now back to me writing a paper

Oh my god Rhonda responded to my letter and it’s so gay.

To: Daydream

I hope it’s OK to respond so quickly. I couldn’t wait! I’m sitting at my desk with a pen, paper, and my thoughts of you. And now a silly grin! This is fun. Write back soon!

Regards, Rhonda

What a sweetheart I love her.

anonymous asked:

I'm 98% certain I have ADHD after taking the past couple months to actually /live/ in my symptoms instead of trying to self manage and talking to a few ppl with ADHD. I have a doctor's appointment today and I know they'll probably just refer me to a psychiatrist but I'm also really worried I'm going to completely draw a blank when it comes time to describing my symptoms even though I've been practicing talking about them for weeks now... ugh any advice? I feel weird writing them down...

I always blank when I am talking to doctors about the symptoms I experience. Feeling awkward writing them down is definitely understandable, though. 
I wrote my symptoms down as a blog post to refer back to later, it made me feel better than having just a piece of paper with me. 

Otherwise, explain to them that you have a lot of struggles but it’s hard to think of what they are when it comes to talking to people about it - it is so much of your day-to-day that it’s hard to separate normalcy from symptoms. 

How I relate to Hamilton Songs

Me: I am not throwing away my shot
Also me: *throws crippled paper* *misses* Gdi.

Me: *should be doing essay*
Me: John Jay got sick after writing five….
Me: Same.

Me: *looks at Daveed Diggs*
Me: BOY, YOU GOT ME HELPLESSS~~~~~

Me: I should listen to other music now….
Me: *looks at Hamilton Soundtrack*
Me: Lord, show me how to say no to this.

Me: *cooking*
Me: I hope that you burn.

Me: *goes on hiatus on roleplay blogs*
Me: *comes back* WHAT DID I MISS

Me: *looks at grades*
Me: B?
Me: I will never be satisfied.

Friend: *talks about basic shit*
Me: *puts hand on her lips*
Me: Lemme offer you some free advice.
Me: Talk less, smile more.

Me: *during Confession*
Priest: What sin have you done, child?
Me: First of all, bear in mind….
Me: Hate the sin, love the sinner.

Friend: *makes stupid decision*
Me: You must be out of your G O D D A M N  M I N D

fireflies | M

Contains: fluff, smut {punk!taehyung}

Words: 17,158

Summary: “There’s no hope for people like us, sweetheart. We’re destined to fall in love a thousand times, and have our hearts broken in each one of them. We might as well be miserable together.”

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A/N: Long fics might be turning into my new aesthetic. I’m sorry.

You never truly believed in love at first sight ― there was no reason to. The very idea seemed far too preposterous to be taken seriously, too ludicrous to exist outside of dreamy movies or forgotten fairy tales. How could two strangers cultivate such deep, mesmerizing emotion in the mere seconds they held a glance? How was it possible for them to simply know of their fate in the short amount of time they encountered each other? ― No; there were no soulmates, no predestined encounters. At least not for you. For you, there was only the faint ghost of a broken heart, the haunting of crumbled expectations; and the strong, determined promise to never fool yourself into another failed attempt at romance.

When you first saw him, however, you felt like the cosmos had morphed into static.


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i finally realized you and i were never meant to last
if we were, we never would have had to try this bad
but i still write you love letters on paper plates and napkins
and on paper from cigarette cartons at work when no one’s looking
i still look back on when we were sixteen and nothing mattered
when i told you i’d have your back no matter what happened
and now i’m telling you to leave and i don’t think it hurts you as much as it hurts me
now it’s all bruised and tired and ugly
but what’s never been ugly was the space you filled in me
and it’s still filled
there’s still a place in my heart that you will always inhibit
i still think you’re a magical human who just happened to make a few mistakes
(that really fucking hurt more badly than i can say)
and i know now that i never deserved what you did to me
but i always deserved you in your sun-kissed glory
and i guess i’m finally at the point where i really do wish you well
i hope you end up happy
but i am so jealous of the girl who will end up with you
because she will be so lucky
—  still wish it was me

Hey everyone! Over the years I’ve had my fair share of English and other writing intensive classes, and combined with my tendency to procrastinate I’ve had to come up with a way to write papers fast. 

step one: finding a topic and research (aka the hardest part)

You can’t write a paper without a good topic, a strong thesis, and solid research. There’s no getting around that, no matter how short you are on time. Depending on the class and the teacher, you may have your topic chosen for you or you may have total freedom. If your situation is the latter, an ideal topic is one the you care about, have some general knowledge of already, and is specific enough to be covered in the number of pages you’re limited to. After you have a topic picked, do some quick searches to see what’s out there. If your school’s library has a database, that’s the perfect place to start. Be sure to chose quality articles that have been peer reviewed when possible, and where it’s not acknowledge that the source may be an biased in your paper. 

