he remembers the anxiousness in nico’s eyes, so he lets the kiss be lingering and sweet, a few words of comfort in the press of lips
  • and then will pulls away and sets his forehead on nico’s, both of them catching their breath quietly and feel the heat in their cheeks rising. nico can’t stop himself from smiling, and will notices this which makes laughter bubble in his chest and he giggles and then nico does too and by then, it’s a mess of laughing, blushing boys.
  • in a moment, they’ll maybe talk about this and everything if they can get over their shyness and their laughter, but right now, they enjoy each other’s ringing giggles and the sight of their blushing faces in the evening hue

Sometimes things are great! Sometimes… they’re really, really not. This is my personal plan for fixing everything when I don’t know what to do, and I thought other people might find it helpful. If you identify with this sentiment, but don’t think this is the right way for you to work on the problems you’re facing, that’s totally fine, and sometimes these aren’t things to work through by yourself.

This is what works for me, but really consider what your goals are and consider this as less of a how-to and more of possible framework to figure out where you want to go. A lot of this also refers to managing things within my apartment that aren’t super applicable if you aren’t the one responsible for your own groceries say. Use what’s useful and skip what’s not. You’ve got this.

Step One: Breathe, baby. This probably feels awful, whatever’s going on. Icky maybe. And that’s something that should change, but before the visible problems can shift, take a look at how you’re taking care of yourself right now. This step is the reset button - just a beginner’s step in areas that are central and maybe stressing you out. Stop the cycle of whatever was throwing you off.

I like to start with the executive function stuff. There might be a lot you feel like you have a lot to do - it’s been a while since things have been good about notes on all those readings, right? But unless there’s something absolutely 100% immediate and pressing, this first:

  • Drink some water. Wash your water bottle or a cup you like to drink from. Just one dish. The rest of them can wait just a little bit longer. Keep remembering to drink water. You’ll feel better.
  • How’s your room? Can you do some laundry? Get some things in the trash? Make your bed? Start with a single task that will get some things off the floor, but doesn’t feel scary. Leave the rest of it. You can fix it later.
  • When was the last time you ate something? Has it been a while? If there’s something at home, good. Eat that. If there isn’t, go pick something up from somewhere you feel safe. Worry about vegetables later. Eat anything right now.
  • Find somewhere you feel comfortable. Pick something acheivable. Do that thing. Whatever you’re ready for. Nothing scary. Nothing heavy. Spend some doing enough work that you feel like you’re being productive again; like you’ve finished something because you have! Then come back. Do you feel better?

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rainywithachanceofstars  asked:

top 5 times Yuuri realizes that this is his life now

  1. when victor octopuses around him in the morning after the cup of china and says, “hi.” their limbs are tangled together, no fabric between them, and victor smells like sweat and come and traces of expensive cologne.  “we should order breakfast up here.  pants are for losers.”
  2. makkachin curled in his bed after a hard day at the rink.  makkachin’s sweet, low “boof” as he crawls into bed around her.
  3. victor saying, “i have a condo, back in st. petersburg.  it’s one bedroom.  okay, it’s two bedroom, but i like to think– i want to sleep next to you.  i like to think that the guest bedroom would be a guest bedroom, and that you and i could, i don’t know. whatever.  i’m terrible at this.  do you want to move in with me?”
  4. victor presses the cake into his mouth with a delicate thumb and forefinger.  he smushes the entire slice into victor’s face with his entire palm.  the crowd laughs, and it feels like a warm wave of water overwhelming him and sucking him into some wonderful tide.
  5. wearing matching team russia jackets with victor as they cheer on yurio in beijing.  victor still looks so handsome.  yurio is incredible, insurmountable.  yuuri’s never been prouder watching yurio hit the first ever quad axel in competition.  

anonymous asked:

I'd love some angst with happy ending for Bellarke: "we have a kid that you don't know about, oh shit....we meet again and that's your son".

thanks for the prompt, nonny! i hope it delivers on the angst, it’s not my usual MO (the happy ending definitely is though)

(ao3)

“Latte for Bellamy.”

Clarke’s head snaps up embarrassingly quickly. It’s not a common name, Bellamy, and while there’s every chance in the world it isn’t him, she can’t bring herself to believe it won’t be.

And then, of course, it is him. A little bit neater than when they were in high school, a little bit less cocky swagger and more genuine self-confidence in the way he carries himself, but it’s undeniably Bellamy Blake. Her– She doesn’t even know where to begin explaining who he is to her.

She’s staring, her own coffee cup hovering halfway to her mouth, and when he turns around his gaze is drawn to hers like a magnet. Like it always used to be.

He freezes.

And then a grin overtakes his face, brighter than anything she’s ever seen, and wow he grew up well.

“Clarke?”

She’s out of her seat and wrapped up in his arms before she even registers moving, but he’s clutching her tightly, firm and warm and solid and here.