Once you’ve started research, you should have a pretty good idea of what your angle is going to be and what points you want to make. Next write a working thesis. This is basically a sentence or two that states what you will spend the next few pages proving. Once you have it, write it on an index card and put it aside for the next step.

step two: outlining 

Take a look at your past papers. How many paragraphs are usually on a page? It’s about two for me, so I keep that in mind when planning my outline. Now for the part that lets me write so fast: index cards. 

Take one index card per paragraph you’ll need to fill your page limit, and write “into” on the back of the one with your thesis, and conclusion on the other. Now think about how to best prove your thesis, and anything else you saw in research that you want to address. 

  • On one side of the card goes the general topic of the paragraph (ie, “significance of symbolism”).
  • On the back goes all of the specific notes and details that will go in that paragraph (ie, “spring as a symbol of a fresh start for x character”)
  • Once you’ve done that for every paragraph lay them out in front of you and experiment with order. How do they flow naturally?

step three: writing

Now that you have your outline, all you have to do is expand on what’s on your cards. Paragraphs should be at least five sentences each, which is super easy to achieve since you already know what you’re going to say! Think of each paragraph as a mini paper: sentence one should be a topic sentence/intro, explaining what you’re going to cover. The middle/body defends and expands on your topic sentence, and the last sentence or two should conclude the paragraph and transition to the next. 

Once you have your body, you can work on your intro and conclusion. A general rule of thumb for intros is to start with a hook (something interesting that draws the reader in) and ends with your thesis. In the middle should be a sentence or so for each paragraph/point, just to give a little map of where you’re going. The conclusion is basically the same, except in reverse. Wrap it up and tell them what you just told them. 

After that, let it sit for a little while (ideally a day, but if you’re short on time just go to dinner) and then come back to edit with fresh eyes. Reading out loud will help you catch typos!

step four: citations and formatting

I like to cite as I go so I don’t have to do it all at once. I typically write my own, but if I’m in a pinch I’ll use a citation generator (like son of citation) that works super fast. Just be sure to cite everything that needs one! Plagiarism is so not cool. Double check MLA/APA/Chicago guidelines and make sure that everything is formatted right, and you’re good to hit submit!

Good luck on those papers, my fellow procrastinators!

Through the Years (Part 1)

Summary: Through mysterious circumstances, you find yourself exchanging letters with a man who lived 70 years in the past.

Word Count: 1,404

Warnings: None. 

A/N: I’m in love with this idea, and I hope you all like it. Thank you to the beautiful Bella for reading this over for me @thenightmarebeforebucky. And to my angel, Lyds, for always being there to plan things out with me @khaleesinarylfiel

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The last boxes were packed, everything you had called your life neatly wrapped in cardboard, all of it labeled, ready to be moved wherever you would call your next home. Giving a soft sigh, you stood by the threshold of the apartment you had called your own for the last five years and smiled. It was all bittersweet. Excited for something new, you knew you were taking a step forward into your future, your happiness. Yet you couldn’t help but to feel a little sad at leaving this tiny place that had seen you cry, laugh, despair, and even fall in love with the man you now called your fiancé.

Before you was what you had made the common living room. It used to house your first set of furniture, the one you had bought after saving for months, after sitting on lawn chairs you had picked up from a yard sale when you had first moved into the city. But this room was empty now, the light from the setting sun coming in through the window and you could see the dust swirling through the air.

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10 Aug 2016 ||

I came back from my holidays a few days ago, so now it’s time to start on those term papers I still have to write. 

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The Time Capsule Challenge

I want to start a new tradition/challenge with “Animal Crossing: New Leaf”: a time capsule challenge. 

Mitzi asked me to go find her time capsule last night, and it occurred to me that I have been missing some great time capsule opportunities for myself. 