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anonymous asked:

Ah I don't mean to bother you but do you have any advice on how to deal with depression I'm sorry for bothering you I just don't know what to do

 Hey, it’s ok yeah you can totally ask me. I’m probably not the best person to go to because I’m not a therapist or whatever, but I definitely have experience with dealing with Depression so, I’ll tell what you helped me. and hope that maybe it helps you in some way shape or form. 

So when I was in this abusive relationship with my ex, I hit total rock bottom and I have never been so low in my entire life. Honestly if you met me now, and then met me like 2 years ago, you literally would be talking to two different people it was so bad. but I don’t need to go into detail or describe depression. I’m sure you already know what it is very very well. 

So, the killer about Depression is that you feel empty, sad, angry, etc etc, and it’s kills all motivation and drive and inspiration to do the things that you once enjoyed ya know? like, you no longer enjoy doing whatever your hobbies were, and you have no interest in doing them anymore. Depression tells you that you want to is sleep, eat/not eat, sit and stare at nothing, do nothing, not talk to friends or family. And because Depression is so strong, it’s easy to fall into doing those things of just not doing anything, and isolate yourself from any form of social interaction with friends and family etc. And a lot of the time you feel like that’s all you can do, like you don’t have the literal energy to do anything else such as something as simple as getting up out of bed after sleeping in over 10 hours or something. (it’s not laziness, it’s depression.) 

Well those things that Depression makes you want to do, is the exact opposite of what you should do. And those things Depression says you hate and don’t want to do, – all those hobbies, or getting up and taking a walk, talking to friends, doing something, is exactly what you need to do, to help you with your depression. The best medicine I find is distractions, and not letting it control you. It’s tough, especially emotionally, and you’re gonna hate it for a really long time, but eventually doing all those things you useto like, and now hate, the likeness to it starts to come back. but it’s easier said than done, and it takes a LOT OF WORK! and it’s hard. but you can do it! 

Trying to find some kind of reason or obligation helps too. like what really got me on the stepping stones of doing better is I got this Indie game job, and I was given the like impossible task to make over 100 little paintings (all the custom artwork) in 3 and a half weeks, high quantity, in high quality. It forced me to paint and draw even though I had like no interest in art because of the major depression I was feeling, and that job forced me to draw 8 to sometimes 15 hours a day. It was brutal, and for a bit I hated having to draw so much cuz I didn’t really enjoy art, but then forcing myself to get up and do something I hate (but once loved) I started to like it again. And then when the Indie game ended, I wanted to keep pushing myself to improve and have a reason to keep me drawing, which is why I started Youtube. And it really helped me build my confidence and fight against the depression. 

Now the thing is, Depression never goes away, it’s a mental illness and it’s not something you can get rid of like a virus or bacteria. BUT FEAR NOT! just hear me out!  It’s a constant battle everyday. You can’t be cured, and no amount of therapy or med can change that. Don’t fall into the misconception that meds/therapy fixes the issues, because it doesn’t. It is HELP. and Help isn’t fixing, it is assistance for YOU to fix things. So getting medical or therapeutic help is definitely good and I promote it, but you can’t rely on it to fix your problems, because it has to be you to put forth the initiative, which is why I told you what I did above first. Meds and therapy try to regulate your hormones and work out solutions for you to deal with the issues in yourself and your environment so you can work out your depression. so the goal in getting better isn’t to find a cure, even still to this day I struggle with it a lot, and I have my moments and my episodes sometimes. BUT I’m not saying you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life, because the truth is, you can be happy, while having depression. 

The goal is to learn how to maintain and live with it, so you aren’t controlled by it. I have control over my depression right now, and despite that it’s still always there in the back of my mind and it resurfaces sometimes, I’m actually very happy and have become a pretty stable person. (especially compared to who I use to be) 

So start by forcing yourself to get up, doing small things, try to seek out interests that distract you from depression, but also force yourself to fulfill responsibilities (work, school, chores, etc) which helps you get stronger and start gaining control of the depression. Seriously something I find very helpful is going on a walk. It’s easy to just slump around or sleep in bed and never get up, but walking, (that thing that you don’t want to do) actually helps a lot, and there’s a scientific reason for it too, not just it sounding nice. But the more you can do for yourself, and others even, the better you’ll feel, even if it doesn’t seem that way or a long time. It takes a lot of time to crawl out of the rut you’re in, but you’ll get the if you just keep going. 

I know I don’t give the best advice, but, I hope this helps in some way. 

I feel like a broken record, but...

Comment on fics you like, guys.  

Please?  As a self-conscious fic author, I can tell you that it never annoys me when people comment on my fics.  

Never.  NEVER EVER.  

Even if the comment is just ‘<3′ or ‘Loved it!’ or ‘Extra kudos’ or whatever.  (in fact, I love those kinds of comments the most of all!)  

People are always saying, “I wish I could leave kudos on every chapter!” or “I wish I could leave MORE kudos!!!”  

Here’s the thing, pals, as a fic author, kudos are LOVELY, but comments give me LIFE.  Hits aren’t even a blip.  Because I guarantee you, unless you comment or leave kudos or bookmark or something?  I will readily assume all the other hits are backclicks.  Or a mistaken click.  Or a ‘read first sentence and it wasn’t my thing, back click’.  