That’s what I encourage you all to do now, too! 

The rules are easy to follow, and you can do this however you’d like. There’s more than one way to recreate the memories. 

  1. Find an item that brings back memories or that you cherish a lot. 
  2. Wrap the gift in wrapping paper. 
  3. Go to a remote place in town - that also won’t be disrupted by possible villagers moving in (like the beach), or maybe even the island instead - and bury the wrapped gift. 
  4. Write your future self a letter with either a kind message, an inspirational quote, or really whatever you’d like. 
  5. Ask Pelly or Phyllis to set it for a specific date in the future. 
  6. Add that date to your calendar app, daily planner or wherever you keep your future events visible. 
  7. When it’s time to find your capsule and open your letter, post pictures about it! (I feel like using the tag “ac time capsule challenge” in your post would be awesome.)

There isn’t a “right” or “wrong” to the amount of time you give for a capsule, same as there isn’t a right or wrong way to even do this. I set mine for 2 months for this first time capsule. Perhaps you’d rather wait a year? It’s up to you! 

I hope you’ll join this challenge. It could be really fun.


With the reappearance of an old, best friend to my town, it’s brought back a lot of memories. So I’ve written myself a special message, with words of encouragement, and wrapped and buried an item that reminds me of the old days. 

~ I can’t wait to see it again in May. ~

Understand

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Request: y/n being insecure about herself and about love.

Word count: 2,534

Cracking noises from the flames in the beige brick fireplace hanging on the wall, filled the otherwise silent living room. These faint but warm noises always made me feel somehow calm.

I loved the heat filling up the room, I loved shutting my eyes and listen to the flames crack slowly, I loved how it all felt like home to me.

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“Tell That Devil” Curse

A revenge spell for someone who hurt you to the point of breaking your soul and draining your light. Inspired by the song “Tell That Devil” by the Nashville Cast/Jill Andrews. This was designed with a specific person in mind, change it however you see fit.


Items needed:

  • 3 black candles
  • 1 lighter/matches
  • A pinch of pepper seeds (hot peppers preferably)
  • A piece of a fallen hornet’s nest (can usually be found on the ground in autumn)
  • 1 rusty nail
  • 1 piece of paper
  • 1 writing utensil
  • 1 small vial
  • Something to place burning paper safely
  • A spot of ground that the sunlight doesn’t touch

Instructions:

1. Write the victim’s name on the piece of paper. Place the seeds and hornet’s nest on the paper and fold it up as best you can. Light the three candles.

2. Begin reciting the incantation:

“You broke my soul, you poisoned my light, you blackened my heart. Now you will pay. [Victim’s name], I curse you and send you back to hell. I ask of the devil that he receive you. Feel the pain you have forced upon me tenfold. You will suffer for your evil-doings…”

3. Thrust the rusty nail into the folded paper as many times as you like, just make sure nothing falls out.

“… Feel the coffin nails pierce you…”

4. Light the folded paper on fire with the flames of the candles.

“… Feel the hellfire on your skin…”

5. Place the burning paper in the holder and wait until it is ash. Collect the ashes into the vial. Seal the vial and bury it in the spot of ground you’ve chosen that is never touched by sunlight.

“… And now I bury you in the ground, see you in hell.”

Caring

A/n: Four little scenarios showing caring aspects of a relationship with Shawn. 

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“Did you eat dinner?” Your boyfriend’s voice comes through the speaker of your phone sitting in front of you on your desk.

“Uhhh, I had a poptart.” You respond, trying to talk to him, while studying for your exam at the same time.

“Babe,” He says in that tone he always uses when he’s concerned about you and wants to force you to take better care of yourself, but he’s too far away to really do much.

“I’m not even hungry.” You claim, still frantically reading through your notes.

“Please, please eat something.” He says, trying his best to get you to listen to him.

“I’m not hungry, Shawn, I swear.”

“It’s like…” He pauses and you know he’s checking his watch and accounting for the time difference, “It’s almost nine at night. And I know you aren’t going to bed anytime soon. Do you want me to order you pizza?”

“No, don’t. I’m fine.” You insist.

“Eat something hun, or I will order you pizza. You know I will.” And he isn’t joking, you know that. Being in another country didn’t stop him from ordering pizza and paying for it online to have it delivered to your door before, so it wouldn’t stop him now. Because you know he isn’t bluffing, you stand up and head into your kitchen in search of something to eat so that Shawn won’t have to carry out his threat.

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A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and covered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

I have been grading math homework and quizzes for the last couple of years, working with a number of professors and graduate teaching assistants, and I see students making the same mistakes over and over again. I hear the same complaints from other professors, GTAs, and graders. I thought I would throw out some advice that might help your grades, or at least endear you to the person in charge of them.

I think these tips will apply to any class in which you turn in problem sets on a regular basis, and you might be able to apply some of this to things like lab reports, but I am mostly focusing on undergrad-level math, computational or proof-based. I hope it goes without saying, but first and foremost you should do what your instructor, not a stranger on the internet, tells you to do.

So, if I am grading your homework, here is what I would like you to do:


  • MAKE MY LIFE EASY

The harder it is for me to grade, the less points you are likely to get. That’s not just me being spiteful - if I don’t see your answer to a problem, I can’t read your handwriting, or I don’t understand how you got from point a to point z, it is going to be very hard for me to award you points. I try to be generous, as do most people I know, but we can only do so much for you.

  • KNOW YOUR MISSION

What are you trying to accomplish in these assignments? How do you do that?

 - You are trying to practice the course material to get a better understanding. So, do all the work assigned to you, and don’t just copy it from your friend (we can tell) or a solutions manual (we can really tell)

- You are trying to communicate to me (and to yourself!) that you understand the course material. I don’t need to see all of your scratch work or first attempts, but I need to see how you arrived at your answer, and I need to know what your answer is. I urge you to type or neatly rewrite your finished assignment before you turn it in. Please highlight your answers with a box, a circle, or some other indicator. If you’re writing a proof, start with “Proof:” and end with “QED” or a tombstone (or even a smiley face!) so I know what I’m supposed to be evaluating. Your work should be readable - in terms of handwriting, spacing, and yes, even grammar. It should follow a logical order so that someone reading it can understand what you’re doing. Explain your steps if you think you need to. And if a problem tells you to use a certain formula, theorem, or method, use it.

 - You are trying to learn from your mistakes. Of course this varies from grader to grader, but in general, we spend a lot of time giving you feedback, so please write something!!! I can’t help you if you don’t even attempt a problem. And for what it’s worth, while this isn’t true of everyone, a lot of people (myself included) will almost never give 0 points if it looks like an honest attempt has been made. If you have no idea what to do with a problem and it’s the last minute, it might be worth it to write down what you’re confused about - “I thought I could do this using integration by parts, but I couldn’t work out what to use for u and dv” is something I can respond to, and hopefully give you some help!

  • BE AWARE: STYLE COUNTS

Most of the time, I can and will take off points for style. Some instructors have a certain number of points worked into their grading rubric for style. Here are some suggestions!

 - Staple your f&*%ing homework!!!!! No, do not fold over the corner. Don’t tape several sheets together. Staple it. With an actual, metal staple.
   –> It never hurts to write your name on every page, and number your pages as well. Just make it as hard as possible for me to lose a page.

 - Do not turn in paper with those spiral-bound frills on the edge. Most spiral-bound notebooks are perforated, so tear along the perforation! Otherwise, please use printer paper, loose-leaf binder paper, or really anything else…

 - …anything except neon pink paper. I’m only saying this because it’s in my grading pile right now and I am dreading it. Use conventional paper!!!! I don’t care much about the ruling, but it should be white, or very nearly. Yellow legal pad paper is pushing it. Engineering paper is fine.

 - And on that note, please write in a conventional color. Black, blue, gray, or very near those colors. It should be dark. It should be readable. It should definitely not be red. I personally don’t grade in red, but a lot of people do, and regardless of that, it is hard to read large chunks of red text.

 - I know I said this already, but: rewrite your homework. Seriously. If it is anything but straightforward computations, it is going to get messy, and fast. Do your scratch work on a separate sheet of paper, and then write up a final copy with everything you want me to see, and nothing you don’t.
   –> If you can, type it! Here is a post by @munirastudies to get you started with LaTeX, which is very useful for typesetting technical and symbol-heavy text. The benefit to typing your homework is that it’s easy to go back and edit!