So if you are able (and I know it’s hard, so don’t feel pressured if that’s the case for you!), leave an author a little love in the comment box.  Even if it’s literally a little love (<3).  That kind of stuff MAKES THEIR DAY, I guarantee it.  

Preferences - How They Would Comfort You (TVD Guys)

I apologise completely for my inactivity guys but this is a preference and it can be guys and girls from either show about anything you like if you wanted to request xxxx

Damon Salvatore

Damon is a real dick and as we all know, he’s not the most sensitive person but if he really cared about you, he would do everything he could to make you feel better. He would just hold you, try and make you laugh “What do you get when you cross a vampire with snow? Frostbite!”, let you rant and hit him if you needed to. He would compliment you and tell you everything you needed to hear and more than anything, he would be there in case you needed anything.

Stefan Salvatore

Stefan is so sweet and kind and I think that what he’d be really good at is understanding. He’d get that you’re having a hard time and he’d use that to try and help you. He’d just let you sit there in silence or even let you cry on his shoulder and he’d hold you close and hug you so tightly and just whisper to you. “Everything is going to be alright, I promise.”

Jeremy Gilbert

Jeremy could write a book on how to deal with heartache. He’s lost so many people time and time again that he’s got used to the dull ache of that hurt. He’d be so understanding and I think he’d sit with you and tell you stories and if you needed it, you could lie in his arms and he’d let you sleep and he’d keep you protected even though he’d know that there’s nothing he can do. After a while, he’d try and make you smile through video games or something stupid just to take your mind off of things. “You bet your ass I can beat you at MarioKart”

Tyler Lockwood

Tyler is an impulsive guy and he would hate to not be able to help you. He would do anything he could, unable to sit there and do nothing. He’d hold you and talk to you. “Hey, hey it’s okay, there’s no need for tears, don’t cry.” He’d want to make you smile and would offer to do so many things and even make jokes about himself being a dog. He’d be desperate for you to be okay and happy because his happiness relies so heavily on yours.

Matt Donovan

Matt is just like everyone else you’ve ever met except for the fact that he knows about the supernatural and that means he’d want to protect you anyway. So when you need comfort, he’d go into super protective mode and want to hurt anyone that hurt you. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t be able to stop many things that would hurt you and would then try and comfort you by holding your hand and letting you talk about whatever you wanted.

Alaric Saltzman

Alaric would probably be more like a father. He’d hug you and feel guilty that he couldn’t protect you but he’d kiss your forehead and tell you that everything would alright no matter how bad it seems. He’s kind of an expert on tragedy so he’d really understand and help you any way he knew how whether that’s letting you rant to him or giving you something to hit.

Kai Parker

Kai wouldn’t understand. He’d see that you were upset but he wouldn’t get why. What he would do, though, is try to make you feel better, regardless of how that may be. He’d try and make you smile by cracking jokes or hurting someone you hate and if that didn’t work, I think he’d hug you and say something like ‘In movies they do this sometimes’. He’d hold you and tell you crappy stories and though it would suck, it would totally help because he just wants to help.

Enzo St.John

Enzo knows heartache and one thing he knows better than most is hopelessness and he’d do anything he could to stop you from feeling that way. A part of him would definitely think that he’s let you down somehow by not protecting you. He would hold you and let you do whatever you needed to. He’d try and make you smile too and when you eventually do he’d be so happy. 'There it is! It’d be a shame if the world was rid of a smile as beautiful as yours sweetheart’. He’d just be the best, caring for you and comforting you no matter what the problem was.

Yoongi Scenario: Cold Water.

Request: Hi, so i hope you can do this story for me, i want a yoongi scenario with him being my boyfriend and he helps through depression, like he helps when i have a panic attack or when i feel i can’t breathe.. it’s really angst but i really want this scenario with him. She doesn’t want to burden him but also wants his help and he is very supportive boyfriend. Thank you girls

Genre: Angst / Fluff.


You closed your eyes tightly as another thought came to your mind, like by closing your eyes to the world you could do the same with what happened with the images your brain formed, only that you had to try twice, thrice as hard.

They were like arrows, penetrating your mind with a sharp edge of venom,  they also tended to come without warning, even when you were doing the simplest things such as cooking a meal, while at work or when watching tv with your boyfriend, it didn’t matter where you were or what you were doing, the thoughts came to you making your stomach shrink and suddenly whatever you were doing faded away as you tried to fight back and calm down. 

If you thought that your life didn’t have an accurate course and you were going to end up homeless, then you tried to think that you were doing everything in your power to not end up like that, you worked hard and were cautious, it shouldn’t be like that, even if right now you weren’t doing what you studied for, you told yourself that you would see the end through this and your dreams would be fulfilled. But it wasn’t that easy. 

Because technically your life could go down to shit at any moment.

You closed them tight again and felt a hand intertwine with your fingers to then give it a squeeze. Yoongi slid closer until his nose was brushing your ear, silently he held your hand, letting you feel his body closer. His soft breathing tickled your ear but you didn’t mind, if anything it was relieving, you were there with him, your life wasn’t what your fears pictures it to be.