That’s all I have for now! Please feel free to message me with any questions or suggestions you have! I hope this is helpful to someone :)

edit: here are suggestions other people added! [x]

EXO - a girl flirts with you.

Request: Exo reaction please, when a girl flirts with you instead of him, could be funny could be jealousy whatever makes you comfortable 💗 thank you so much


Minseok:

You two were at a party, and a girl was looking in your direction. Every time you thought she was looking at Minseok. But when you went to the bathroom, she went too and started flirting with you, saying that you are beautiful and those things.
You came back where your boyfriend was. “Baby! That girl flirted with me, do you believe it?” “What?” He was surprised. “Yes. I am irresistible, these things happens.”

Junmyeon:

“Baby, I think that girl is flirting with me.” He said looking at a girl who was looking at your direction. “Go talk to her then.” You challenged him. “Alright, let’s see.” He went to her and began to talk. “Hi, I saw you were looking at me … Are you single?” “I am. But I wasn’t looking at you, I was looking at the girl that was with you.” “Oh sorry.”

Yixing:

You went to the bathroom and left Yixing at the bar getting some drinks. The waitress started a conversation with him, making him confused. “So … are you and that girl dating?” “Yes. Sorry, I’m not free.” He laughed. “Oh, but I was wanting her, not you.” She laughed even more, making him completely shy.

Baekhyun:

You were talking to your friends and Baekhyun was with you. A strange girl came to you and began to talk and flirt. “Hi, sorry, she’s my girlfriend and she’s not interested in you if you didn’t notice.” He spoke, with apparent jealousy. “You really don’t want me?” The girl teased. You denied it and she left. “Oh my God! What was that?” You said laughing. “It’s not because she’s a girl I’m not going to be jealous, okay?”

Jongdae:

“Hm, baby! That girl is obviously wanting me.” Jongdae said, pointing to a girl. “Nah, she wants me.” “I don’t know, I’m much more attractive.” “Wanna bet?” “Go ahead and ask her.” “Oh really?” You laughed. “Yes.” “Okay, wait here.” You went to where the girl was and she was shy at the same moment. “Hi, excuse me. Were you looking at me or the boy next to me?” “You … Maybe … I don’t know.” “I just wanted to know. It’s not a problem.” You laughed. You came back to your boyfriend’s side. “She was totally looking at me. Now you have to pay.”

Chanyeol:

You were at a party and a girl kept looking at Chanyeol. This was making you jealous. “Baby, that girl don’t stop looking at you.” “Let she look, I’m all yours, you know.” “I know! I’ll go to the bathroom, okay?” “Okay.”
You went to the bathroom and seconds later, the girl who was looking at Chanyeol entered the bathroom too. She smiled at you and you smiled back. “So … Do you date that guy?” She asked. “Yes. Now you can stop flirting with him.” “No, I was flirting with you, I’m a lesbian.” “REALLY?” You asked. “Totally serious.” You came back to Chanyeol. “What happened?” “That girl was flirting with me, not with you.” “Oh really?” “Yes.” “I understand her. You’re hot.”

Kyungsoo:

You went out to get ice cream. You made the orders and soon the waitress brought it to you. “Baby, there’s something written on this paper.” He said and you took it to read. Immediately you started to laugh. “What do you have there?” “It’s written: For the most beautiful girl that ever came here.” “Who write this?” “It says here that Anne wrote.” You two looked and the waitress was looking embarrassed at both of you.

Jongin:

You two were walking with their dogs in the park, you went to take them to pee out of there and he kept there waiting for you.
A girl came to him. “Hm, hi. Is that girl your girlfriend?” “Yes, why?” “Shit, nothing.” “Tell me.” “Well, she’s very beautiful, and I was trying to flirt with her but she even look at me.” She smiled shyly. “Oh, it’s okay, she’s really beautiful.”

Sehun:

You were talking to one of your friends and Sehun was sitting waiting for you. And near him were two girls. And one of them don’t stop talking about you. “Look at her, she’s very beautiful! I’d give anything to kiss her.” When he heard, he began to laugh. “Baby … Let’s go home?” He said, just to see the girl’s reaction. “Wait a minute, babe.” You said.


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Professor Kwon: Chapter III

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 3,460

Chapter: 3/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: Once again, there won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;)) Please hold on until then bbs.