-Hey- he whispered after some minutes. -Don’t let it get to you- he said before he kissed your cheek, so tenderly like you could disappear if was too rough, Yoongi was so loving it made you want to cry.

You didn’t deserve him, he didn’t deserve this.

Again you closed your eyes and you felt that squeeze in your hand. -You want to share?- he said after another couple of minutes.

-No, I’m ok- you whispered turning to him, giving him a kiss to then accommodated your face at the crook of his neck. 

He just held you close, not insisting or pressing you to talk, Yoongi was gentle like that, your silence wasn’t pregnant with unsaid things, it was if anything reassuring that you could talk whenever you were ready, and that he was going to be there to listen, holding your hand and keeping you close.

-It’s ok if you have some other thing to do Yoongi, I’m fine- it was a bit of a lie but also felt it was unfair to him to be here, even if you wanted him to stay.

You felt him kiss the top of your head. -Nah, I’m free today, let’s take a nap-
That made you smile, the king of napping you’d call him since he’d take a nap literally anywhere, so you snuggled more to him, his presence easing you to sleep.

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A Little Education

Characters: Steve x Reader

Summary: For a guy who has trouble keeping up with pop culture references navigating  the often murky world of sex is a bit daunting.  Who can he possibly ask for help?

Word Count: 1860 words

Prompt: My sex life

A/N: This was written for the amazing @emilyevanston and her wonderful challenge.  A massive thank you to @amarvelouswritings and @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for reading through this one for me and making sure it didn’t suck.  You guys are awesome.

Steve watched the exchange between Clint and Natasha with a frown.  He was sure from the look on Sam’s face whatever was being said was bawdry but he just couldn’t follow it.  Getting to his feet he left the room feeling old and very alone.  It’s not as if that whole thing had come easy to him before he hit the ice but now… Women and what to do with them seemed like an exotic and very confusing landscape for him to navigate.  He’d tried talking to Buck about it but all that got him was a pat on the back and ‘just go for it man, you’re Captain fucking America! If you can’t get laid then what hope is there for the rest of us.”

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Let’s make this happen.

Hey everyone!

I have been making some major decisions for this meetup so those of you who really want to help now is the time to spread this around more than anything.

If you’re out of the loop right now, click here for the original post when Ethan reblogged me and that I wanted an idea for us to hold a meetup on here in celebration of 300k subscribers.

Alright so first off, I want to announce the official tag that we are going to use!

I posted the idea and it got a good response, so this is it! Without further chitchat the tag is… *drumroll* 

#wearethecrankycrew! :)

I thought it gave this more of a theme because not only is this a celebration for Ethan but for all of us here together. To show that we are a youtube community of amazing people spreading kindness and just having fun being a part of it all no matter how much you think that you don’t matter. Whether you’re been around for a few years or only a few weeks.

So if this meetup can be a way to do just that then all of this will be worth the effort.

But it’s only going to become a possibility with your help. I know that nobody knows my blog at all, yet alone follow me. That is why I need this very post to be spread around.

It may not get as many notes but as long as I know enough people are on board with this then that will be all I need so this can soon be underway.

Also, I hate to be harsh here but likes will not help. If you are interested in this event and want to stay tuned for what I got planned, hit reblog. 

Tell a friend who is part of the community. Think of posts you want to create as this milestone comes closer. Make fan art. Whatever you want.

This is not only a recap of things but also will potentially be the last post I make before the “okay” for when this meetup starts.

It will very likely be on Friday through Sunday starting at 1 pm EST, which is an hour after he uploads a video.

So, now that I got this out of the way, let’s really make this happen. I know it might feel like there is limited time for this but we got the entire weekend to celebrate.

A NOTE ON THIS THOUGH: If Ethan does not hit the milestone during any time through Sunday, the final day, then we will still celebrate nonetheless. It could go on for an extra day in that case though. I’ll keep a note one that but I won’t worry too much about this outcome.


–>TL;DR: -Crankgameplays 300k community meetup is underway.

-Official tag is #wearethecrankycrew (do NOT use this tag until I say so.)

-Starts from Friday the 10th until Sunday on the 12th at 1 pm EST or 10am PST, and so on. (this MIGHT be subject to change.)

-REBLOG this post to spread the word so people know and can prepare.

-Events will be announced once it starts. Keep an eye out for when I put things like this out in advance for the next few days.

Aaaand finally that’s about it! Questions are open just in case as well but hopefully you guys are now all good on info.
So let’s join together and have some fun, it’s going to be great.

My fic recs 2.0

A part 2 to my previous post, found here.

****Disclaimer: Basically only Klance. 

Lance has a boyfriend. Lance does not realize he has a boyfriend. Keith, understandably, does not react well.

This story gave me so much secondhand embarrassment, it’s ridiculous. I was just like groaning through the entire thing lmao. It’s really great though, I love how like Lance just goes with whatever the entire time lol. He is just so clueless

Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

This really is the coffee shop AU you need in your life. It gave me roughly 10000 feelings. I’ve been through a lot of the things Keith experiences in this, so it really hit home for me. ;__; super good, great ending, I love it

Lance is a humble astrophysics student trying to conduct research, which turns out to be a bit difficult to do when he finds a strange guy sitting in his customary research spot. A strange guy looking for aliens, no less.
Lance isn’t going to stand for this.

This is just a reaaaaally sweet story. :3 I love the slowburn. 

Lance is an emotional person who cries easily (and does the trembly-lip thing a lot) but tries to stay strong in front of the team.

OR

Five times Lance stopped himself from crying in front of his teammates, and the one time he couldn’t hold it back.

Seriously strong Langst ;__; made me cry. Someone please support my boy

(no klance in this one haha)

“Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)

Drunk!Keith is the cutest and funniest thing ever. I love all of his silly puns and special facts. 

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i just discovered there’s a whole community of people who collect dead things so i’m here to show off a few ive got on my altar and my horseshoe crab! (i have a smaller one but he’s got some wear and tear from years in a zoology classroom)
when i was little i would take the squirrels that got hit outside my house and burry them for a month or so, then dig them up for whatever was left and keep things like paws and skulls in tiny boxes. i have always had a fascination with death and my mother did too, so she never made me feel weird for it. and now, finding out about vulture culture, i feel even more okay with my unconventional little hobby!

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read

Okay, so when applying for jobs, you’re generally going to need 4 things: 1) a completed application, 2) your resume, 3) a cover letter, and 4) a list of references. The application you need to do on your own and it’s just filling in boxes, you can handle that. Resumes I’ve already covered! Now, it’s on to the joy absolute gut-wrenching hell that is writing a cover letter.

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BTS Reaction to Their Girlfriend Being Sad Because She Didn’t Get the Part She Practiced For

Jin: “Aw, baby I’m sorry. They don’t know what they’re losing. They’re going to regret losing such a talented person like you. C’mon, this isn’t anything that cake can’t fix! Now turn that frown upside down! I’ll even let you lick the spoon when we’re done.”

Originally posted by allforbts

Suga: “What? You didn’t get the part? Are you sure? Because the last time I checked you were the best singer I know in the entire world. Yup, there must be some mistake, lets go clear this up with the casting crew. What? No, I’m serious, lets go.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

J-Hope: “What do you mean you didn’t get it? But, you’re so talented?! This is blasphemy! Whatever, they don’t deserve someone like you anyways. When you make it big under a different company, they’ll be the ones feeling awful! I guarantee it baby.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Rap Monster: “Really? Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. Do you need a hug? Hey, don’t beat yourself up over this. Keep your chin up baby. You’re talented, you and I both know this. You’ll be flying in no time, I promise. The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that you only have one place left to go; up!”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin: “You didn’t get it?! But, you practiced so hard, and Kookie and I even helped you out! That’s so messed up, you deserved that spot more than anyone in the room! Ugh, don’t get discouraged, those casters are all stupid anyways, letting someone like you walk away.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

V: “Huh? Jagi, don’t joke like that, what do you mean you didn’t get the part? Aww, c’mere, let me hug you. My poor jagiya, they don’t know what they’re missing out on. I know that you’re the best singer out there! Let’s cuddle and eat fattening foods, it’ll make you feel better!”

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: “Why do you look so sad babe? Oh, you didn’t get the part? I’m sorry, I know you worked so hard for that role. You’re super talented though, how could they not cast you? They must be deaf and blind to not notice your talent. Lets go cuddle the feels away, I’ll even pick up some chocolate for you.”

Originally posted by ultranicolet

I Don’t Celebrate Birthdays

Word Count: 2872

    A\N: here’s a requested fic, and I did it in first person because someone suggested that I write a fic in it. I hope you all enjoy! Much love!

Originally posted by eh-just-join-the-fandom-fam


Originally posted by sweetoothgirl


MasterList

    “Did you really think you could keep secrets from me, Y/N?” Veronica asked, startling me as I was getting my history text book from my locker.

    “I don’t know what you mean.” I called over my shoulder, digging through my backpack for a pencil, I was always losing those damn things.

    “Don’t play stupid with me, Jughead told me already.” she said, my heart skipping a beat at the mention of Jugheads name. Other than that, I was a little tired of her guessing game and I rolled my eyes, thankfully she didn’t see.

    “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, Ronnie, you’re going to have to be a little more specific.” I said, closing my locker and turning around to face her.

    “You’re birthday is this Saturday! (y/b/d) is your birthday right?” she excitedly asked, and I gulped, reluctantly nodding my head.

    “Yes, but please don’t say anything to anyone else, especially not Cheryl, I really don’t want anything big and special for my birthday. I’d rather pretend it wasn’t happening.” I said, walking down the hallway with Veronica by my side, looking curiously at me.

    “Why don’t you want to celebrate?” she asked, and I sighed, the subject made me kind of sad, but I trusted Veronica with my hardships and feelings.