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“You know Y/N, I must admit you’re improving. It appears my warning has gotten through that dull head of yours”, Mr. Kwon paced back and forth slowly in front of my desk as he spoke.

“With all due respect sir, I do believe my head is not dull and that I am improving at my own will. Not because you told me to do so,” I bit back.

Bang!

Suddenly, Mr. Kwon’s hands slammed down on the surface of the wooden desk. His body lurched forward slightly and his gaze captured my own.

“What? Just because you wrote one decent paper, you think you have the power to question my authority?” he glowered at me and I shivered with a sickening mixture of anger and annoyance. “You will have to do a lot more than whine about your autonomy before I think of you as anything more than a subpar student”.

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Hot Head part.2 | Montgomery De la cruz

Read part 1 here 👉🏽 https://issafandom.tumblr.com/post/159910710165/hot-head-montgomery-de-la-cruz


*In Mr Porters office*

You sat uncomfortably in the seat opposite Mr porters and had begun to unconsciously crack your knuckles- nervous habit. You wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t for Hannah but she practically dragged you here. You stopped doing it once Mr Porter had sat back down, straightening out his tie then leaning over to hand you both a sheet of paper.

Hannah scoffs “What is this?”

You turn your paper the right way up and scan the sheet. Date, time, event, people involved, the list went on.

“Whiteness statements Hannah” Mr Porter huffed as he rubbed his forehead “I will need to know exactly what happened”

He explained- almost too casually. It was almost as if he didn’t want us bothering him at this moment..

“But we already told you what happened” Hannah explained. I watched as Mr Porter grabbed a pen out of a black pot in the desk and open the lid with his teeth.

“But I need it in writing” he mumbled as he scribbled with the pen on a yellow post-stick note, then reached for another one, one that actually worked “I also need anyone else who was in the room to write a statement too, so, do you care to tell me their names?“

You hesitated to name anyone. You didn’t want them to be involved and you certainly didn’t want anyone to think you we’re a snitch.

Just before you could say anything, Hannah had already piped up “Justin Foley, Alex Standall, Bryce Walker” she listed, counting on her fingers as she did so, “and all the other poor excuses of men in that locker room”

“But Alex didn’t do anything” you declared, speaking for the first time in about 5 minutes, gaining an eyebrow raise from Mr Porter before writing down the names.

“Exactly” Hannah said, folding her arms over her chest “He just sat back with his bowl of popcorn and watched the show”

“Hmm, what Flavour?” Mr Porter asked, still writing on the post stick note. Me and Hannah both looked to each other then back to Mr Porter.

“Salty?, Sweet?, Toffee?” He quizzed

“I’m glad you find this so funny” Hannah remarked. You were already out of your seat with the paper scrunched up in your fist.

“We’re wasting our time Hannah, let’s go”

Hannah pushed her chair out and got up. “Ok- Ok ladies, I apologise” he said, holding up both hands. You and Hannah reluctantly sat back down.

“Look, I know this seems like the end of the world right now, but this kind of stuff happens all the time. As much as it shouldn’t, boys and girls get into fights too”

“Yeah, because men are trash” Hannah whispered under her breath

”.mBut what if it wasn’t just a fight?” You asked “..What if it was- what if it was more than that?”

Mr Porter leaned forward “Montgomery and yourself, you guys are in a relationship right?” He asked

“Yeah” you agreed

“And this is the first time he’s even been violent towards you, correct?”

“..yeah” you lied “yes”

“And what is it, you said to provoke him to do that?”

Your eyebrows knotted in confusion “And why do you assume that I had done something to provoke him?(!)” you mildly shouted, your voice beginning to shake.

Mr Porter’s eyes shifted from Hannah to you "Well something must have happened for him to be angry”

“Or he could just be abusing her?” Hannah quickly responded

“I’m just saying-

“Well don’t ‘just say’” Hannah snapped back

“Hannah, I’m gonna have to ask you to wait outside” Mr Porter told her, he then walked over to the door as held it open.

Hannah mumbled something about Mr Porter to you before flinging her backpack on her shoulder and storming out the room.

“So, Y/N” Mr Porter begins “Did anything happen for Montgomery to get angry?” He repeated before slumping back down in his seat. “There had to be something?”