    “I’ve never really celebrated my birthday. Back home, my parents didn’t care much about them, it was such an unimportant event in my household that when I was little, I barely could even remember when my birthday was. It wasn’t until school when I really started to remember, only because my teachers would wish me a happy day.” I admit, my heart sinking a little. Veronica looked at me apologetically, putting a hand on my shoulder.

    “I’m so sorry, wait so you’ve never had a birthday party?” She asked, and I chuckled sadly.

    “Nope, to me, my birthday is just another day. Nothing too special about it, or about me.” I said, finally reaching my history class. Veronica gave me a hug, and I gladly accepted, she was my best friend of course. “Enjoy your off period.” I said, and she smiled.

    “Have fun in history.” she said, backing up slowly, and I could see a hint of mischief on her face, and I could tell the cogs in her head were turning. She was up to something, but instead of questioning her further, I went inside the classroom, taking my seat, I’d ask her later.

•••

    “I want to throw Y/N a surprise birthday party.” Veronica announced as she walked into the student lounge where the rest of the gang were chilling. Y/N was the only one in the gang who didn’t have 4th period off. Cheryl quickly stood from her seat, smiling wide.

    “I want to help!” She exclaimed and Veronica nodded her head excitedly.

    “Wait, its Y/Ns birthday?” Kevin asked, the question peaking Josie, Archie, Betty, and Reggies interest too, they weren’t aware of her birthday either.

    “Yes, and I don’t think she’d like that very much.” Jughead said, closing his laptop and looking up at the raven-haired girl from his seat on the couch. “She doesn’t have all that great of a backstory with birthdays-”

    “Yeah yeah, mommy and daddy didn’t celebrate them with her, she didn’t know her own birthday for the first few years of life, I heard the story.” Veronica interrupted, and Jughead rolled his eyes, not too happy she had exposed Y/Ns birthday sob story for the whole lounge to hear.

    “That’s awful.” Archie said, sitting up on the couch.

    “Yeah, her parents sound like dicks.” Reggie added, and everyone nodded their heads.

    “Very much so, which is why I want her to celebrate her birthday with people who actually care. Throw her a party that will make her like her birthday again, Y/N deserves to be celebrated!” she said.

    “Birthdays aren’t just about getting older, they’re celebrating you being put on this earth, it’s like celebrating her existence, and showing her we all love her by doing just that will totes make her happy!” Cheryl said, quickly pulling out her phone.

    “Anyone who’s willing to help plan it will definitely be appreciated, i want to make this the best day of her life.” Veronica said, smiling to the kids around her who were nodding.

    “Count me in.” Betty said, and Archie grabbed her hand.

    “Me as well.” he added.

    “What the hell, I love to plan a good party, and Y/N is one of my closest friends so…” Kevin said, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

    “I want to help, and the Pussycats and I would totally love to play for her!” Josie replied excitedly.

    “I’ll get my teammates to bring some booze, make it a real party!” Reggie said, pulling out his phone to text his friends, Veronica smiled, looking towards Jughead.

    “Juggie, are you in?” She asked, and Jughead ran his hand through his hair. Sure he wanted to do something special like this for you, but he was scared you wouldn’t react nicely to it. A surprise party is a big thing, a small get together would be much better.

    “Yeah come on, maybe you’ll find the perfect time to tell her how much you love her.” Reggie said teasingly, and the whole crew agreed, causing Jughead to blush slightly. Little did they know they had actually hit a nerve, everyone suspected his feelings for the y/h/c girl, but it was never confirmed.

    “Yeah whatever, count me in I guess.” He muttered, opening his laptop again.

    “Alright, then its settled, operation ‘Surprise Birthday Bash’ is underway.” Veronica said, jumping excitedly.

•••

    “Why exactly do I have to dress nicely if we’re just going to Pops?” I asked Polly who had come over to my house, out of the blue may I add, and asked if I wanted to join her at the diner.

    “I-I don’t want to be the only one in a dress.” Polly said, trying her best to make an excuse. “I’m already going to stand out as a pregnant young lady, it would be greatly appreciated if I wasn’t the only one in a dress”

    “Because people are definitely going to care.” I said, rummaging through my closet for a dress. I pulled out a black dress that fell to mid thigh, and had a cut-out on the chest with fairly short sleeves. It was casual but with a hint of elegance to it, it was my favourite.

    “Yes, definitely that one!” Polly said excitedly, turning around so I could change into it. I pulled it over my body, smoothing the garment out against myself and Polly smiled brightly at me. “Beautiful as always! You ready?”

    “Yup, let go!” I said excitedly because damn I was hungry. I got into the car with Polly, and she climbed into the front seat, turning on the music and driving off. After a few minutes of driving, she suddenly pulled over to the side of the road, rummaging through her purse.

    “Oh damn it.” she muttered under her breathe, and I just watched, very confused as to what was going on. “I forgot my phone at home, we’ll have to go get it. My parents are out of town and they call every few hours to make sure everything is alright.” she said, starting the car again and racing down the street.

    “Oh okay, do you want me to run inside and get it for you? I can’t imagine how hard it must be to climb in and out of cars with a stomach that size.” I offered, and Polly laughed, one hand going down to her very pregnant belly.

    “You’re a sweetheart, I’m so glad you moved here and became friends with my sister and I!” she said, and I smiled, Polly was so kind, I swear I loved her just as much as her sister. My heart fluttered at the thought of love, the next person coming to mind was Jughead. I loved him of course, but in a different way as everyone else.

    “My phone is on the kitchen counter,  but I don’t know if the door is unlocked… hmm. How about I just come in with you, I could use a glass of water before we get on the road again.” Polly said, getting out of the car and I followed, walking with her to the front of the house. I got to the door first though, and I tried it, seeing it was unlocked I swung it open and tried to look through the darkness. Polly was right behind me, and together we looked for the light switch. Before I could find it though, they turned on, and I saw a ton of people jump out from behind furniture.

    “Surprise!” the crowd yelled, scaring me half to death, to which everyone thought was funny because they started laughing.

    “I-I-I don’t know what to say… is this all for me?” I stuttered, taken aback by all the people who actually cared enough to celebrate my birthday with me.

    “Of course silly, who else would it be for?” Cheryl said, walking from the crowd, giving me a hug.

    “I don’t know.” I half laughed, looking around at everyone.

    “Well, are we just going to stand here or are we going to get our party on?” Veronica asked, and everyone cheered.

    “What do you want to drink, birthday girl?” Reggie asked, dragging me along to the kitchen and I shrugged.

    “Hmm, how about a Rum and Dr. Pepper?” I suggested, and Reggie looked at me surprised. “What, you did bring alcohol right, I mean why else would you be here?” I teasingly asked, and Reggie rolled his eyes.

    “I’m here because it’s your birthday and you’re one of my favourite people, and of course I brought alcohol. I was just surprised that’s what you wanted to start with, I’ve never taken you as much of a drinker.” He said, and I nodded, slightly agreeing.

    “Me either.” Jughead said behind me, making my heart stop and I must have blushed because Reggie looked at me knowingly.

    “Make that two rums and Dr. Peppers, please?” I asked, and Reggie nodded.

    “You got it, birthday girl.” I smiled at him and turned around to face Jughead, admiring his wild beanie-less raven-hair and his bright smile.

    “Happy birthday, Y/N.” he said sweetly. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”

    “Thank you Juggie, and yeah, I’m having fun so far, although it’s a little big, a small get together would have been nicer, half these people don’t know who I am.” I said, and Jughead nodded. Reggie handed us our drinks, breaking my gaze from the boy in front of me.

    “Then you should change that, make them know who you are.” he said, winking and backing away.

    “Alrighty Reggie, I’ll try that.” I said, Jughead and I chuckling to ourselves.

    “You know, I told them that a small get together would be better, but no one ever listens to me.” he said, and I laughed and pretended to be offended.

    “Hey, I listen to you all the time, what do you mean?” I defensively said, and he nodded his head, taking a sip of his drink.

    “Oof, that’s strong.” he said, shaking his head slightly, and I laughed. “Well anyways Y/N, speaking of listening, do you mind hearing me out on something real quick?” he asked somewhat nervously, and I nod my head.

    “Of course Beanie, what’s up?” He smiled slightly at the use of my nickname towards him, and it made my heart beat a little faster. I took a drink of my Rum and Dr. Pepper, also shuddering slightly at how strong it was.

    “Listen, it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same,” he started, and my eyes widen a bit, I mean this couldn’t be happening could it? I’m imagining this, I’m day dreaming. “But I’ve been feeling some kind of way ever since you’ve moved here a year ago, and I haven’t been able to shake it… I guess what I’m trying to say is I think I’m in love with you.” he said, and my smile grew larger.

    “Oh, Juggie I love you too.” I said, and his face lit up.

    “Wait, you do?” he asked unsurely, and I nodded, putting my drink on the counter next to me.

    “Of course, how could I not? You’ve been here for me since day one of me being in Riverdale, you’ve stuck by my side and made me laugh, and you always know how to cheer me up when I’m sad. It seems it was destiny for me to fall for my sardonic, beanie wearing, sarcastic, handsome best friend.” I said, and Jughead leaned down, smiling at me. He got close to my face, closing his eyes to which I did the same.

    “It seems it was destiny for me to fall for the new, sassy, sarcastic, sometimes very bitchy, beautiful girl who would also happen to be my best friend.” he whispered before pressing his lips to mine. We that there for what felt like forever, not that I was complaining, and I swore everything in my life was leading up to this very moment, I felt as if I found my missing puzzle piece.

    “Betty, Archie, Veronica, you all owe me $20!” Cheryl yelled, causing both me and Jug to jump and see her looking happily at us. “Finally, you two are together! I was honestly about to rig a game of spin the bottle orseven minutes in heaven to get you two to admit your feelings and makeout or something, but it doesn’t seem to look like I need to anymore!” I blushed and Cheryl walked over to us. “I wish you two years of happiness,” she started, and then faced only Jughead. “And just so you know, if you hurt her, don’t expect to get her back after you two break up, if it doesn’t work out, I want my turn with the beautiful Y/N.” she said, turning to me and winking. She exited the room, and I heard as Betty, Archie and Veronica excitedly talked over what Cheryl just witnessed, and then we heard Reggie join in.