You waited for the sound of the door to be shut before answering “..I may have hit him, only because he called Hannah a slut”

“um-hmm” Mr Porter hummed then scribbled something down “So you hit him first?” He asked

“Yeah but-

"And do you think hitting him was the right way to react?”

“What? And hitting me was the right was to react” you say, putting emphasis on the ‘me’.

“Listen Y/N, it seems to me like neither of you thought before you reacted, doesn’t mean that anyone is an abuser. That’s a very serious allegation to make”

Yeah, if only you could see the scars on my back and the bruises under my skin, you thought. You began to crack your knuckles again- consciously

"You two are a couple and that’s what couples do sometimes” he explained “Monty was just probably embarrassed that you hit him in front of all his friends”

“Yeah, I guess I hurt his precious ego” you sniffed

"Exactly.”

“Mm” you agreed as you stood to your feet and pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder “..and perhaps I could get over it in a week or so”

“I dunno- perhaps” Mr Porter shrugged You just shook your head in disbelief and opened the door.

“Well, you don’t have to leave right now!” Mr Porters voice echoed as you walked further away from him. Hannah got up as soon as she caught sight of you but you didn’t say anything, you just kept walking.

You heard her footsteps gain speed as she jogged to catch up with you. “What did he say?” She asked

"Nothing useful” you told her “I have to go meet up with Clay”

“Oh, right well, maybe we could meet up at Monets after school” she suggested “Hot chocolate can be a really good cure”

You didn’t want to go. You didn’t want to talk about this anymore. I mean, what was the point? Talking about it with Mr Porter hadn’t helped at all so why would talking to Hannah make a difference. Hannah didn’t even know the half of what was happening and only saw a fraction of what you had been going through. And she thinks a hot chocolate would fix things..

“I’ll text you” you assured her before walking faster. You soon approached the library, fixing your make up in a compact mirror before you went in. You rushed over to the table Clay and Jeff we’re sat at and plopped down on the seat next to Jeff.

"Someone’s early” Jeff chuckled

“Sorry I’m late. I was speaking to Mr Porter” you told them as you searched through your bag for an assignment you was working on. Once found, you handed it over to Clay. You noticed that Jeff had kicked him in the leg as their eyes shuffled from you and back to each other. "Shit. Don’t tell me I have something in my teeth” you said

“..Urm..Are you okay Y/N?” Clay asked out of the blue

“Yup” you answered, popping the ‘p’ “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Clay and Jeff looked at each other then back to you. Jeff inched himself closer to you and placed his arm over the back of your leg.

“It’s just, we heard what happened in the locker room today-

You sighed.

"And we want you to know that we’ve got your back” Jeff continued “Always”

“Yeah” Clay nodded “And don’t worry, no ones on Monty’s side. Everybody thinks he’s a dick for what he did to you”

“Eveybody?” You questioned

Clay and Jeff just nodded, clearly confirming the fact that ‘everybody’ now knew what had happened.

You sighed again “Great”

Your phone buzzed loudly in your bag, earning you a few hushes from other students in the library. You fished for your phone out of your back pocket and swiped the screen to unlock it. A text from Hannah and from Alex and from Zach popped up immediately.

Hannah🍑: See you at Monets?x

Alex🤘🏼🖤: Wanted to check up on you. Call me x

Zach Dempsey (Tall jock from English class) : Sorry about the boys. Their dicks. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Always.

There it was again. The 'Always’, like they had 'always’ been there. You rolled your eyes and threw your phone into the bottom of your bag. All of a sudden, people cared about you. All of a sudden, people wanted to check up on you and call you and listen to you and be there for you. And all of a sudden, you were a victim. And that wasn’t a label you wanted to have or own or be associated with.

It just didn’t sound like you.

—— Okay so that was part 2! I hope you guys like it Oh and thanks for all the support on part 1, it means a lot so thankyou💞✨

Originally posted by despairingfever

Imagine exchanging love letters with Jensen on your wedding day.


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is the EIGHTH fic for my 6k celebration and one year fic-i-versary. The line requested was, If you’re not living the life that you want, you fight for that life. It will be highlighted in the fic. The line was picked by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67 Bev, I hope you like it. You requested flangst, but I’ll be honest, there isn’t a damn bit of angst in it. This was where the line took me. I hope you aren’t too disappointed! This is a fic that belongs in my Best Friends Universe. It can be read in isolation or you can put it in that world. 

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