    “Well, that was unexpected.” I said, and Juggie laughed, agreeing with me.

    “Yes it was, but don’t worry, I don’t plan on giving you up any time soon.” he said, and I blushed, leaning in to peck him on the lips.

    “Best birthday present ever, finding out the love of my life actually loves me back.” I mumble, and Jughead cleared his throat.

    “Actually, I got you something else for your birthday. You know, other than my love.” He joked, and I looked at him adoringly.

    “You didn’t have to do that, Jug!” I said, but he waved it off and took a small box out of his back pocket, handing it to me. I looked at him and then the box, opening it up slowly. Inside was a charm bracelet with a crown, cheeseburger, snake, book, and a heart with his initials on one side and mine on the other. He took a boyish chain necklace out of his shirt, and I saw the same heart charm that was on my bracelet also adored his necklace, and I smiled, coming close to tears.

    “I wasn’t going to get us friendship bracelets, because honestly Reggie just stopped teasing me recently, and I don’t feel like having him come back to it, but I thought you’d appreciate a bracelet.” he said somewhat shyly, and I giggled, taking it out of the box and putting it on.

    “It’s beautiful Jughead, thank you.” I said, and he nodded his head, wrapping his arm around me waist.

    “Shall we go party, birthday girl?” He asked.

    “I thought you hated parties.” I said, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

    “Pshh, I’ll make an exception if it means I get to dance with the prettiest girl here.” He said, pulling me to the living room, but not before I grabbed my drink. This definitely was the best birthday ever, my best friends were here, they weren’t playing shitty music, and I finally had the one I loved so much to myself. As we walked into the living room, everyone went silent, and Betty, Polly, Veronica and Cheryl all stood holding a large cake with 16 candles on it, and Josie, Melody, and Valarie started playing 'Happy Birthday.’ I smiled big, and everyone in the room started singing to me.

Happy Birthday To You!

Happy Birthday To You!

Happy Birthday Dear Y/N!

Happy Birthday To You!

    Everyone in the room started to cheer, and all the sudden, started by Archie, Reggie, and the football team, everyone started chanting 'make a wish! Make a wish!’ I looked around the room, and my heart was overcome with love.

    “I don’t have any, everything I’ve ever wanted is right here in this room.” I said, and the room erupted in 'awes’ and claps. I blew out the candles, and everyone cheered. Who needed my blood family, I have my real family right here.

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Unexpected (Part 7)

Yoongi starts to make amends with everyone and tries to get his life back to the way it was before the breakup.

Warning: Sex stuff, ridiculous amounts of dirty talk, I don’t even know why I bother warning people – if you read my writing, 99% chance of utter filth will be incorporated in the plot.

Parts: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8 (final)  8.5 (bonus)

It was late when Yoongi finally left your apartment to head home.  You had asked him to spend the night again, but he declined saying that he had to go back and try to make things right with the other guys after messing up practice yesterday and blowing it off completely today.  You understood, but still had difficulty letting go of him as he tried to exit and begged him not to change his mind. Yoongi kissed you and promised that he was sincere and wouldn’t be easily swayed again.

He was nervous as he stood outside the door to his apartment, thinking about what he would say to the others when he went in.  If Yoongi could have his way, he would have liked to just pretend that he hadn’t been a miserable asshole to everyone in his life for the past few weeks and let things go back to normal on their own.  That might have been an option if he hadn’t had that fight with Tae and disappeared for a full day, but now he would be forced to actually make amends.

Yoongi took a deep breath, exhaled, and opened the door; everyone was sitting around the table together eating some chicken they had ordered in.  Jungkook noticed Yoongi walk in first, calling out to him, “Hyung, you’re back!  What happened to you?  I was getting worried.”

Before Yoongi could answer, Jimin jumped up from the table and motioned for Yoongi to come sit next to him. “Hyung, are you hungry?  Come have something to eat.”

Yoongi walked towards the table while Jimin made some room for him.  All eyes were on him, except for Taehyung who kept his eyes on the food sitting in front of him, absentmindedly picking the meat off the bone with his chopsticks.  Tae’s bangs obscured his eyes, but Yoongi could still see the bruises, his face was partly swollen and a scab had formed on his lower lip from where the skin had been torn.

Namjoon turned to Yoongi and spoke, “So, have you been at your ex’s place this whole time?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi replied sheepishly. “I got blind drunk and passed out in front of her place last night so she took me in.  After I woke up, we talked and worked things out.”

Jin looked sternly at Yoongi and asked, “Are you saying the two of you are back together?”

“Yes,” Yoongi answered, “we are officially back together.”  

Tae slammed his chopsticks down and got up from the table, mumbling that he had lost his appetite and was going to his room.  Yoongi felt pangs of guilt as he watched Tae walk down the hall.

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